#because she's a creative problem solver!! she's always gonna try to find a way around the big glaring giant problem okay?

[localcoffeeshop]

my conception of the popular & always fun to play in au where betty stays with simon during the crown & subsequent mushroom war apocalypse & finding marcy is FUCKED like it's literally LOVE WILL TEAR US APART core over here it's wild for me

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Cast your mutuals but it’s only Lottie because it’s her birthday 🥳🎂

I just want to say that I see you, I hear you, and I’ll deliver (even tho I’m lazy and I could never do this if it wasn’t for you)

Cast your mutual ( @imdreamingwiththestars ) as...

Marvel Man — Ant Man, Scott Lang

Wait before you get mad hear me out! SCOTT LANG IS THE SEXIEST AVENGER! First off he’s fucking hilarious without even trying. Like HILARIOUS. Everything he says has me in stitches. Second, he’s a great fucking father— literally the best fucking father. Kinda like how you’re always telling me to drink water and to go to bed. Third, he’s adaptable! He can switch between superhero, commendable dad, friend, awkward, sexy— this man is everything and you are everything. Fourth, he’s a dork. And you can’t get mad at me for that because it’s not a jab— it’s the reason we’re friends. The scene in Ant Man and the wasp where he’s doing a thousand things while bored at home just screams Lottie and the way one moment you’re sending pictures of the bracelet you made and then the next your doing something entirely different. Finally he’s sexy— he’s hot as fuck and anyone who doesn’t think Paul Rudd— America’s true golden boy— is sexy then I don’t want to know you. He’s sexy not only because he’s just plain sexy with no substance (which he’s not and neither are you) but because of all the things I said before saying that he’s hot. This fucking DILF makes me want to be a MILF.

Marvel Woman — Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff

Chaos Queen bisexual witch with nerd boyfriend— sounds about right to me! No— you don’t have nerd boyfriend but he’s out there (and maybe his name is SCOTT LANG). She loves fiercely when it comes to family and feels like she’s dying when those she loves are hurt. Family relationships get rocky at times but would do absolutely anything for her found family. She has meltdowns that rock entire towns and then, in the next second, is fine. Maladaptive daydreamer who creates the realities she would rather be in and adds the extra creative flare that the rest of the people around her are missing. That town was suffering before she showed up and gave it the ol’ razzle dazzle. Like please, take over my mind anyday. Deals with my Agatha Harkness level drama with grace. Like oh shit I kidnap you and force you to relive trauma and you don’t kill me? Wow a queen. 100/10 would bang and, yes, that needed to be added because it’s an important attribute. Also when I picture Lottie’s marvel costuming I see red and I see corsets and that’s enough for me 😌

TVD Man — Kai Parker

No, you aren’t a sociopath but neither was Kai Parker!! He was a kid who’s family fucked him over in every way because he was different and then— when he lashed out after years of straight abuse— got locked up. He’s not crazy— he’s hurt and no one’s fucking listening. He’s made mistakes but everyone would rather say shit about him instead of looking at their own lives. At the end of the day no one was better than Kai Parker despite how much they would like to think they are. He appreciates the little things— snowflakes and good food and sharp knives. He’s charming and has a voice that makes me melt— I can picture him going for walks and sending me videos about his coffee and what he bought at target. He needs a hug and a vacation and an I’m sorry.

TVD Woman — Bonnie Bennet

Is it telling that I picked another witch? Possibly. Am I gonna do it again? Definitely. Bonnie Bennet is a badass despite the fact that literally everything goes against her. She isn’t a badass because it’s easy, she’s a badass because it’s in her fucking DNA. No one wants her to be a badass— even her grandma at some points hates her— but she can’t turn it off so she doesn’t. She shouldn’t turn it off. She’s level headed but oh boy when she gets angry fucking watch out. She’s ride or die for her friends but will put them in her place when she needs to. She’s the most powerful one but no one treats her like it?? Creative problem solver with a penchant to let her powers kinda slip from time to time until a building or two is on fire. Falls for the hottest people but also might fall for your brother. She is the hottest one— full sexy— and again, yes, that’s important.

