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jotatetsuken · 11 months
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Shyna’s Summer Commissions
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When I was planning this, it was supposed to be spring commissions, looks like procrastination has kept me busy af xD /hj /lh
Slots: 1/10 (OPEN, will roll out again once I am done writing, and this will go until 31st August, 2023)
Anyway, so, as much as I don’t want to admit it, here’s what’s happening: I have an educational loan to pay; two in fact, and while my father and I have been paying them diligently, he’s just turned 64... and I want him to not work anymore, and enjoy his retirement, y’know? The problem: my IT job does not pay enough per month and we’re currently on talks on reworking the appraisal (as I received minimal increment this year). So, this is something I want to do to help alleviate financially.
I know I can’t work on a lot with a ton of WIPs that I have, so I will have 10 openings for now so that I don’t overwork myself, and I will keep doing so throughout this summer, which means this will get over by 31st August, 2023. I also have a goal on Ko-Fi incase you want to donate to that as well. In case you can’t pay, but still want to spread the word by reblogging, you are more than welcome to do so <3
Now for the rules:
Only available for those who are 18 and above. (which means if you are a minor, please DNI with this post, please)
Payments will have to be made through Ko-Fi and Paypal only. For those based in India, we can discuss other alternatives (Paytm, PhonePe, etc, else the usual.)
If you’d like a Canon x OC fic, I will need every info about the OC, the background, traits, backstory, abilities, etc. If it’s a reader insert, I will need the same, so that it will help me write better. Picrew/art references are also appreciated. I can also write selfship fics too.
For reader inserts, I will only write female readers, afab readers, and gn!readers (only for sfw commissions).
I am available to talk via Tumblr DM or Discord (the latter, if you are a mutual)
Only two revisions allowed.
The teen characters (Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Asta, Yuno, Noelle, all the Blue Lock and KNB characters, Josuke, Okuyasu, etc) will be aged up or post timeskip (like Haikyuu).
Details under the cut (Minors DNI with the post):
Pricings: Because I am just starting out, I checked a couple of my mutuals who are commissioning too, and pricing will be based on word count: $1 for 100 words, and I will start out at a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 2500 words (will increase my limit when I feel more comfortable writing longer fics).
$5 - 500 words, $10 - 1000 words, $15 - 1500 words, $20 - 2000 words, $25 - 2500 words.
Fandoms: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (current fixation haha), Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, Blue Lock (only the anime, haven’t read the manga yet), Kuroko no Basket
What can I write?: canon x oc, selfship, canon x f!reader/afab!reader/gn!reader (gn! only for sfw commissions), AUs (please specify the AU because I may not be familiar with everything), nsfw, dubcon, polyamory
What can I not write?: Stroheim (JJBA), Pucci in NSFW scenarios, certain kinks, characters other than the ones that I mentioned I will write
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raeraisesroads · 1 year
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Rae the Witch here! ♡
About Me!
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- 23 years old | Taurus Sun | Taurus Moon | Leo Rising | Lives in CST Midwest USA | BIG Softie! ^w^
- I consider myself a Baby/Beginner Witch who is drawn to the Moon, Spirit work, everything to do with Grounding & Cleansing & Protection & Intentions, the Elements, Candle Work & Essential Oils n their properties.
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mrswhozeewhatsis · 1 year
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Guilty Pleasures
A/N: During an impromptu chat session in the @spnfanficpond's discord server, we decided to play a sprint game with a prompt! @princessmisery666 provided the prompt, and we all wrote a little something for it. When everyone else mentioned they were writing Dean, my contrary brain decided to write Sam.
Prompt: Guilty pleasures - so there is a song called No One Else In The Room by Jessie Reyez, I've started writing something for it for another fandom but it got me wondering. When no one else is in the room what songs/movies/tv shows do they boys watch/listen to that they'd never admit to anyone else. How do they react when they get caught?
Summary: Sam's not usually guilty about the things he likes, but there are still a couple of things...
Pairing: None.
Warnings: No beta reader on this, and it was literally written in 30 minutes with only a couple of cosmetic changes made after that. It's rough.
Word count: 314 words
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Sam hasn’t spent much of his life worried about being embarrassed about what music he likes to listen to or what shows he likes to watch. He spent so many of his younger years defiantly liking things that his dad or his brother specifically wouldn’t like, simply because they didn’t them, that being anything other than defiantly secure in his interests was simply against the grain. Not that he told them why he really went after what Dean called “butt rock” or what Dad had called “rom-com crap”. No, Sam always had a good reason prepared for why whatever he was enjoying was worthwhile.
“It’s educational, Dean. Serial killers are like monsters, so learning how they hunt can only help us figure out what we hunt.”
“Studies have shown that listening to classical music while studying can increase the amount of information your brain can absorb, Dad. If I want to pass, I need all the help I can get!”
More recently, it had been, “Girls take Art History, Dean.” Oh, and also, “Lucifer is possessing Vince Vincente, so this is research!”
This, however, was beyond even his own ability to justify.
That was why he was holed up in his room in the bunker, door closed and locked (even though Dean and Cas were helping Claire with a hunt two states over), headphones on his head, and the volume still kept almost too low for him to even hear. As he watched Applejack and Rainbow Dash prance across his laptop screen, he brought the bacon double cheeseburger to his mouth and took a huge bite. He savored the cheesy, bacony goodness while glancing gleefully at the raisin custard pie (the only pie Dean had ever pushed away from himself in disgust) he would eventually devour for dessert.
Sam didn’t let himself indulge in things often, but when he did, he went all in.
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I posted 1,756 times in 2022
That's 788 more posts than 2021!
144 posts created (8%)
1,612 posts reblogged (92%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@wayward-blonde
@buckysteveloki-me
@chase-your-dreams-away
@lilacevans
@nerdzzone
I tagged 1,729 of my posts in 2022
Only 2% of my posts had no tags
#chris evans - 883 posts
#evansedit - 421 posts
#cevansedit - 339 posts
#chrisevansedit - 201 posts
#cevans - 187 posts
#lilo asked - 164 posts
#ari levinson - 152 posts
#steve rogers - 119 posts
#lloyd hansen - 116 posts
#andy barber - 114 posts
Longest Tag: 65 characters
#why has no one talked about the grey chin looking like a ballsack
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Fore!Play
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Another run-in with Ransom on the green Word count: 2,481
Warnings: 18+ only, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), blowjob, public sex?
A/N: 18+ only. Minors DNI!!! Shoutout to @ghotifishreads for the fic title after a commented reblog on the previous part. Golfing will never be the same again. This is not beta-read, all mistakes are my own. If I missed any of the warnings, feel free to let me know. 
I do not consent to have my works copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platform have been posted without my permission or consent. 
BY CLICKING ON KEEP READING YOU AGREE TO BE 18+ OR OVER!!
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Another groan as the seven iron skyrocketed another lump of grass. Much to your annoyance, it hadn’t been the first time today, it had been the millionth time. Remembering the words of your mother, once you get the hang of it, it will be exciting.
That day still had to come, the only thing that had been exciting that had happened so far was being fingered on the green. Though as fun as it was it had felt like a mirage. Having him disappear without another trace. 
Months had passed and you hadn’t seen him after that morning. It might have been that you had changed up your time slot. Avoiding all and any awkward encounters that might happen because of it.
Your friend Claire had chatted about him when you had pointed him out on one occasion. According to her Ransom Drysdale was a man who only took what he claimed was his. She had slept with him, but he wasn’t one to settle down and ask your hand in marriage material. He’d be the forever single bachelor, living his best frat boy lifestyle. 
Your experience had felt different, but it wasn't one you wanted to repeat. Having avoided your regular hours and changed the time of day had been a nice welcome. The quiet hours when the sun was slowly setting instead of rising. 
Here you stood like any other day standing on the green, frustrated with your ability to hit a ball straight. Trying to get in some practice for the Easter club cup. With a heavy sigh, you took the position, rocking your hips to see if the position was right and comfortable. Short movements of your wrist moving the iron in hand to see if it lined up for the aimed hit. 
With the right feel, you lifted the club, drew it back, and focused on the ball. With force the club fell, you could feel that this would be the money shot of the day. Your inner Phil Mickelson brought out the cheer inside. The clubhead collided with the ball sending it off into the air. Immediately setting course in the hit slice. 
“FORE!” You yelled out loudly as you watched the neon-colored ball head in the direction of another player. 
You had expected the man in question to dive down and shelter his head from potential impact. Instead, he looked up and reached out his hand to catch the ball. The distance had been quite far, but the infamous grin wasn’t one you had easily forgotten. 
For a split second, your heart stopped at the slicked hair and clean-shaven face. Not having encountered Ransom in such a long time. The wide grin was just as smug as he held up the ball in his hand.
Quickly giving him a polite wave as you scurried across the field. Cursing under your breath reminding yourself of why you should've taken a golf cart. Your legs simply wouldn’t be quick enough to run away from the man.
You managed to get on to the next hole without having him following you. Having carried on your game, forgetting the brief encounter with Ransom as you butchered your way across the course. 
Having reached the putting green, calculated your next move. Crouched down behind the ball with your putter in hand you took a note of how to hole the ball. 
“Hello tee, missed seeing you around.” You jumped at the scare of his voice. Your back straightened at the tensity of his greeting, refusing to look back at the man. “You’re going to pretend we’re strangers when I was kind enough to help you out last time you butchered the course.”
“Fuck off Ransom.”
“That’s not very polite to greet someone who’s being nice and returning your expensive golf ball, now is it?”
It made you look over your shoulder, watching him smirk as if he knew that would give him a reaction. Holding up your neon-colored ball he wiggled it between his fingers. 
You reached forward to grab it, but he held it up above his head. 
“Keep it.” You huffed, turning back and taking a few steps towards your aligned ball. 
“Draw the claws back kitten, because I’m not here to please your pussy. I’m genuinely just here to give you your ball back. The ball almost smashed my head. Remember?” 
“So dramatic. Would’ve been such a shame to see that face ruined.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. 
“Anyway, Linda told me your mother has paired us up for the Easter cup. Being an experienced golfer and all.” You could hear the smug tone of his voice, already feeling superior to your clumsy game. 
“I’m only looking for one bunny this Easter, Ransom, and it comes with batteries.” You huffed as you took another swing at the ball on the floor. The frustration must’ve done something as the golf ball spun through the air and over the small river bend. 
“Is that an invitation?”
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#4
Cookies & Cream
Summary: After running out of cookies, you bought Ransom some new ones.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader
Words: 1296
Warnings: 18+ only, explicit content, explicit language, female receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk. - if I forgot any, feel free to let me know.
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Got inspired by a tiktok video of a woman filling up the sweetes/candy drawer. Not my best work, but at least I enjoyed writing it. This is not beta read and only lightly proofread - all mistakes are my own.
Do not repost, translate or copy my work without my explicit permission. Reblogs, likes, comments or silent reading are all welcomed, but most of all enjoy!
By clicking ‘keep reading’, you agree to be 18 years or older!!!!
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The shopping bag felt heavy in your hand while you walked through the front door. Getting rid of your drenched coat and shoes. Making your way through the modern mansion you were greeted by a comforting silence. Ransom hopefully had found the focus to work on his book.
You navigated your way through the darkness of the late autumnal afternoon hours. Finding a light source hitting the button. Placing the shopping bags on the counter. Your jeans uncomfortably sticking to your legs from getting damp from the pouring rain. Getting rid of the denim and kicking it aside on the heated kitchen tiles.
A confident thought rose that Ransom might not have noticed that you had ran out of cookies. The best source of inspiration, as he would say. You rolled your eyes thinking about it. You could think of one or two ways that had inspired him in the past, all involving your body.
Stuffing away all the shopping, you had decided to refill the draw of cookies and sweets. Filling up a container with your favourite sour pumpkins. Eating a few before you filled up the entire container, closing the lid and putting it back into place. Grabbing the next empty one and repeating the process.
The last four containers were reserved for Ransom’s precious cookies. Two for his beloved regular kind, the other two with the crème filled versions. One biscoff flavoured, the other vanilla. You smiled as you put them back in place.
You prepared the coffee piston, pushing down the coffee tamper on the freshly ground coffee. Placing the piston in place, you pressed the start button. Adding a piece of white biscoff flavoured chocolate, watching it melt as the coffee started pouring. As you waited you took a bite of the chocolate. It wasn’t as amazing as Ransom claimed it to be, but at least it reminded you of him.
When the cup was filled with the finest coffee, ruined by the chocolate inside, you grabbed a new pack of cookies and headed for the floating stairs. With each step the huffed groans of frustration became clearer. The aggressive tap of fingers hitting the keyboard almost made you giggle.
As soon as you peaked through the partially cracked open door, your heart ached. Ransom looked distraught and beyond frustrated. His hair all messed up, looking like he plucked it and ran his hand through the strands on numerous occasions.
“Are you going to keep staring?” He scoffed, aware of you standing outside his office.
“Can I interest you in a coffee and cookie break?” You asked, watching his eyes light up and lifting his head to meet your presence.
You walked towards him, placing the mug beside him. A silent question directed at him as your eyes glanced between him and the desk. He pushed off the edge, creating minimal space for you to slide in between.
The side of the mahogany wood pressing against your ass while you opened the pack of cookies. You took one out and Ransom moved forward, your knee raised pressing against his pants. His length was hard and throbbing against your knee.
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404 notes - Posted October 16, 2022
#3
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Ari's showing up to your practice to beg you to come with him. And he'll do anything to convince you.
"Come for me, baby," Ari whispers, sucking hard on your clit. You arch off the table, gripping the crinkly paper on it, "I think you need to give me one more. Be a good girl and say yes."
MINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THIS.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hint at edging, hint at squirting, praise - if I missed any let me know.
Not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Around 450 words.
By clicking keep reading, you agree to be 18 years or older!!
“Yes, please.” Pleas fell from your lips, wanting the agony of the edging torture to be over.
“Good girl.” He praised, scissoring his fingers inside your walls. His lips barely having left your clit, the whisper adding to the sensational built of the coil in your stomach.
Ari’s surprise visits always were of an inconvenience and you probably had agreed to something stupid once again. Past visits had included joining a cooking class, skydiving, tantric couple massages, paintball with his friends (with you running around as the target) and pottery classes.
Your back arched of the table and your head dropped back. Both of your hands nestled on top of his head. Your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair with each delightful suck and lick.
His tongue teasing your pussy while his fingers actively pumped and curled inside you. The tip of his nose nudged your clit with a steady rhythm. If Ari Levinson knew one thing in life, it was how to pleasure a woman and make her see stars in every known universe.
The tremble of your legs starting as he kept building up your orgasm. A layered complexity, but one he had precisely measured and was in full control off. Your body reacted to him like it was his own. A blessing and a curse.
“So good.” You panted, “so close.”
A spur on to keep Ari going and letting him know you were almost there. With a flick of his wrist, he rubbed your clit while curling his large fingers inside you. Hovering over your squirming body, pushing down on your lower belly with his free hand.
He loved watching you break for him, around his cock or around his fingers. There was no preference to him as long as you gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, yes, yes. It will always be yes.” You screamed out, cumming all over his hand. Soaking the crinkled paper as he worked hard to extract every last drop from you. Working you through your high as your muscles relaxed again from the intensity.
“You better be home at 17:00 future Mrs. Levinson. Or I’ll be forced to have you agree to another wish of mine.” Ari smiled down at you, kissing your lips and sliding fingers out of your cunt.
“Wait. What?” You hoisted yourself onto your elbows.
“I’ll see you later, future Mrs. Levinson. So we can continue practicing the cervical exam for our honeymoon.” He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, quickly glancing into the mirror before giving you a wink and walking out.
“Did I just agree to getting married?” Dumbfounded you let yourself fall back on to the table, just laying there for a second staring at the ceiling. When you slowly started to smile.
487 notes - Posted October 23, 2022
#2
Talk To Me
Pairing: Mob!Curtis Everett x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Your neighbours' activities get you in trouble.
Word count: 17,029
Warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, rape, torture methods: waterboarding & song playing on repeat, trauma, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, some light jaw grabbing, alcohol consumption, rough sex, edging, Sir kink, dom/sub dynamic, light BDSM elements, claiming, possessive nature, spanking, explosion, dirty/teasing talk, mention /witnessing drug dealing, witnessing a murder, gun use, gun violence, chased by a murderer.
A/N: MINORS DNI!!! Do not interact with this story if you’re uncomfortable with any of the given warnings. Massive shout out to @wakingbeauty, this fic would’ve never seen the light of day if it hadn’t been for your continuous support and persistence. Thank you @dreamlessinparis​ for beta’ing this monster for me. Both deserve an applause for helping along the process of meltdowns and panic attacks rewriting this. I truly appreciate the amount of work you’ve put into this. Any and all mistakes are my own. Sorry if you’ve read parts of this story before, I took this down for personal reasons months ago.
The beautiful divider is as always by the lovely @firefly-graphics​
I do not consent to have my works copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platforms have been posted without my permission or consent. 
BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU AGREE TO BE 18+ OR OVER!!!
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You’d been warned about your neighbour, Curtis Everett. You’d never imagined him becoming a friend the day you moved in next door. Friends, that is how it all started for you. You became companions over time, almost inseparable. Starting with regular movie nights, after you had mentioned never having seen Goodfellas. 
 He’d always vocalised his interest, his pure and honest emotions were something you could appreciate. They always felt so raw and he always seemed so sure of them. 
Here you were about to knock on his door for yet another movie night. One of your favourites and over time it became a weekly tradition. You were surprised to find the door unlocked and you stepped inside.
 “Curtis?” You called out, closing the door behind you.
 “Kitchen.” He yelled back. “Fuck. Shit!” You giggled, hearing metal fall to the floor followed by a string of swear words. You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh when you turned the corner, walking into his open layout kitchen. You unlocked your phone and took a picture of the complete mess you found Curtis in.
 “Call the newspaper, because Mr Everett finally figured out how to use his stove instead of ordering in.”
 “Oh shut it, Duchess.” He huffed, making you smile at the nickname he’d given you since the day you moved in. 
 “Need a hand?”
 “Nope. I need you to sit your pretty little ass down.”
 “Pretty little ass huh? Have you been checking it out?”
 “It’s no secret I have.” You noticed the uneasy shift in his body posture. “Please, pour yourself a glass of wine.”
 “I can certainly do that.” You spoke, reaching for the rack holding the wine glasses. Pulling two out and pouring you both a glass of red. “Are you sure you don’t need a hand?”
 “Positive. Please, sit down and let me struggle on my own, thank you.” 
 Laughing at his frustrated remark you took the filled glasses into the living room. Settling yourself on the large couch that always felt like a nice soft marshmallow mattress to doze off on.
 “So what are we watching tonight?” You asked.
 “Thought I might let you beat me at monopoly again.”
 “SERIOUSLY?” You chirped, shooting up from your position. Looking back at him.
 “Yes, seriously.” 
 “Hurry up, I’m excited to see you sulk and pout for the rest of the night.”
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My #1 post of 2022
One Night Lasts Forever
One Night Lasts Forever
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What was supposed to be a routine job ended up in your biggest nightmare.
Words: 2125
Warnings: dark content, 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, fingering, anal by finger, dub-con, non-con, BDSM elements, restraints, spanking, mention and use of alcohol, mention of forging documents, unprotective sex, choking, ragdoll army, overstimulation, crying from pleasure. To be sure: degrading, sociopath, humiliation and kidnapping. If I missed any, please feel free to let me know
A/N: @wakingbeauty​ here is your requested idea, hopefully, you like the end result. This is not beta’d, all mistake are my own. Happy birthday to our new villain! Enjoy reading, all comments, reblogs and likes are welcome - prefer to ghost read, no problem, have fun. LaurentGroup is taken from the book, there are mild character/language spoilers.
Divider by the ever so lovely and beautiful @firefly-graphics​
I do not consent to have my works copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platforms have been posted without my permission or consent.
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With your head buzzing from the alcohol you wandered the streets of the German city of Hamburg. Suzanne had taken you out to dinner after you had curated and assessed the possessed paintings of LaurentGroup. Forging the documents and making sure everything was in order for shipment elsewhere. 
You had learned quickly not to ask questions but would not complain about the perks and the pay. Little had you known you’d end up locked and chained in a dark room. Writhing on a mattress, as the metal shackles around your ankles would rattle. 
You greeted the doorman of the hotel and gave the receptionist a wave as you made your way toward the bar. A nightcap wouldn’t hurt anyone, but your own head in the morning. 
“The usual Miss Sunshine?” The bartender asked and placed a few sweet olives and assorted nuts on the bar. 
Nodding your confirmation as you took a seat on the barstool. Taking a few nuts between your fingers, smiling at the given nickname and it probably all was due to your yellow accented dress. The hotel was part of LaurentGroup and Suzette always ensured you were taken care of for every visit.
Looking over your shoulder you observed the thinned-out crowd. Two men still conversing in a pair of seats. You made eye contact with one of them, returning your gaze with a lopsided smirk. There was something entrancing about his presence. Darkness beckoned surrounded by charisma. His moustache and hair were groomed to perfection not a single hair out of place. 
It hadn’t been long until the man had introduced himself. Lloyd Hansen introduced himself as a freelance legal entrepreneur for LaurentGroup. A common ground since both of you indirectly worked for the company. Accepting another drink since the conversation seemed to flow nicely with no worries on your mind. 
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facetedspades · 2 years
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muse survey: battle edition. : bold what consistently applies, italicize situational, not always.
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fight honorably  /  fight dirty  /  prefer close-quarters /  prefer range /  chat during  /  go silent /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance  / attack in bursts /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /  aim to disarm  /  fight defensively  /  strike first  /  provoked easily  /  provoke their opponent  / tease  / get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  /  focus on their battle  /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  / try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  /  fight without regard to wounds  /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another /  prefer a blade  /  prefer a pistol  /  prefer a rifle  /    prefer to use their ability  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  / prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer using their fists  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional /  transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed /  use everything they have  / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina  /  doubt their strength /  proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style  / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset  /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork  / messy fighter  /  elegant fighter  /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat  /  beg for mercy /  compliment their opponent  /  insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently  /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages  ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. )  /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back  /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  / fear pain  / fear killing  /  has PTSD  /  avoid fighting  /  has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing  / would succumb slowly.
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Name/Nickname: Raven on the internet. Been considering Claire for a while as a legal name because my birth name is stupidly masculine and I hate it.
Gender: Trans fem
Star sign: Aries
Height: 5′8″ or 173 cm
Birthday: 22nd of March
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Favorite bands: Probably The Clash. My dad introduced me to their music as a kid and I’ve enjoyed their stuff ever since. Armadillos became a favorite animal of mine because of their Rock the Casbah music video.,
Favorite solo artists: Probably Lady Gaga.
Song stuck in my head: “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” by Blue Öyster Cult
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Last show: Probably a random cooking show that my partner was watching.
When did I create this blog: May of 2020. That feels like a decade ago.
What do I post: Mainly SWTOR but also general Star Wars stuff and stuff that makes me nostalgic for the old EU.
Last thing I googled: Online meu for an Indian restaurant
Other blogs: My main is @theravenassassin95. It has turned into a Dragon Age / Video game blog. Also @raven-201 is my personal blog.
Do I get asks: When I reblog those ask games, yes. Recently I haven’t reblogged many of those because my brain has been exhausted.
Why I chose my url: Ah, well first my apologies to any Dutch followers out there as I didn’t know Kwaad was a Dutch word. Thank you @thedinalixlegacy for pointing that out to me. 
So I’m an unapologetic fan of the Yuuzhan Vong from the old Star Wars EU. Domain Kwaad was one of the Yuuzhan Vong “Houses” or “Families.” One of my favorite characters, Tahiri Veila, was captured and shaped (brainwashed) by a member of Domain Kwaad to try and turn her into a Yuuzhan Vong. Tahiri’s Yuuzhan Vong name was Riina of Domain Kwaad. I just swapped out Riina for Raven and got my blog name.
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Instruments: I used to play the piano because I was a good half Korean kid that did as their mother said. I wish I had continued to play but because I was being forced to do it and had to take technical music tests every year (those damn tests stressed me out so much I had multiple emotional break downs right in front of the test officials) I started to hate it and gave up on piano as soon as I could.
Also used to play the clarinet in school because you had to start with the clarinet before getting to the saxophone which is what I wanted to play. But I got really bored with band and so never advanced beyond the clarinet.
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Dream job: I never had one. I probably did as a kid but figuring out I was trans and trying to get my mental health under control meant that dream jobs and stuff like that were never something I thought about.
Dream trip: I would really enjoy doing a world tour to see all the Egyptian Obelisks that have spread around the world. Egyptian history is really cool and some of my fondest memories are of listening to historical audio lectures with my dad while driving together. I also remember visiting the Vatican with a friend of mine and seeing one of the Obelisks there. I think my words were “Oh that’s so cool. Let’s go see everything else they stole.”
Favorite food: Depends on my mood. Right now? I’d say Kimchi-jjigae.
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Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:
1. Star wars. Despite the never ending conflicts, I would love to live in a galaxy where space travel is so readily available.
2. Mass Effect. Yeah Reapers suck but having the ability to explore our galaxy and find new mass relays and species would be so damn cool.
3. Star Trek. Universal health care (I know other countries have it now but not the US)? No capitalism? Space travel? Relatively stable political climate? Yes please.
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Choking On Sapphires 93
Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)
Title & Song: Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Summary: Alfie is never far from paranoia. But he and Genevieve both find that it's granted when it seems like the whole of London could be out to get them.
Warnings/Tags: Crime. Canon typical everything. 
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There were only a handful of men in the abandoned warehouse in London this night. A location well suited, as gloomy and shady as their business practices. The cover of smog and fog from the nearby canal both serving as cover for their 'off the book' transactions. Despite their dastardly reputations, if these few men had somehow all been taken out at one time, the city would’ve plunged into bloody chaos that would lead to more trouble than already fell upon their territories.
They were a motley crew to be sure, all with twitching hands and shifty eyes. Not an ounce of trust to be found between any of them. They’d been called to this neutral ground on the guise there was a threat looming over them all. But since when wasn't there one? This desperate claim had been made by Niko, the newest head of the Greek gang who was less than a year into leading after assassinating his father. He was being met with much criticism. The decision to bring together the gangs and criminal leaders of London tonight would be met with the same disdain.
The men stood in their big coats with deep pockets, their seconds in the shadows of the dimly lit and dusty warehouse. Niko stood self-assured in his shirt with the rolled-up sleeves to show his heavy and dark forearms, hair black and slicked away from a strong masculine face. He was feeling accomplished for the ability to get all these infamous people together, and if he’s been smarter he would have actually done something with the occasion. You had the drug runners, the triads, who expected the threat to be from another country. The Sicilians who were known for their brothels thought perhaps new law enforcement might’ve been a threat to their money-making. The English boys and their known violence with the protection rackets they ran, this being their home and all, were worried about the Americans coming in and trying to disrupt the well-established lines in the sand for territories. There were bookmakers and gambling den owners, none who wanted their flows disrupted. Sabini, perhaps the most intelligent of them all had been over the race tracks for some time now, only sharing the space by negotiation or force with the Peaky boys or the Jews. And he couldn’t help but notice neither of which were at this gathering.
