#i love a6 and will protect it for the rest of my life

[dontwritemeoff]

MAJOR CH 6 SPOILERS AHEAD

WREN SHOOTS TRAVELER INSTEAD W/ THE A6 CREW + VEXX

hi hi thank you to @bugfoil​ for the absolutely delicious ask about this scenario, it is one i’ve wanted to write! i am an absolute sucker for protective partners and also the protag that is typically seen as weak being able to show that they are in fact strong! do not underestimate a peg’asi lol (i also changed a little bit abt why they were shot instead bc i feel like all LI would put the fear of god into vexx if traveler stepped in front of him)

i also apologize for not writing aya or ryona, i just haven’t played their routes yet and couldn’t really think of how they’d react :((

TW: gunshot wounds (obv), lots of swearing, mentions of passing out/medical operations

CALDERON

You’re actually walking towards the ship, hand in hand, when the shot resounds off of the trees. Calderon whips his head around, eyes searching for where it could have come from. Where before he’d been grateful for the cover of the trees, he now curses them as the sound’s reflection off of them and their visual impairment of his surroundings makes it nearly impossible to figure out what direction danger was in.

In truth, he’s so caught up in his search that he doesn’t notice you start to lean into him, not until your full body weight is pressing into his shoulder. That’s when he sees the spot of red on the side of your abdomen start to spread.

“Fuck,” he says so quietly that it’d be out of character if anyone was paying attention to it, “[Y/N], you’re ok, you’ll be ok.”

You groan into his chest, your head turned as your face twists in pain. The grip your hand has on his is vice-like but he can’t be bothered with that. Not right now. He tries to start moving, other hand pressing onto your wound, when he looks over to see a blaster aimed right at his head.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere, if I were you,” Wren says, a disgusting look of satisfaction on their face.

As pissed as he is at Wren and the K’merii and the whole situation the crew is in, he can’t help feeling even more anger at the fact that he can do nothing for you as you bleed out in his arms.

“Wren, what the fuck are you doing?” he snarls out, tone indicating no patience.

“Now, I should be the one asking you that, shouldn’t I? What exactly do you think you and your band of merry men are doing here?”

In his peripheral vision, Calderon sees the rest of the crew being led towards his location at gunpoint, similar to him. He’s in a position where he can’t protect who he cares about again, and all the fear that fuels his aggressive disposition feels like it’s about to boil over. His mouth remains shut, not willing to answer to the monster who dared to hurt you, just after he’d managed to save you. 

Cal watches as the butt of Wren’s rifle comes whipping toward him and shuts his eyes in order to minimize the impact, but the pain never comes. Instead he hears you cry out from his arms, pale face now dripping with blood from a cut on your forehead.

“Answer me, commander.” Wren looks on with the bored face of someone in power.

Cal realizes that Wren knows that it’s much more effective for bargaining if they use your life and safety rather than his. And he hates that. Whether it’s the fact that he’s allowed himself to be in this position in the first place, with someone the enemy knows he cares deeply, or just the fact that all he can bring to those he loves is danger.

“I’m just trying to bring justice to the people of the system, not like you’d understand,” he growls out.

“I wouldn’t speak so flippantly with your precious Peg’asi at my mercy,” Wren sneers, watching in twisted glee as any remainder of bravado is wiped from Calderon’s face. 

How did they know that? He thought the crew had done a good enough job of keeping your identity from slipping, and besides he didn’t think that Zovack was looking for you anyways. Right?

“You didn’t think Zovack would deploy his best just for your measly ass, did you?” They look around at the rest of the crew, watching in horror as you struggle to hold onto consciousness as their ironclad commander was crumbling. 

“You lot really do look pathetic, might as well finish this pity party up and start moving,” they motion for their subordinates to pull you to your feet and start ushering the rest of the crew away from the ship when the whir of small ships descended on the forest.

The first to jump from a craft, not even waiting for the vessel to complete its landing, is Zane, blaster already drawn, pointed directly at Wren.

“No, I don’t think so,” he says, smirking towards the crew until he notices your state, a small bit of concern entering his features. He trusted the rest of the crew to pull through whatever shit the K’merii put them through, but you weren’t used to this, and he knew you had become someone important in the fight for making a better life in the system. Inclining his head in a way that was just subtle enough for Calderon to break from his stupor, the captain takes the hint and hoists you up, arm that wasn’t gripping your side wrapping around his neck. 

When he takes off running towards the ship, hoping that the crew was in tow and especially Ryona, Wren shouts something but he doesn’t pay any heed to what they could be saying. He has to get you to the med bay, your feet not following his quick pace anymore and beginning to drag as you barely clung to consciousness. 

When he’s finally able to rest you in the inspection chair in Ryona’s office, you’re fully out, despite his hand resting on your face and desperate whispers for you to hold on. He couldn’t have opened his heart again for you to leave so soon. 

-

You first wake to a aching pain in your abdomen, as evidently your IV was running low on pain suppressants. The lights are dim in the med bay, Ryona’s mister emitting a nice neutral scent, and a weight in your hand. Carefully turning your neck, which in turn causes a flaring pain to spread throughout your forehead, you see Calderon sitting in a chair next to your bed, hand resting in his as he leans back in a fitful sleep.

His cheeks are every so slightly ruddy, displaying to you that he had cried not so long ago. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him do that. Your thumb brushes the calloused skin on the back of his hand and he stirs at the movement, no doubt on high alert even when asleep. 

“[Y/N], you’re awake,” he says, voice rough. 

You smile at him, tears brimming in your own eyes, “I’m awake.”

Tentatively, hand shaking in a way you don’t think you’ve seen him do either, he cups your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that escaped.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, I promise I won’t leave you,” you say, guilt flooding you. You know that he didn’t want to allow you on this mission at all, and after having to save you from the sinkhole, he had to watch you nearly bleed out in front of him. You couldn’t dare put him through that after it was so hard for him to open up to you in the first place.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I should have never put you in danger, if I could have protected you better-”

You cut him off from his guilt laden ramblings, “Cal, there’s no way to keep all harm from me all the time. Not even in the royal palace is anyone completely safe.”

His eyebrows furrow, but he still smiles at you.

“Within the walls of my ship will be safer than any palace in the system.”

DAMON

One second you’re laughing at some stupid innuendo he’d said, for the express purpose of seeing you smile again, and the next you’re hunched over, clutching your gut. 

What the fuck just happened?

As you double over, you reach out and grab onto the hem of his sweater, his hands hovering over your form. His thoughts are scrambling, telling him that of course this would happen, he only brings pain to those he’s near, he should never have-

“Courting royalty, are we Reznor?” Wren sidles up to where you’re groaning, kicking up dust with Damon kneeling nearby, “That’s a bit above your station.”

“What the fuck have you done?” Damon asks, not even bothering to acknowledge their jab, you’re worth more than his pride.

“Well, my mission brought me here to bring our old red friend over here back where he belongs, but it seems I’ve stumbled onto something much more precious.”

Fuck. He knew they shouldn’t have brought Vexx with them on Cursa, but there really wasn’t much time for debate. Now the only person he felt he might be able to really be vulnerable with was coughing blood onto the dirt and patchy weeds.

Strategy soon takes over his brain, assessing that he could most likely take Wren out and get you back to the ship in time, a plan of action formulating as he sees more K’merii exiting from the ship with the rest of the crew held at gunpoint. Damn it, that makes things much more complicated. 

“Think you’re going somewhere? I’m sure Zovack wouldn’t mind if you came back with us, he might even let you keep your pet Peg’asi if you ask nice enough,” Wren laughs at themselves, evidently thinking that your paling and sweaty face was hilarious.

“When hell freezes over,” Damon spits, pulling you closer to him, hands that only know violence trying to convey comfort to your shaking form. 

Wren looks like they’re getting tired of the spectacle, their gun tapping at their side in a display of absolutely horrendous trigger discipline. As the bring their hands to lift it once more, footsteps crunch the dying grass behind them, the face of a man Damon never thought he would be relieved to see coming into focus.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stay well above freezing,” Zane says, gun aimed directly at Wren’s head.

Their eyebrows furrow as they turn to face him and Damon wastes no time, scooping you up in his arms and rushing inside, passing by his friends engaged in newfound fights with their K’merii assailants. He just hopes he can keep you alive long enough for Ryona to actually treat you.

Your grip on his arm weakens and tightens as you fade in and out of lucidity, muttering apologies at Damon.

“Stop apologizing, dumbass, you didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice shakes. 

While harsher than most would comfort those they love, you smile weakly at him, knowing that means he cares. Your lips are lined with red, and not in a way that he would prefer. He sets you onto the examination bench with a gentleness you didn’t know he possessed, retaining your grip on him even as he tries to pry away the shirt the clung to your skin.

“Damon,” you manage to get out, but your voice is strained, “Thank you.”

-

He doesn’t sleep the entire 8 hours you’re asleep, mind replaying your “thank you.” He doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve your trust and adoration. He doesn’t really understand what he’s done to deserve anything good that he has in his life. 

He’s so wrapped up in these thoughts, arms crossed as he sits in a chair next to your bed, that he doesn’t immediately notice when you begin to stir. It takes your arm that’s hooked to the IV drip coming to rest on his knee for him to realize you were with him again.

“Damon,” you smile.

“How can you be smiling right now? You nearly died twice today and I could barely protect you,” he can’t seem to meet your eyes, and you think you might be mistaken when his eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

“But you still did. You did protect me, you saved me twice today. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He laughs wetly, and buries his head in the blanket that covers your legs, hands balling up into fists. 

“I haven’t been scared in years, but with you I’m fucking terrified. You gave me something I’d never been given before: love.”

Your hand comes to rest on the back of his head, patting it softly.

“And I promise I will forever. You’re stuck with me now.”

JUNE

This poor man had just gone through the emotional turmoil of a lifetime on the mission, finally getting a moment of rest and comfort when you embrace in the woods, when a shot rings out. 

His blood runs cold, literally, when he feels your hand tighten around his, a gasp emitting from you.

He’s been poked and prodded his whole life, no surface of his body untouched, but he feels like his hand burns when it’s your only lifeline to remain standing. He’d just promised you that you two would figure out your feelings for each other together, mutual trust and adoration shining through, and now he can only hope you’ll see the next day.

The bullet hit you just beneath your ribs on your left side and at first you don’t feel anything, just shock. But then a pain unlike any other you’d felt blooms from the entrance wound, spreading throughout your body like a virus.

“June,” is all you can say, not knowing how else to process the moment but to call out to the person you trusted most.

“No no no no, you’re alright, it’s alright, keep breathing through it,” he whispers into your hair as he holds you tight to begin moving you to the ship, knowing that despite the danger that was still out there from whoever shot you, he needed to protect you more.

He backs into the barrel of a gun and slowly turns around, Wren’s cold stare reflecting in his own.

“I don’t believe it’s typical to let your prey get away after you’ve shot them,” they say in a way that indicates to him that they consider you nothing more than the objective of a mission, a trophy and nothing more.

He’d been holding back the rage that simmers just below the surface, eyes remaining their cool gray, until your life and your importance to him and the rest of the crew was disregarded as if they were all petulant children.

June’s shoulders fill out his shirt in a way that hadn’t seconds prior, vest becoming tight on his chest. His mind is racing with the debate between setting you down and dishing out the consequences of speaking about you like that, and just running straight back to the ship to get you help as soon as possible. He is not given a choice, though, as the rest of the crew is rounded up by K’merii and brought to Wren. 

“Our little experiment here doesn’t feel very chatty today,” Wren starts, eyes scanning the rest of the crew, “Any of you have any grand heroic gestures to show your loyalty to this Peg’asi scum?”

“I care more about my loyalty to my friend,” Bash spits out, bionic arm itching to crush the hand that holds his wrists together.’

“Oh please, you don’t really think that this sheltered little brat actually cares about any of you?”

At that June is completely transformed, veins pumping with Orionite. Despite this, his hold on you remains as gentle as ever, but it requires a focus that is quickly dwindling. 

His eyebrows furrow and he bares his teeth in a way that he hates in it’s animalistic sense, but is the only way he knows how to convey that he is about to rip Wren to shreds. He can only take one step before Wren’s rifle is shot out of their hands, other Azure Dawn members ambushing the K’merii that were holding the rest of the crew. 

“No need to waste your energy on Wren,” Zane says, provoking them knowing that it’ll create enough of a diversion for June and the rest of the crew to make a break for the ship.

And he wastes no time, effortlessly lifting you into his arms, and moving as fast as his legs will take him, which is pretty damn fast. You’re still holding onto consciousness, but are fading fast. As his footsteps boom through the the hallways of the ship, he begs you to hold on. 

“[Y/N], you can do this, it’s ok, I’m here with you, stay with me.”

“I know, June,” you rasp out, blood covering your teeth, “You know I care about you.”

A sob catches in his throat as your eyes close, his fist all but slamming into the button to open the med bay door, “I know.”

-

You awake to the sound of crying. It’s quiet, muffled behind strong hands, but it’s the first thing you hear. After that, you begin to process the hum of Ryona’s mister, and your bleary eyes blink away the fog. 

“Oh, June,” you say, hand reaching towards him as the other pushes against the bed to try and prop yourself up.

“No, no, [Y/N], stay laying down, shh, there you go,” he responds as he helps you lay back comfortably. 

“But, I made you cry,” you frown, hand still reaching out in search of his.

And he takes your hand, the scars on his standing out to him. Nobody had ever cared what they did to him, much less if he cried about it. And he was so fucking grateful that you were still with him.

“You could make me cry a thousand more times if it meant that you stayed with me.”

VEXX

How you reacted to the gunshot before him, Vexx will never know. All he knows is that one moment you’re walking next to him, hand in hand, and the next you’re pushing him down and shielding him. In your haste to get him (and ostensibly yourself) out of the way, you lean slightly which causes the bullet that was aimed for Vexx’s stomach to hit your right shoulder. 

You immediately hiss in pain, and all Vexx can do is stare wide-eyed. He’d put you in danger, actively hurt you so much before, how can you keep doing this for him? Caring for him? He thinks to himself that you should have just let him get shot, make up for some of the evil he’s done. And yet you won’t let him, protecting and cherishing him just like you’d always said you would, though before it had been in joking tones at the thought of you protecting your own bodyguard. 

“[Y/N]!” Vexx shouts, pushing himself up on the palms of his hands, reaching towards your injured form that landed next to him.

“Now how interesting is this?” Wren asks as they comes into Vexx’s field of vision. “You, Serif, were who I came here to collect but it seems like I got a two for one deal. Makes my job easier.”

“You are not laying a fucking finger on them,” he says, moving to shield your wheezing form. 

“This explains your....disciplinary issues. Truly sad that you had to lose the directives of your mission just for this pathetic excuse of a royal successor.”

Wren begins walking towards where you and Vexx lay, and his hand clenches as he processes all the ways he can bring Wren down. He understands that he’s definitely in the weaker position, but he was high up in Zovack’s circle for a reason, he knew what he was doing.

He just barely processes when the rest of the Andromeda 6 crew is led towards Wren via gunpoint, but notices your discomfort at your newfound friends’ danger. He honestly doesn’t give a shit what happened to the crew, but he knows that you’ve found friendship you’d never had before with them, and if they were able to get you out of here safely, he’d do whatever he could.

“Then just take me. I’m who you were sent here to get, don’t bother with the rest of them.”

“Vexx! Don’t!” You cry out, despite the pain, hand of the uninjured shoulder reaching out towards him, desperate to keep him with you. You’d just found him again, just begun to help him, you couldn’t let him leave you again now.

“Hm. Tempting offer, Serif, as I doubt fighting to get you back could be quite the headache,” Wren contemplates, lifting Vexx’s hopes that you’ll be able to get help soon, “But I think it would be much more advantageous for me to take you all back.”

Fuck. Ok, plan B. As Vexx’s mind is running a mile a minute, desperate to find the way to help you best, a warning shot rings out from the forest.

The K’merii assisting Wren instantly reach for their weapons, inadvertently releasing their grips on the crew. By the time Zane is gloating at Wren, Vexx has slung your good arm over his shoulder and making his way towards the ship, eyes frantically searching for the doctor.

Your breathing is labored in his ear, his own hands shaking at the thought of the pain you’re in. He’s already crying by the time he helps Ryona lay you on the examination table, cursing himself for his weakness to tears. He didn’t want to worry you, he was already so grateful for you accepting him back into your life at all.

“Vexx,” you say in a half delirious state as your consciousness is on the verge of fading, “Don’t leave me.”

He takes your hand, squeezing it, even as he knows you’ll be out soon.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

-

The voice you hear as soon as you wake up is the one you want to hear for the rest of your life. Vexx is talking in hushed tones with Ryona, asking for reassurance about your condition for seemingly not the first time if the exasperation in Ryona’s voice is any indicator.

Even as you blink the sleep out of your eyes, you’re reaching out towards the shape that color indicates is Vexx. 

“Vexx, you’re here.”

He turns around so quickly you don’t fully see the movement, smile so large his eyes were almost completely closed, and walks over to kneel next to your bed.

“Of course, I’m here, [Y/N]. I told you I’d always stay by your side. And I intend to keep that promise this time.”

BASH

Growing up on Terranium, Bash had seen countless people shot before. Hell, he’d been shot his fair amount of times too. But to see you bleeding from a gunshot wound in your leg, it’s a new type of pain and panic. 

It’s a moment where his usually grinning face is now frozen in shock, the reality of the moment hitting him hard. Almost instantly, he’s looking around the forest, bionic eye activated in pursuit of whoever would dare to hurt you. It’s the flash of bright white hair a few meters into the forest that tips him off to Wren’s presence. He doesn’t understand what’s happening until it’s too late, K’merii surrounding him, restraining his bionic arm.