TO Man — Marcel Gerard

It was a toss up between him and Vincent Griffith but I have made my choice. Marcel is the poster boy for found family but also for knowing when it’s right to separate and do his own thing. The true king of NOLA who has exquisite taste in music. He was kinda evil at the beginning but it really only made him sexy so?? He thought he was protecting his city and vamp fam and I think that’s reasonable. Cares deeply, is beyond loyal, and would kill for those he loves. Saves a dorky awkward gay from death and that goes without saying hey thank you ma’am dorky gay here thankful for you’re consistent messages in her inbox I would be dead on here without you. Accidentally acquires a child but becomes one of the best dads ever despite her temper and unpredictable powers. Has an on off relationship with an equally sexy blonde. Himbo CEO vibes and I think that’s lovely— like you. You are lovely.

TO Woman — Hayley Marshall

Fierce, sexy, hybrid who loves two men even though they makes her so damn angry. Family drama 100%, found family drama 200%. Wolf queen who appreciates the downtime of chilling in nature with a cold drink and good people. Would die for her family but before it even gets to that point she would kill anyone who got in between her and them. Would go to unknown lengths to do the literal impossible like bring her family back from the dead. Impeccable mother— impeccable friend— impeccable leader. IS SO FUCKING SEXY. Also kinda angsty lol.

A Favourite Song — Drops of Jupiter | Train

Despite what it may seem like, I didn’t choose this because I know it’s one of your faves. I chose it because when I think about you I think about little things. Dunkin donuts and bikini tops and mugs and pink purple blue bracelets and late night talks about nothing. The verses of this song talks about all the little things she does that makes him love her and that’s how I feel about you. I love you because you don’t say hi, you say things akin to “Finn Mikaelson deserves to feel sexy like the rest of his brothers” and I think this song has that energy.

A Favourite Movie — Treasure Planet

“You’re gonna’ rattle the stars, you are.”

A coming of age adventure story with an angsty main character and a happy ending— it’s perfect. Sometimes to find yourself you need to find a golden map, get your moms rich friend to fun your pirate ship, hire a sexy cat captain, and befriend a father figure whose also a villain. Sometimes you also have to let him get away at the end. It touches on themes of discovery, forgiveness, trauma, and self love. Jim is a capable sarcastic smart kid and his best friend is an awkward robot who talks too much— wow, it’s us. Please bring me to space school when you get accepted 😌

I hope this makes you smile on your birthday! I love you most 💕

[parabellum-rpg-archive]

Congratulations, Chris! You’ve been accepted to play Violet Costello. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: THIS WAS LITERALLY PERFECT. Everyone please read this and scream with me. The ending. I can’t even pretend to be professional right now. BYE. - Admin V

CHARACTER DESIRED

Violet Costello.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

Violet has always excelled, and while she never thought she’d excel at something like killing people, that wasn’t what was the real shocker about her profession – it was that it’d been so easy for her to abandon the morals her parents had instilled in her from birth. She never imagined she’d spend her adult years taking the lives of others. She most certainly never imagined she’d love it as much as she does. It releases the pressure, a pressure she’d never even knew she needed to release until she’d met Leon. Violet had always been the perfect young lady: intelligent, well-mannered, and with enough spirit to not let it tie her down. She could also be carefree and spontaneous – a side of her she never truly got to exercise until she’d moved away from home. Her mother insisted upon college, her father insisted upon her following her heart, both of them insisted she at least make something of herself. And she did. She just didn’t tell them exactly how.

When it comes to Leon, and what could be called one of her biggest failures, putting It’s Complicated as their relationship status would be an understatement. He makes her blood boil, not just because he pisses her off, but because Violet still has feelings for him, as much as she’s tried to strip them away. It’s why she’s refused to be in the same space as him, knowing full well she might find herself faced with the very feelings she’s trying to ignore. She knows it didn’t work out, she knows it was time for a divorce, yet they haven’t even signed the papers yet, and Violet isn’t entirely sure she wants to. She isn’t sure their relationship ending wasn’t just the result of naive youth. At the same time, she knows she doesn’t want to stay tied to this toxic relationship and she absolutely doesn’t want their relationship to put a strain on her occupation. Leon is a huge part of why she got to where she was now, and Violet will do whatever necessary to make sure they family knows that she doesn’t need him to stay where she’s at, or to climb even higher.