Sabini, looking at his pocket watch with a hard face knows Alfie wouldn’t be one to be late, and seeing as he knew the rumors of he and Nikos falling out, his suspicions were growing by the ticks of the watch hands. His faith this would be worth his while was dwindling just as quickly.
“I suppose you are the ones who are going to show...shame not everyone could hear this.” Niko begins, standing from his perched spot on a large wooden crate. “I know you have heard of a joining of powers to be happening soon. And I believe we should all take this as a threat.”
“What are the bloody Americans doin' now?” Billy Hill, one of the English roughens groans.
“No Americans.” Niko corrects and most of the men in the room go through relief and then a feeling of ‘then what?’. “One of London’s own and the French.” He begins.
Sabini groans audibly.
“I’m serious!” Niko insists with eyes that say he’s telling the truth. “I’m sure you’ve all heard that the Jew Alfie Solomons and that French whore Genevieve Durand are getting married.”
“Fucks sake.” Is the grumble of choice that works its way around the crowd.
“We can’t have her alliances and the Jews pairing! It’ll throw off the balance we’ve worked so hard to achieve!”
“And how is Solomons marrying going to affect anyone but him?” The annoyed lead of the Asian gangs calls out.
“This Durand is no ordinary woman.” Niko compulsorily insists.
“Yeah, we know you’re sweet on her.” Sabini mutters.
“This is about her French connections. Parliament, the gypsies, and the Irish! All of them will be with Solomons and not against him now because of her.”
“Look. She’s the godmother of a Shelby baby. That hardly calls for panic. She’s the niece of a French Jew, who has NO footing here. Those are not alliances. You’re acting like a bloody woman, so dramatic.” Sabini purses his lips.
“We all know what Horne did to her.” Billy interjects. “If you think she’s a threat after a wallop like that you’re mad. Alfies the one ya gotta watch for, and you know those Jews, they get all sentimental about their wives. This could work in our favor if he’s gone soft for the bird.”
“I do not think underselling Solomons is a good move. You saw what he did to Horne.” The Asian lead reminds them.
“That shows how unstable he is!” Niko yells.
“Well he didn’t kill his own father now did he?” One of the bookmakers snarks.
“Everyone agreed to that!” Niko shouts, his anger showing at not getting his way.
“Yeah and I think everyone’s agreeing that we don’t give a fuck about the hard prick you’ve got for Solomons woman and how you want us to the dirty work to take him out of the picture.” Billy’s known brash remarks surprise no one.
“That’s not what this is about. She’ll be trouble! I'm telling you. She’s a sly one. Don’t underestimate her. She could be a loose cannon and telling Solomons what to do, and with the men she’s got behind her she could try to take over the city!”
Everyone but Niko laughs. “Her? Telling ALFIE what to do?” Sabini laughs and wipes away an imaginary tear to sell his point. “You daft boy, listen… she’s a woman yeah? She’s gonna get married and shit out a few little kykes and fall into place. Same as the rest. It’s what they DO.”
“She’s not like other women.” Niko growls.
“We know you’re sore about losin' her to a old man like Solomons, yeah?”
“Maybe she prefers the cut cocks.” Someone remarks and a chuckle passes through the group.
“More like the money.” Another adds and a general nod of agreement moves in a wave across the room.
“LISTEN!” Niko shouts in anger. “I think this marriage is a bad idea. She’s been knocked senseless, attacking people in public, and we know Solomons can be unpredictable. Look what he did to Horne!?”
“A man’s love and loyalty to a woman is fueled by an ancient fire. He was within his right to do that.”
“As poetic as that is,” Sabini rolls his eyes “I’ve known Alfie longer than any of you. And if I say there’s no reason to react then there’s not.” He states clearly with the wheels in his head turning his unspoken thoughts.
“He burned down half the city for that woman. He threw a tantrum like a child and bypassed so many of our unspoken rules in the name revenge.” Niko screeches.
“Like you now, yeah?” Sabini snarks. “You have no business with either of them now. Because YOU threw a fit? Remember?” Niko puffs up in shame. “Why do you care? Why are you wasting our time?” Sabini gestures with his hands and gives Niko a disgusted expression for bringing them there “If ya gonna call us all up, Why not talk about the upcoming elections? Or how they're clearing out the slums and breaking up all our established territories?” The reaction from the group is a unanimous groan of agreement. “Those are real fuckin’ things to worry about. If you’re so concerned about women in power why not go after the fucking labour party too?” Sabine’s experience overrides Niko and his barely thought out objections.
The group laughs and makes Niko feel small and childish. A feeling he hated as the youngest son and one he hadn’t felt since his father died. It did him and no one else any favors to light that pain within him again. For it was the one that lead him to kill the last man who caused it. But now that he had the attention of the entire family. ho knows how he would lash out next time he reached his breaking point?
For as crass and disrespectful as Sabini was, he wasn’t the dumbest criminal in London by a long shot. He’d thought about what Niko said after patronizing him in front of everyone. Even though he didn’t agree, he did have a few points of sense that he hadn’t meant to make. Alfie would be having to change up his repertoire. He had Shelby in Parliament and an uncle in law that was the head of a crime family. Albeit was in France, but clout was clout and bodies were bodies when fighting broke out. Sabini didn’t think Gen would be a problem, as he had heard of her seriousness with her newly found Judaism and expected her to be a good little wife and let her husband rule the roost. But Sabini only knew of the slurs and stereotypes for the Jewish people, not so much their beliefs. Because if he had, he’d know what sort of power, Gen, as the wife would hold in their household. Instead, he saw an opportunity to mend things with Alfie. A peace offering for the joyous occasion so it wouldn’t seem suspicious. As he had said, he knew Alfie. He knew what he was capable of and what a pain in the arse he could be. He’d like to make things easier, not harder so he knows it’s time to make a truce, to show him he wasn’t a threat. Sabini knew it was time to reach out to an old school mate. Because he most certainly didn’t want Alfie Solomons on his bad side.
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Genevieve’s giggle could be heard from the other side of her bedroom door. The raised hand to knock hesitates.
“Do I have to do it?” The young boy winces, fearing interrupting Solomons during his time with his fiancé.
“Oh fucking-c’mon!” Claire gruffs and shoves him out of the way. “Gen? Alfie? Pardon the interruption but we have some little birds with news out here.
The groan of Alfie can be heard, rolling to his back and throwing his arm dramatically. “WOT THEY WANT?” He shouts as Gen pops out of bed to throw his pants at him and slide on a gown before slinking back into bed. “WHO is it?” He asks quickly after.
“One of yours and one of Genevieve’s.”
“Both?” She hears the women in question ask.
“Come in.” Alfie commands, now sitting up with the covers pulled up under his arms.
“Go on.” Claire shoves the two young boys into the room who feel immediately as if they were trespassing. She stands in the doorway so they cannot leave and watches them creep forward.
“Ya gonna speak or what?” Alfie asks with a jut of his chin.
“Yes sir.” The taller of the two mumbles as he steps forward.
“Come to the foot of the bed and speak up.” Genevieve directs with much more kindness in her tone, directing them with a pointed finger.
“Yes ma’am.” The boy keeps his eyes lowered, his hat being wrung in his hands, a clear ring of sweat around his collar. “Who first?”
“You dear, you’ve been employed the longest,” She explains to Alfie's nervous spy. “Seniority.” She nods.
“Yes ma’am. There was news of a meeting last night.”
After a pause, Alfie makes a rolling motion with his hand. “Anything else to go wif that to make it useful?”
“Downtown they saw some men meeting in one of the old warehouses.”
“Some men?” Genevieve tries to get more out of the boy.
“Gangsters, ma’am.”
“Mmmph. And who?”
“Only person I was told the Greeks.”
“Fuckin ell.” Alfie sighs. “That all ya got?”
“Yes sir.”
“I have more.” The smaller of the two adds sheepishly.
“Then out wif it.” Alfie demands loudly.
“The Greek was there first, then some of the English Hill lads and the bookmaker Comer. Triads, Sabini, and the other Italians.”
“Now that’s the kinda report I need yeah?” Alfie says in a fatherly tone to his informer.
“Is that all?” Genevieve pries a final time.
“No one was inside to hear what was said but no shots or shoutin' and it was over very quickly. No one we knew was there.”
Alfie hums with narrowed eyes in thought. “What of the fascists?”
“No political men, only the kind what run the streets like you, sir.”
“Good lad.” He nods in approval.
“Claire pay them their due.” Genevieve points her way. “Leave with her boys, thank you.”
“Give the missus boy more,” Alfie calls out and the young one's eyes blink with surprise. “We reward detail. Leave nothing to interpretation when ya can lads.”
“Yes sir.” In unison comes from the shabby pair.
After the door is shut behind them the minds of the two business owners are piecing together what they had.
“Of course I wasn’t invited to this but I’m assuming you weren’t as well?”
“No,” Alfie says with a slow shake of his head. “No Jews at all actually.”
“But no fascists. Curious.”
“Not about us then.”
“Not as a whole, no. But Niko…”
“Yeah that... fuckers up to somefin.”
“I’ll keep an ear out, poke around at my retailers today.”
“Good, good. I know I can lean heavily on paranoia…”
“It’s kept you alive this long.” Genevieve smirks. “Listen to your gut, always.”
“But no one you run wif was there. None of ours. Leads one to believe this might be personal, yeah?”
“I do agree. We know the man isn’t happy about us. Now we're being left out and those with known loyalty to us are as well. I don’t believe that to be paranoia so much as putting together a bigger picture. Perhaps you could ask-“
“Sabini, yeah.” He finishes her thought.
“Mmm Hmm. He’s been behaving as of late. Due for another check-in I’d say.”
“And I’d say you’re right.”
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Sabini happened to have reached out to Solomons for a meeting before Alfie had the chance to initiate. Alfie knew this meant one of two things, that Sabini needed him, or he needed Sabini. Or perhaps a third option of both? Alfie was prepared for all outcomes as he prided himself in.
For anyone else the smugness on Derby’s face, set to its usual twitch of him acting as if he’d smelled shit, would’ve been an indicator of which option was on the table for discussion. But this observation was useless against someone like Sabini. He didn’t give himself away until you dug in close and arrogance was his base nature.
He waltzed in like some greyscale silent film star with shiny shoes and a coat draped over his shoulders. His appearance next to Alfie gives nothing away that they were both raised in the same streets as the learned posh facade Sabini had long practiced to appear authentic. Alfie even has the passing thought of observing Sabini’s practiced measures of sitting down to be a tad too feminine at this point but that was neither here nor there, he supposes.
Alfie’s nose twitches both from his business mate’s luxury cologne and his impatience for the small talk. He was only interested in faux comradery if he could benefit from it. Sabini was lamenting on the state of the cabinet, the changes, and the way the kids no longer remembered the war and it was leading in directions he didn’t particularly care for. Perhaps it was an attempt to be personable, but Alfie had no time for such things when it came to someone who he’d known since before his balls dropped.
Alfie perks up his demeanor, hands flat and wide on his old wooden desk, dust unsettling as he hit heavily against the top. “Now DERBY… “He clears his throat, lips pooching out ever so slightly to appear in thought, but it was clearly making a mockery of the behavior of Sabini. “We could, y’know, sit and listen to you talk out ya arse ‘bout shit no one gives a FUCK about.” he blinks rapidly and nods his head with his low brow directed at his associate. “Or we could just skip it, the gossipin’ like the birds ‘n that, and get down to business. Like men.” his tongue punctuates against his teeth to show through his deepened voice that he meant what he said. In case Derby had forgotten.
“Now for what it’s worth, your precision is something I always did like about you Alfie.”
“Compliments ain’t like you now, Derby, old friend. Should I pull me cock out for those sweet words or do you want to get to your fucking point?”
With a slight wince of his lips, Sabini takes a deep breath to crispen his delivery. “I am here as a show of good faith, right? I have some information that you need and I want to discuss how this might affect us in the future.”
“Us?” Alfie laughs and sits back in his chair with a smug grin. “Presumptuous, innit?”
“Yes. Us, Alfie.” Sabini states with the annoyance already showing through in his voice.
“Go on then.” a demanding hand motions forth from the leather chair.
“The Greeks are trying to upset the truces.”
“Ahhh.” Alfie groans. “Always the fuckin’ Greeks, yeah? If not then it’s the Italians.” he jokes.
Sabini chose to ignore the jab. “I have the information you want. But I need something from you in return.”
“How do you know I need it? How do you know, yeah? That I don’t already know?” Alfie's lip curled up almost in an almost childish taunt.
“Because you aren’t reaching out to anyone. You’d be doing damage control if you knew. Gettin’ all the little ducks in a row to keep everyone in line.”
“You are being rather bold, y’know, there mate... Don’t much care for it to be honest. Arrogance, innit? Which means, you tellin' me how you think I fuckin’ run things, which you can fuck RIGHT OFF with, mate, respectively, I mean that Derby old mate… THAT indiscretion leads me to believe, yeah? That you do genuinely think that the information you have is valuable.” he taps the desk in front of him to demand the information with not only his words. “So what is it that you think is so important that you’d come down here to mingle among us… dirty dust bin lids, I believe is what you call us.
“I need something from you in return.”
Alfie throws his hands up half way, “Let me ask you this Derby, in all seriousness now lad, Are you thick? Are you lame? NO! No, listen ‘cause that statement was something an imbecile would say to a man like me.”
Sabini sighs and rolls his eyes, “Me ‘n you go way back Alfie. We’ve been enemies, and we’ve been friends. And isn’t it much better when we’re friends?”