While frustrating, he’s not bothered that much by the restraint, he knows he can break free if he needs to. It’s the fact that he just has to watch you grabbing at your leg in pain from a few feet away, desperately wanting to comfort you during pain that he knows all too well.

“Ilihaj, it’s always good to see you again,” Wren states in a way that indicates it absolutely is not good, “Our offer still stands, you know.”

“I would never join the group that has hurt so many of my friends, Zovack can rot in hell for all I care,” Bash all but yells, eye now glowing red, indicating that it’s active and angry.

“Hm, some could say harm, some could say protecting the rest of the system from. As long as I can finish this job properly. Right, [Y/N]?”

All you manage to groan out is, “Fuck off.”

Bash’s eyes water at the fact that even as you’re breathing is labored and no doubt trying not to scream, you keep your fighting spirit.

“Now that’s not very polite, prince(ess),” Wren seethes, stomping on your leg as they walk by, surveying the crew that they’d rounded up.

You yell out, prompting Bash to rip his bionic arm free from the K’merii that had been holding it, rushing towards your side. 

As he gets to you, he feels something cold on the back of his neck, blood running cold as Wren presses a blade lightly against the skin. 

“Sebastian!” Ryona calls out, trying hard to make sure you both get out of here alive.

Wren tuts pityingly, “That’s not your brightest idea, Ilihaj.”

“Anything’s better than letting you hurt them more.”

“How heroic. Even when it won’t help.”

“But this might,” Zane smirks, pistol already aimed at Wren, members of Azure Dawn already on the move to take out the other K’merii in the direct area.

Bash tunes out all of their banter, knowing that there’s no way he’s letting you bleed into this grass any longer.

“Can you stand?” He whispers, arms already starting to wrap around you.

“I... I don’t know. I-fuck,” you say as you try to put weight on the leg, pain shooting throughout you.

“Alright that’s a no, just hold on tight,” Bash lifts you by your armpits and slings you over his shoulder. No time to be as gentlemanly as he’d prefer.

Ryona is already hot on his tail in the ship’s halls, hands hovering around your wound in order not to hurt you more but to get a grasp on how deep the bullet had gotten.

“Sebastian, lay them down and then please leave the room,” she says as soon as they enter the med bay, pulling a tray of instruments from one of her drawers.

“Why?” He says, scowling just slightly.

“You don’t want to see this.”

Your stomach drops as you finally pass out.

-

When you start to regain consciousness, the first thing you hear is the scratch of a pencil on paper. When you open your eyes, you see at least 5 drawings laying on your legs that are covered by blankets. Legs, you think to yourself, they’re both still here. That was one thing you could be grateful for. 

“You’re quite focused, Bash,” you tease, mouth parched. You must have been out for a while. That, and the fact you had no time to rehydrate after the mission either.

He turns his head, smiling. His hand comes to hold yours, and while cold it warms your heart. 

“Just needed to document your bravery,” he says, pausing to gesture to the drawings that are already on you. They’re of you (you assume?) in action poses, with motivational sentences underneath like ‘what a badass!’ and ‘kick ass, babe!’

You smile at the gesture, but still lift your hand to rest on his cheek.

“It’s ok to be scared, I love you through it all.”

His smile remains, but the glossiness of his eyes betrays the fact that he’s beginning to cry.

“I know. I know now.”

#fun fact i couldn't decide on who to write first so i went to a wheel of names lmaoooo #*confetti noises and cheering* calderon gets to suffer first! #im also listening to the character playlists i made for each of them and i went to write june's and it was immediately blondie #boppin out while describing extreme pain #hhh i'm just glad i finished this before i move this week! #accomplishment achieved

[mrsukitakekyoraku]

Cal, Aya and Ryona in Cursa, after knowing Vexx is “K’merii scum”

#andromeda six #a6 #ryona mi'haden #calderon lynch #ayame ikeda #vexx serif #honestly how come this game isn't the most popular vn yet #i love a6 and will protect it for the rest of my life #will always share too #yesterday i was like DO U KNOW A6 for a friend #new player i guess

[americasass81]

Spooky Triple Treats

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Smut {m/f), Oral {female receiving], Mild Aftercare, Very Mild Fluff, Mild Degradation, Use of Pet Names, Public Sex, Mention of Edging, Brief Mention of Spanking, Brief Mention of Choking, Stalker Behavior. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- This was written especially for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork who absolutely adores Halloween and treats us readers to some exceptional fics throughout the year. I hope this brings a smile to your face as your fics have done for so many of us and this is just one small way of thanking you. Happy Halloween Amber.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Meeting a seemingly perfect good samaritan while out shopping, spooky week is about to take a turn you never expected.

Pairings:- dark-ish/soft!Andy Barber x Named Female Character; dark-ish/soft Steve Rogers x Named Female Character; dark-ish/soft Johnny Storm x Named Female Character.

Word Count:- 12,945

Opening your eyes on the morning of October 25th, you felt like a child on Christmas morning, only a thousand times better. Growing up, most of your family and friends loved Christmas, Thanksgiving and practically every other holiday, but Halloween was your time to shine. Always getting into the spirit the second October 1st hit, you could feel the excitement buzzing stronger in your veins the nearer it got to that hallowed night. Telling themselves you would grow out of it like all children inevitably did, as your life progressed and you moved into your own home, your new found freedom allowed your inner spookiness to shine through. Which is what was happening now.

Traipsing about from shop to shop, your arms laden down with more bags than one person could possibly carry, your inability to properly open a door is how you met the man beside you. Seeing the distress clearly etched on your face as you tried to protect the fragile items that would turn your home into a witch's cavern, you smiled a grateful smile and exchanged a genuine thank you when the well-built, bearded man behind you carefully side-stepped you and held the door open for you.

Continuing on then towards your vehicle, he laughed to himself as his own parking spot two vehicles over gave him a perfect view of your continued struggles. Quickly unlocking his black Audi A6 and placing his few meager bags within, he was swiftly by your side offering his assistance once again. "Here honey, how about you let me take some of these from you," he suggested, reaching out and divesting you of the heaviest items while continuing on with his instructions, "and then that will free you up to open the door."

Grudgingly agreeing since he gave you no choice and you yourself saw no other option, you now easily unlocked the vehicle and placing your purchases inside, turned around to relieve the stranger of the rest of your items. Chuckling to himself at the few spooky knick knacks you had displayed inside, he waited until you closed up your vehicle before speaking again. "Listen, I know we just met and honestly, I'm perfectly sane," he added though this statement did little to ease your anxiety, "but I was just wondering if you might be free tomorrow?" and he had to admit the wide-eyed look you gave him was enough indication that a further explanation might be necessary.

"Before you call the cops on me honey, allow me to start over. My name is Andy Barber and I happen to be a well respected lawyer with my own practice." he explained as he extended his hand towards you. Shaking it gently, you still kept your guard up and refused to give your name, which forced him to sigh deeply before speaking again. "My reason for inquiring about your plans is that your shopping indicates you love Halloween and, having been ditched by my son for a vacation with his friends, I happen to have a free ticket to The Conjuring tomorrow. You interested?" he asked and you had to admit your interest was piqued.

Now looking the casually dressed man up and down, you admitted, if only to yourself, that he didn't exactly look like a crazed killer, but still, it was spooky season and one could never be too careful. Still, deciding a free showing of one your favorite Halloween movies with a handsome man who appeared to be somewhat decent was too hard to resist, you gave him your first name, accepted his offer and feeling somewhat comforted by his genuine smile, got behind the wheel of your vehicle and drove home to forget the encounter and put your shopping to good use.

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Upon reaching your own little patch of heaven and stepping out of your vehicle, your first port of call was to check on the four-legged love of your life. Opening the front door to your modest, yet comfortable dwelling, you headed out to the dog run to check on Tika. While you normally took her wherever you could, the shopping trip was a no-no, but at least the weather was good and her spirits were high as you called her name upon opening the back door.

Walking up to the run and letting her out, you couldn't hide the laughter that echoed from your soul as your girl excitedly bounded towards you and showered you with pure and untainted affection. Bending down on one knee and petting her affectionately, you handed Tika a treat before heading back out to your vehicle to start unloading all the Halloween decorations. Hauling all the bags inside, you quickly separated them out into their specific rooms and then went about making something to eat while Tika flitted between the house and the yard. Then half an hour later as the last of the dinner was cleared away, you decided to take advantage of the remaining daylight hours and set about adding some spook to the outside of the house.

Two hours later, exhausted but satisfied, you and Tika then headed back inside where a comfy bed called to her while a luxurious bubble bath melted away all your cares and invigorated you for the remainder of the evening. Then putting on some music, you headed into the living room and opening up the bags, took out all the spooky lights, bats, ghosts and other skeletal beings. Decorating the wall, ceiling light and fireplace before heading back to the bathroom to add some spiders, blood and gore there too, three hours later saw your house looking well prepared and you ready to toss yourself into bed and sleep like the dead. With this in mind you made ready and tucked yourself under the covers unaware that tomorrow would bring with it plans that would forever change your life.

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Laying in bed sound asleep the next morning with Tika draped across your legs, the heat radiating off your girl was the least of your worries as a constant banging woke you from your slumber. Thinking first that it was just the remnants of some spooky dream, Tika's ears standing to attention told you that the banging was definitely happening in the real world. Rising from the bed and pulling on your slippers, you would later look back on this moment and regret not putting a robe over your shorts and t-shirt as you walked towards the banging to find Andy Barber knocking at your door.

"What the fuck?" you questioned, stopping the second your eyes adjusted to the sight and wondering how exactly this had come to pass. Staying where you were as Tika came to stand beside you, you wished you had a more aggressive dog, when waiting a few minutes for things to get quiet, she took off and headed towards another part of the house. Sighing now as you stared at the unwelcome visitor through the door, you finally found the courage to forge onwards. "Mr Barber, what are you doing here? How did you find me?" you asked, now placing your hand on the door and speaking loudly through the glass.

Refusing to answer until you opened up however, another shock greeted you when you did just that and he picked up the bags that lay at his feet. "You gave me your first name Amber." he greeted as your shaky hand pulled the door back and allowed both of you a full view of the other. "Add that to your vehicle's registration and trust me honey, I've done far more with a lot less." he continued and your blood ran cold at his implications. Standing there, still looking at this man whom you had agreed to go to a movie with and who now apparently had used his considerable talents to track you down, you were thrown for yet another loop at his next question. "Well, you gonna just keep standing there gawking all day or are we gonna get to know each other a little better?"

Realizing now that there really was no escape, you stepped aside, invited him in and felt your anxiety skyrocket as you closed the door while Andy stood watch. Then following you back to the kitchen, he placed the bags on the table before turning around to face you once again. "So nice place you got here, honey. You wanna go get dressed and I'll make us something to eat?" he questioned and both of you now focused on your attire. Running from the kitchen and heading to the relative safety of your bedroom, his chuckle didn't reach your ears, but his next statement carried easily. "Hope you like blueberry pancakes cause I'm told mine are quite delicious."

Groaning inwardly as you pressed your back against the door while noises from the kitchen told you Andy was making himself at home, you quickly picked out the nearest leggings and t-shirt from your wardrobe before pulling on your boots and heading back out to face your tormentor. Walking into the kitchen to him working away by the stove while Tika lay beside the door, you took a deep breath and stepped inside. Glancing over his shoulder as you pulled out a chair, you got your thoughts in order before asking the most important question.

"So Mr. Barber, where exactly do you see this day going?" you asked while eyeing him suspiciously when he set down a plate of mouth watering pancakes before you.

"First off honey it's Andy. We're going on a date, you might as well get used to it." he answered before heading back to the stove and picking up his own plate. Then joining you at the table, he took the syrup and poured on a generous amount before speaking again. "As for my plan," he started, before cutting into the pancakes "baking, trip to a corn maze and then the movie in that order. We have a good night, who knows where it might lead," he finished with a wink as he slipped the pancakes into his mouth.

Eating your breakfast in silence as he revealed his plan, you had to admit it all sounded so appealing. Adding to that the fact that he made a mean blueberry pancake and you knew there were probably worse ways to spend the day. Finally agreeing to his terms as you finished the last bite, Andy's face lit up as he took the plates and dropped them in the sink before taking your hand. Then, helping you from the table he led you over to where he had stashed the bags and handed one to you. "I didn't know if you had any ingredients so I bought everything we'd need. Are you ready to get started?" he quizzed.

Nodding in agreement, five hours later found every available surface covered with an array of Halloween treats ranging from spider-web cookies, eerie eyeball pops, Halloween themed cupcakes and brownies to pastry snakes and ghostly cookies, not to mention a few beverages you had neither heard of nor tasted. Looking at both the goodies before you and the state it had left you and your accomplice in, you knew the fun had more than made up for how the day had started and as Andy munched on a cookie you could no longer hide the laughter the day's activities had brought.

Cleaning up the kitchen before boxing up the treats, you were now faced with the dilemma of getting yourselves cleaned up for what the evening held in store. Telling you that he would make you something to eat while you took a shower, twenty minutes later found you nervously tucking into yet another glorious meal while the running water down the hall indicated that a very naked, semi-stranger was currently cleaning himself up in your shower during the spookiest week of the year. Walking back into the kitchen to find you washing off your plate, all you had to think about now was how he got a change of clothes and where the evening went from here.

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Finally having gotten your best girl settled and said your goodbyes, you and Andy left the house and walking to your vehicle, found yourself hauled back beside him as he instead led you towards his Audi. Opening the door for you as you began to protest, a smack to your ass told you that no more insolence would be tolerated. Grumbling to yourself as Andy moved around the vehicle to get behind the wheel, the drive to the local corn maze was one of the most tense drives you could ever remember having and between the glares you were throwing your driver as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, the throng of people milling around the made-up car park was a welcome relief.

Paying for your tickets and reaching out his hand for yours, a stern look told you that your cooperation was expected. Plastering on your best fake smile and extending your hand, Andy took it and pulling you a little closer, led you towards the entrance. Heading in and following the man beside you, the children laughing and screeching, surrounded by the spiderwebs, grim reapers and blood-dripping corpses easily whisked you away from your present situation to the world that brought you a comfort and sparked your imagination.

Losing yourself in the wonder all around you, two hours later you were thrilled that Andy had never let go of your hand as he led both of you through the maze while you simply got to enjoy being scared in a controlled environment. Now walking you back to his vehicle while he recounted some of his favorite things, you stopped suddenly and waited for him to turn around. "Thank you for this Andy and the baking. It really has been a wonderful day," you said and lacing his fingers with yours he stepped closer and brought his lips to your ear.

"Don't forget, it's not over yet honey. The night I've planned for you will be one you never forget," and placing a tender kiss against your cheek, both of you got back in his Audi and then headed off to the movie theatre. Upon arriving thirty minutes later, Andy gladly treated you to every and any treat you wanted while listening to you explain in great detail how much you loved The Conjuring. Then sitting in your seats, you both settled down for the two hour movie as the lights darkened all around you and a hush fell over the place.

Watching intently as the scenes flowed before your eyes, you felt the thrill of the movie flow through you and even as Andy was a bit playful with his hand, you found it didn't bother you. Sinking deeper and deeper into the story as the time passed, you felt your pulse quicken and your heart thump within your chest as the house rattled and the inhabitants within writhed and screamed in fear. Taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together however allowed you to squeeze something until your body relaxed once more into the seat beneath you and you were grateful to have Andy beside you when he flashed you a smile.

Watching the rest of the movie with the same delight, you actually found yourself smiling when Andy walked both of you out and placed his arm around your shoulder. Thinking then that you were headed home, you were in for yet another surprise when Andy informed you that there was one more place he wished to take you. Intrigued now as he drove off, your heart began to beat a bit faster when you realized he was driving in the direction of a local make-out haunt. Driving up the dirt road and parking under a tree in an out-of-the-way spot, you felt your hands getting clammy at the implication of what was likely expected.

Sensing your apprehension but determined to put you at ease, Andy slowly brought his hand to your thigh and moving it slowly up and down asked you what you loved most about the day. Admitting that it was hard to pinpoint one truly wonderful moment, he hummed in satisfaction while using the fingers of his other hand to move your chin so he could finally claim your lips with his. Kissing you slowly so as not to alarm, you felt him smirk as a moan left your lips and your body began to relax beneath him. Grudgingly pulling apart to allow both of you some breathing space, he then unlocked both of your seatbelts before sliding back his seat and reclining it somewhat.

Now looking up and over at you once again, your slightly increased breathing and the look in your eyes told him all he needed to know. Reaching out to you while flicking his gaze towards his powerful thighs, he couldn't help the warm feeling spreading throughout his chest as you bit your lip before moving across the center console to rest upon his legs. Groaning as your center met his bulge, you suddenly giggled as he reached up and buried his face against your neck. Then kissing and tickling you with his lips, tongue and beard, his hands took hold of your hips and began grinding your core along his thigh.

Giving yourself over to the feelings he was waking up inside you, you didn't object a few minutes later as his hand moved to slip down your leggings and reach inside your panties as his lips moved up to nibble your ear. Placing your hands against his shoulders as his fingers continued to play with your flower, you now found yourself working with him and it made him smile. Biting your lip to stifle the sounds rising from your throat, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit sent you closer and closer to a release you never knew you wanted.

Moving faster and harder now to get enough friction to finish the job, you let out a whimper when Andy stalled all movement and looked into your lust-filled eyes. "Tell me you want this Amber. Tell me you want me," he moaned out and all you could do was add a strangled "yes" as he swiftly and successfully divested both of you of your lower garments. Then resting your pussy over his considerable length, he slicked himself up on the juices he had so far coaxed out of you before catching on your entrance and sliding home.