Violet has always had her mothers ambition and her fathers creativity, two assets that have served her well in her position among the Costello’s. Ruthless. Innovative. A problem solver. All she wants now is to succeed, to prove she is worth all the time they spent on her, and to show how much more valuable she can become.

As for the wedding, well, she’s with the general population when they say it’s probably a bad idea, but it isn’t her place to question Marcel, and the upcoming nuptials somehow seem far less stressful than the prospect of seeing her ex. As long as she keeps her head screwed on straight, as long as she keeps doing what she’s best at, as long as she doesn’t let her ridiculous emotions get the best of her, she’s sure she can and will excel.

WRITING SAMPLE

Just because a wedding was around the corner, didn’t mean Violet had any less work to do. Their entire world was a chess board and she had some pawns to move — if by move you meant obliterate completely. Anything that got them closer to checkmate, that was her purpose. The brunette was perched on the bar stool closest to the exit, eyes trained on the man who appeared to be her target. She hadn’t done the reconnaissance; Abel and Kai had taken care of that. All she had to go off of was an outfit and hair color, an uncommonly vague description given that she was here to kill the man. The only true defining factor was a room number. Worst case scenario, if she couldn’t spot him, she could just pop up to the room. Easy fucking peasy.

Violet didn’t question — it wasn’t her job to ask questions, just to follow through with the orders. She reveled in the pleasure that was snuffing out someone’s light, even more so now with family tensions making a room so thick you were sure you’d suffocate before the night was over.

So she watched. She watched him finish his drink, watched him toss down his payment, watched him gather himself before departing for the elevators. And she followed, despite the nagging feeling in her chest, despite the way this room, this hotel, felt like one of those tense family gatherings. Violet almost had the urge to dash out the automatic glass doors to suck in as much fresh air as her lungs could hold.

— - Then she saw him, saw exactly who she’d been sent here for, and she didn’t think she’d be able to make it to the doors if she tried.

There, standing before the elevators, was an all too familiar face. The chiseled jaw, lips turned down into a permanent frown, and those green eyes, those fucking eyes that made her feel like they could burn down the world together. The very ones that never failed to send a shiver down her spine and always drew her in, even when she tried her best to look away. Leon.

It didn’t make sense. Why? Why would his own family order this?

What had she missed? How was she supposed to this? Why her?

Her balance faltered, forcing her to press her back against the cool marble walls, eyes closed as she forced her breath to steady. In and out. Out and in. One, two, three…

All the way to fifty.

Get it together, bitch. Isn’t this what you dreamed of?

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“Fuck you, Leon!” Violet spat, shooting daggers across the room at him as she stuffed clothes into a duffel bag. “Don’t put words in my mouth!”

“I didn’t. It’s what you said, isn’t it?! Along with how you’re never gonna look back. So fuck off. Don’t look back. I know I won’t.” Leon returned her venom and she could feel the sting.

She would for months, doing her best to ignore the swelling left in its wake. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t.”

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Violet did her best to reach out to Abel, and then Kai, unable to wrap her head around why their cousin would be her mark. All she got in return was a simple: It is what it is. Just get it done. And so she would. She went up to his floor, sucked in a deep breath, and knocked on the door to his room. Violet was a knot of nerves, trembling under the surface and gathering in her throat. So much so, she could barely get a word out when Leon answered the door.

So she didn’t.

Instead, she delivered a palm to his throat, forcing her way in and kicking the door shut behind her. Leon only took a few moments to compose himself, immediately launching himself at her, his fist making firm contact with her jaw, filling her vision with a flash of light, causing her to falter and fall against the bed. It wasn’t just the hit. It was him. He made her falter. And within seconds he was on top of her and not in the way she used to love so much. His hands were on her throat and she was taken back to all the times they fought, when she had felt just like this, only he hadn’t even needed to use his hands. Hell, he hadn’t even needed to use his words. He’d always been able to steal her breath away, whether through love or anger, and now, now it was entirely possible she’d die from it. Her mouth gaped open as she struggled for air.

No.

Violet promised herself Leon wouldn’t be the end of her and it was a promise she intended to keep.