“Oh yeah, mate.”
“I need us to be on the same side here. We grew up together. Immigrant lads and the like. We know war, we know the streets, we have an advantage here as a pair and I want to propose we work together instead of apart for the foreseeable future.”
“Mmm.” is Alfie’s only response. Best you stay silent and let the other man do the talking.
“Can you agree to that? We can do it formally, with your contracts and that. I know how your lot loves to have documentation of everything.”
“Can ya fuckin’ blame us? What with whats’ goin’ on out there?”
“That’s why we need to work together.”
“How’s about you tell me what this information is and I will tell you if it’s worth me workin’ with a man like you? You Italians aren’t known for your inclusivity ya daft fascists.”
“Alfie.” Sabini groans. “You know I'm not that stupid and I know you aren’t either. Let’s move past this yeah? I’m English, I don’t live in bloody Italy, my parents don’t live there, I work with what’s in front of me don’t I? Not with my head in some other fuckin’ country. Give me a bit of credit here, I'm not some amateur.”
“A truce?” Alfie quickly switches the conversation direction in a show of understanding.
“Yes.” An exasperated Sabini spits out.
“What terms?” Alfie asks with a rather dainty placement of his gold spectacles and a lick of his pen.
“We share the tracks. I can give you more races to share if you agree to not come for me or my men. We won’t cross on each other territories of businesses. No fighting over pubs and theatres. We’d have each other's backs, like the good old days.”
“Good old days.” Alfie snorts as keeps writing. “I get one race a month of my own. Share the rest.”
“Fine.”
“NO crossing territories, no murderin’, no fightin’.” Alfie repeats, with a mumble as it’s the least of his worries.
“Agreed.”
“And the giving of men for circumstances of attack and revenge on other groups if the situation arises.”
“Acceptable.”
“Then sign here,” Alfie says with a satisfied expression. “You must be in a right spot, mate. Givin’ up this.”
“It’s an investment.”
“Mmm.” Alfie hums and shakes the paper to dry the ink. “Now. This information…”
“There was a meeting-”
“Remember when I said I knew things…?”
“Let me bloody talk now. We get it you KNOW things, Alfie.” he interjects with an annoyed wave of his hand. “What you might not know is that Niko tried to gather the lot of us from all of London and turn us on you.”
“Mmm.” another sound of acknowledgment that meant nothing.
“He doesn’t trust you or your bride to be. Congratulations by the way.”
“Thank you.” he nods gracefully.
“We all know he’s after her, yeah? But he wants us to believe she’ll turn you against everyone and try to take us all down one by one. Which after your reaction to Horne, almost all of us aren’t sure what the fuck to think about you.”
“Couldn’t possibly have been intentional.”
“I wanted a truce because I don’t want you coming at me how you did Horne. A new war between us will do nothing but lead to problems I don't fucking have time for anymore. Not with how the worlds changing and us getting older.”
“Yeah, I feel it in my legs mostly...” Alfie groans.
“Niko is going to come for you. I believe you need to set up a meeting of your own and address him and, well bloody almost everyone else. It might help, might not. But at least then when faced with you and not behind your back you might see what sort of man Niko has turned into after taking over.”
“Never was much of one to begin with.” Alfie rolls his eyes.
“No, which makes him behave like a child and thus not act according to the truces that are set in place.”
“Yeah yeah.” Alfie nods. “There needs to be somethin’ said. Can’t have the little wanker goin’ round runnin’ his fuckin’ mouth bout me. OR my wife. “
“All this over a fucking woman.” Sabini groans.
Alfie points a ringed and aggressive finger his way. “You can’t be talking about her either, yeah? That’ll break this little agreement faster than I could put a bullet in your fuckin’ skull, right?”
“I'm not. Nothing personal just… he’s acting like a little boy. I know marriage is important to you Jews.”
“Always the tasteful one, Derby.”
“You know what I fuckin’ mean.”
“Unfortunately I do speak prick.”
“Alfie, I’m not after you or your wife. In any capacity. How I talk is just how I talk, yeah? I don't mean nothin’ by it, it’s just how I am. How we grew up. And I know you. We know each other right? And I would rather work with the devil I know than the devil I don’t. And that’d be you. Especially after what you did to Horne.”
“Mmph.” Alfie nods. “Spose that checks out.”
“I was impressed, I’ll admit. We haven’t seen a retaliation wipe out a whole enterprise like that in decades.”
“And I’d dig him up, skull fuck him and set him on fire if I could. Salt the fuckin’ earth wherever his feet touched.” Alfie's eyes are familiar darkness to Sabini. He’d expected as much from him after seeing the ash fall from the city skyline line it was snow from the destruction Alfie orchestrated. “I don’t blame you for not wantin’ me on your bad side. I know they say we’re both crazy now.”
“But see...I know neither of you are.”
“And that’s why we’ve not killed you yet, mate. Every now and then, you use your brain. ”
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welcome-to-chao-hub · 3 years
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Interview your muse!
Repost, don’t reblog.
((Due to reasons that’ll be listed in the Tagged/Tagging portion at the end, I will be doing 3 muses. ...don’t judge me. Just gonna get a read more going to be on the safe side))
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?:
Smithy: My name’s Smithy Diana: I’m Diana Bonnet: And I’m Bonnet
WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?:
Smithy: .....Smithy. Diana: .....I mean I did legally change my name from Elise to Diana, but this is my real name now. Bonnet: It’s still Bonnet......also, really? We live in a world where someone’s real name is Dr. Eggman, and no one bats an eye
DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?:
Smithy: -shrugs- I never really asked Diana: -joins in the shrugs- I just thought it sounded nice Bonnet: I think there was just a theme of everyone being named after a plant in my family. I just happened to be blue, kinda like a bonnet!
ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: 
Smithy: Single Diana: ....which universe? I guess single if we’re going by the main verse logic, but I’m dating Shard and Radar in another timeline Bonnet: Ah, well, I am married in one timeline but single for the most part
HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?:
Smithy: Would...high intellect count? Diana: I can kinda do Chaos Control type teleporting, but it’s like...extremely limited and for like short bursts. Basically I can maybe teleport a few feet away or sometimes Bonnet: Nothing outstanding I think. Well, maybe hand-to-hand combat I guess?
WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?:
Smithy: Brown Diana: Green Bonnet: Gray
HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?:
Smithy: Brown. ...white if we’re counting my tiny beard Diana: Purple? It’s more fur than anything being a hedgehog and all Bonnet: I’m a light blue rabbit
HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?:
Smithy: Yep! I consider my team my family and I do have an older brother and my parents that...I need to get in contact with Diana: I was adopted by a...Shadow Android. I do have a brother who was also adopted. Bonnet: I have a younger brother
OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?:
Smithy: ....I doubt the wisps count Diana: Nope Bonnet: None whatsoever
THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME SOMETHING THAT YOU’RE BAD AT:
Smithy: Hmm...I’m....bad at fixing the TV. I’m a freaking inventor but the moment the cable’s out, I’m all thumbs Diana: Dancing. Bonnet: Sailing. Like, I’ve tried it a few times but I am not great at it.
DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?: 
Smithy: I enjoy crafting and inventing things! Diana: I like playing the piano and collecting rocks Bonnet: Gardening, crocheting-
EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?:
Smithy: ....yeah. In my line of work someone’s bound to get hurt. Diana: ....I guess I did hurt my...adoptive dad when I ran away a few months ago, but...it’s hard to explain. Bonnet: Probably...hopefully it was unintentionally of course
EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?:
Smithy: ...I did my best to make sure that it was either me or Mimic who made that kill back when the team was more active. The other three were instructed to only target the robots. Diana: no Bonnet: Pretty sure I did in one of the timelines
NAME YOUR WORST HABITS:
Smithy: Pretty sure I have a bad sleeping habit Diana: Keeping contact with people? Bonnet: I am....like I guess a mix of both on their answers. I travel a lot and sometimes I don’t keep in contact as often as I should. And....sometimes the weird jobs I take kinda...gets me into a bad habit of staying up late
DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?:
Smithy: I....can think of a few, yeah. Diana: Heh, probably, but I doubt they’d see me the same way. Bonnet: Honestly, the stories of the Freedom Fighters does inspire me
DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?:
Smithy and Diana: Go Team College Drop Out! Bonnet: .........I do not remember where I left off in terms of school
WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?:
Smithy: Losing my family Diana: being forgotten Bonnet: Dying
WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?:
Smithy: I’ve been wearing a maroon cloak as of late. After the Android Shadow incident, I have to try and stay low Diana: If this weather was warmer, I’d be enjoying a tanktop and some pants, but I do have this turtleneck sweater going. Can’t go wrong with that! Bonnet: .....god that sounds comfy. I...had to look at my bio because I tend to wear like....this jumpsuit since I was technically the rookie in a timeline, but I wear overalls or sundresses.
DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?:
Smithy: Not at the moment. Kinda been busy with...other stuff. Diana: .....I don’t know. I care for certain people, even people I’m dating in another timeline, but I don’t know if....’love’ is the right word at this point? .....yeesh, how broken am I? Bonnet: I am happily married in one timeline!
HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?:
Smithy: ......Eeeh, well, not sure if they’re...my age? My team is kinda....between 14-16 and I’m literally their adoptive dad if I had to be honest. Nil’s probably the only friend I still keep in contact that’s my age if I’m being honest. Diana: .......a few I guess. Just..y’know, bad at keeping in touch. Bonnet: ...........oh wow we are really bad at keeping contact with everyone, aren’t we? Like I’m sure we have a few, but....there has to be some, right?? Smithy: In my defense, we just got out of that Phantom War/Zombot scenario in our timeline so who knows who’s still around at this point!
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?:
Smithy: Hmm...definitely been a hot minute since I had some.... Diana: Not really a fan...maybe cake? Bonnet: ....maybe a cherry pie...
FAVOURITE DRINK?:
Smithy: Claire makes the best tea Diana: Chao Cola Bonnet: Ah...apple juice? I mean, I do enjoy tea, but I am just craving for apple juice now
WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?:
Smithy: My workbench. Just....hey I enjoy making stuff. If I think it helps me or others, I’ll do it. Diana: The roof’s and balcony’s been a nice place to go to at night Bonnet: I think I enjoy checking out this butterfly garden I went to once when I was super young. It was just really peaceful, y’know? I try to see if any towns I go to have one so I can stay there for an hour or so, then head back to whatever I was doing
ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?:
Smithy: Ah...not looking at the moment but I’m sure there’s someone Diana: Main timeline, not...really Bonnet: Again, happily married in one timeline.
WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?:
Smithy: Probably the lake. I already had a base in the ocean once. It was a nightmare to deal with trying to get all the saltwater out of this fur Diana: Neither because pretty sure that Station Square incident with Perfect Chaos traumatized me enough Bonnet: Ah...Lake honestly.
CAMPING OR INDOORS?:
Smithy: Indoors. I mean, I like the outdoors, but I also like tinkering a bit more Diana: Camping. Pretty much lived on my own during my teens after said Perfect Chaos incident Bonnet: Camping as well.
Tagged by: @timeless-stories-muses , @tieillusion AND @chateaudecoolette
Tagging: Uh....anyone interested. I mean, I got tagged three different times (hence the...three different muses)
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stormydragonkai · 4 years
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First Thoughts on Troll Hunters! (Day 1)
(Posting this on day 2 cuz I was sleepy.)
Goodness gracious! I’m only 19 episodes in and there is so much I freaking love about this show!
Jim and Toby still being bros and Claire understanding that that’s how it should be.
My brain starting ideas for an oc (cuz I gotta have one of those).
Jim and Claire having already had conflict in their developing relationship.
Barbra just being a great mom and trying her best to deal with this situation that she doesn’t even know about.
Human Blinky trying to drive a car!
My brain piecing together thoughts for a cosplay.
Jim’s confidence about being the troll hunter/his abilities wavering from day to day because if that isn’t a whole ass mood idk what is.
Jim still getting hurt through his armor because plate armor does not grant one invincibility, thank you!
Toby and Claire beginning to develop their own battle styles because I wanna see them fight with badass weapons too!
Blinky doing his best to take on a bit of a paternal role for Jim.
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Things I am not enjoying, however, is the fact that Jim’s armor does not come with a helmet?!??! The previous troll hunters had helmets, but the soft, squishy one doesn’t??? *wraps arms around Jim* He needs to be protected!! >,..,<
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Also, just tagging all the people that reblogged and commented on my original post as my response cuz I ain’t got time to reply to all of you. (Gotta keep watching!) But yall’s are being so welcoming (in a very fandomy sort of way), thank you!
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archived-antolcgias · 4 years
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muse survey | battle edition
repost, do not reblog! bold what consistently applies. italicize situational, not always.
REYNOLD ARGENT
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DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honorably  / fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters /  prefer range /  chat during  /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /   aim to disarm / fight defensively  /  strike first / provoke easily  /  provoke their opponent /  tease / get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  /  focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  / fight calmly and/or apathetically  /  fight with anger /  fight with excitement   / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds  / run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another /  prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a polearm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /   prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental /  their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed  / use everything they have / hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  / use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians /  strike down civilians  / damage surroundings  /  avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go  /  mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter  / accept defeat  /  refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  / compliment their opponent  /  insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls )  /  move efficiently  /  barely move /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  /  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. )  /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready /  fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing /  has PTSD  /  avoids fighting  /  has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed /  refuses to kill  /  want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly.
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incarnateirony · 5 years
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Tell me again anti arguments aren’t seated in deeply entrenched homophobia.
So I just found a post.
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Like the flaming type of douchebag it takes to make this kind of post, not only do they make it in a critical tag that will turn it up -- without a protective cut or warning -- in a main tag but they explicitly choose to stir the shit by planting it in the main ship tag.