Sighing in relief at the fullness his length created within you, both of you began moving together, oblivious to the world outside the car and soon that high he interrupted was once again within your grasp. Reaching a hand up to cup your cheek as his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen anything so beautiful and he knew that despite your initial protests, he was going to be a part of your life going forward. Feeling you eventually begin to tighten around him, he snaked that same hand to your throat and squeezing just enough, watched in awe as your orgasm took over and your arousal gushed around him.

Still hard and chasing his own release, he ignored your feeble whimpers and flailing limbs as he worked you towards another high so you both could experience the blissed out high together. Releasing you just as you reached the cusp of passing out, the thrilling experience, along with the newly restored oxygen was enough to send both of you over the edge and coming together your cries were music to his ears as his curses joined yours in a song that reached the heavens. Continuing to gently pump into you as your exhausted body relaxed against him, Andy soothed your trembling form with words part of you would be thankful you couldn't hear.

"Oh honey, that was beautiful. He knew when he saw you you were perfect." he cooed, as your eyes began to close and his lips met your hair. "Rest now Amber, the week the guys and I have planned for you is only the beginning," and with that he reached for his phone and pressing one, waited for the voice on the other end before speaking. "Yeah, you were right, she's perfect. I'll be sending her your way tomorrow. Just be ready," and with that he ended the call, set the alarm for thirty minutes and pulling a blanket from the back, threw it over both of you as he held you close, closed his eyes and thought about the future the three of them would have with you.

Opening your eyes thirty minutes later to find your half naked form wrapped in a blanket in the passenger's seat, the ache between your legs and the memory of the past few hours told you that a good time was had by all. Looking over now as Andy drove back towards your home, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours was once again a welcome balm. Drifting off back to sleep, you were shocked to open your eyes once again to find you held safely in his arms as he placed you in your bathroom.

Leaving you to tidy yourself up while he went to check on Tika, you did what you needed to do before entering your bedroom to find both of them waiting for you. Rising from the bed and kissing your forehead, Andy promised he'd be right back and then headed to the bathroom while you bent down to greet your girl. Tickling behind her ears, asking her how she was and telling her what a great night you had, that was the same position Andy found you in when he returned a few minutes later.

Reaching down to help you up as his hand circled your waist and your body sank back against his, he kissed, sucked and nibbled your neck before moving both of you towards your bed. Getting in and drawing your body down with him, you rested your head against his chest as your eyes closed and sleep claimed you. Looking down then on you nestled against him, he joined you in slumber knowing you had no idea what he or tomorrow held in store.

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The next morning found you snuggled up warmly in bed dreaming of a night filled with Halloween fun and sex with a handsome stranger. Rolling over while stretching lazily, a mild ache between your legs and a noise in your kitchen suddenly had you wide awake and sitting upright. Dragging yourself out of bed, opening the door and calling Tika, a bounding dog, a heavenly smell and the stranger from your dream poking his head around the doorframe told you that your dream was anything but. Stopping in your tracks to bend down and acknowledge your four legged friend, Andy's voice easily brought your attention back to his presence.

"Morning Amber honey, how did you sleep?" he asked and part of you wondered if he was genuinely asking or if he was simply baiting you. Standing up while still keeping a loving hand on Tika's head, you opened and closed your mouth numerous times as Andy walked closer and closer to you. Finally standing before you, he bent down and kissed your lips tenderly before reaching out to take your hand and lead you towards the kitchen.

Stopping in the doorway as Tika bounded in after you, the smell that reached you earlier now hit you at full strength and you had to wonder if drool was leaking from your mouth. Clearing your throat as Andy tugged gently on your arm, you finally found your voice as his troubled gaze locked with you. "Andy, is that . . . muffins I'm smelling?" you questioned quietly as you held onto him a bit tighter to keep from being overwhelmed by the smells assaulting your senses.

"Yes," he beamed at you while moving you towards the table before continuing, "there's also some freshly brewed coffee and all I need to know now is if you'd prefer scrambled eggs or an omelette." he asked as he sat you at the table, wrapped his arms around you and brought his bearded cheek next to yours.

Hovering somewhere between desire and annoyance as his lips soothed the mild burns his beard left on your face, you figured dealing with Andy Barber would be a damn sight easier after you had some food in your stomach. So, taking a deep breath, you put on your best smile and politely asked if it wouldn't be too much trouble for him to make an omelette. Telling you it was perfectly fine, Andy kissed you once more and then brought you a cup of coffee and a muffin before heading off into the kitchen proper to prepare your omelette.

Tucking into your muffin as Andy hummed while he worked, you hoped he couldn't hear the tiny moans that left your lips as the sinful snack made its way down your throat. Tasting way better than any you could ever remember having, you found yourself wondering if dealing with this man you knew very little about was worth the risk just to keep tasting such a divine treat. Your ability to answer this question was sadly interrupted however when said stranger appeared before you and placed the omelette before you.

Thanking him, partly because it was expected but partly because you were actually grateful, this time your body betrayed you as you took a bite and moaned loud enough that even Tika's attention was now fixed on you. Stopping on his way to his own chair directly across from you, the raised eyebrow and smirk told you that he too had heard and lowering your gaze you hoped he would just let it go. And thankfully it seemed the chuckle he emitted as he took his seat was all the attention your moan was going to get.

Eating the rest of your breakfast in silence, you were then ready to finally say goodbye to Andy Barber and spend the day in peace with your girl. But that apparently would have to wait. Rising from the table and taking the plates to wash up everything, he then walked you over to the two stacks of boxes waiting on the counter. "Okay Amber, so while you were sleeping I took care of the treats we made yesterday. The blue box here is for the neighborhood kids. I thought you or I could drop them off before the schools finish for their break. These," he continued, placing his hand on the yellow box, "are for the local shelter and include some of the muffins I baked this morning. I'll leave those for you to drop off." he said and had you been paying any sort of proper attention you might have noticed the glint in his eye at this statement.

Agreeing now to anything just to get rid of him, you allowed him to take you in his arms and kiss you quick before he rested his forehead against yours. Thanking you for a day he promised he would never forget, he reached down and pinched your ass before releasing you and heading over towards your dog. Bending down to pet your girl while you stood there watching him, he then retrieved the blue box and kissing you one last time headed out the door and out of your life.

Taking a deep breath as you heard the door closing, you then sat down at the table and looking at the remaining box figured that once it was delivered you could finally put the past twenty-four hours firmly behind you. But Mr. Barber it seemed was not quite ready to let you go.

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An hour later having tidied up the rest of the kitchen, you grabbed hold of the yellow box of treats and hauling them out to your vehicle, you then returned to deal with Tika. Finding her chain where you always left it, you called her to you and attaching it to her collar led her out to the waiting vehicle. Securing her inside and sitting yourself behind the wheel, you took a moment to breathe away the previous day in favor of a more normal existence with your wonderful companion.

Starting the engine then and driving the hour to the local shelter, you stepped inside to be greeted by Steve Rogers, the man who made sure the place was always running smoothly no matter what seemed to happen anywhere else in the surrounding area. Admiring his grit and dedication to this project, you were always amazed how grateful he was for even the smallest donation and now proved just the same as always.

Walking in step with you to your vehicle to retrieve the box, you were surprised when he began to pet and talk to Tika. Not knowing that he had watched both of you numerous times as you walked in the park or camped out in the pet play area, you were once again in for the second shock of the week when Steve turned to face you before speaking. "Listen sweetheart, why don't you take this lovely girl here to the park, which is what I'm guessing you were going to do and I'll take care of these," he continued, eyeing the box, "and return this to you tomorrow before our date."

Looking at him now as if he had suddenly grown two heads, you slowly closed the back door and edged towards the driver's side of the vehicle. Cursing yourself for not having your phone to hand, you stopped short when Steve joined you a few seconds later and kissed your cheek before walking away while tossing the gentle reminder over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow, enjoy the park." Opening the door and all but diving behind the wheel, you locked the doors and took a deep breath secure in the knowledge that this second creep of the week had no way of finding you. Then starting the engine, you drove off towards the park in the hopes of finally relaxing your cares away.

Arriving at the park with the best of intentions, you already noticed how these two mysterious weirdos had already begun to exert subtle changes on your behavior. Where you normally let Tika and the whims of fate dictate which parts of the park you and your girl explored, today found you walking through the crowded areas or hanging longer around the pet play area. Still seeing the delight reflected in Tika's playful spirit and conversing with some of the other dog owners about their beloved pets and the worry this week brought them, you left the park two hours later feeling in higher spirits than when you arrived.

Heading then to your favorite out-of-the-way bistro where thankfully Tika was always welcome, you tucked into a delicious soup followed by some pumpkin pie before leaving the day behind and heading home. Pulling back into your drive just as the sun was beginning to dip, you took your girl inside and locking up the house, settled in for the night with a favorite Halloween movie and some popcorn. Draping yourself across the couch you and Tika then settled in for a spooky experience, while back in the city two people with you in common, along with one you had yet to meet, worked on the next phase of their plan.

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Tika crawling up the bed to wake you the next morning told you that at some point you had moved yourself to your bed though you didn't remember how or when. Slowly sitting up and attuning your ears to the house around you, an invisible weight lifted off you when no sound reached your ears. Pulling on your robe and slippers, you silently opened the bedroom door enough to peek your head out and see if your ears had perhaps deceived you. Again hearing nothing, you threw open the door and directing Tika outdoors for her morning run, you then adjourned to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Half an hour later, finally dressed in jeans and your most comfortable fall sweater, you headed back into the kitchen and smiled a massive smile when you were greeted with absolutely nothing.

Now sure, of course Andy could cook and you could definitely get used to someone treating you to all manner of culinary delights, but strange men showering you with attention you never asked for during the spookiest week of the year was definitely a bit suspect. Turning on some music before opening the back door again to allow some of the fall morning waft into the house, you set about sorting out some breakfast before deciding what you planned to do with your day. Sitting down and pouring some yogurt over your fresh fruit and granola, you were happily halfway through your breakfast when a knock at the door indicated that your perfect peace was about to be interrupted. Hoping against hope that it was only the mail, yesterday's conversation at the shelter told you to be on your guard, so rising from the table and heading out the back when the knocking continued, a careful walk round the side of the house confirmed that Steve Rogers had also somehow tracked you down.

Sneaking back the way you came, a broken twig underfoot soon gave you away however and words hollered on the breeze told you that yet another peaceful day was about to turn pear shaped. Stopping where you stood as the powerful super soldier walked to meet you, this time however you had to rethink your assumptions of this man when reaching you he produced a bouquet of lilies and lilacs accompanied by a glorious smile. "Glad to see you up and about Amber." he greeted as he once again kissed your cheek and handed you the flowers.

Flicking your gaze between him and his offering, you reluctantly thanked him before asking if he wanted to join you inside though you now had no illusions that he was going anywhere. Following you inside, he watched as if in fascination as you found a vase, filled it with water and placed the bouquet gently within. Then moving it to a spot on the counter where it would get some light without cooking the wonderful flowers, Steve found his heart swelling as you took a moment to inhale their heavenly scent. Then turning to face him, you figured it was time to find out exactly what was going on.

"Alright Mister Rogers, spill. How did you find me and what are you doing here?" you asked as you leaned against the counter while he took a seat at the table you had been forced to leave.

"First, do you think you could call me Steve?" he inquired, getting comfortable as you continued to scowl at him, "and second, could the questions wait until after you've finished your breakfast?" he asked as he then directed you to sit before continuing, "it is the most important meal of the day after all."

"Fine," you huffed out, walking the short distance to take up residence once again in your vacated seat, "but then you answer everything I ask you," you continued before finishing off your food. Watching in silence as you ate quickly, Steve seemed enthralled by every little thing you seemed to do and the more he looked at you the deeper he fell in love. Though he accepted he better keep that piece of information to himself.

At last eating up all your food and cleaning up, you returned to the table and listened intently as Steve confessed that Andy had passed along your address while he too had plans for the two of you. Sighing deeply at the thought of yet another man you barely knew wanting to treat you to a day's activities, your memories of the day with Andy made you wonder what Steve had in store. Grudgingly agreeing, though he refused to let slip the exact details, you were at least happy to learn that the clothes currently adorning your body would suit the day just fine. So making sure your girl was safe and happy you locked up once again and taking a chance on another stranger, followed Steve to the front drive where getting on his motorbike a new adventure awaited.

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Holding tight to Steve as his bike carried you towards the unknown day he had mapped out, you closed your eyes and rested your head against his broad shoulders as the world whipped by around you. Eventually slowing down, you opened your eyes and gazed out on a breathtaking expanse of beach that was completely deserted. Placing his hands on your hips and effortlessly lifting you from the bike, you suddenly felt totally disoriented when your vehicle drove up just behind you and Andy and Tika appeared within. Looking now between your vehicle and the man beside you, a smirk from Steve was all the confirmation you got that something beyond your comprehension was going on.

Opening the door to free Tika who bounded over to you, Andy simply rolled down the window and blew you a kiss as Steve engaged him in conversation. "So we'll see you in about two hours, yeah?" Steve asked Andy as you watched the exchange suspiciously while showering affection on Tika. Nodding in agreement, he then reached over and passed Steve a blanket-covered basket before driving away.

Turning now to face you, a hand on your hip as your other hand held Tika's leash told Steve that an explanation was in order. "I took your keys while you took care of the flowers, placed them in the ignition and texted Andy regarding my plan." he stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Picnic?" he then asked as he directed you and Tika towards the sand.

Letting go of Tika as Steve took your hand and walked both of you to a spot halfway down the beach, the sea breeze and the smell of the ocean eased your anxiety somewhat and watching your girl splash about the water's edge took your attention away from Steve as he lay down the blanket and sat back to watch you enjoy the peace around you. Taking off your boots and walking down to the water, the sand underfoot and the waves lapping against your toes were a feeling you would forever cherish. Enjoying the view, but feeling somewhat lonely, the super soldier's voice soon reminded you that this was not your typical getaway.

"Amber sweetheart," he called and he had to admit as you turned around to face him, he had never seen a more glorious sight, "you wanna join me and see what Andy packed us?" he asked and kicking your feet through the water once more, you took one last look at Tika shaking off some water before heading back to today's captor. Sitting down beside him, you thanked him for the offered sandwich and taking a bite, you had to admit it tasted delicious.

Relaxing then into the quiet beauty all around you, you actually found a peace you had long been missing and you were surprised to find yourself taking the initiative when you stood up, reached out your hand and asked Steve if he'd join you for a walk before Andy returned. Smiling up at you in genuine happiness, he readily agreed as you called your girl and headed off towards the water. Enjoying the walk and Steve's easy company, you were a bit disappointed when his phone lit up to inform him that Andy had arrived back with your vehicle. Reluctantly ready to head back home, you were in for another shock however when Steve led you back to his bike and told you that the night was still young and one more adventure was still yours to be had. Saying goodbye to Andy and Tika, you then got back on Steve's bike and prepared to head off on your next adventure.

Driving off in the opposite direction to home, your eyes lit up with excitement twenty minutes later when an ominous figure in a long black cloak directed you to the parking area of a local haunted house. Getting off the bike and throwing your arms around Steve, this was one instance where your excitement couldn't be contained. Thanking him over and over again as he took your hand and led you inside, your joy was easily starting to infect him too. Walking up the front steps and entering through the well preserved entrance hall, both of you joined the small gathering as the costumed lady explained the eerie history of the place. Then moving through the house with a new-found spring in your step, Steve adored how your whole being suddenly seemed to change as people began to move away on their own.

Traveling from room to room recounting what the guide lady had told you upon arrival, you gripping Steve's hand almost like a vice told him that perhaps your bravado was all for show, so he decided to test it out. "Look Amber, this is where the devil is supposed to have appeared," he reminded you excitedly as both of you entered a grand library, "and this is where the lady of the house died of a broken heart waiting for her lover to return to her. And oh there," he whispered in your ear some time later as a rope outside caught his eye, "that's the tree where it's said countless women were hanged in ritual sacrifices when this was a private school for young women."

Wrapping his arms around you now as you buried your head in his chest to smother your shriek, Steve still looked around cautiously to make sure you hadn't attracted any unwanted attention and was thankful that your trip wasn't really intersecting with the other patrons. Heading off then towards the remaining unexplored parts of the house, you stopped suddenly and reached for his arm as a sound reached your ears.

"Steve, tell me you heard that." you asked while turning now to face your super soldier with a look of horror gracing your features.

"Heard what Amber?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow and a genuine look of concern.

"Heard what? That whistling." you whispered seriously while waving your hand in the general direction in front of both of you. "Listen." Furrowing his brows in extreme concentration, Steve looked intently between you and where you pointed before you interrupted with your questions once again. "Well?"

"Sweetheart this place is ancient, I'm pretty sure it's just a breeze coming through some crack," he reassured, " but if you want I'm more than happy to offer my protection."

Scoffing now at his suggestion and refusing to let his skepticism dampen your senses, you simply stuck out your tongue, went back to holding his hand and continued on with the tour. Then finally having returned to the entrance hall, a mild sadness filled you until Steve leaned closer and whispered in your ear, "Don't be disappointed sweetheart, Halloween isn't over yet and we still have so much planned for you."

So happily accepting the offered hot chocolate and savoring the taste and warmth of it, both of you then mounted Steve's bike for the final time as he returned you back to your welcome abode. Taking care of Tika while you got yourself ready for bed, you were once again shepherded off to sleep in the powerful arms of another stranger who had somehow wormed his way into your bed and your heart.

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A wet sensation by your ear the next morning had you reaching up your hand to shoo away your loveable pooch. "Tika no girl, lie down. It's too early." you whined, but a foreign feeling between your legs had your eyes shooting open as a powerful hand clamped over your mouth to stifle a startled scream.

"Shhh Amber, it's just me." Steve whispered before trailing his lips along your neck. "I'm going to release your mouth sweetheart and you're going to behave," he warned as the other hand you were only now aware of applied some gentle pressure to your pussy.