There was a clock on the bedside table, and Violet stretched her arm to reach it, fingertips brushing against the plastic, edging it closer and closer until she was able to wrap them around it and bring it down on Leon’s skull. It wasn’t enough to really injure him, but it was enough to give her the space she needed to turn the tables. Now it was her on top, her delivering the punch, and her with her hands on his throat.

Don’t let up. Just do it. Just fucking end it now.

Click!

Violet knew that sound — it was the safety of a gun, followed by someone clearing their throat. She released a heavy sigh, reluctantly peering behind her to see who’d stolen the advantage. “What?”

“Hey babe,” Leon’s voice bounced back at her, gun aimed at her face, “Thought you said you’d never look back.” And before she could look at the man underneath her, before she could piece together any of it, to understand what the fuck was going on, he pulled the trigger.

Violet awoke, her chest on fire as she gasped for breath, a mass of glistening limbs tangled in damp sheets. Of course. A fucking dream. A fucking stupid, clichedream about her stupid, cliche marriage, and her even stupider fucking feelings. She tried to see the time, neon numbers blurring into focus: 2:43AM.

She’d never get to sleep now.

When she got up, she caught sight of her wedding ring on the dresser. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered to herself, and with a furious growl, she swiped her hand across the surface, sending everything, including that ring, onto the floor.

[onelovewonderwoman]

Protect You || Chapter i/?

MY BITCH @running-outta-time PUT ME IN A WRITING MOOD I LOVE HER CAUSE I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING DONE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER. I've been wanting to write this for such a long time because I've never really read anything like this before. Like not the fact that the reader's someone that's cut off, but it's more like how the reader who is fem!reader, is very much more dominant and peter is (let's all just admit it) a submissive ass little smol bean. Like come on. I'm just really, really excited for this one, and I hope you guys like it. 

 tags : @running-outta-time 

 words : 1450 

Masterlist 

Protect You Masterlist

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Peter Parker had never imagined falling deeply in love with a girl whom he very much feared… in a weird way. 

It was scary. 

He would stir up scenarios in his head about what it would be like to be able to hold you, kiss you… love you; what it would be like to let him love you. 

But due to the fact that you were one of the most intimidating (yet chill) people in school stood in the way. 

You’d transferred to the school in ninth grade, coming off a friendly and very much humorous and sarcastic; and that you stayed. 

However, Flash Thompson had learned not to mess with you the hard way; everyone from then on learned not to mess with you. It was after he'd picked on a girl for her weight, calling her names and relentlessly poking and prodding at her, that you'd held tight onto the collar of his shirt, shoved him into the lockers, and punched him right in the gut. You got off with two weeks of detention and a warning. 

Despite people being scared of you, you were trusted… with a lot. 

After three months of you being there you'd become the person who knew everything that went on in the school and everyone's personal lives. Whenever someone would ask for ‘gossip’ from you, you'd always reply with, “I don't spill shit, man.” 

You became almost the whole school’s problem solver, or advice giver. You became the designated best friend. 

It was a thing; you'd be their best friend when they needed it, but never, have you ever let someone be your best friend. 

Best friend, as in letting someone in, know what the hell goes on in your life, and trusting them to tell no one. 

You kept all that shit private. No one could be trusted. Except you. And you're, well, you. So you have yourself, and it's always been fine that way. 

You made that clear to anybody who tried to get close to you emotionally and mentally. Including Peter Parker. 

You hung out with Peter a lot, actually. Along with his long time friend, Ned, too, of course. 

Their intellect challenged yours, but you often found yourself with them due to the outrageous amount of bullying.

You'd defended them both against some meat heads who, for some reason, went to your very high profile school for gifted and smart kids four and a half months into ninth grade.

You'd thought nothing of it, standing up for the underdog, however Peter found himself starting to fall for you that day.

Another two weeks later, you found Peter in another similar situation, and rescued his ass once again.

After another month of doing so, you confronted him by saying, “You're one weak ass motherfucker, aren't you?” Only for you to be met with a blush and stuttering words, and for him to be met with you sitting with him and Ned at lunch the next day, and from then on.

You admit, throughout out the whole year you'd gotten to know Peter, you'd grown a soft spot for the boy; but never did that change your dominant, smooth persona in front of him or anyone else.