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But wait, there’s more!
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This person is legitimately out here spontaneously arguing with canon about it because, oh no, Claire might be gay. But how could she possibly be gay? In her few adult episodes she didn’t spontaneously start humping girls. We like, saw her fighting stuff. Obviously that means she must be straight. Why would she happen to get a crush on THIS girl? It makes no sense!! Don’t lesbians have to like, want to scissor any woman that crosses their path? The math doesn’t add up, Carl!
But it gets better. They’ve been compulsively reblogging DreamHunter posts to shit in them, but have some key highlights on their logic.
Check out the anti arguments here.
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DreamHunter can’t possibly be canon because if DreamHunter is canon that would make Destiel canon and we just can’t stand for that!!
Ironically they have a “Destiel” tag in their bio but the funniest shit is this leading in with, you know, cramming LGBT down people’s throats, with a whole three boldly confirmed characters in the show. Or, perhaps, either 1 (Charlie) or 5 (+Cas and Dean) by their polar logic. 
Funny how that works.
*looks back to Bobo’s book review circa 2003*
“But it never occurs to Goldstein that there is a deeper social problem at work if heterosexual liberals are craving outlets for sublimated homophobia …”
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“Again, we have a righteous injunction to all heterosexuals to ’fess up to their homophobia and to get to work and fix it, divorced from any realistic awareness of how much time heterosexuals will ever be willing to devote to such a project;” -- Bobo Berens, Dissent Magazine, 2003.
Given, of course, Bobo modernly clarified that he by no means was intending to give a pass for that sort of behavior or narrative when he wrote it -- simply the awareness that there are those people, so immersed in it, that they are unable to be aware of much less atone for their bitterly phobic narratives. 
As above.
So yeah, folks. I echo back to my The Problem With Dreamhunter post, but ironically, find that we did, finally, find one oddball out that’s explicitly arguing with Jody’s First Love comment. They were just great gal pals, guys. No big. Don’t shove the gay down everyone’s throats, duh!
Above receipts minded, it’s totally unsurprising that, with my linked post considered and pointing out the authorial parallels of one ship to the other, that they decided to throw Destiel under the bus to argue too, while unwittingly elevating it. 
Huh.
Yeah, fam. Those stupid gay authors in the writing room gaying up our show and shoving it down everybody’s throats but it’s not canon cuz I said so. But I’m not a homophobe! I have a gay friend. I call him Sparkles.
Fucking gag me with a spoon.
Do you guys see the true issue here yet?
These people don’t even see how they’re being problematic.
Let’s argue devil’s advocate. “If DreamHunter is canon so is Destiel,” okay, that’s 5 main-ish queer characters. Will they accept Crowley as canon queer or is that “not canon” to them either? 6? (reaches, wiggles fingertips out of reach) NYYEEHHH!  So... close!
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How many recognizeable (not one-off, side screen, lol oh look a bartender roles) have existed in this show? 50? You know, counting recurrings like Benny and Bela and whoever. (If we stretch it to include things like “Vince’s Band Mates” which is technically recurring, there’s about 176.) (this smaller, less updated wiki misses some early characters beyond Amara, doesn’t even have the S11-14 characters, and still says 91, but also doesn’t flood out like “Bart’s Assistant”)
Do people realize that the modern CW target demo of 18-34 varies from lower end identifying 52% queer and older end identifying 34% queer?
That means one in every 2 or 3 people in the target, modern, not primeval generation ping somewhere on the Kinsey scale. Having 1-in-15 (and that’s being generous -- do we get to include Crowley?) isn’t exactly shoving anything down anybody’s throats. It’s admitting we exist a little bit.
And again, spare me like “But there were those gay bartenders cupid shot” or “there was the hunter husband episode” that never got touched on again. Again, one off characters and/or the equivalent of greyface NPCs - if we have thousands of those, if you’re pulling on maybe like, 10, you should already realize you’re spraining something from the reach.
Chill. Nobody’s shoving anything down your throat. Queer people do exist. We exist a lot more than Straighties want to believe. But your heterosexuality isn’t being attacked just because maybe 1-in-15ish people might ping queer as actual faces on a show.
(*1-in-15ish comes from the 91 number. It becomes 1-in-23ish if we use the 176)
In other news, this is a clearly straight-identifying person (they pulled “I have gay friends” and not “But I’m gay too”), but let us never forget the above cited quotes from Berens are discussing what Goldstien politically addressed as “the attack queers,” a conservative-leaning demographic often coded to internally phobic narratives which -- while allowing them greater ability to communicate to the phobic edge of the straight audience and open that venue -- he realized he almost sounded like he was defending. 
He is aware, for example, of how to deal with this conservative audience, and how to use their method to gain “disproportionate presence in the media” above more liberal methods he personally agrees with the narrative of but to the resistant audience comes across as a “litany of scolding and sermonizing,” but at the same time doesn’t condone the actual narratives --
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In fact the very ability to be aware of this lets us know that Berens, above many others, is wholly aware of internalized homophobia on top of politically sublimated homophobia from the hetero community and what measures make progress for them to “accept” things gradually, even if they’re not at all concessions we want to make, which he addressed as a “valuable service,” even if, again, he by no means agrees with the actual crude bullshit that comes out of their mouth. 
Both things can be true. People who think they’re being supportive can actually be problematic, but severely problematic people may actually be able to reached by middle ground problematic people in a gradually diminishing scale of problematic, rather than feeling preached at. 
And then there’s those, like our OP, who even if they get the gentlest, most easily accepted (WLW is more culturally saturated than MLM and thus welcome [we can breakout-discuss fetishization vs representation another time]), most “inoffensive” to the delicate (because if they HAD kissed, they’d be yelling that the gays were ruining things again by kissing [and of course, without the fetishization, however will the people who want to whap to it feel it was complete?]), simply have no intention of releasing their homophobia, falling back to his quote.
“Again, we have a righteous injunction to all heterosexuals to ’fess up to their homophobia and to get to work and fix it, divorced from any realistic awareness of how much time heterosexuals will ever be willing to devote to such a project;”
What we have is, beyond the reach of even attempted moderate media initiation via Sullivan and Paglia standard, the OP these screenshots are from, representing this quote. Right here.
Also: We can’t even remotely pretend like it’s just the oppressive straighties. You, me, all of us -- Berens included -- know sometimes this even spawns from within the LGBT community -- such as addressed by Goldstein involving Paglia and Sullivan.
Same shit different verse every time, though.
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But hey, OP? If you ever read this, (and I definitely left you chance to with my reblog of one of your posts with a link to this) which I kind of doubt you’ll ever get this far even if you find it -- because somewhere between being called out on your blatant phobia and me putting my gay all over your feed -- 
Before you ever try to tell anyone what is or isn’t canon, most explicitly an author that already told us before the fated line that it’s what he wanted us to see (ironically by using his and Dabb as his co author’s previously penned moments for the other LGBT ship you tried to throw under the bus as direct mirrors), you might want to do a quick tap in and make sure that author didn’t psychically write an article 15 years prior pointing out how your opinion makes you a raging douchebag that has proven to be intentionally non negotiable.
Ja?
Ja.
Because you don’t realize it but you guys are literally all the same from literally something being diagnosed as problematic no matter how people try to reach out to you fifteen years ago. And that guy is in our author room. Penning both the Destiel elements you tried to bus, DreamHunter, and confirming his intentions.
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aglaecan · 5 years
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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME repost. do not reblog.
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FULL NAME: (Lady) Johanna Mary Anne Constantine
GENDER & SEXUALITY: cis woman, a very sex-positive disaster bi.
ETHNICITY & SPECIES: British, human
BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: London, England. Oct. 25th, 1760
GUILTY PLEASURES: Johanna is not the sort to feel guilty about her pleasures.
PHOBIAS: Helplessness.
WHAT THEY WOULD BE INFAMOUS FOR: She pretty much is infamous in her time... she is the daughter of traitors to the crown, a magician raised by a genderfluid French spy, known for getting herself into and back out of trouble all over Europe and the Americas alike.
WHAT HAVE THEY/WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR: Treason, thievery, generalized counts of “being a conartist,” piracy, witchcraft...
CHARACTER YOU SHIP THEM WITH: So far, Abel de Clair ( @mercysought ) but who knows how else things will go? She seems to like Jack Sparrow so far as well...  and also Jamie Fraser....  ( @trickstercaptain​ / @immobiliter )
CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: Pandora, Robespierre (yes, really), Jack of the Green, just about anyone she’s conned or crossed....
FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE: Gothic horror, probably.
LEAST FAVOURITE BOOK CLICHÉ: "It was alllllll a dream, all along.”
TALENTS OR POWERS: Master of disguise/crossdressing, speaks several languages fluently, trained in the arts of espionage and self-defense/offense, a talented magician of the line of Laughing Magicians, which means she has: the ‘synchronicity’ power her descendant John later demonstrates extensively, a touch of prescience, the ability to enthrall the minds of others in a limited way, demon-summoning (and banishing), etc.
WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM: She is quite bright and  free-spirited, especially for her time, with a very dominant and strong personality, a good sense of humor, a clever and fast-working mind, a silver tongue, a good heart, a sense of purpose, and a certain level-headed pragmatism.
WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM: She is very self-focused, can be sarcastic or sharp-tongued in a dismissive way, is manipulative and will use people for her own ends if there is palpable benefit to her, she can be independent to a fault, over-proud, at times quite reckless or over-confident, and her pragmatism can manifest as cynicism.
HOW THEY CHANGE: Mostly in her goals and how they manifest, and how she goes about pursuing them. Initially she is 100% driven by the desire to make a better life for herself but also, importantly, for her daughter. It drives her to take a lot of risks and to use people as pieces on the board. She gains the power she sought, but at a dreadfully high price; and her goals shift to finding a way to undo that mistake. And then later she finds a sort of peace with the fact that she cannot, and her focus turns outward at least a little bit more, to helping others instead of always just herself. She’s suffering from regrets and the trauma of it all.
WHY YOU LOVE THEM: She’s so beautifully flawed, and she’s basically John Constantine without all the annoying self-loathing and continual attempts to self-destruct aka the parts which made me want to reach through the page and strangle him on the regular.
Tagged by: @mercysought Tagging: @archontem @cllgood @murios @trickstercaptain @hangtherules @piraticalwit and whoever else idk
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tobespecial-a · 5 years
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HIYA  FOLKS  WELCOME  TO  MY  BLOG  HERE.  GONNA  KEEP  THESE  AS  SIMPLE  AS  POSSIBLE  SO  LETS  GET  TO  IT.  ---  this  blog  is  dash only  for  now  but  may  change  in  the  near  future. 
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also  personals  do  not  reblog  my  threads,  ooc  posts  or  anything  thats  not  a reblogged  photoset ,  its  annoying,  just  don’t  do  it.   --  i  also  have  minor  case  of  dyslexia  so  please  be  patient  with  spelling  errors.  i  catch  most  of  them,  but  sometimes  i  don’t  get  them  all.  if  something  becomes  an  issue  please  tell  me. 
FOLLOWING  AND  UNFOLLOWING
i  am  mutuals  only.  please  keep  this  in  mind.  i  will  only  take  ooc  asks  from  non  mutuals.  if  i  am  not  at  least  following  you  (  cos  i  know  some  people  who  i  write  with  /  have  written  with   don’t  follow  everyone  cos  they  want  a  clean  dash,  but  they  still  wanna  write )  then  please  don’t  attempt  ic  interactions.  this  is  your  first  &  final  warning.  i  will ignore  attempts  &  block  if  it  persists. 
do  not  follow  &  refollow  me  repeatedly  its  also  annoying  &  will  likely  get  you  blocked.  i  take  a  while  to  follow  back  sometimes,  please  be  patient. i  rarely  unfollow  so  if  you  see  it  happen,  please  poke  me.  however  i   have  the  right  to  ignore  it,  or  not  answer.  you  have  the  invitation,  i  just  don’t  have  to  invite  you  in  if  i  chose  to  revoke  it.  
disclaimer  i  probably  will  not  follow  blogs  that  romantically  ship  peter/claire.  incest  normally  doesn’t  bother  me  enough  to  mention  it, but  this one  just  really  is  a big  nope  for  me.  sorry  in  advance.  
CHARACTERIZATION
gabriel  is  based  off  nbc  heroes  &  my  own  personal  headcanons.  at  the  point  of  writing  this  i  have  seen  the  first  &  second season,  i  am  making  my  way  through  the  rest  of  the  show  at  present.   don’t  worry  about  spoilers  though  as  i  pretty  much  know  most  of  the  major  plot  points  for  gabriel  during  the  series,  just  not  all  the  specifics.  ---  threads  will  generally  take  place  in  aus  &  content  i  have  seen  however,  until  i  have  caught  up.  though  idk  how  big  the  fandom  is  so  i  sense  a  lot  of  aus  my  way  any  ways  lol
***  REGARDING  HEROES  REBORN
i  have  no  plans  to  watch  it.  sylar  isn’t  even  in   the  show  so  its  really  just  not  required  of  me  to  view  it.  any  plot  lines  transpired  in  that  canon  will  never  be  seen  in  any way  on  my  blog.   sylar  reforms  himself  post  series  &  just  goes  on  from  there.  when  i  officially  make  it  through  the  whole  show  i  will  write  proper  headcanons  on  that.  