Doing as he promised, you then tried to relax but this proved difficult as the fullness in your pussy indicated that Steve's impressive length had already found it's way inside your cunt as you slept on obliviously. Whimpering now as his mouth returned to its previous exploration, a sinful moan escaped your lips as his hips jerked gently and his fingers worked their magic over your clit.

Stimulating your lower body as his other hand now wormed its way under your top to pinch and knead your tits, it didn't take long until the feelings he was stirring within you had your orgasm building to the point where you actively began to participate in your own undoing. Grinding against him to get that final bit of friction needed to send you into orbit, the chuckle that escaped his throat and him stalling his movements was enough to finally bring you back to reality as a frustrated scream ripped forth from you.

"Steeeve no," you pouted, trying harder now to get him to move. "I need more, baby. Fuck me harder." you cried out and as his laughter reached your ears, you wished with all your heart you had the ability to reach around and slap him. As it was however all you could do was continue to wriggle your ass against him and hope the pressure in your pussy drove him as wild as he was driving you. Groaning now on a particularly strong squeeze of your walls, you smiled with glee and relief as Steve took pity on both of you and went back to his previous activities.

Continuing to move his hips at a gentle pace, his talented fingers, tongue and lips worked you back up in no time at all and feeling the pressure explode like fireworks, both of you came with a satisfied moan. Filling you up with his essence as he continued to see you through your high, you actually shocked both of you when you came once more and then thanked him as your body relaxed against his. Kissing you then with a soft chuckle, both of you drifted off back to sleep for a few more blissful hours.

Waking again closer to noon, it was now time to say goodbye to Steve and though a bit harder than it had been with Andy, you were still relieved when he kissed you tenderly, got on his bike and headed away from your property. Hoping now that the odd occurrence of meeting, dating and sleeping with strange men was finally behind you, you figured hanging out in your garden after a light meal was a sure fire way to avoid any more unwanted attention.

Choosing today to eat outdoors, you found a nice spot and sitting down, watched with joy as Tika headed off exploring while you tried to figure out what exactly you wanted to do Halloween wise. Sure you had decorated inside and were happy with the results, but two annoyingly handsome strangers had seriously put a dent in your Halloween plans. So now, despite the fun you had, it was time to decide what you wanted to focus on.

Finishing up your food, you headed back inside and looking at the small box of orange lights decided that this year you definitely wanted to go bigger. Promising yourself that you would hit the shops before closing time, you returned the box to its usual spot and heading back outside began the enjoyable task of sorting out the garden. While nothing fancy and therefore low maintenance, there was still the odd bit of weeding, watering and cutting to do and once finally completed, your aching body told you that a well deserved rest was now your reward. So laying out some food and fresh water for your beloved pooch, you then helped yourself to a spooky Halloween book on your lounger and soon lost yourself in its pages before sleep claimed you. Which was exactly where Steve and Johnny found you some time later.

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Pulling into the property in the truck Steve had borrowed from the shelter, Johnny couldn't believe the canvas that lay before him. Nestled neatly in a quiet neighborhood but still part of a beautiful wooded area, he felt like a kid with excitement running through his veins. Getting out and beginning to unload the boxes, Steve quietly made his way around the side of the house where a friendly Tika ambled up to him without waking you. Greeting your dog while then introducing her to Johnny, Steve stood at the ready if Tika took a dislike to the other man.

As it was he had nothing to worry about when Johnny dropped to the ground and began talking and playing with your adorable companion. Leaving these two now to walk over to your sleeping form, Steve shook his head at the carefree spirit of yours that had you totally oblivious to the danger you'd put yourself. Still though as he reached out to run his fingers along your cheek, he wished with all his heart that his sketch pad was within reach. Tearing his eyes away from your vulnerable form as Johnny approached, he knew that the memory of your beauty in this moment would stay with him forever. "So this is her," Johnny whispered as another set of blue eyes stared down at you from on high. "You guys weren't joking, she's stunning."

"Yeah, well just wait until you see her face lit up with the excitement of the spooky season. It really puts the stars in the heavens to shame," Steve answered fondly as the memory of your trip through the haunted house bloomed fresh in mind despite the obvious fear you had tried to hide. Turning his full attention back to the younger man, he was now all business. "So you know what you're doing here?"

"Oh absolutely," Johnny nodded enthusiastically, "think winter wonderland amount of decorations but with a definite spooky feel." he beamed.

"And you're sure you don't need any help?" Steve asked, a little unsure if his hot-headed friend could really pull this off.

"I got this. Seriously," Johnny answered tersely while also making sure not to wake you. "Look, you and the lawyer had your turns treating her like a goddess, now it's my turn. You just head off and make sure Barber's working on the treats while making sure the four of us don't run out of food," and so bending forth to place his lips against your temple, Steve then patted his friend's shoulder before slowly walking away.

Left alone now with you and a plan for the forest around your property, Johnny couldn't help but take a few moments to bask in your beauty. Kneeling down beside you and running his hand along your flannel-covered arm, a chuckle escaped his throat as he noticed a wisp of smoke rising from your sleeve. "Oops, sorry dove," he whispered as he pulled his warm hand away before he burned you. Thankful that his carelessness had neither hurt nor woken you, he lifted you tenderly from the lounger and, smiling as you snuggled deeper into his chest, walked you towards your home. Finding your room with relative ease, Johnny then placed you gently on the bed and carefully removing your boots, took a throw and laid it over you before speaking. "Sweet dreams now Amber. See you tomorrow," he whispered and walking away left you to whatever fantasies your young mind was treating you to.

Waking in your bed again four hours later, you let out a string of profanities as your mind tried to recall the events that landed you here. Having said goodbye to Steve after an interesting wake-up call, you had eaten, tended to your garden and settled down to do some reading. But what then? Had you come inside to lie down? But you didn't remember taking off your boots. Where we're your boots? Rising from the bed, you looked around your room to find them standing neatly by the door. Certain now that you definitely didn't have a hand in your current location, you sighed deeply when your mind told you only two options were available . . . Andy or Steve.

Deciding not to let their antics ruin what had so far been an amazingly relaxing day, you replaced your boots and heading back out to find your girl, was unprepared for the real shock the day would produce. Staring at the Halloween note taped to the kitchen door, your hand shook slightly as you reached out to take it.

Hey Amber,

The guys told me how much you love Halloween so here's my contribution. Don't worry though dove, I've still got one activity in mind for us to do together.

Johnny Storm🔥

Johnny Storm? Now your brain really did feel like a separate entity from your body as you didn't recall ever meeting anyone named Johnny. And what was this about a Halloween contribution and another stupid pet name. Deciding that the best course of action was to see if anything else was suspicious around the place, Tika bounding up to you couldn't distract from the wonder that greeted you as you stepped outside.

With multi-colored pumpkin lights hanging from the trees beside the path, walking into the forest revealed a spooky experience right out of your dreams. White translucent figures hung from certain trees, while trunks here and there had hands wrapped them. Then of course there were the customary spider webs, bats, zombies and dismembered limbs floating and lying all around you. Walking back towards the house as Tika now trotted along beside you, you figured you better find a way to really show your appreciation to this Johnny guy as you made your way to the front of the property.

Though you did acknowledge the serious lack of carved pumpkins, the front yard was just one more thing that took your breath away. Cauldrons, witches, gravestones and monsters tastefully located around the place had you torn between sheer delight and a gnawing dread that no trick or treater would dare come near your door on Halloween night. Heading back inside as you tried to get your head around the mammoth workload that had taken place to achieve such a scene, your heart all but jumped out of your chest as your whole house suddenly lit up in all manner of Halloween festivities as a beautiful display illuminated your humble abode. Wiping a stray tear now from your face at the kindness of this act, you spent a few wondrous moments watching the changing sequence before heading back inside to finish off your day with a meal, another movie and a warm cozy fire.

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Joining the land of the living on the morning before Halloween, part of you wondered what today held in store. Letting Tika out to explore and stretch her legs, you still couldn't wrap your head around the gloriously spooky sight that greeted you. Sure it had looked spectacular in the waning evening light the night before, but even in daylight, it was still something to behold. Standing there like that in your pyjamas soaking in the splendor all around you, the noise from your coffee machine would have startled you first if it wasn't for the handsome young man shouting out your name as he rounded the side of your house.

"Jeez, give me a heart attack why don't you." you shrieked as Johnny stood before you and raised a box between the both of you.

"Ah I'm sorry dove. Just came by to drop off some breakfast and see if you liked what I did with the place," Johnny stated before opening the box to reveal some freshly baked muffins. "A mutual friend told me you liked these," he added with a smirk.

Groaning now that you knew who the mutual friend was, you walked back inside and waited for Johnny to follow as was the customary action with these strangers. Sitting down at the table and placing the box upon it, you headed over to the coffee pot and pouring yourself a mug, turned around to face this new distraction. "Listen, thanks for the thought but I am not about to go eating food delivered by someone whose name I don't even know." you stated, waiting to see what his reaction would be. "Besides, I've got coffee so I'm all good."

Rising from the table and walking over to stand before you, Johnny trapped you between his powerful arms while still keeping your bodies a respectable distance apart. "Amber, while it's nice to see you have a healthy fear of food you haven't cooked, it would be nicer if you showed the same fear towards strange men entering your pussy," he said, glancing down as your thighs clenched together.

Trying to compose yourself as his warm breath fanned your face and his blue eyes rested on your now heaving chest, you found yourself unable to come up with any concrete excuse for your serious lack of judgement. Chuckling to himself as he stepped back to give you space however afforded you the clarity to sass something back. "You know what, that's a good point. Starting right now, no more strange men in my house or my pussy. The door's right there." you said, pointing back the way both of you had come.

"Ah ah ah," he admonished, waving his finger back and forth in front of your face, "there'll be none of that now dove. We're going to have a nice breakfast and then you and I are going to finish decorating this place." he stated before gently grabbing your arm and leading you towards the table. Then heading over to your fridge, he took out some eggs and winking over at you, broke them into a pan and balancing it on one hand began beating them with the other.

Watching in fascination and horror as the hand holding the pan began to glow, you were about to jump up and grab the pan when Johnny sent a warning look your way that told you not to move. Continuing to stare until he was done, he then plated up the food and placed it before you. Tucking into the scrambled eggs, your mouth watered at the delicious taste and you had to admit despite their questionable behavior, the guys could cook. Offering then to wash up, Johnny ushered you out of the kitchen so you could finally get dressed.

Returning then to find him talking to Tika, you were amazed that your girl took so well to all of them despite your reservations. Clearing your throat to get his attention, he smiled up at you and led you and your girl outside to make a start on his plans. Walking you out front to his vehicle, you raised an eyebrow when he locked it up and opened the back of yours for Tika to jump inside, then leading you to the passenger's side, he waited for you to get comfortable before sliding behind the wheel and driving away to an undisclosed location.

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Flicking his gaze over to you at various intervals to see you fidgeting in your seat, he finally took pity on you and reaching gently for your hand, tried to ease your discomfort. "Amber breathe. I promise what we're doing and where we're going will be nothing but fun," and as you looked up at him something in his features told you to relax.

Enjoying the rest of the drive a bit more as you focused on the autumn countryside all around you, your eyes lit up as your destination finally came into view. "Hold the phone," you exclaimed, as Johnny hit the indicator and turned off the road, "are you serious? We're getting pumpkins?" you asked excitedly.

"Picking. Carving. Taking back to your place to complete the spooky vibe." he answered and he couldn't help laughing and smiling when the vehicle stopped and you all but raced out of your seat to go explore. Getting Tika's leash and helping the pooch out of the back, Johnny paid the fee to the attendant and receiving your tickets headed off to find you. Slipping through the rows and rows of pumpkins as you examined various ones for size, shape and who knows what else, you were quickly brought back to your surroundings when a kind lady showed up with a wheeled basket.

"You look like you could use one of these dear," she said as she placed it beside you and then came to join you in your deliberations. "Now I don't know if you've been here before, but you do have options. You can of course pick your pumpkins here and then take them home. However if you want, you and your young man can also carve them here, enter a competition and maybe even enjoy some hot cider. Either way, just enjoy yourself." she finished and smiled at Johnny as she walked away when he and Tika reached your location.

Looking now at you standing in the middle of a field of pumpkins, deep in thought, Johnny swore he had never seen anything more beautiful and he finally understood what had attracted Steve in the first place. Reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder and get your attention, he began by reminding you that whatever happened, you first needed to pick out some pumpkins for Andy and Steve to work their magic on later. Finally getting with the program, the three of you began seriously appraising the pumpkins and picking out your entire stash, found the carving area quite easily.

Securing Tika's leash to the table as she lay down contentedly by your feet, you and Johnny then began the task of sorting through the pumpkins. Counting them out, Johnny began by handing an attendant the necessary fee and then turning back to you, asked what your plan was. "Well," you answered, brows furrowed in contemplation as you looked between him and the vast array of round colored objects before you, "I think we should start by setting aside the smaller ones to carve at home so they don't get damaged on the drive back. Then of course, we need to pick out the ones for Andy and Steve," you added, wondering now when you would see them again. "After that, all that's left is to see how good your carving skills are." you challenged and you had to admit the wink Johnny gave you did unreal things to your lady parts.

Spending the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company while also taking time to check out some of the other creations taking shape and form around the place, you had to admit that when the last pumpkin had been put away and the three of you headed off towards the social area, any anxiety you had that morning was well and truly lost to the magic and wonder of this place. Sipping on your hot cider and stroking Tika's head as Johnny spoke with some of the other patrons, you promised yourself that whatever the future held, never again would you deal with store bought pumpkins. Here in the heart of nature, surrounded by people who loved Halloween as much as you, you knew true joy and unbridled creativity.

Finally joining you and informing you it was time to go, you headed back to your vehicle, where securing your girl back inside, shocked both yourself and Johnny by throwing your arms around him and planting your lips firmly against his. Taking a moment to get with the program and embrace your enthusiasm, Johnny then kissed you back just as fervently, before pulling back while still holding you in his arms. "Not that I'm complaining dove," he uttered, looking around to make sure your private moment remained as such, "but what was that for?" he asked, before turning slightly to trap you between his body and the vehicle.

"I just wanted to thank you for everything, I guess," you muttered, now training your eyes anywhere except where your lower bodies connected. "This day has been amazing and when I think of what you did to my house . . . well, it's all too much."

"Oh dove no," Johnny replied, taking your chin and caressing a warm hand along your cheek. "Seeing the joy these simple things have brought you has been my genuine pleasure and I know the guys would agree. Now how about I take all this cargo home and we see about finishing off the night?" he asked and if he meant anything sexual by it, it never came across in his actions.

Finally reaching home and placing the entire array of pumpkins in the shed until the following day, Johnny then fed you, Tika and himself before using his talented and exceptionally warm hands to knead every inch, ache and pain around your body until you were nothing but a blissed out, sleepy pile of flesh and bone laid out before him. Gazing down on your smiling face as he finished massaging your chest and upper arms, he then stripped off his pants and boxers before wrapping himself around you and feeling you drift off to sleep in his loving embrace.

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Opening your eyes on Halloween morning more rested and content than you had ever felt in your young life, you couldn't stop yourself from looking up at the man whose chest your head currently rested on. Beautiful beyond belief and as naked as the day he was born, your hand suddenly felt possessed as it eased its way down his frame to rest gently over his somewhat impressive length. Watching his face as your fingers wrapped around his rod, you squealed in shock when his hand suddenly reached down to grasp your wrist.

"Dove, don't start anything I'm not prepared to finish," he stated sleepily before opening his eyes to gaze down at you. "We still have things to do and I've got plans for you." he added sincerely with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Though mildly disappointed at this rejection, his promise that it had more to do with timing rather than any non desire on his part, Johnny picking you up and placing you firmly atop his body while showering any available skin with warm kisses was enough to quiet your doubts until another thought took hold. "Wait a minute," you now asked, raising your chin off his chest and looking up at him, "what kind of plans are we talking about here?"

"Well Amber, let's just call them the kind of plans that leave you satisfied in the best possible way," he replied and as if to emphasize his meaning, ground you down against his cock before flipping you over onto your back and rising from the bed. Screaming out your frustrations as he then picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom, you threw a pillow towards the door when his next words reached your ears, "don't pout dove, I always deliver. Now get your fine ass up before the day disappears."

Grudgingly pulling yourself out of bed when Johnny exited the bathroom, you did what you needed to do before dressing and joining him in the kitchen. Stopping by the door to greet Tika, you then took a seat at the table while Johnny finished plating up the food. Noticing now that there was way too much food for two people, what with french toast, pancakes, muffins, fruit, yogurt and omelettes, it didn't really surprise you when suddenly the back door opened and in walked Andy and Steve.

"Hello again, Amber. Hope these two have been treating you well." Andy said as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rubbed his bearded face along your cheek as if marking his territory. "Have you missed me honey?" he then whispered as his hand settled over your left breast and squeezed gently.

Unable to answer as nothing but a moan escaped your lips, you were a little thankful when Steve decided it was his turn to have your attention. "Stand aside Barber," he bellowed as he elbowed the other man aside and helped you up from your seated position, "hey sweetheart, ignore him. Have you been having fun?" he asked as his lips met yours and his hands came to rest against your ass.

Getting ready to answer while enjoying the attention as Andy now came to stand behind you and trap you between the both of them, it was Johnny this time that put a damper on your fun. "Jeez guys, quit it with the groping and leave her be. It hasn't been that long since you've seen her and breakfast is ready," he said, handing you a cup of coffee and kissing your forehead before directing everyone to sit down.