Throughout the whole year that you'd been friends with Peter, he'd seen it as an opportunity to get as close as possible to you. At least attempt to.

Not even emotionally or mentally by this point. He'd given up on that three months after you first sat with him and Ned.

The poor boy spent his year infatuated despite being intimidated with you, and you didn't even know it despite you ‘all knowing’ reputation. And you, poor girl, spent your year being followed around by said boy as though he were a lost puppy.

You'd always thought of it as him trying to cling onto the little protection he had from you.

It was overall that you'd spent your life defending other people who weren't able to defend themselves, and help others, no matter who they were, with their issues.

Overall, you made their problems your problems to fix.

And now you had to fix your little lost puppy’s problem today, January 14, 2017.

“Hey, Parker!” Flash spoke into the microphone of the DJ’s spin table, “Where’s that girlfriend of yours you were talking about, huh?”

You, Ned, and Peter had just entered a party the popular Liz Allan was throwing.

Peter stood there mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

Earlier on at school, Flash had been taunting Peter about his love life and how he couldn't get a girl, unbeknownst to you, and Peter had replied with, “I-I have a girlfriend! I really pretty one too!”

Flash then proceeded to challenged Peter and told him to bring said girlfriend with him, still, unbeknownst to you.

“What,” Flash laughed, “Did your old pal, Spider-Man, steal her from you?”

Everyone around you three began to laugh, some looked at Peter with sympathy.

“I-I,” Peter started, but gave up and hung his head in embarrassment.

You been quick and thoughtless about consequences, only thinking of protecting the boy you'd grown to care for, when you shouted over the laughter, “How about you all shut the fuck up, cause he ain't lying.”

Flash chuckled into the mic, “Oh, what are you gonna say to defend him, Y/N? Does his girlfriend have something else to do tonight? Oh, oh, or maybe she lives all the way in Canada or some shit.”

You squinted at him and snarled, “Imma say she’s right here.”

You turned quickly, not thinking, and grabbed the collar of Peter’s flannel with both hands, pulled him as close to you as possible, and slammed your lips into his.

Peter’s eyes were open and shocked until he began to ease into the kiss and close his eyes. This was the moment he'd dreamed for since the first time you'd defended him.

Gasps were heard as your lips melded into to his for the first time.

Pulling away after a good ten seconds, which felt like only a blissful moment to Peter, you took a good look at him before letting go of his shirt collar.

His cheeks were flushed, eyes and mouth were wide in shock, and lips were slightly swollen.

You turned away from him to look at Flash, “You wanna say something else, or not get your ass kicked?”

Flash opened and closed his mouth a few times before growling and putting down the microphone, only to stalk off to somewhere in the spacious house.

Everyone continued to stare until you shouted at them, “Everybody get back to what you were doing, or else I’ll find creative things to shove up creative places on your body.”

That made the music start up again, everyone resume their conversation, and maybe start a new one about what the hell just happened in the middle of the party.

Peter still hadn't spoken, not knowing what to say.

“What the hell were you thinking when you told Flash you had a girlfriend?” You questioned Peter after you'd managed to find and pull him into a room in the house without people in there getting it on.

Peter stood there wide eyed and unsure of what to say, “I-I, um, I-I don’t kn-know?” He bowed his head

You sighed and put your thumb and index finger on the bridge of your nose and turned so your side was facing Peter.

“You do realize we have to keep this up if you don't want to be a joke, right?”

Peter looked up, eyes still wide, “You'd pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Peter had hoped that when he had the chance to be with you, especially with other people knowing, that it would be something real, but he'd take pretend. He'd take anything from you by that point.

You huffed before turning to look at him sternly, “Yes, but,” you held up a finger at his excited face, “Nothing changes. No holding hands, no hugs, no kisses, no pet names or any of that shit.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “But how will people believe that we're toget-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” You put your finger on his lips and shook your head, “My rules. People know me, and my reputation. So do you. We will go to homecoming together and we'll use the whole boyfriend and girlfriend title, that's it. Understood?”

Peter nodded his head vigorously, “Yeah.”

“Good,” You said before shaking your head, began to walk towards the door, and started muttering to yourself, “I'm an idiot, an idiot. You help this god damn lost puppy and this is what you get. I need a drink.”