ACTIVITY 
because  of  school  &  other  blogs  i  won’t  always  be  around.  however  i  can  always   be  reached  by  mobile  if  you  need  anything,  just  hmu.  thank  you  for  your  patience  in  this  regard.  also  fair  warning  i  do  have ADD  a  low grade  form  of  ADHD  so  i  get  a  lot  of  the  fun  extras  that  come  with  it.  please  respect  there  are  times  i  may  need  to  step  back  or  times  when  i  become  disassociated ,  its  been  happening  a lot  lately  so  i  wanted  to  inform  people  so    they  don’t think  i  am  ignoring  them.  i  promise  its  not  you,  its  me,  i  just  need  space.  FOR  THE  MOST  PART,  i  am  usually  always  around  to  answer  ims  &  messages  so  do  not  be  afraid  to  message  me  or  anything.  
SHIPPING 
ah  yes  everyones  fave  category.  if  anyone  has  questions  you  can  always  im  me  or  hu  my  ask  box  for  more  deets.   GABRIEL  IS  PANSEXUAL   BORDERLINE  GRAY  ROMANTIC  (  hes  between  demi  &  gray  )     
imma  start  off  by  saying  that   i  ship  syelle  as  well  as  petlar.  a  note      about  the  later, from  what  i  have read  &  seen  i  will  only  really  ship  them ( petlar )  during / post  the  wall,  which  at  the  time  of  writing  this  i  still  need  to  view.  i  would  be  open  to  pre  show  aus  to  start  at  this  point. 
anything  else  is  fair  game  at  this  point, just  be aware  sylar  isn’t  looking  for  anything  serious  really  during  heroes  canon.  plus  hes  not  exactly  a  nice  guy  so  like  be  warned  there.    ----  honest  to  god  if  your  interested  in  shipping  with  sylar  or  gabriel  (  yes  there  is  a  difference  )  pls  come  @  me.  the worst  i  can  do  is  say  no.  
i  will  also state   i  don’t  ship  sylaire  because  well…. shes  underage  ???? &  before  you  leap  down  my  throat  about  heroes  reborn,  most  of  the content i  have  seen  is  her  being  underage. but  i’m  not  gonna  accuse  anyone  of aging  anyone  up  for  a  ship,  cos  there  is  canon  where  she  is older.   i  am just  not  interested.  don’t  see  the  appeal,  i’ve  read  way  too much meta  &   just  don’t  see  it.  
it  is  also  worth  noting  that  post  3x01 the  second  coming,  sylar  can  no  longer  die.  he  is  immortal.  save  for  one  weak  spot  which  he  aint  about  to  tell  anyone  where  it  is. 
finally ummmm  i’m  22  guys  so  no  lying  about  your  age  to  smut  with  me.  i  will  block  your  ass  if  you  do.  don’t  make  me  be  the  bad  guy. 
GODMODDING
pls  do  not  god  mod  my  muse.  you  wanna  write  him  ??  make  a  blog  of  your  own,  or  go  write  some  fic.  i  play  three  strikes.  first  time  is  a  reminder,  second  time  is  a thread  drop  third  time  is  a  partner  all  together  drop.  THESE  CAN  BE  EXERCISED  AT  MY  DISCRETION  HOWEVER 
also  i  think  its  worth  mentioning  cos  some  might  see  this  as  potential  godmodding.  sylar  is  not  a  nice  guy,  hes  a  type  of  serial  killer.  he  will  kill  you  if  it  benefits  him,  or  if  you  piss  him  off  enough.  hes not  above doing  it  just  to  prove  a  point.  he  will  hurt  you  if  you  make angry,  might  not  kill  you  but  he  can  hurt  you  if  you  anger  him.  so  if  your  muse  riles  him  up  enough ??  just  be  prepared  for  potential  violence,  that  might  follow.  ---  i  will  not  exercise  my  muses  strength  cos  you  think  its  funny  to have  yours  poke  the  hive.  --  if  you  don’t  like  this,  please  don’t  attempt  to  write  with  me.  my  muse  is  a  villian  for  most  of  the  show  &  i  won’t  be  watering  him  down  for  you.  
OOC  VS.  IC  KNOWLEDGE
at  the  point  i  am  in  the  show,  the  only  people  who  know  what  sylar  looks  like  are  the  people  that  have  seen  him,  furthermore  only  those  who  have  heard  the  name  know  he  is  even  a  thing.  so  its  safe  to  say  a  lot  of  normal   savillians  don’t  know  him.  HELL  a  lot  of  the  heroes  don’t  know  him  either.  ---  keep  this  in  mind  when  interacting.  if  your  character  has  special  abilities  to  know  who  he  is,  thats  different,  but  don’t  just  assume  you  know  who  he  is  or  what  he  does.  
FURTHERMORE  TO  GO  OFF  A  TANGENT  i  am  not  gonna  be  too  keen  to  see  a  bunch  of  starters  of  people  begging  for  their  lives.  gabriel  is  a  hell  of  a  lot  more  then  just  a  random  serial  killer.  he  is  a  complex  character  who  has  feelings  &  issues  of  his  own.  hes  not  going  to  kill  just  anyone  for  the  sake  of  it.  please  bare  this  in  mind.  i  will  likely  not  reply  to  those  kind  of  random  interactions.  ---  by  all  means  if  you  wanna  plot  something  like  that  i  am  game  for  it,  but  please  give  me  the  heads  up.  i  will  not  reduce  my  muse  to  a  stereotype  killer,  cause  hes  not  & thats  the  tea.  he  only  kills  when  it  benefits  him,  its  not  a  sport  for  the  hell  of  it.  
TRIGGERING  CONTENT
given  the  nature  of  my  muse  there  will  be  some  triggering  themes  on  this  blog.  such  as  murder,  gore,  suicide, manipulation.  if  anyone  is  bothered  by  this,  please  blacklist  accordingly.  i tag  “  insert  trigger “ tw.  i  will  not  be  posting  heavy  gore  on  this  blog  in  visuals  at  least  &  i  ask  you  tag   it  if  you  post  it.  i’m�� fine  with  a  bit  of  blood,  but  too  much  makes  me  a   little  ill.  writing  is  fine,  anything  like  a  photoset  with  heavy  gore  needs  to  be  tagged  for  me,  &  i  myself  will  not  be  posting  such  content.
MAINS  &  EXCLUSIVES
i  will  only  be  doing  exclusives  for  ships  &  crossover  fandoms  at  this  time.  if  you  are  interested  in  being  mains  lemme  know.  i  do  however  require  previous  interaction  ic  or  occ,  preferably  both.  if  you  wanna  be  exclusive  i  ask  you  return  the  favour  otherwise  i  drop  the  exclusivity.  
AND  I  THINK  THATS  ABOUT  IT  !!  I  PROMISE  I  AM  LESS  SCARY  THEN  THESE  RULES  MAKE  ME  SEEM,  I  AM  GIANT  NERD  WHO  IS  HELLA  FRIENDLY  &   LIKES  TO  GUSH ABOUT  HER  FAVES  ALWAYS !!  MUTUALS  MAY  ASK  FOR  DISCORD  IF  THEY  WISH  TO  TALK  THERE
NOW  HURRY  UP  &  ATTACK  MY  INBOX  OR  IMS  OR  LIKE  A  STARTER  CALL  LETS  WRITE  !! 
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In-depth Character Sheet
Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum. Reblog or repost. DO NOT remove credit. 
TAGGED BY: myself, bitch TAGGING: im just redoing this. here’s the comparison if you’re curious --- she’s changed a bit, actually! 
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FULL NAME: Bonbon Rosalia Charbonneau MEANING: “Charcoal Chocolate”. Meant to refer to a nasty outside, but sweet inside. NICKNAME: Bon, Bonnie, BB, Bunny, Rosie, Rose. MEANING: She’s got way too many. AGE: 22. BIRTHDAY: December 5th. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius. GENDER: Cis Female. ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual / Panromantic. THEME SONG(S): Pop Star ⭐ How Far I’ll Go ⭐ Jump Up, Super Star!
APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Pastel pink, bordering on white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Two lengthy tentacles trail down her back and near reach the ground, while a shorter pair rest down her shoulders. In the two baos atop her head are the back tentacles slightly bunned up to avoid contact with the ground. EYES COLOR: Lilac, with star-shaped pink pupils. HEIGHT: 4′1′‘ | 124.46 cm. WEIGHT: 69 lbs | 31.3 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Lolita, essentially. Really girly and proper. Flashy. Catch her alone, though, and you’d be lucky she’s even wearing anything. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Bio-luminescent “freckles” all over her body. They have begun to take up a shape, mimicking the moon and stars. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Lots. Usually winged eyeliner and scarlet eye-shadow. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Elegant, kind-hearted, caring. SKIN COLOR: Dark brown. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Pear-shaped. Large thighs, strong, long legs, and slightly toned biceps. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A soft, dreamy smile with sleepy half-lidded eyes. POSTURE: Hands before her thighs, entwined with one another. Upright and straight. PIERCINGS: A peculiar gold ring on her right ear. When flicked, it makes a sound... DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: She has dropped the haughtiness she hailed two years ago. Much more soft-spoken, her words are gentle and warm. Her voice, now that she is no longer trying to hide her “weaker” self, is a lot more amicable. She still speaks with a particularly high vocabulary, but she no longer intentionally chooses words to make others feel foolish. Like rose petals floating on air, her manner of speaking is very breathy and delicate, but loud enough to at least be heard. Never will you find her raising her voice --- the difference is merely a harder sounding version of her, featuring her irritation, as opposed to a shrill shriek. (Voice Claim)
RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Céleste Charbonneau née Chen HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: While she no longer harbors a fierce grudge against her mother for ruining her childhood ( which she did not, but also did not correct Bon ), they are still not as close. They do, definitely, however get along much better, and Bon is now working under her at the Nouveau Corporation. DAD: Clair Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: She’s still a daddy’s girl --- no one has told her that, in reality, he is the absolute scum of the earth. Dustin’s trying. SIBLINGS: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): [REDACTED] CURRENT LOVER: Dustin Lee REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: There is a bit of sheepishness to her. Whereas she once quietly despised and looked down upon others, she has a tendency to be soft-spoken and inquisitive. One could say it’s a guarding mechanism, but she seems to warm up and open up quickly --- a requirement of an idol, she supposes.  ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She’s still not particularly fond of working with others, mostly because she finds that the best way to get work done is to do it herself. Still, she’s ( no longer ) one to force someone out of their job --- she will simply attempt to do the work behind the scenes. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: She no longer likes the kind of person she once was --- haughty, snobbish, and full of themselves. Even in jest. The only way that shit’ll slide with her is if she knows them personally, or it’s fiction. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Her parents were both extremely overprotective of her, a trait she fails to displace when she has children. They were very lenient with her as well, besides the whole ruining her early life, making her more prone to gently guiding her children without imposing her will onto them.
PERSONALITY ...WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Gentle. Friendly. Apprehensive. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Excitable. Bubbly. Childish. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Silent. Skeptical. Petty. FAVORITE COLOR: Lilac. FAVORITE FOOD: Tea and cream-filled pastries! FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats, spiders. FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Grey. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Eggs. LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Shark. HOBBIES: Singing, dancing, shopping, and video gaming. USUAL MOOD: Sleepy. Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope. DARK VERSION OF SELF: Octospy verse. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Her. Right now. HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Not very. She has become a lot more lenient, and instead prefers to crack jokes ( which is, also, her nervous habit ). CLASS IN AN RPG: Cleric, Mage. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Yes. (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: Hearing problems. Mentions of war. Divulged secrets. OPINION ON SWEARING: She still seldom curses, but it’s not as gasp-inspiring anymore. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Cautious. MUSIC TYPE: She’s fond of so many genres, provided it’s not ear-shattering. She can find the best in all types of music. MOVIE TYPE: So bad, it’s good / Romance / Thriller. BOOK TYPE: Adventure / Mystery / Romance. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: About 65 F. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps about 8-10 hours a day. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Obsessively neat. DESIRED PET: Either a tarantula or a kitten. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, or reading books. BIGGEST SECRET: She worked at a few underground night clubs specifically created to ogle the bodies of those hired. Make ends meet, y’know? HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: @candykraken !! WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Cat FEARS: Silence, large bodies of water, loneliness. COMFORTS: Sensory objects, tactility, sleeping.
HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: She tries to push out irrational thoughts and stand her ground. This doesn’t always work. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Ignoring. Lots of ignoring. She’d make it look like it was unintentional; and then let the crush continue to fester. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Lighting up! Squealing! Storm of kisses! Lots of touching. God knows her voice is going to reach killer wail levels of painful pitch. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Wailing, violence, shutting down as a whole. Non-stop aggression. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Continue trying, nonstop---literally. Someone’s gonna have to intervene. INJURY: Whine and whimper. She’s not good at handling pain, no matter how used to it she is. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Lip biting. Grabby hands. Lighting up, again. Bouncing on her heels.
HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: [ CONTINUED FROM ORIGINAL ] 
Having overcome her self-inflicted duties of becoming a war-hero some day, Bonbon has dropped from the draft to, instead, put her dreams and aspirations on the front lines. With assistance and desperation, the girl is hired to start doing small performances when she’s twenty. Nothing means more to her than this.
Even her own dignity. As her agent comes to realize that she’s willing to do anything to achieve her goals, he quickly turns, being bitter that he himself is not in the spotlight as he once was. Setting her up with jobs that have a high chance of ruining her career, she manages to skate by unscathed --- much to his chagrin.
When Dustin enlists in her crew, he is even less enthused with how much attention the newcomer brings. Spiteful, her agent temporarily pulls him from the show, causing an uproar from the blossoming pop star and her fans. Their insistence brings him back --- but it breaks the final chord for the agent, who takes it out on Bon in private.
This assault, intended to kill, results in his death.