Listening to each of them recount what their week so far had entailed, a slip of the tongue here and there told you that Andy had booked the haunted house for you and Steve, while the former Avenger had told Johnny of the wonderful pumpkin patch that had delighted you the day before. The most shocking revelation came however when Johnny asked Andy whether or not that spot he had suggested had been peaceful or crowded. Accepting then that these three had been working together to screw up your week, you grabbed some muffins from a plate and walking outside, decided you needed a break from their manipulations.

Not quite understanding what had upset you but knowing all the same that something was wrong, all three guys were quick on your heels and you wondered as they sat on the ground around the lounger if there would ever again be any escape from them. Especially when Steve asked what was wrong. Explaining that this whole thing with them was hugely confusing, Johnny decided that the best solution was distraction. So, taking the muffins and leading everyone back inside, he quickly took charge of the situation.

"Okay guys Amber and I are heading out for costumes and if you could have yours picked up and the remaining pumpkins carved by the time we get back that would be amazing. What about you dove," he then asked, turning to face you, "do you know what costume you'd like?"

"She's going to be an angel. Right honey?" Andy asked with a wink.

"Nah, our girl's going to be a princess," Steve interrupted and as all three of them bickered and debated over what you were going to be, an excellent idea blossomed in your mind. Turning around to tell Andy where they could find the pumpkins, while asking Steve to feed Tika, you then grabbed Johnny's hand and leading him out front was actually excited to go about organizing your costume.

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Finding everything you needed easily within the few stores you visited, a phone call from Andy found you and Johnny trying to track down the rest of the treats he requested while Steve apparently decided that you had to stop by a Halloween store to pick up two special ghoul hand lights that held red candles. Shaking your head at the ridiculous requests of two grown men would have made you laugh if it wasn't for the other ridiculous grown man who chose the ride home to suddenly park up at the side of the road before stopping the car. Looking over at him to ask what was going on, Johnny simply explained there was an issue with the car before getting out. Walking around to the back of the car and popping the top, he waited patiently until boredom set in and you too exited the vehicle. Asking what was taking so long while he fed you some mumbo jumbo car jargon, you soon had enough of his evasive answers and headed back to the front of the vehicle to wait.

Sitting down on the trunk to rest while he worked, Johnny's speed surprised you when he suddenly appeared before you and pinned you in place with his powerful frame. Asking what he was doing as you tried unsuccessfully to pull away, you soon got your answer when he knelt on the ground before you and started to peel your jeans and panties down your legs. Horrified now as your location sprang clear in your mind, your protests were soon forgotten as he looked up at you.

"Dove, I told you this morning I had a plan for you," he said with a wink before bending down and licking a stripe up your folds. Moaning at the sensation this action elicited as well as the venue he had chosen for your undoing, the next half hour had you calling on all the gods, both current and ancient, to not let anyone come upon you. Edging you over and over again on his tongue and fingers as the evidence of your activities pooled on the vehicle beneath you, you finally had enough, grabbed his hair and pulled until he finally looked at you.

"Johnny," you whined, "make me come before someone finds us. Please." you begged and something in his expression told you he was listening. Kissing your mound softly one last time, Johnny then took one look towards the road in both directions before unbuckling his pants, freeing his cock and focusing his attention back on you. Smiling down on your heaving form as he pumped his shaft, he at last took pity on you when you slapped his thigh and, running himself through your folds a few times, plugged you up in one powerful thrust.

Screaming at the sheer force of his intrusion and the size he possessed, your ass moving up and down his car was a welcome sign that the orgasms he had denied you would soon be within reach. Johnny still though was far from finished giving you what you craved and pulling out to just the tip while leaning forward to ravish your lips, he then pushed back in slowly inch by agonizing inch. Crying out as his kisses alternated between your lips and neck, the torturous see-saw motion of his hips was driving you nearer and nearer the edge, without letting you find the relief you actually needed. Finally threatening him to get it over with or else, he laughed out loud before increasing his thrusts to the point where you hoped the windshield would withstand the force.

At last feeling the glorious tightening in your core that signaled an earth shattering orgasm, Johnny's movements swiftly lost their smooth rhythm and adding his groans to your moans, he came with you as your back arched up to meet him. Continuing to bring you down as his hips slowed to a sensual pumping, you actually sighed with relief as he kissed you quickly, pulled out and helped you off the vehicle. Putting yourself back together, he then drove the rest of the way to your house where Steve and Andy’s smirks told you they knew, or at least suspected, what had taken place.

Heading inside then to change into your costume and get the treats ready for when the neighborhood children came calling, you eventually joined the guys outside and was blown away by the final result. Watching Johnny use his powers to light up the last few pumpkins, your heart lifted that these three amazing guys had actually made the spooky week quite spectacular. Looking at Steve to see him once again sporting his old Captain America uniform, you wondered what Andy had chosen when an amazing red devil appeared behind you and wrapped you in his arms. "Hey honey, you went with warrior goddess I see," he whispered as his lips found that sweet spot behind your ear.

"Not exactly," you answered, pulling out of his embrace and placing the final piece of your costume on your head. "I'm Medusa," you proclaimed, looking between all three of them, "and if you anger me, I'll turn you to stone." Bowing down before you as they admired your costume, your fun however was interrupted by the first set of trick or treaters of the night. Spending the rest of the night giving out treats and enjoying all the elaborate costumes on display, you were actually relieved when night finally fell.

Enjoying as the wind whistled gently through the trees and the sounds of nature filled the forest, Johnny led you to the blanket Andy had placed on the ground and laying you down, waited for Steve to put the final log on the bonfire. Then waiting for the guys to take up their spots, Johnny once again produced a flame from his hand and throwing it at the logs welcomed the heat and magic it brought to the environment. Telling ghost stories then as Tika rested against Andy's legs, all four of you eventually just settled down to enjoy each other's company, the stars above and the fabulous fire displays that Johnny threw up into the night. Not knowing now what tomorrow would hold, in this moment you found it didn't matter as you couldn't remember the last time you had felt so cherished and appreciated.

Tagging:- @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

[alexaplaysgames]

Nodus Tollens

Pairing: June x F!Traveller (Celeste)

Fandom: Andromeda Six (I know the fan base isn’t huge so I encourage those who haven’t played to read these and see if you’d like to try it out!)

Warnings: Angst, minor mentions of gore and death.

Words: ~ 1800

Description: When Traveller tries to save June instead.

Notes: I chose my traveller for this little fic but will totally take requests if you’d like me to use yours. Just pop into me DMs and make a request! Also, this is one of several fics for A6 that I have so let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

This is self indulgent nonsense and I am sorry. I will do better next time. Actually I probably won’t.

Tags: @amlovelies @writersgonefishing @oatssss @kimberrrrr @femmeshep @serana-spring

There’s a sort of weightlessness to death.

An instant where you rest suspended in the between. Passed from warm hands into a cold, steel grip, there’s a split second where everything stops. Life no longer holds meeting and death has yet to make known its cruel face, so you are left...

Waiting.

It takes a moment for Celeste to realize that this isn’t the weightlessness she’s feeling. The sensation of suspense is not one due to hovering between life and death. The strength which holds her is not of some otherworldly being.

She looks up and sees kindly grey eyes. June cradles her head with gentle, reserved strength. Tawny strands of his hair fall against his forehead as he looks down at her with an expression of fear and unbridled concern, one that is utterly unfamiliar on the usually calm gunman’s features.

His fingers press against her side and withdraw, sticky and crimson with blood.

“Celeste,” June whispers, though it’s faint with the ringing in her ears.

Her name on his lips sounds sad, agonized even. The feeling that knowledge invokes within her is foreign. Once, existing only as the youngest child in a line of royals, fated for a life in the shadows, she held the belief that no one would mourn her death. Now, the look of anguish on his face makes guilt flare in her gut; she doesn’t want to hurt him like this.

He pulls her close against his chest, draws her into his arms as easily as if she were, truly, weightless. She knows of the strength that lies hidden under the layers of his sweet, gentle exterior, buried under his warm smiles and soft, thoughtful gestures.

Her fingers’ weak grasp finds his wrist, delving into the crisscrossed scars written in his skin. In them, she finds the affirmation she seeks.

Even if it drains her of blood, life, and spirit, it was worth it. For in this, just once, he will remain untouched.  

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She wakes to metal tables and blinding white light.

“Hey, easy now,” comes Ryona’s soothing tone. Her pale blue skin and soft, pretty features follow as she stands from her desk before rushing to Celeste’s side.

Ryona immediately starts fluttering around, reading numbers on screens and pressing buttons as Celeste puts her hand over the bandage on her newly-sewn side with a wince.

“You’re in the med bay. Came in pretty banged up, if I do say so myself. June had to carry you back.”

The incessant ringing has cleared to the steady beeping of the surrounding machines. For the second time, it occurs to Celeste in her clarity, that man has pulled her back from the brink of death and carried her toward safety in his arms.

“I’ve never seen our cowboy quite so upset,” Ryona adds, her tone full of meaning. “He really cares about you. Remember that if he-“

Celeste shifts on the table. “If he what?”

“I had to give you eight stitches, and you lost a lot of blood. You should-”

“Ryona.”

Golden eyes, filled with conflict, meet green.

“June doesn’t handle strong emotion well. He’s afraid it makes him volatile, destructive. Dangerous.”

“Oh.” The plastic sheet crinkles as Celeste settles back against it. The non-answer makes her nervous. “Okay.”

“He’ll be fine,” Ryona comforts, squeezing her ankle softly as she sits down by her feet. “Luckily, so will you. I was worried.”

Celeste stumbles in her attempt to formulate a reply. “I- thank you.”

The words stir some strange sentiment within her, an immense wave of affection threatening to drown her in their wake. Never in her life did she imagine she would be lucky enough to be cared for so deeply by people so utterly kind.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, startling both women where they sit.

“That’s probably June. He sat by your side for hours until he went to get a blanket. Said you looked cold,” then, louder, “come in!”

June almost has to duck under the door, given his immense height, and he enters carrying a stack of blankets high enough to clothe a small army.

“I didn’t know which ones-“ he begins, setting the stack of fabric on the countertop, then trails off as he registers the sight before him.

“You’re awake.”

Silence ensues. Ryona’s eye flit between the two of them before she stands, says, “I’ll be outside if you need me,” and excuses herself with a warm, supportive smile over her shoulder.

“June-“

“I am so, so sorry,” he breathes, air rushing forward from his lungs, coming to kneel by her side. His eyes search her face, looking for what, she doesn’t know.

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I should’ve protected you. I shouldn’t have let you get hurt.” He looks disgusted with himself. This, this self-loathing, is something she recognizes. “There are a lot of things I should have done,” he adds softly.

Celeste moves to sit up and hisses as the skin around her bandages stretches.

Realization dawns in June’s eyes before they shift to her side. “Can I?”

She nods, lifting the edge of her shirt to reveal the expanse of fabric that hides her wound. Looking briefly into her eyes for confirmation, June lets his fingers brush against her skin, tracing the edges of the bandage and sending a tingling feeling up Celeste’s spine. At every point where their skin meets, warmth trickles outwards from his fingertips, seeping through her skin and settling in her veins. She can feel his breath, the unmistakable warmth of it, against her bare skin.

“You’ll have a scar,” June murmurs.

“So? You already have so many.”

He frowns. “I don’t want you to be like me, Celeste. I don’t want to make you like me. How could you- that’s the last thing I want.”

“You told me to run and I chose not to. You didn’t make me do anything. I’m responsible for my own actions. Did you really think I would leave and risk you getting hurt?”

That seems to throw him for a loop. His jaw drops slightly, eyes wide. “You- you wanted to protect me?”

She traces a featherlight touch along his cheek with a shaking hand. June’s eyelashes flutter, briefly, at her touch. “Of course.”

“You’re delusional,” June says, though it lacks any bite. He simply sounds lost, a little confused. “I’ve survived much worse than a back-alley gunfight. I can handle a few more scars.”

“But you shouldn’t- you shouldn’t have to.”

She swallows, jaw working as she looks toward the ceiling, yet she can see how he shakes his head, features pulled between frustration and overwhelming torment. “You shouldn’t have to put yourself in danger for me. I’m not worth that.”

“But you are-“

“I am not.” And the finality of his words draws her gaze towards his once more. She sees something there that she’s only seen once before, the day she stood outside his cabin and he shut the door in her face .

Anger. Fire, bright flames quickly smothered with a brush of his large palm over his face.

He breathes deep, chest rising with the motion under his vest. His grey eyes look more like steel than rainclouds as he speaks. “If you can’t follow orders, I won’t be able to take you on supply runs any longer.”

“June, please. You don’t mean that.”  

She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. Acceptance? His friendship? His love? Would she dare?

Could he even give her such a thing?

“I’ll see you in the morning, Celeste.” June stands again, sleeves shifting further up his forearms to show his scars. “Get some sleep.”

He doesn’t once look back once as the door closes behind him.

The metal table beneath her feels so much colder without him there. How cruel he is, to let her taste what it’s like to have him by her side, then rip it away. Left with nothing but the hum of machinery and her thoughts, she begins to wonder if she’s broken, or he is.

Or maybe they’re both broken, she thinks. Maybe they both have jagged edges, and no matter how hard she tries to fit them together, there will always be a little space in between.

It’s an uncomfortable thought, one that lulls her to sleep under fluorescent lights and the weight of her own fractured heart.

**

Outside, June slumps against the wall, running his hand through his hair with a sigh.

How his heart ached when he turned her affection aside, how he wanted nothing more than to relish in the feeling of her caring for him, for him, to bask in it and soak in it and let it fill all of his cracks and crevices and make him whole.

And how he knew, just as deeply and with equal certitude, that that was the last thing he could ever let himself do.

He is no stranger to pain. But the hurt he feels now is different, gnawing at a part of himself he didn’t know existed. Not since he closed it off, so long ago. Not since-

No. Not going there. No amount of time will strength long enough for him to open those doors again.

Just look at what you’ve done to her already. All you’ll ever do is hurt her.

June presses his fists into the wall by his sides, hands trembling with the effort not to leave dents in the metal. It’s so easy for him to break and ruin, so difficult to build. And that is why he cannot have her. He won’t let her become another beautiful thing shattered by the strength in his hands.

How difficult she makes it, when she looks at him as if he’s fragile, when her lips form words like care and protect and things he never thought a monster like him could ever hope to receive. He wants to lay himself down at her feet and thank the gods for giving him something so sweet.

But he is dangerous and he is deadly and he has no idea how to love someone the way she deserves.

“You could stand to let someone in, every once in a while.”

Ryona crosses her arms as she leans against the wall beside him, one eyebrow raised.

“I won’t kill you to let yourself feel, June.”

“It’s not myself I’m worried about killing.”

June tries not to flinch as she lays a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not the monster you think you are,” she says.

A part of him wants to scream, to say that she doesn’t understand, that’s she’s wrong, but that part is smothered by the warmth that bubbles in his chest at her words.

He lets his head hit the wall and closes his eyes. “I don’t know if you’re right.”

“Am I ever wrong?” Ryona grins, eyes twinkling.

He has to admit, she does have a point.

“I hope you’re able to work this out,” she says, pushing herself off the wall. She walks back into the med bay and June keeps his eyes scrunched closed until he hears the door slam shut.

More than anything, he hopes for that too.

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[hangjie]

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I SHIP YOU WITH … CONNIE SPRINGER

CANON-VERSE

connie's way of showing his love is through his jokes and how he tease you all the time. he loved to joke around with you since he saw you as the ray of hope in his life. before you two got together, you only thought of each other as friends and nothing more. though, everyone, especially jean and sasha ( though sasha was always the leader ) would tease you both on how you two would end up together because of the "best friend trope. you and connie would only look at each other and laugh until both of your stomachs were hurting and crying tears of laughter. it was like this until the day connie's mother became a titan.

connie was traumatized, devastated, and deeply afraid. his entire family is gone and the only person left, his mom, was a titan. he thought that his family would be safe from the chaos of the titans but as he laid his eyes on the enormous eyes of his immobile mother, he felt his heart drop.

once you, connie, and the rest were settled in the utgard castle, connie was found sitting on the ground in the corner. his arms were wrapped around his legs, hugging them to his chest while his face was on top of his knees. your heart broke as you watched him since this was one of the rare times where connie wasn't his cheerful goofy usual self and you were determinded to bring that side of him back.

despite knowing that he needs his space, you approached his slouched figure and sat beside him, crossing your legs. the air was filled with the silence, neither of you saying a word to each other.

you glanced towards connie, placing a hand on his back. he tensed underneath your touch but he relaxes after a few seconds. his back started to shake as tears dripped to his knees. you wrapped your arm around him and leaned your head against his shoulder, rubbing his back as he continued to cry. he then wrapped his arms around you, crying on to your shoulder as you embraced him back, his tears dampening the fabric of your shirt but you didn't care. at this moment, you didn't care about anything besides him. not the titans, your friends, the other survey corps members, only connie springer, your best friend.

although no words were exchanged, connie understood that you were here for him. not only now but for the rest of your lives and he wanted you to be by his side forever and him with you, and you never wanted to have him like this ever again. that's when you both knew.

ever since that day, you two were inseparable and protected each other from everything (from eren) and despite the constant teasing from your peers, especially sasha and jean, you both didn't mind it since you knew that the feelings were mutual and believed that you don't need a public label.

connie would always praise you yet at the same time, tease you. due to the height difference, he would rest his elbow on either your head or shoulder and would say how cute you are. he would also say that you were the most beautiful girl in the world then would proceed to say that you're the love child of historia and armin or that the three of you are triplets. despite his jokes, he makes sure to never cross the boundaries. he makes sure that his jokes are light-hearted and would make you laugh since the last thing he would want is to upset you.

even after the both of you were "officially together," connie wouldn't treat you differently than before. though, he's more affectionate than before, you both still appear as best friends. behind closed doors, connie is softer but still chaotic as ever.

MODERN AU

connie is always the life of the party. your loved ones enjoy his company and everything with him is an experience. his energy and urge to find fun always makes dates unique and enjoyable since connie loves to explore things with you, so mostly your dates are outside the comfort of your homes.

when you both first met, connie was the one to approach you. sasha and jean (mostly jean though) dared him to talk to you since they noticed that he was staring at you (like a creep, as sasha would say). not willing to back down from a dare, he did so and he will admit that he doesn't regret it since it lead to where things are now.

connie only wants to have an adventure, enjoy and experience life with you.

I SHIP YOU WITH … KOUTAROU BOKUTO

bokuto is so in love with you. he loves you with his entire soul and being, and its obvious in his actions. at home, he doesn't let you do most of the chores since whenever something needs to be done, he does it before you can do it yourself. every morning, he would kiss you face all over and jump out of bed, proclaiming his love for you. once, he even tried to make you a meal since you were hungry and tired but it ended up as black as charcoal. he was so sad but you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that its the thought that counts.

he's like a puppy and an energetic ball of sunshine that only wants to spread his love to everyone, most especially you.

since bokuto found you, akaashi had time to breathe and you took over the role of taking care of him. because of your motherly nature, you were able to take care of dear koutarou and have fun with him in the process. sometimes, akaashi not only babysits bokuto but also you, especially if you were the one to suggest what to do.

bokuto would be so supportive of your endeavors. he would go with you to go running since he also needs the cardio for his volleyball, he would pick you up from your ballet classes, and sometimes, he would ask you if you could teach him some ballet moves. he is unafraid to show his support since you've also been supporting him on his volleyball journey, so he would take your hand and be with you while you seek the thrill of life. plus he would be the one to suggest different activities that both of you can try and to encourage you to continue.

life is never boring with bokuto and that's how you plan to it be until the end.

this took me some time to write since i was debating where to put the specific details HAHAHAHA. i'm so sorry that bokuto's part is so short HDJKSHFKL but i enjoyed writing his ( just a small fact but i was listening to taylor swift's crazier and fearless while writing bokuto's and it made me feel soft af ), nevertheless, i hope you enjoy it, my dear!

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Never Ending Survey: Kyrie Silverwings

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Tagged by: @blood-of-the-dragons, @under-the-blood-moonlight (you gets a Kyrie!)

Tagging: @kael-haustefort-xiv, @resistance-ranger, @lavender-hemlock, @bookbornexiv, @spotofmummery, @herohikara-wol, @lady-dusk-balmung, @cahli-tia, @seina-kurokiba, @of-sea-and-forest

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Kyrie Silverwings

NICKNAME: “Banshee”, “Mistress”

AGE:  ~28

BIRTHDAY:   5/26

ETHNIC GROUP: Hyur Midlander (in appearance)

NATIONALITY: not of Hydaelyn

LANGUAGE/S: Common, some understanding of others due to Echo

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  In a relationship

HOME TOWN / AREA:  a small forest village of hardly any note

CURRENT HOME:  Valorem Tenebris company house, personal apartment (both in Lavender Beds)

PROFESSION: Adder Captain, secretary / accountant (VT), information agent

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: White, usually shoulder length. Formerly a chestnut brown

EYES: Vibrant green, with an unsettling glow at times. When turned, the sclera is black

FACE: Slender, good bone structure, considered a dark beauty

LIPS: Medium-sized, usually with lipstick

COMPLEXION: Pale

BLEMISHES: An odd “birthmark” left on her left shoulder blade, a discoloration of the skin

SCARS: Few, mostly small faded ones from her childhood

TATTOOS: Purple patterns over her eyes and forehead, of unknown design

HEIGHT:  5′8″

WEIGHT: Average

BUILD: Slim, athletic, leans slightly pear-shaped

FEATURES:  Inconsistent hair growth, occasional eye patch, dark make-up. When turned, black veins across her body

ALLERGIES:  None.

USUAL HAIR STYLE:  Shoulder-length, feathered style. When long, it’s kept loose.

USUAL FACE LOOK :  An intrigued, bemused smile. Lidded eyes that cast about.

USUAL CLOTHING:  Prefers dark clothing, coats if travelling heavy, otherwise tends to wear moderately revealing attire

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Her past, falling back into old habits, apathy

ASPIRATION/S:  To commit to a peaceful existence, but still desires the strength to keep her allies safe

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adaptive, cunning, accepting of others, tenacious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Callous, antagonizing, violently self-protective, prideful, reckless

TEMPERAMENT:  Phlegmatic

SOUL TYPE/S:  Warrior

ANIMALS:  fat cat tasmanian devil, black widow, hawk

VICE HABIT/S: soul harvesting, morbid curiosity, attracted to danger

FAITH: Next to none

GHOSTS?: Yes, unfortunately.

AFTERLIFE?: No

REINCARNATION?:  Not sure

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Unconcerned with politics, whether local or far-reaching. Willing to work with most clients.

EDUCATION LEVEL:  Self taught

FAMILY.

FATHER : Ewan of Astora (alive)

MOTHERS :  Nylea Silverwings (alive)

SIBLINGS : none

EXTENDED FAMILY: Naveia (grandmother), Yanne (aunt), Cyneric (grandfather)

NAME MEANING/S: comes from the Greek word for “lord” because... Dark Lord ending yes

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: Nope.

FAVORITES.

BOOK:  History, reference material

DEITY: Gods already dead, thanks

HOLIDAY:  Closest would be All Hallow’s Eve

MONTH: November

SEASON:  Autumn

PLACE: A cozy cabin in the wilds of Limsa

WEATHER: Light rain

SOUND / S: Cat’s purring, the wind in the trees

SCENT / S:  Books, leather, faint perfume

TASTE / S:  Tea, blood in the mouth

FEEL / S:  Cold metal, soft black fabric, the whisper of shadow magic

ANIMAL / S:  Cats, snakes

NUMBER: 6

COLORS: Black. Purple. Green

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Good hunter, excellent tracker, excels in stealth 

BAD AT: Letting go of rivalries, giving up before overstepping boundaries

TURN ONS: Mysterious demeanor, height differences, strength, kindness, soft lingering touches, ruggedness, rough handling, beautiful eyes

TURN OFFS: Boorish manners, zealous attitudes, close-mindedness / bigotry

HOBBIES: Scouting across the Shroud, reading, collecting valuables for her company

TROPES: More Deadly than the Male, Double Agent, Silk Hiding Steel / Femme Fatale, Mysterious Woman, Wild Card (many more)

QUOTES : “I can handle this. Just watch, but don’t you dare interfere.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 :  I’m thinkin’ like how Interview with the Vampire was. Starts with her relating her story to, probably, another Adder and it goes over her life beginning with her curse and ending where she is now. May or may not kill the poor sod afterwards.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 :  Quiet, expressive orchestra. Ambient foreign vocals. I frequently listen to Dark Souls and Witcher music for background inspiration for her.

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 : I used my Dark Souls oc and reworked her to interact with the story of FFXIV. She started out a bit “lighter and softer” than what she is now, but has grown quite a lot.

Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 : The theme of a girl who had to grow up very quickly in a bleak, hostile environment but pulls through due to support from friends and family. She has a dark side that I get to express that I don’t have in other characters. Unlike the rest, she’s hit the bottom before; writing her is a reminder of just how much worse things can be.

Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : She’s borderline antisocial and very bad at judging dangerous situations. Sh will walk into fights and will disregard whether she can win or lose, so she might come off as a liability...

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :   Not much, but we love cats very much!

Q7 :   How does your muse feel about  you?          

A7 :   She’s probably surprised someone so nice could think of these terrible, horrible things to put her through.

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        

A8 :   Those with secrets or are similar to her. She’s slow to trust and that makes regular interactions difficult because of her aloof nature, but anyone who can break through her shell tends to find a good friend. Or...perhaps a rival should she desire to test your strength.

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?        

A9 : DARK SOULS, but also anime and literature, anything thematically related to her

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?          

A10 : Several hours, since I was playing at the same time =v=;

#character prompt #kyrie silverwings #i got tagged again so kyrien is next...

[saoirse-argentum]

I decided it would be more entertaining (for myself at least) to answer these as Saoirse…So I did…Everything outside of the last set of Q and A anyway. Haurchefant also makes a guest appearance. XD

B A S I C S .

FULL NAME:   Saoirse Argentum! NICKNAME(S): Sunshine and Somebunny. I’m told I have a cheery disposition and I love puns.   AGE: 29. BIRTHDAY: 19th Sun of the 1st Astal Moon (Jan. 19th) ETHNIC GROUP: Viera, Rava. NATIONALITY: Gridanian.  LANGUAGE(S) : Common. Dalmascan. High Ivalician. And I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out Mooglespeak….Kupo. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: I like them Elezen boys…and I’m a sucker for a handsome Dragoon.   ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic and hopeless. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Eternally pining over Estinien. HOME TOWN/AREA: Old Gridania. CURRENT HOME: I still call Old Gridania home, but I spend a lot of time in Ishgard. PROFESSION: White Mage, Serpent Captain for the Order of the Twin Adder…Secretly a Gunbreaker…A bad one, but a girl can dream!

P H Y S I C A L .

HAIR: Brunette EYES: Green. FACE: Hmm. How did Haurchefant put it? You know what, I’ll just let him answer these next few. “If I had a star for every time her beauty brightened my day, I would have a galaxy.” LIPS: “Pink, supple and saccharine.” COMPLEXION: “Lightly sun-kissed.” BLEMISHES: “Not a one in sight…but her freckles…sprinkled like sugar and sweet.” SCARS: “None that I can see…Perhaps I should check.” “No.” TATTOOS: “A heart with my name on it, just above her breast.” “ALSO NO!” HEIGHT:  “Approx. 5’8”. Short for a Viera…I could just keep her in my pocket.” WEIGHT: “A gentleman would never tell.” “130lbs.” BUILD: “Like a brickhouse.” FEATURES: “Long lashes, slender legs, and her breasts—” “Okay, you’re done here.” ALLERGIES: Bananas and cats…both of which I enjoy. A true tragedy. USUAL HAIR STYLE:  Curled with angled bangs and styled to rest over my shoulder on one side. USUAL FACE LOOK: I smile a lot, I guess? USUAL CLOTHING: Thigh-high boots, skirts and dresses, and while in dungeons generally my White Mage robes.

P S Y C H O L O G Y .

FEAR(S): Loss. Letting my friends down…and the dark. ASPIRATION(S): Protect Eorzea, learn to be as good a fighter as I am a healer, and win the heart of Ishgard’s Grandest Grump! POSITIVE TRAITS: I suppose my empathy and optimism. NEGATIVE TRAITS: I can be stubborn and sometimes my shyness can be misconstrued as coldness. MBTI:  INFJ (“The Advocate”) ZODIAC: Capricorn. TEMPERAMENT: Somewhere between Melancholic and Phlegmatic. SOUL TYPE(S): An artisan.   ANIMAL(S): Vulpes Vulpes! Or the Astute Fox, a charming carnivore. VICE HABIT(S): I can be relatively reckless at times. FAITH: By the Twelve! GHOSTS?: Where?! AFTERLIFE?: Yes. There is something after all this. REINCARNATION?: I wouldn’t say it’s an impossibility all things considered. ALIENS?: I’m like 75% sure that Hildibrand is from another planet. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: I’m a proud member of the Eorzean Alliance. EDUCATION LEVEL:  I have a high desire for learning, so I study whatever I can, when I can.

F A M I L Y .

FATHER: I never met him and my mother spoke little of him. MOTHERS:  Relme Argentum. SIBLINGS: Only child. EXTENDED FAMILY: Cassie Drauman…We’re practically sisters. NAME MEANING(S): Saoirse means “freedom” and Argentum is a metal so it’s considered “shining” in some circles. HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None that I can verify. When I was kid, I heard rumors that my father was Hyur: Hilghlander who fought for Ala Mhigo during the Garlean invasion.

F A V O R I T E S .

BOOK: I love so many…but I enjoy a good romance story. DEITY: Menphina. HOLIDAY: Heavensturn. MONTH: October…there’s just a certain feeling in the air. SEASON: Fall PLACE: The Dravanian Hinterlands, near Matoya’s Cave! WEATHER: Brisk Autumn days with just a slight breeze…enough to stir the leaves.   SOUND(S): Soft rain and crackling fires. Thunder and crunch of leaves beneath your feet. SCENT(S): The smell of earth after it rains. Strawberries and roses. TASTE(S):  Whiskey kisses. <3 FEEL(S): Plush Velvets…Estinien’s hair. >_> <_< ANIMAL(S): Estinien…but really, puppies. NUMBER(S): 19 is my lucky number! COLOR(S): Pink and pastels.

E X T R A .

TALENT(S): My propensity for puns. BAD AT: Dance and tanking…which obviously go hand in hand. TURN ONS: Estinien is glaring really hard at me right now… TURN OFFS: Cruelty. Smelling like a Sahagin corpse covered in moldy stone cheese. HOBBIES: Reading, sleeping, and baking. TROPES: White Mage, Healing Hands, Girl Next Door, Manic Pixie Dream Girl, and the Klutz. QUOTE(S): “To let evil do evil, to do nothing in its presence is the same as taking their side. Being a hero means taking a stand.”  “I used to be good at wordplay…once a pun a time.”

M U N   Q U E S T I O N S .

Q1: If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1:  It doesn’t matter what I write, romance is usually central to the storyline, so it wouldn’t be any different with Saoirse. It would probably be a reverse harem style anime and all her party members would be beautiful men (standard archetypes) who want to protect Eorzea alongside her while vying for her heart. It would be called: All My Party Members are Bachelors. XD

Q2: What would their soundtrack/score sound like? A2: Probably a combination of Ayumi Hamasaki and Abingdon Boys School.

Q3: Why did you start writing this character? A3: She has a strong, bubbly voice and I spend so much time working on projects with more reserved heroines that it’s nice to break away from that without having to stress over my problematic perfectionism.

Q4: What first attracted you to this character? A4: I really like writing from the perspective of a character who doesn’t take herself too seriously…It makes writing dialogue enjoyable because I don’t have to stress about whether or not she’s actually funny so long as she finds herself amusing.

Q5: Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5: Sometimes she’s a little too passive or naïve. I think part of that is because I’m so used to playing as a healer that I forget she can be strong in other ways.

Q6: What do you have in common with your muse?           A6: We’re both hopeless romantics and we both enjoy really simple humor…so easily amused.

Q7: How does your muse feel about you? A7: I dunno, let me ask.

“Are you French?...Because Eiffel for you.”

Ha!

Q8: What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8: As a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, her most interesting interactions are with grumps or others with her sense of humor. Either way the banter is generally amusing.

Q9: What gives you inspiration to write your muse?     A9: Listening to music is one, but drawing is another one. I love drawing Saoirse with other characters and imagining scenes or interactions to bring to life visually and that generally spurs my writing.

Q10: How long did this take you to complete? A10: About two hours…because my dogs and significant other really enjoy distracting me, but it’s cool because I enjoy it too.

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FF14 #haurchefant #haurchefant greystone #Saoirse Argentum #its the survey that never ends #or does it? #it does #viera #rava viera #white mage #my muse #character profile

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Character Survey: Fejika Menajika

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B A S I C S .

FULL NAME:  Fejika Menajika NICKNAME(S): That Little Bastard. AGE: 37 BIRTHDAY: 17th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon (17th March.) ETHNIC GROUP: Lalafell, Plainsfolk NATIONALITY: Ul’dah LANGUAGE(S) : Common (Gobbiespeak), Goblin. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Caedoromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. HOME TOWN/AREA: Ul’Dah. CURRENT HOME: The Midnight Bastion, The Mists. PROFESSION: Void Hunter, Mercenary.

P H Y S I C A L .

HAIR: Ginger. EYES: Blue FACE: Round LIPS: Thin. COMPLEXION: Medium. BLEMISHES: None. SCARS: Cross shaped scar covering face, rest of body below neck is covered in burn scars that cuts off at their hands and feet. TATTOOS: None. HEIGHT:  3 fulms 3 ilms  WEIGHT: Above average. BUILD: Muscular. FEATURES: Heavily scarred, missing left eye, long pointed ears. ALLERGIES: Pollen. USUAL HAIR STYLE: Short, patches missing on right side where hair is unable to grow back properly. USUAL FACE LOOK: Fejika can be often found with a puckish grin splitting their scarred features. USUAL CLOTHING: Eyepatch, Red smoking jacket, bandages wrapped around hands to obfuscate burn scars.

P S Y C H O L O G Y .

FEAR(S): Fire, Failure. ASPIRATION(S): To protect those they care about. POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Energetic, Expressive.  NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive, Impatient, Stubborn. MBTI:  ESFP-T (“The Entertainer”) ZODIAC: Pisces. TEMPERAMENT: Guardian. SOUL TYPE(S): Warrior. ANIMAL(S): Lion. VICE HABIT(S): Drinking. FAITH: Fejika prefers to put their faith something tangible rather than gods. GHOSTS?: Yes. AFTERLIFE?: They aren’t all too sure. Fejika doesn’t give it too much thought. REINCARNATION?: They hope so, as they would love nothing more than to be given a fresh start with their fiance before the Calamity took him. ALIENS?: Sure, why not? it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing Fejika has come across. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Apolitical. EDUCATION LEVEL: Home tutored.

FATHER: Torphin Burrows. MOTHERS:  Tapara Tapa. SIBLINGS: Sorora Soro. EXTENDED FAMILY: A small band of Goblins who took them in after the Calamity. NAME MEANING(S):  None HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None

F A V O R I T E S .

BOOK: None Fejika cannot read. DEITY: None. HOLIDAY: All Saints Wake. MONTH: October. SEASON: Autumn. PLACE: Coerthas Highlands. WEATHER: Snow, blizzards. SOUND(S): Loud, bombastic music. SCENT(S): Forge, . TASTE(S): Ale, Snurbleberry. FEEL(S): Snow crunching underfoot, a mug ale in hand. ANIMAL(S): Birds NUMBER(S): 8. COLOR(S): Red.