While court has settled that she never once touched him, and only harbors self-defense wounds, Bonbon herself remains dismayed. She’s... pretty sure she killed him. She did it --- and used the Killer Wail to do it. Traumatized, but not willing to admit it, her voice rarely rises to the point of her screams ( or any other such pitch ) again.
FIRST APPEARANCE: A mysterious, minuscule pinkling took a tournament by storm without even giving a word as to her age, rank, or background... and donated the proceeds to charity?
KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Inkling, Sign Language, Human French, Written Octarian, Hylian. SCHOOLING LEVEL: College graduate. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Linguistics and Theatre. INTERESTED CAREERS: An idol in song and dance --- which she is, now! EXPERTISE: Theatre, Song and Dance. CHEMISTRY: B MATH: A LANGUAGE: A+ GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: B- COOKING: D MECHANICS: C BOTANY (FLOWERS): A+ MYTHOLOGY: A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A+++
READING LEVEL: College graduate. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Always have a plan!
ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Definitely. She’s very needy and you’ll know it immediately. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): While very avoidant when crushing, she’s super clingy and affectionate when dating. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Ladylike with a dash of klutzy. She shows her real side if she really trusts her partner, so they have to deal with a near 180 of the persona she shows on a daily basis. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into! She puts all her apples in one basket. PROTECTIVE: Extremely. She’s very feral and primitive at times. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Her lover has to be her best friend. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She actively stalks her partner’s wishlists or things they see as they cruise around together, and has them anonymously delivered, as it she wasn’t obvious. If she hasn’t a clue, she’ll start sending dorky things she thinks are nice to try to gauge their interest. TYPE OF KISSER: She steals small kisses, before elongating them with lots of lip tugging. Definitely fond of it. The type to really get into it. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but can be easily persuaded. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: She makes better decisions, thinking in respect of both herself and her partner. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Yes, albeit cheesy and dorky deep down... HOW ARE THEY IN BED: She’s extremely affectionate, and prefers to be intimate with her partner for the long run. GET JEALOUS EASY: She no longer experiences the same anxiety she once did in relationships, and opts to trust her partner whole-heartedly. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: No. MARRY FOR MONEY: click this. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: [REDACTED] WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A nice long exploration through untraveled territory---just the two of them. Lots of hand-holding, kisses, and cuddles. Good food would definitely seal the deal as the best date ever. OPINION ON SEX: She’s fucking thirsty.
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Roleplay Preferences Sheet!
Please repost, do not reblog!  Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  :)  For the multiple choice ones, bold all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!
– B A S I C S –
NAME: Stefanie ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S): I also do Will Graham on savepuppywill, though I’m having trouble getting much interaction out there. ARE YOU OVER 18?  Yes / No IS YOUR MUSE?  Yes / No (Well over for both, except in select AUs) WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED?  This year. Recently.
– W R I T I N G –
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)
IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / NA
(Admittedly I have my own headcanons and such, and in AUs my characters may be kind of different because of their differing upbringing, circumstances, etc, but generally I try to be as true to the characters as much as possible.)
WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella
(I prefer literate paragraphs with no weird formatting, but it depends on the thread.)
DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Yes 
(I will do one or two here or there if that’s your thing, but I find it kind of a pain, and prefer describing things through my writing.)
DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes: Email
WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens) / Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead) / Fully Plotted Epics (plotted beginning, middle, and end) 
HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)
(Depends on school, life, mental health, etc.)
WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Violence / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational
WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action/Adventure / Espionage
ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No / Yes: I don’t like writing straightbent pairings. (Like when only one character in a gay pairing is genderbent to make it straight.) That weirds me out because it strikes me as vaguely homophobic, and like, there are already so many straight couples on tv anyways...? I also don’t like shipping or writing real life people who are not characters, and sometimes I don’t like writing about mental health issues if that is done poorly or purely for drama, because as a neuroscience and psychology major who has dealt with these things herself, I am a bit sensitive about how those things are portrayed. 
I also admittedly prefer to write my characters as bottoming/subbing in the case of mature content, except in extremely rare circumstances. That’s just a writing preference, though, and has more to do with my writing abilities and comfort than anything... Technically I could see Cas being more of a switch. (Aziraphale maybe not so much.) 
DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes (Basically not. I have preferences, but writing is just writing to me. It’s more exploring ideas than promoting them or feeling them in my book.)
– S H I P P I N G –
WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial (canon) / Familial (OCs) (Except in very rare circumstances.)
WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial (canon) / Familial (OCs)
(If it’s an OC or character from a different fandom, I’m going to assume our characters are strangers, unless previously discussed in some depth.)
DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry Only / Yes: Destiel and Az/Crow are almost my default, though I also ship plenty of other things. (This is mainly because I see those relationships as canon parts of the development of my characters, though I will work around those parts of their development in different ways for other pairings I like.)
DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes: But very few of them? Like, I’m not gonna ship Cas with Claire, sorry. But I really can’t think of a lot of them.
WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual (Aziraphale)/ Pansexual (Castiel)/ Demisexual (both)/ Sapiosexual / Asexual (both)
I think both Cas and Zira (especially Zira?) do strike me as potentially somewhere on the asexual spectrum, which I would be willing to explore in threads, though I also often ship them as sexual.
WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic (Aziraphale) / Panromantic (Cas) / Demiromantic (Aziraphale) / Sapioromantic / Aromantic (Aziraphale)
Castiel I see as pretty obviously romantic, Aziraphale I would be open to exploring as aromantic, though I usually think he could be romantic, with the right... er... demon. *cough* Crowley *cough*. Though I suppose that’s the only evidence we have of him ever having romantic feelings ever? And they are somewhat subtle. 
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Choking On Sapphires 82
Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)
Title & Song: When the Levee Breaks
Summary: Alfie returns to work. He begins to deal with the aftermath of what happened and tries to gain control of an uncontrollable situation.
Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence. PTSD. Suffering/Physical Pain. Fluff. Grumpy Alfie. Business Alfie. 
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The clack and clash of work within the well ran warehouse beneath the quaint Jewish bakery was running at high proficiency with its boss stalking about the place again. His freshly cobbled shoes, which he refused to replace, much to Genevieve’s annoyance, squeak with the hard fresh leather and nails against the hard floor. Despite being polished, they were covered with dirt and dust just like the rest of him, as was necessary for working in a rum house. He enjoyed the work again, as much as one could enjoy ordering around mostly boys he thought would have trouble pissing in a pot by themselves. But it did get him out of the house. More importantly, it got him away from the abstract and currently unsolvable problems that lie there waiting for him as soon as he left the structure that running his business gave him.
He’d adapted well, in his opinion, to the problems that lie in that big ornate bed at home. He didn’t work nights if it could be helped, he was home for dinner every day and took the Shabbat off, giving him extra time to be with Genevieve. He didn’t like coming back home to problems he couldn’t solve with a shout of his orders, but that was the life they were dealing with. He’d at least been able to put up a strong front at work, perhaps a bit more stone-fisted with his men than he had been previous to Genevieve’s abduction. But he felt like he had control at his dingy warehouse with its strong smells he carried home in his clothes every day. He felt like he had a place that fit when he was working, his problems solved by either agile fingers or mind with a raise of his voice or arms to put forth the labor and intellect to solve them. He didn’t have to think about how powerless he was when it came to the throw of a dice that was Genevieve’s health and mind while he worked. And although he did make most of his money on being a betting man, he’d always prefer horses over the indifferent will of the miraculous mess that was the human body.
He told himself he did it because he wanted to take better care of himself in the face of Genevieve’s decline of health, taking breaks outside to escape the fumes and flames inside his alcove of a workspace. The reality was that Aggie and Claire had beaten him into submission on him eating a full lunch and getting some sun every day. Aggie would know by his mood and his lack of stealth when it came to snacking in the kitchen if he failed to follow her suggestions. But of course, Alfie had found another way to use this forced time to his advantage. As was his way.
“There lads, go on wif ya.” He grunts after handing coins to the scrappy youth's he’d been meeting with on his breaks. Little sets of unassuming eyes and ears around the city, needing the money and having the time and invaluable ability to seem invisible to most, he utilized them for his work. They gave him all the things they’d seen and heard that could interest him. For a few sweets and pounds the information they gave was worth its weight in gold. He watches their worn shoes become even more so on his orders as they shuffle across the dirty brick pathways away from the canal and the work buildings.
“Next appointment is soon sir.” Ollie reminds him, taking Alfie's eyes from the long distance stare they were set in thoughtfully as the kids disappeared around the corner.
“Right.” He huffs out, a hand that smelled awful and felt much the same with its grit from both stress and work rubbing across his face as he scratches his beard in thought. “Put down visitin’ the families in the diary soon, yeah? Seems a few of the children have come down wif some fuckin awful fing that’s killed one of 'em already.” He says without the emotion behind it that it would warrant from any normal person.
“Yes, sir.” Ollie notes in his mind as he follows after his employer, back down the corridors to his office. Despite Ollie being taller, he very much felt small and like Alfie was carving the way back for him as his shoulders swayed and bow legs stalked with a stance that unquestionably told anyone who looked his way, “Don’t fuck with me.”
“So what ‘ave I got before I head out?” He asks with no fondness to the statement, selves rolled up his bulky and gingery hair covered forearms. His hands, as always highly bejeweled, Genevieve’s gifts among them, slap together and rub to commence the last parts of his work day, the tattooed crowns being the least of the signals from him that he was, in fact, the boss in this space.
“We have the meetings with the little birds.”
Alfie scoffs and scoots up his worn leather chair to his large wooden desk, covered in patches of dust and paperwork with a posture perfect back for a moment. “Not so little now eh?” He muses. “In stature or count.” He states with pursed lips and high brows full of amusement for his observation.
The project of little birds had started years ago. Now men, just like the lads he’d paid earlier were now, he had groomed these young men into spies for him in various fields. He had them for the Jewish community, various pubs and shops and corners in every class of neighborhood and at least one in each of the so-called gangster's posse’s, minus one for the boy who had been with Horne. He’d murdered him where he stood in his office the day he came back to work. In hindsight, perhaps it was a bit harsh, but it certainly sent the other boys into high gear to not have the same fate as him. Alfie felt much more in charge of his emotions from what had happened now, but as always, his sort of life would keep finding ways to make him question himself.
“I have the report here, sir. One will be in shortly with his to close off the group.”
“Why’s he late wif it?”
“Not late, only delayed from the nature of his subject. He hosts at the high tea shops in the West End.”
“Ah. Right.” Alfie nods, a twitch of whiskers over chapped full lips that sat in a tight line as he read over his tiny golden framed glasses. The reports with their code words and aliases couldn’t be read any more clearly by Alfie. It all spelled trouble. The word was out about him being behind the pillaging of Horne’s buildings. Word had spread of the less powerful Birmingham Gypsy brothers helping these acts to transpire as well. But it was known Genevieve was counted among them, being the head Shelby’s godmother to his children and that.
Sabini was annoyed by their appearance in London, but planned nothing in retort. In his words, it was reported that Horne, the bloody American, had it fucking coming. This was a general consensus it seemed, no one fond of any Americans moving in on business since the blowup years ago with the American-Italians. Not even Sabini had been safe in that fight. Americans were seen as cowboys, wildcards not to be trusted and looked down upon for their boisterous nature and inclination to assume their importance. The general consensus was fuck the Americans. At least Alfie had something in common with these men. One less in their line of work meant more for them, and with prohibition still enforced, that opened up a piece of the market to make some money in Horne’s absence. Alfie jots down notes with a hard brow to look farther into taking on Horne’s business loose ends. Beyond the professional, it seemed the consensus on Alfie and his reaction to Horne was a mixed one. Some thinking it an overreaction, some, like Sabini seeing it as earned and flex of power. Whether they thought him mad or powerful, he didn’t much care, but the signs all pointed to him being feared for it and that was precisely where Alfie wanted to stand with these men.
Onto the other subject of his almost betrothed, Genevieve, the news was not as pleasant but he had expected worse. Whispers of taking over her businesses, seeing her as weak now we’re starting to appear. Inevitable, Alfie knew but it certainly didn’t help smooth the lines in his forehead as much as it deepened them. No plans so far, it was still too soon to tell and he had done a fairly decent job as far as these papers told him of keeping her state a secret.
But the young man in front of him quickly put that ease to bed.
“The talk is that she’s gone soft. That’s she’s lame and traumatized. Forgive me for saying these things sir, they are not from my mouth.”
Alfie nods, a hand waving to dismiss the apology as his chin rests in his other hand to hurry on the boy.
“Her lack of appearance has caused much chat among the ladies as she wasn’t known for canceling or not being seen before. They know the donations are still going through, but she hasn’t been teaching or going to meetings or cooking at the children’s home. The more extreme of the rumors are, and forgive me again sir, are that she’s been sent to bedlam, pregnant with another man’s child, gone completely mad and being locked in her home and that she’s on drugs now. She’ll wander 'round the estate naked and talk to imaginary people. Most think you’ll leave her soon.” He concludes with a heavy gulp, his mouth dry from the man staring him down across the desk.
How was he going to head this off? How do you kill rumors that have a grain of truth? He knew she couldn’t go out in public yet, it’d be a long time still for that. She was currently dazed at best, mumbling to herself as she wandered the house with his cane. Her body was healing, she could walk with only a limp now. But her mind, that was another subject entirely. He didn’t know what was her, what was medication and what was trauma in that soft head of hers. It was too soon for answers and he needed them. Needed to squash out this weakness that was growing among them. But how could he show she was fine when she very much was not.
“That all?” He finally gruffs out.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good lad.” He says with a nod, his w'ords tense and his jaw tight. “Well, she isn’t lame or in an asylum someplace. She’s at home healing. Doctors orders to stay home and keep calm until she’s all better. So snuff out any other stories, eh? She’s fine, I’m fine. We are together, she isn’t pregnant. Paint a peachy fuckin portrait, yeah?”