E X T R A .

TALENT(S): Strength, Juggling. BAD AT: Keeping a level head in stressful situations, thinking before they speak. TURN ONS: None. TURN OFFS: See above. HOBBIES: Camping, Homebreweing, Blacksmithing, Weight Training. TROPES:  Drowning My Sorrows  Face of a Thug Hates Being Touched Mr Vice Guy QUOTE(S): “Fejika will not fail anyone else. Fejika will protect!”

M U N   Q U E S T I O N S .

Q1: If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1:  Hmmm... I’d call it Firebrand, as for the style of film, I’d imagine something similar to Park Chan-Wook’s Oldboy, following Fejika from their life as a Brass Blade, leading to them taking on the name of their deceased Fiance after the Calamity and taking revenge against his murderers, whilst also trying to reconnect with a world that they barely even understand.

Q2: What would their soundtrack/score sound like? A2: Something mechanical and aggressive, with a fast tempo.

Q3: Why did you start writing this character? A3: Fejika serves as the Yang to my main’s Ying. While they are of the same coin, Fejika alows me to explore things in a completely different manner to Zaoka while both strive to protect the ones they care about.

Q4: What first attracted you to this character? A4: Despite their damages, Fejika is a fairly carefree character who tries to live in the moment and enjoy themselves as much as they can that’s something I wish I could do myself.

Q5: Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5: It’s not really a major thing but given their speech patterns, I have to keep a lexicon handy for Gobbietalk, and it can get a little tedious having to swap between the game window and an excel spreadsheet I have set up.

Q6: What do you have in common with your muse?           A6: We both love Goblins.

Q7: How does your muse feel about you? A7: Can’t really answer this one, I rarely think about Muse/Mun interactions.

Q8: What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8: Characters that can prove to be foils to Fejika’s antics often make for the best interactions.

Q9: What gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9: I’m largely driven by music, so I will always find different tracks to convey a scene that suits both the character and what they are doing.

Q10: How long did this take you to complete? A10: About two hours.. The movie question stumped me a bit and I fear it’ll do the same for Zaoka’s entry

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #Lalafell #Fejika Menajika #Balmung RP #Crystal Data Centre #Character Survey Meme

[iceman-maverick]

endgame thoughts

i can’t even begin to process this so here’s a stream of consciousness

weird move for the movie to open on the Worst Avenger

tony nebula football is the answer to a question i didn’t know how to ask

tony really was hitting that Good Luck Charlie note a lot we stan a monologue king

CAROL

“i lost the kid”

steve running up to tony and kinda catching him just like avengers 2012

ANTHONY STARK FUCKING READING STEVE OUT. BRINGING THEM TO FUCKING CHURCH. HE NEEDED YOU STEVE. YOU SAID TOGETHER. WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU. 

CGI skinny tony vs CGI skinny Peeta who would win

MORGAN STARK. 3000. SHIT. BEDTIME STORIES. 

tony literally being like fuck you im a father i already lost one kid i can’t fuck this up (and yet it was fucked) 

that fucking picture you know the one

i love how much natasha cried. 

....hruce? bulk? BULK

fat thor was Alright 

hey kORG LIVED!

loki baiting 

can anyone explain why mass murderer barton gets to fucking live

like i dont fucking understand

he should have been executed 

to let NATASHA the only redeeming quality about him the only good he ever did was bring her in and to let her fucking PERISH so he can continue to be a shitty father

not on my fucking watch

FUCKING GAMORA NAT DEATH TWINS I HATE IT 

they keep trying to make me care about rocket huh

bulk was fucking weird okay 

scott lang is also fine like he’s funny and the tacos was good but other than that he’s just a narrative driver

FUCKING STONY MINI MISSION 

i need 12092304 hours of the seconds after defeating loki

husbands being like “by scott gotta go fuck in the barracks where both tony and captain america was conceived”

peggy :)

HOWARD. REDEMPTION. ARC.

tony hugging his daddy omf sadjfsdklfasjdkfsad

this is captain stevens 

AMERICA’S ASS

steve watching tony make up with howard

tony in his fucking lil coat in the 1970s

im still fucking sad about nat

and how her death is gonna be completely overshadowed

but like t O n y 

nebula needs more of a personality im sorry i just don’t care about her

val.

carol lesbian haircut. 

nat’s hair was so pretty remind me again why we let hawkeye live

scott being like hey guys it worked look at the birds and theN THE WORLD FUCKING EXPLODED I LAUGHED SO HARD BUT ALSO WAS SO SCARED

why. so. much. bread.

STEVE WASN’T WORTHY UNTIL TONY FORGAVE HIM

hot take i didnt love the hammer shit but i like that they addressed how ridiculous underpowered he was in the Big Three but he shouldnt have got lightning powers it should have just been strength 

WHEN EVERYONE CAME BACK I SCREAMED

LITERALLY STARTED CRYING THE MOMENT PETER BABY RETURNED AND DID NOT STOP

TONY HUGS PETER

THIS IS NICE

hello peter parker - carol take care of him now that his Father has Passed.

GIRL POWER!

strange being like imma just water bend take your time

shield getting broken like ultron and probably representing something chess related 

thank god there wasnt any chess metaphors

im not smart enough for chess

maybe checkers but deff not chess

tony getting the fucking gauntlet 

tony saving the fucking universe

tony killing thanos

tony protecting trillions of lives

tony sacrificing himself for us all

tony sacrificing himself so that his children can live 

tony stark fucking dying for us

tony stark i s d e a d

oi needd help

last fucking 20 minutes of this franchise is literally tony’s funeral 

cap getting that dance

i kinda thought for a second they were implying that steggy was real life couple from Up

Captain America is a black man thank you 

still dont care about fucking hawkeye

THE CAMERA SLOWLY PANNING TO EACH AND EVERY MAKESHIFT FAMILY THAT IS ABLE TO BE REUNITED THROUGH TONY’S SACRIFICE

PROOF THAT TONY STARK HAS A HEART

i hope he’s resting

i hope vision is cooking him and nat some paprikash 

the music at the end was bad but the A6 ending made me nearly vomit

in conclusion: i love tony stark 3000. 

#endgame #avengers endgame #tony stark #iron man #stony #mcu #avengers #avengers4 #spoilers #IW

[moma-jo]

Vintage from the 1960s

Ships from a small business in

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Canada

Materials: vinyl record, clear 3mil cover, no inner sleeve

Description

Paul Anka, Young Alive and in Love, 12" record Long play 33 1/3 Side 1: LPM 2502 (N2PP-1141) Side 2: LPM 2502 (N2PP-1142) I bought this in a box of oldies at a garage sale, played it a few times, I like B4 I Love You, am thinking about recording it myself with me singing and hubby playing the guitar. the URL at the bottom is the whole album on YouTube. i was impressed to hear that Paul did over 900 songs in his carreer...lol... I am just trying to record one.... Outer Sleeve, New condition: Clear 3mil vinyl Cover Jacket Condition: Poor as there is water damage and previous owner from me wrote her name on it. AS-IS, Record Condition: good condition, clean but well used. Side two has two visible scratches but still plays ok. Inner Sleeve Condition: N/A Made in Canada Record Label: RCA Victor Company Ltd., Montreal-Copyrighted Released: 1962 “New Orthophonic” High Fidelity Style: Rock & Roll, Pop Rock, Vocal Artist: Paul Anka Arranged by Ray Ellis Title Song and Special Material Written by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn Here are several facts of Paul Anka’s life you may be surprised to learn that I found on the internet. At 16, he joined the "Biggest Show of Stars" tour with the likes of Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis and Chuck Berry. He wrote a song for Holly, "It Doesn't Matter Anymore," just before the singer died in a plane crash. It was a posthumous hit. Anka gave his royalties from the song to Holly's widow. In 1962, Johnny Carson asked him to write the theme song for a new version of Tonight on NBC. 3. As rock 'n' roll became popular, his throwback style led him to the place that would define the rest of his career: Las Vegas. 4. As a headliner in Vegas in the '60s, he had a front seat for the heyday of the Rat Pack. He idolized Frank Sinatra. In 1968, he wrote the lyrics to "My Way" — written for Sinatra's impending retirement — in a single night. Of all the songs he's written, "She's a Lady," which was a No. 1 hit for Tom Jones, is his least favorite. Even the songs he wrote as ad jingles became hits. In 1975, "The Times of Your Life," written for a Kodak commercial, hit No. 7 on the Billboard charts. He cowrote Michael Jackson's final hit, "This Is It," which was released after it was discovered at the singer's home following his 2009 death. It was recorded in the early '80s, but Anka says Jackson secretly took the demo tapes from Anka's studio. He has four grown daughters and a 7-year-old son. Paul Anka said, “If you're fortunate enough to do something that you do love, if you have a passion, then you're never working a day in your life. And that's me since I'm 16. With all the Rat Pack experience, I came away from it not being a heavy smoker or drinker because I saw what it did to them. Eating properly and exercise, and mentally keeping myself in the right place with the right kind of pressure: It's worked for me. I've been protective of my body for the last 40-some years. If you do that, and stay active, you got a shot at having a real, unfettered life, and keeping the brain working. I've seen too many guys retire, even Frank, and they sit around counting their money and they just die. They throw dirt on you if you stand still, and I've been afraid of that. I just keep moving and doing what I'm doing.” Tracklist A1 Young, Alive And In Love 3:17 (Sammy Cahn-Jimmy Heusen) A2 Young And Foolish 2:24 (Arnold Horwitt-Albert Hague) A3 Younger Than Springtime 2:40 (Rodgers-Hammerstein) A4 You Make Me Feel So Young 2:49 Josef Myrow-Mack Gordon) A5 This Life Of Mine 3:52 (Paul Anka) A6 Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries 2:16 (Lew Brown- Ray Henderson) B1 I Love Life 2:21 (Cassel-Manna-Zucca) B2 Aren't You Glad You're You? 2:43 Johnny Burke-Jimmy Van Heusen) B3 Love Your Spell Is Everywhere 3:19 (Elsie Janis-Edmund Goulding) B4 I Love You 2:39 (Harry Archer-Harlan Thompson) B5 Falling In Love With Love 2:47 (Rodgers-Hart) B6 You're Just In Love 4:03 (Irving Berlin) B7 Finale: Young, Alive And In Love (Sammy Cahn-Jimmy Heusen-Paul Anka) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-1AT0EhgVw

[isempiterna]

REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES.  Repost, don’t  reblog! tag  10  ! good luck! TAGGED.  @starryeyecl  TAGGING. who of my followers haven’t been tagged yet, I tag u

GOTTA DO BOTH GIRLS CAUSE I LOVE OVERSHARING INFORMATION !!!!

the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!

#𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 ∬ memes #𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ∬ 𝓢 & 𝓛 #𝟐𝟎 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝟓 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐠 ∬ 𝓛 (headcanons) #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 ∬ 𝓢 (headcanons) #((GOD THIS TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I LOVE IT))

[saintedfury]

tagged by @thirdstreetsam

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Soledad Amaranta Guerrero ALIAS : Boss, Jefaza, Furia, Sol AGE : 38 (as of this moment in Bossville) BIRTHDAY : August 8th ETHNIC GROUP : Latinx NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish, a bit of Russian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Polygamous RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Currently in an open relationship with Eli Mitchell. Recently lost a long time lover, Troy Bradshaw, and even more recently mutually ended a relationship with Johnny CLASS : Working Class (No matter the size of her ‘bank account’ Furia is who she has always been. A Latina from Mission Beach and worked her ass off every day of her life--legitimately and not. HOME TOWN / AREA : Stilwater born and raised CURRENT HOME : Currently she only has a residence on Zin, her Bossville residence deteriorated and has not been restored. Though Eli has offered for her to come to the New Earth settlement in his dimension. PROFESSION : Racer, boost, gang leader, galactic emperor, formerly POTUS

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Jet Black, wavy and usually worn down. It’s currently regrown out to about her shoulders. EYES : Hazel, rimmed in green, with long lashes and a strong swooping brow NOSE : straight and defined, not quite buttonish, but rather unremarkable FACE : Triangular to Square, she has prominent cheekbones, a squarish jaw with a strong chin. LIPS : Average, but on the fuller side. Always painted in a blood red, which is really smudge-resistent. Though she’s not adverse to occasionally intentionally wearing a less kiss-proof version of the shade. COMPLEXION : Using this reference, her tone ranges from tawny to terra cotta, leaning toward the brown-red. BLEMISHES : She has the occasional dark freckle on her arms and back, but not many. SCARS : There are several across her knuckles. On her torso there are thin scars, both smooth and jagged, from gunshots and knife wounds. She’s got one that nearly traces her collar bone, but is really only noticeable when she has a tan--it goes silvery and almost seems to take on a ghastly glow. Most of them have faded by now. TATTOOS : A large ornate Fleur de lis on her right shoulderblade, a TS on her left hand, a chaos symbol at the top of her spine at her hairline, a fiery lion on her hip. A lovely ornate peacock has joined the mix, along with a wolf  on her lower back. There is a small four leaf clover in black and white on her right ankle and a clever spider crawling across the inside of her right wrist.  HEIGHT : 5′9″ WEIGHT : 132 lbs BUILD : Trim, defined but not toned. She has a dancer’s body. FEATURES : Long legs, ruby red lips, and a thick curtain of wavy ink black hair ALLERGIES : Bullshit USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long and loose, showing off her natural waves, which get curlier the shorter her hair is. USUAL FACE LOOK : Usually she has a welcoming look. Thankfully, she doesn’t suffer from resting bitch face, but that sultry pout gets her in trouble from time to time. USUAL CLOTHING : Furia is usually dressed quite posh. She even makes sloopy jeans and a t-shirt look dressy. She keeps her appearance up to a certain rather refined scale complete with stylish heels and boots, though of late she’s been veering back into baggy jeans, clunky work boots in purple, baggy hoodies, and bandanas (mainly for when she goes ‘writing’).

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Open water, boats, losing people she cares about, being the cause of the loss of those she cares about (either death or estrangement) ASPIRATION / S : Stealing every moment of happiness she can from the darkness of the world, as well as guiding the empire to autonomy. She’s rather hoping to steal a large chunk of time in the next four years to bask in the time Eli has left. POSITIVE TRAITS : Loyal, protective, playful NEGATIVE TRAITS : Can be incredibly self-destructive MBTI : ENFJ ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine SOUL TYPE / S : The Warrior, with a side of the Nurturer (x) ANIMALS : Lions, big cats, house cats VICE HABIT / S : Fighting (she’ll go to fight clubs, start brawls), alcohol, sex FAITH : None GHOSTS? : Yes, she’s felt haunted her entire life AFTERLIFE? : No. (Though she wants to hope that there is one, if only for the people she’s lost, and because of Eli’s threat to come back and see her after he’s gone.) REINCARNATION? : No. (She sees Talon as a special case. It’s not something available to normal people.) ALIENS? : Of course! POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Rather a mix of egalitarian and socialist ideals ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She is struggling to keep the empire in barter system, there are forces seeking to monetize the economy. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : She believes in the idea that equality is the trait that will allow the people of her empire the freedom to pursue liberty and happiness. EDUCATION LEVEL : Finished high school. Nearly completed her associate’s in accounting.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Martín Guerrero MOTHER : Angela Guerrero SIBLINGS : Memo, Maximo, Enrique & Emilio, Socorro, Gabriel EXTENDED FAMILY : Several aunts and uncles NAME MEANING / S : Soledad means solitude. After losing her parents and grandparents, she feared that her name might signify her fate. That thought still haunts her from time to time, especially lately with Troy’s death and her estrangement with Johnny. Amaranta means unfading, and Guerrero means warrior. HISTORICAL CONNECTION? : Only in Stilwater, her grandfather (Yayo) Alejandro ran a black market smuggling ring out of the Stilwater docks. He was careful and successful enough to remain unknown to officials in the city.

FAVOURITES.

BOOK : Persuasion by Jane Austen, maybe tied with Fantomina by Eliza Haywood MOVIE : Probably the Fast and the Furious movies--cars, races, chases, explosions, and fights. Hard to beat, or so she tells me. 5 SONGS :  Alpha Female by Wild Beasts, Raise Hell by Dorothy, A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, Bad Influence by P!nk DEITY : God, though the two had a falling out years ago, she chooses not to believe in him HOLIDAY : New Year’s & Mardi Gras MONTH : March, because it’s usually quite rainy SEASON : Winter PLACE : Anywhere, as long as she’s there with someone she loves WEATHER : Rainy or sunny SOUND : The powerful rumble of well-built engine SCENT / S :  Spices, smoke TASTE / S : Caramel, spices, chiles, smoked meats and veggies,  . FEEL / S : Lace, silk, denim, skin. ANIMAL / S : Lions, specifically lionesses NUMBER : 8 COLOUR : Black, white, purple, lavender.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Cooking and baking, drawing and ‘writing’, dancing, picking locks, driving, boosting cars BAD AT : Pistol accuracy, dealing with her own failures (particularly when she feels she’s failed the people closest to her), placing herself before the people she loves,  TURN ONS : Confidence, fun loving nature, adventurousness, loyalty TURN OFFS : Lack of a sense of humor, taking oneself too seriously, lying/dishonesty HOBBIES : Dancing, graffiti, drawing, cooking (though not as much now that she doesn’t have a place in Bossville). TROPES : Lovable Rogue, Tomboy & Girly Girl (Though she fits both roles in her timeline), Sugar & Ice Personality (though few have witnessed her icy side) AESTHETIC TAGS : #Araña, #Seda y Encaje, #Dulce y Picante, #Veloz GPOY QUOTES :  “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” -Oscar Wilde | “One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” -Paulo Coelho | “Never waste a moment, it may be the last with someone you love.”

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Natalie Danish & herself ALT FC / S : I don’t know her name but the woman who is in the avatar square when posts from this blog show in the dashboard. OLDER FC / S : Haven’t really given it much thought. To be honest, I’m not sure she’ll make it to fifty or much past.  YOUNGER FC / S : Again, I’ve posted a pic or two here and there, but of nameless folks. VOICE CLAIM / S : Rebecca Sanabria (the Latina VO actress from SR 2) Though Furia’s got a thicker accent than most, she never wanted or tried to lose it. Honestly, when I hear her voice in my head I hear deeper Latina voices like Sofia Vergara, Salma Hayek, and Maria Conchita Alonzo. GENDERBENT FC / S : Jason Momoa (who is also the FC for her brother Memo, they look very much alike).

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : It would be some over dramatic mix of action and romance probably. There would probably be a lot of cars and skimpy lingerie. It’d likely have some corny name like Silk & Steel, or something foolish.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : It would be a mix of things you can dance to.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : I actually created Furia for a smut one shot. She was supposed to be a one trick pony and this happened.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4: She’s just this mix of serious and playful. It’s really her imperfections and faults that I enjoy the most.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Oh, she can be quiet moody and self-destructive.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : A love of music and caramel. And we’re both good cooks.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : She thinks I really need to get out more 

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : All of them! Really! Whether it’s something playful or character building. The interactions with everyone are always fun, and even the most innocent, calm, superficial interactions and draw out some of her history and pieces of her personality. Honestly, her interactions with other muses and characters has allowed me to develop Furia much more fully over the last several years.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Music, movies, prompts, RP, talking to other muns, reading, driving. And for some reason when I fall asleep, she tends to pop into my head some nights. It kills me because I always end up sitting up 5 or 6 times to jot down some idea that came to me as I was falling asleep.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A few hours give or take.

Tagging @nightmareon3rdst, @thirdstreetshackles, @demonsaint, and anyone else who would like to participate as well. I just think most of the folks who I’d usually tag were either already tagged, tagged me, or completed it beforehand. 

#Soledad Amaranta Guerrero #Headcanon #Meta #Character Sheet

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RULES. repost, don’t reblog. tag ten. TAGGED. @theredwonder (Thank you, friend <333) TAGGING. @b-atmans, @sonofsuperman, @sicutxfur, @perfectedrobin, @ofamazonia, @bludhavensbluebird, @elextrospeed, @fastestboyalive, @canary-noir, and anyone else who wants to do it!

BASICS.

FULL  NAME.   Kal-El (birth name), Clark Joseph Kent (legal name). NICKNAME.   “Smallville”, Supes, Big Blue, boy scout. AGE.   35 (during Zero Hour, 1994). BIRTHDAY.  February 29. ETHNIC GROUP.   Kryptonian. NATIONALITY.   American (legal nationality). LANGUAGE / S.   Clark can learn any language quickly, according to his necessity. He knows English, Kryptonese, some African dialects, Spanish, French, Russian, Portuguese, Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Japonese, Arabic, several more. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   Biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   Single (verse dependent). CLASS.   Middle. HOME TOWN / AREA.   Smallville, Kansas - USA (legal), Kryptonopolis, Lurvan - Krypton (birth). CURRENT HOME.   Hamilton County, Metropolis - USA; Metropolis - USA (verse dependent). PROFESSION.   Reporter (newspaper columnist) and author of fiction novels.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR.  Black. Thick, but soft. EYES.   Alien blue (a color that can’t be described by humans). NOSE.    Not too pointy, long, a bit thick. FACE.   Square, sharp, large jaw. LIPS.   Not so thin. COMPLEXION.   Fair, thick. BLEMISHES.    None. SCARS.   Clark’s skin is too hard, and regenerates fast if damaged. He doesn’t have scars for long. TATTOOS.   None. A tattoo needle wouldn’t be able to make a scratch on his skin. HEIGHT.   6′ 3″. WEIGHT.  235 lbs / 107 kg. BUILD.   Athletic, built. FEATURES.   Highly attractive. ALLERGIES.   None. USUAL HAIR STYLE.   As Superman, he leaves a strand hanging over his forehead. As Clark, he usually parts his hair on the left. USUAL FACE LOOK.    Smiley, gentle. USUAL CLOTHING.    Simple suit, tie, social shoes. His Superman outfit.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S.   Failure, death of people he loves, destruction of Earth, crossing the line. ASPIRATION / S.  Protecting the world, helping. POSITIVE TRAITS.   Friendly, courteous, sensitive to the feelings of others, honorable, trustworthy, reliable, helpful, loyal, and respectful of “life, love, and the pursuit of happiness”. NEGATIVE TRAITS.   Take things too personally, repress his feelings, overload himself, reluctant to change, too altruistic, idealistic. MBTI.   ISFJ (the defender). ZODIAC.   Pisces. TEMPERAMENT.   Phlegmatic. SOUL TYPE / S.   Caregiver (20), Helper (20). ANIMALS.   Sable. VICE HABIT / S.   None. FAITH.   In humanity. GHOSTS?   Clark believes in ghosts. AFTERLIFE?   Yes. REINCARNATION?   He’s indifferent. ALIENS?   He IS an alien. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT.   He doesn’t have an alignment. He believes in equality, justice and truth. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE.   None. He believes in a world where everybody can have something to eat in the end of the day. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION.   - EDUCATION LEVEL.   Degree in Journalism from Metropolis University.

FAMILY.

FATHER.   Jor-El (birth father) and Jonathan Kent (adoptive father). MOTHER.  Lara Lor-Van (birth mother) and Martha Kent (adoptive mother). SIBLINGS.   Mon-El (Clark sees him as a brother), Kon-El (clone), etc. EXTENDED  FAMILY.   Jonathan Samuel Kent (son), Lois Lane-Kent (wife, verse dependent), Kara Zor-El (cousin), Christopher Kent (foster son), etc. NAME MEANING / S.   Kal-El: star child (Kal: child, El: star); Clark: scribe, secretary, cleric, scholar, clerk; Kent: border, rim. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ?   Rao (ancestor), Kem-L (ancestor).

FAVOURITES.

BOOK.   To Kill a Mockingbird. MOVIE.   To Kill a Mockingbird. SONG.  - DEITY.   - HOLIDAY.   4th July. MONTH.   June (the month his parents found him). SEASON.   Spring. PLACE.   His parents’ farm. WEATHER.   Warm, sunny. SOUND.   Birds singing in the morning. SCENT / S.   The smell of Kansas in the springtime. TASTE / S.   Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. FEEL / S.   The warmth of a hug. ANIMAL / S.   Krypto. NUMBER.   1. COLOUR.   All colors, although he loves red, blue, yellow and pink most.

EXTRA.

TALENTS.   Excellent writer, spectacular football and baseball player, Kryptonian abilities, high intelligence. BAD  AT.   Flirting, showing his feelings. TURN  ONS.   Kindness, determination, honesty. TURN  OFFS.   Arrogance, disrespect, lies. HOBBIES.   Writing, flying, reading, working, helping people. TROPES.   The Last Son of Krypton. The Man of Steel. The Man of Tomorrow. The Big Blue Boy Scout. The iconic Cape. The definitive Flying Brick. The Big Good. AESTHETIC  TAGS.   Good. Friends. Family. Papers. Novels. Work. Glasses. Suits. GPOY  QUOTES.   “ Whatever you are, be a good one.“ - Abraham Lincoln.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S.   - ALT  FC / S.   - OLDER  FC / S.   - YOUNGER  FC / S.   - VOICE  CLAIM / S.  Tim Daly and George Newbern.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1.   if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1.  All I wanted to write was a movie about how good Superman is, and how we need more people like him in the world. Something to show Superman’s essence like the old cartoons of my childhood. I’ve been trying to be a gentle person, a good one because of Superman, so I want the new generation to follow his steps, and make a better world. The style would be adventure, science fiction. I’m not good with names, so -shrugs-.

Q2.   what would their soundtrack / score sound like? A2.   Aww, from Superman TAS, by Shirley Walker (rest in peace). Also, from 70′s Superman’s soundtrack.

Q3.   why did you start writing this character? A3.   To be honest, I never thought I’d be writing Superman one day. It’s a well-known character and very popular. I needed some “light” writing (since I’ve been writing manipulative characters long enough), so I decided to give this character a chance. I also love him a lot. <3

Q4.   what first attracted you to this character? A4.   When I was a kid, I watched Superman TAS, Justice League and I loved Superman (although Batman was my favorite). I grew up with people telling me Superman was too overpowered and too predictable, so I blocked my interest in him until I decided to read comics about him. I saw that people judged his character more because he’s genuinely good, and they prefer reading stories with complicated, even bad characters, because ‘good’ is too boring (-coughs- they prefer Injustice’s Superman -coughs-). Even in real life, I see good people being stepped simply for being good. So, I became very attached to Superman, because I hope one day people will be as good as him. Of course, Superman has negative traits, and that makes him a great char. He’s not flawless as some people say, on the contrary.

Q5.   describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5.   I don’t think there’s something I dislike about Superman? He has qualities and negative traits, but I like him because of those. That makes him unique.

Q6.   what do you have in common with your muse? A6.   I try to help people, to do the right thing.

Q7.   how does your muse feel about you? A7.   I like to think that Superman’s proud of me for trying to be a better person each day.

Q8.   what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8.  All his inner circle of friends and family like Pa and Ma Kent, Jon Kent, Chris Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Bruce Wayne, Diana of Themyscira, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Arthur Curry, Lana Lang, J’onn J’onzz, Steel, etc and, of course, his enemies like Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Metallo, Cyborg Superman, Eradicator, General Zod, Crime Syndicate, Justice Lords, etc.

Q9.   what gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9.   Reading comic books about him, watching his cartoons, sending memes.

Q10.   how long did this take you to complete? A10.   My whole morning. Sorry for not replying my threads yet ahhhhhh!

#headcanons

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 REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.  RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  ! good  luck  !  TAGGED.  @flareforged​  TAGGING. @tea-and-hexes​ @stayuptildawn​ and whoever else wants to do this!

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :  Nefeloma Marianela Leocadia NICKNAME :  Neff/Neffie AGE :  24 BIRTHDAY :  January 10th ETHNIC  GROUP :  First Nations; Cherokee, Latinx NATIONALITY :  American LANGUAGE / S : English, Spanish, Tsalagi SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Pansexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : Panromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  Verse dependent, Canonically single HOME  TOWN / AREA :  Born and raised in Newark, New Jersey CURRENT  HOME : Apartment complex in a nice little space pocket PROFESSION :  Artist/Waitress

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : Medium/Deep in color EYES:  Purple, on the lighter side. Almond in shape FACE :  Rounded LIPS :  Slightly plump and almost always with purple lipstick on COMPLEXION :  Acne usually depends on her hormones but for the most part she takes good care of her skin. BLEMISHES :   She’s got a few cause she had a habit of picking at the scars but they’re faded thanks to her taking better care of herself. SCARS :  On her wrists, but faded. TATTOOS :  OH BOY OKAY she has a tattoo of the Capricorn constellation on the back of her neck, A moon and star on her back right shoulder blade, a decorative arm cuff on her upper left arm [ it’s got a square maze pattern, then diamonds, and then stars at the end of beads I guess you can say? I’ll upload pics of them ] , pentagram in a circle with wings on both her wrists, many small designs on her fingers including a cross on a beaded chain on the lower and 3 dots on her upper right ring finger, a zigzag band on her lower right index finger, lower left pinkie has a band with connected U’s that have dots decorating the middle, top left ring finger is a crescent moon, top left middle is another zigzag band and 3 dots) Pics: Here, Here, and Here (Warning this one is a lil n/sfw so open with caution) HEIGHT :  5′7 WEIGHT :  170lbs BUILD :  Curvy and has a little chub around her waist, but has muscles when she flexes. Hidden muscles to be honest, but not super defined. They’re just noticeable enough. FEATURES :  Beauty mark under left eye,  ALLERGIES : Soy beans (soy sauce is okay though) USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  Long hair down to her butt in a hime cut. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  She’s got resting bitch face man there’s literally no other way to put it. USUAL  CLOTHING :  This is actually verse dependent along with pre/post dependent. During her adventure she’ll be in this but post-adventure she’ll be in this.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :  Being alone, being replaced, not being good enough, betrayal, being lied to, basically anything that has to do with a negative relationship with someone. ASPIRATION / S :  To get married and have a family while being successful in the work business. It seems simple but it seems so hard to obtain for her. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Selfless, caring, compassionate, empathetic, determined, if you need her she WILL be there. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  MAN does she have a temper. She can also be very passive-aggressive, bossy, a bit of a bitch at times, easily pushes people away when she has her episodes. MBTI : The Mediator/INFP-T ZODIAC : Capricorn TEMPEREMENT :  Melancholic SOUL  TYPE / S :  Spiritualist/Creator ANIMALS :  Penguin VICE  HABIT / S : Lip biting, making exagerated faces, playing with her hands/hand movements FAITH :  Agnostic/Pagan. Somewhere around there. She’s more the inner soul type of spiritualist than she is the religious type. GHOSTS ? :  Yes AFTERLIFE ? :  Yes REINCARNATION ? : Yes ALIENS ? :  Yes (She’s dating one in one verse) POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  She prefers not to get involved in politics EDUCATION  LEVEL :  Graduated college with a Bachelors in Fine Arts

FAMILY.

FATHER :   Felipe, the man who meant the world to her. He was born in Puerto Rico and moved to America when he was still very young. A very fun loving but hard working man. He’d protect her from her mother’s outburts. MOTHER :   Nadia, a mother who proved not to be much of one at all. Caused Neff a lot of stress and grief to the point of self harm and a suicide attempt after the death of Felipe. Very aggressive and has a complex. SIBLINGS :  None. She’s an only child. Was supposed to have a brother but he never made it past the pregnancy. EXTENDED  FAMILY :  She has a lot of cousins an her grandparents NAME  MEANING / S :  Nefeloma is greek for “Nebula”. Marianela and Leocadia are both spanish names meaning “Beloved Star” and “Bright” respectively. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   N/A

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  I haven’t the slightest idea to be honest. Probably the House of Night series despite how cliche and slightly embarrassing it is simply because it’s about a First Nations vampire that ties in touches of paganism and that is very much her life. MOVIE :  GOSH I don’t think she has one.  5  6 SONGS :  Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine, Which Witch by Florence + The Machine, Trip The Darkness by Lacuna Coil, House of Shame by Lacuna Coil, On A Good Day by Above & Beyond, Peace of Mind by Above & Beyond DEITY :  She believes that all exist honestly but her faith doesn’t really belong to any in particular. HOLIDAY :  She likes Halloween and also Yule  MONTH :  April (showers bring May flowers and she very much loves the rain) SEASON : Spring oh my gosh she loves Spring so much. PLACE : Besides the comfort of home? Space. Any place she can see the stars. WEATHER :  Rain rain rain give her rain whether it be a small shower or a thunderstorm. Otehr than that a nice crisp day, sunny but with a breeze. And those cool crisp nights where you can see the stars. SOUND :  Rain, Thunder, Wind chimes SCENT / S :  Lavender and Vanilla, Peach and Cherry Blossom TASTE / S :  Sweet, Sour, and Spicy foods. Anything loaded with flavor. FEEL / S :  Soft sheets, water trhough her fingers, a gentle caress, strong hugs, that serenity of a quiet night ANIMAL / S :  She loves them all NUMBER :  24 COLORS :  Purple, Blue, Black

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Painting and Singing BAD  AT :  Emotional Stability tbqh but it’s not like she can have that TURN  ONS :  Biting (especially on the neck and bottom lip), dominance fights, talk dirty to me *saxophone plays*, suits TURN  OFFS :  Ignorance (when chosen over learning), People treated as objects/trophies, persistence when unwanted HOBBIES : Painting and Drawing TROPES :  Misery Builds Character, The Empath, Enemy Within, I Am Who? QUOTES :   “I can’t tell you to remember me, but I can’t bear for you to forget me.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :   Man I’ve always low-key dreamed about Neff having her own anime or vidja gaem but I feel like it would be called something similar to my url like Cosmic Dreamer and it would be a story about self discovery and self love. Like despite the huge thing she’s involved in that makes her very important what matters most is how she sees herself and the decisions she makes for herself you know? Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 :   Man okay it’s pretty much the music player on the blog. Alternative rock, acoustic, really kind of mysterious vocals. Good stuff. Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :   Neff is my baby and she stands for a lot that I think people can appreciate. She’s got a personality disorder, she’s LGBTQA+, she’s POC, she’s within all the minorities as a ‘main character’ and unapologetically so.  Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :   Okay so I have an assload of OCs and originally my main fave was a character named Caprice aka Capi. She’s my oldest and longest ‘living’ OC I guess you can say. But when I made Neff she became even more of a breakthrough. Obviously there’s some bias with her being based on me and my experiences and all (even though I kinda hate myself so that’s a bit ironic), but the fact that she’s someone who does what I can’t is a healthy outlet for me for expression. Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :   What I like most is also what I hate most and that is our similarities. Being hyper aware of your bad traits can drive you up a wall. Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :   Neff is pretty much my life story with added tweaks to make it extra dramatic because I’m a piece of shit : D Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :   I MEAN I’D HOPE SHE LIKES ME I’M KINDA HER MOM Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :   I mean I think every interaction is an interesting one.   Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   A lot fo the ‘what ifs’ I ask myself with my own experiences and just things in general. Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :   Too damn long.

#the one who sees all (mun post) #finding myself (info) #holy crap this took 10ever #but this was fun #and i'm very happy with the quiz results #they're exactly what i imagine her to be so i'm glad i'm doing things right