“Of course sir.” He agrees enthusiastically.
“Good work. Keep it up and there may be more pay in your future.” He promises with only a slight lie in the words.
With a bow and thanks he exists and Alfie put his stained fingertips to his scabbed forehead and sighs. “Posh fuckin cunts. No lives. Only love to titter stories like fuckin' little girls in school to each other. Fuckin' gossips. Fuckin’...’ell.” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “They ain’t so much worried 'bout me, but her. Which is right fuckin' daft of 'em.” He speaks with an exasperated breath and a sweeping display of his hands. “News weren’t half fuckin' bad 'til those fuckers had to go and run their fat fuckin', cock suckin' mouths.” He huffs, brow low as he slumps into his chair.
“Awful that they’re speaking of Miss Durand in such a way. After all she’s done for them and the children.” Ollie responds with a sigh.
“Fuckin' what mate?” Alfie challenges with a sharp twist of his head his way. “Ya fuckin' soft? Ya sweet on her are ya Ollie?” Alfie's voice didn’t hold enough tease for Ollie to not tense up and stutter.
“No! No sir she’s always been a giving woman to those less fortunate and people speaking ill of her with no proof is upsetting. Not surprising at all! But still unfortunate.”
“Yeah,” Alfie drops the knee jerk flare of anger he’d been brewing up. Ollie hadn't done anything wrong. He just wanted to lash out. “The problem is, some of that is just tittle-tattle, right? But what if they did have a way to know fings?” Alfies natural inclination to be suspicious and paranoid was only being fueled by the oddly specific gossip in some instances.
“As in someone at home?” Ollie replies surprised, knowing Alfie had personally interrogated every staff member after Gen was gone. He’s assaulted a few and had found none guilty. The ruling was that someone had snuck in and posed as staff and given her the drink and then slipped out. Not having someone to burn at the stake really hadn’t helped Alfie out at the time. So Ollie was highly curious as to who would be giving information as he knew most of the staff owed Gen a great deal themselves. He knew them as loyal and grateful, but as Alfie liked to remind him from time to time, what the fuck did he know?
———
While Alfie was out gathering his information, Genevieve was at home doing entirely the opposite. The morphine made her mind a mess, but as was the nature of it, she certainly didn’t know it to be so.
Her walks in the garden, one arm held by either Aggie or Claire as they steadied her, seeing her eyes so far away despite being open and focusing on things. She spoke of children often, like they were there. No one knew what she was referring to. Claire and Aggie had their suspicions as to the cause of this hallucination or delusion, which one they were not sure yet, but neither said it aloud. It hurt them too much to speak of and they knew they shouldn’t break Gen's heart by trying to tell her otherwise. Another screaming fit, something like a child would throw wasn’t what they wanted to experience again.
Gen's reality was far different. She was on leisurely strolls in a dreamy garden. Her cheeky and precocious children hiding from her amongst the flowers and hedges. She didn’t see them all the time, or even often, but she did hear them. Calls for mama and papa, little auburn haired cherubs dashing in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t even know their names or faces but something about the thought of them made things not hurt as badly and it was easy to want to stay in the drug-induced stupor where everything was golden and nothing hurt. The reality was too much still, too painful, too much. So she stayed.
The warm, dizzy halo of morphine was only broken when the pain would break through. This was when the glow in her vision would fade and she would be reminded of how she was, in fact, broken. The physical pain acted as a gateway for the mental, for she recalled how she received the injuries and the memories would start to follow. With a wince, her caregivers knew she was coming down, it was time to rest. Her soft and bruised face was set to something besides indifference as her brow would furrow and her jaw would once again tighten with the stress that her current state brought upon her.
In these moments they would see a wounded Genevieve peek through the veil. Her eyes still dilated but the life backlit them in those hours she was lucid. Once she was herself for some brief moments they would ask her about her hallucinations and dreams, as they were both not decreasing in intensity. Any look at the bags under Alfie's eyes from being woken up by her fighting and struggling, mumbling awful reminders through the night next to him would tell the story of how she really felt whether she was willing or able to herself. Awake, the memories didn’t haunt her as heavily as they did in her sleep. With her brain desperately trying to mend itself, it kept trying to heal the parts that were broken and so it brought the memories of her time held hostage forward, inaccessible to her during her waking hours. The only comfort Alfie found in it was telling himself she was just dreaming, not reliving the trauma. But deep down he knew better. He’d been there himself. At this juncture, his body was growing weary and his spirit wasn’t far behind. The process of healing yourself was one thing, watching another attempt it was a whole other beast he had no interest in taming. And yet he found himself sleeping with it in his bed every night. A reminder of his worries and stress and failure that he could find no refuge from.
————
Alfie shoved his feet into the house shoes that greeted him at the door by the hands of maids. Taking his coat, offering him tea, he still wasn’t used to the treatment and he was starting to think he never would be.
“No, no, love.” he gruffs a young maid away with a brush of his hand. “Where’s Agatha? I’d like to know how Genevieve is before I see her.” he sighs, twisting his body and hearing the pops and cracks of age and strain, both accumulating far too rapidly for his liking.
“I’m here, Alfie.” Aggie’s tired feet shuffle around the corner, always wiping her hands on her apron when she appeared. “She’s in her room. Haven’t heard a peep from her in some time now. Which is an improvement. Short time and she’ll take her medicine again. Thought you might some time with her while she was lucid before she took it again.”
“Is she lucid?” he asks with a raised brow.
“She’s been up and around and with the usual exception of the few hours of her medicine and the strange talking, she’s been doing quite well today.” she gives an optimistic nod.
Alfie nods, a large exhalation stretching the muscles of his chest at the good news. He had been fully expecting nothing good after the gossip he’d had to mull over today. Perhaps there could be a light growing at the end of this dark tunnel for them both. “Good.” he responds, thumbing his nose with no other showing of his relief, his face sat hard and preoccupied as it had been since he’d gone back to work.
He saunters his way down the great hall to Genevieve’s wing of the house. As he does so, he sees a maid dart out of the phone room, kept near the entryway into the kitchens and back halls.
“Oi!” he shouts, her posture straightening and eyes growing wide before she turns to him. “What ya fuckin’ up to in there?” he demands with no politeness, a ringed finger pointing towards the room.
“Callin’ me sista sir.” she answers with a nod, not meeting his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from orders or to avoid his direct glare.
“What ya callin’ on work hours for?” he gruffs out with a rise of his chin.
“She’s only home for a short while between jobs, sir.”
“Where’s she live?”
“London, sir.”
“Where’s about?” he gives her rapid questions to read her honesty.
“Clerkenwell, sir.” she keeps her head down and hands together in front of her.
“Hmph. I ‘on’t know you do I? You’re new, yeah? Did I let you in?”
“No sir, I was brought in from another home a fortnight ago when my previous employer passed away.”
“Who was that?”
“Mrs. Hilda Gold from Kentish Town, sir.”
“Mmph.” a rub of his chin, wheels turning at knowing who her former employer was, knowing she was Jewish, but also acutely aware that she was a huge gossip. “I did not know she had passed.”
“I stayed on to clear out the estate then Agatha took me on.”
“Fine fuckin’ timin’ you showed up, eh?”
She doesn’t respond, not certain how to.
“Well get the fuck on... wait, what’s ya name?”
“Dorothy.” she says mid-turn, freezing at the man’s request.
“Well, then Dottie get back to work. No callin’ until after tea, yeah?” he oders with strong squared shoulders and a curt nod.
“Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.” she sputters out fast before disappearing into the nearest corridor.
He sticks his neck out as he passes to find her already gone, chewing the inside of his lip as he continues on with his paranoia as he travels towards Gen’s room.
Genevieve sits so eerily still, tense and afraid to make a move as she stares at the door in the dimly lit room. It’d been left that way to allow her to sleep but as it had been since she’d started getting up and moving around, coming to herself a tiny bit more every day, if she was left in the dark alone she could never sleep unless the medicine forced her to.
Alfie braces himself for nothing good, even though the state of her wasn’t poorly today. With a slow opening of the door, one that unintentionally made poor Genevieve's heart nearly beat out of her chest, he finally shows himself, eyes direct to hers as he sees her sitting up in bed.
He observes her eyes fluttering and her posture slump at the sight of him. At first, he couldn’t believe his feelings were a bit hurt by it. Then she reaches out to him with a face that actually showed something besides neutrality, sleepy eyes and barely parted lips that were pleading for him to come closer.
“‘Ello, love.” he greets, moving over to the bed and taking her hands, kissing her knuckles as he sat next to her on the edge. “You’re looking much better this afternoon.” he praises, a hand to her cheek as he watches her eyes close and her lean into his touch. A lump of fondness erupts in his gut, something he admittedly hadn’t felt since he’d gone back to work and had to compartmentalize his feelings to deal with them. He suddenly felt guilty as her hand covered his, such a tender gesture as she kissed his palm.
Unknown to him, she was flooded with a euphoric relief at his appearance. With her emotions still nowhere near stable, she begins to cry.
“Oh, pet, come now. No reason for all that.” he shushes, wiping the tears away. “What’s wrong?” he asks, picking up the pen and pad next to the bed and with shaky hands, she scribbles away.
“Be quiet for a moment and listen.” it reads, Alfie’s brow furrows, starting to question the optimism of Aggie.
“What are you on about?” he replies and Gen puts her fingers to his lips. The look in her eyes tells him she’s serious. He does as instructed and waits, eyes moving about the room, not sure what he should be listening for.
He watches her raise and her head turn to the door and stare. Much like a frightened deer.
“I don’t hear nuffin’, Gen.” he pats her arm to comfort her.
She huffs out her nose and pursed her lips. “When you’re here I don’t hear them.” She writes, her eyes back again to the door.
A pang of guilt sits heavy in his stomach at her words. “Hear who love?” He asks softly.
“Footsteps.” She communicates, her eyes scanning the bed in front of her with a clear confusion behind them.
“There are people out in the hall all day.” He says with no condescension.
She shakes her head and sighs. “Not in my wing.” How could she explain the fear the sound sent through her. They weren’t just any footsteps, they were Horne’s footsteps. She knew it made no sense. She knew he was dead, but it didn’t stop it from sending her right back to that cold and pitch black room where she was kept, waiting for him to come back and fearing what would come with him.
Alfie sees the very real concern in her eyes. He has a theory as to why she’s afraid but he’s hesitant to ask. “Does anything else make them go away?” He questions, raises her chin up to face him.
She considers it a minute. She didn’t feel afraid with Alfie there for obvious reasons, but what else took it away. “Sleep?”
“Well of course love.” He gives her a soft chuckle and kisses her forehead. “But having me here helps, yeah?”
She nods slowly, a fast one still sending her into the spins.
“Then let me help.” He suggests gently, crawling into bed with her and pulling her to his chest. “This help?”
She nods again, still feeling nervous as she rests her head to his chest. She could focus on him now, hear him breathe, feel it as well.
“Does being in the dark bring them on?” He proposes, fingers stroking her hair, his face bent towards her.
She considers it a moment, slow blinking eyes he was happy to see wheels turning behind. She gives a tap to his chest to indicate yes.
“And only when you’re alone?” He reiterates.
Another gentle tap.
He decides to get to the point, as is his nature, no matter how abrasive it might be. “When you were taken from me…” he begins. He feels her tense against him. “We’re you kept alone in the dark?”
He hears a small whimper from her, her hands now in fists.
“S’all right love. It’s over now. It can’t hurt you anymore.” He coos.
She shuts her eyes, burying her face in his chest.
“And could you hear them outside the door?”
She agrees again, a little whimper of a sound as she pushed her face into him.
He braces her, feeling her breathing grow shaky and uneven, seeing it was painfully obvious she was having trouble with dealing with the memories. Still, he persisted. “Is that what you’re hearing now? When I’m not here?”
A sob moves her upper body and she whines, fingers grabbing at his shirt, smelling still of rum from work.
“There, there, love.” he whispers, putting his mouth to her hair. “Your Alfie’s got ya innit he?” he soothes, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back. “Just memories. They can’t hurt you now. It’ll get better with time, pet.” he laments, feeling her cry in his arms. The pain from the extended panic still alive and well in her chest when she thought about her time held captive. He could feel her skin run hot beneath his hands, the only sounds he’d heard from her since she’d been back were mumbled with pain. He stares at the door as she wears herself out. Holding her like a babe in his arms, face set to an unpleasant detachment. She had so much farther to go before she could venture out. The mention of what happened and she’d fall to pieces. Not to mention she couldn’t speak yet. He was starting to wonder if it was more from physical injury or a mental one at this point.
He did feel sympathetic, empathetic even to her current state, but that harsh bit of him that pulled him through his own dark times tells him she needs to do better, to move forward. He feels impatient, knowing what those on the outside were saying. Normally he would tell any of those posh tossers to piss off with their opinions but now Genevieve was the victim of their rumors and he didn’t want her to lose the place she’d gained in society because of this. He wanted to keep things as well maintained as he could for her, and that meant taking on the stress that would normally be carried by her slight shoulders. Luckily for both of them, he was a tough old bastard who could deal with a bit of posh, West End babble easy enough. But he was more worried about what Genevieve would feel, think and more importantly do when she found out what they were saying. He had so many voices to worry about now. His own in his head, the ones in Genevieve's as well, however many there were now. He was used to listening to people talk about him, and he dealt with it in his own way But now he had to worry about what they were saying about someone else, and not just his people, not only slurs and the like, but a woman he loved. He closes his eyes, pushing his cheek against her head as he knows this will end no time soon.
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