#but no one does where I live bc of the fact is almost always cloudy

[spoofyleaf]

I’ve been trying to fix my sleep schedule, and so far it’s been me sleeping for a couple hours when I get back home, and then just,,, being awake all night and all next day until I get back home. Weekends are uhh,,, yeah.

[cherryrogers]

when dusk falls {2}

DYING LIGHT

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | royal au

warnings: mentions of death, angst — reader is in her sad hours :/

summary: As you arrive in Hydra, you reluctantly begin to adjust to your new life.

a/n: i can’t express how excited i am to get into this story. i’m so impatient i was mad that this is only chapter 2 bc i want to get deep into the plot so bad :( for now, i offer you a part that should be titled ‘rambling about random story aspects that add nothing to the plot’..... enjoy !!

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The journey from Taria was everything but pleasant.

As the carriage was pulled further and further away from your beloved palace, you made sure to consume every ounce of green expanse before you reached the land borders, refusing to let the gorgeous greenery of your home fade from your mind in years to come.

Brock nattered endlessly in his seat beside you, almost pressed against you in the small space. You didn’t hear a word of it, tuning out the unnerving rasp of his voice, only focusing on the vibrancy through the window.

Passing cosy villages, and brilliant gardens, and glimmering lakes, you concluded that Taria would be a hard place for anyone to forget, nevermind it’s own princess. You noticed the smiling faces and giggling children as you passed through the Roseleaf village, one of the larger residential areas on the east of the land. The carefully tended front gardens filled with an array of rainbow hues, the young couples walking hand in hand along the paved road, the little red robins flitting from tree to tree — you took it all in.

You were sitting in that carriage for Taria; its people, its nature, its values. Being sent away to a bitter nightmare of a land for the sake of your kingdom’s safety and happiness. Because that’s what a princess would do for her land. Protect it with her life.

The promise of its safety was the sole thing stopping you from breaking down into sobs next to Brock. There was no choice, there never would be between your freedom and your people.

The last bearable moment of your journey ended when the carriage reached the end of Taria, and the beginning of the Heartlen Ocean — the body of water that connected Taria and Hydra.

You’d been transferred onto a large sailing boat, one significantly bigger than the rowing boats scattered along the docks. In a tiny cabin below the main deck of the ship, you were escorted to and told to rest, as the voyage across the sea would be long and the waters would only be calm for another few hours. Of course, the seas around Hydra were vicious and rough, but you refused to sleep under their watch. You couldn’t if you wanted to. Every emotion under the sun was coursing through your veins; fear, anger, despair. Putting your mind at rest was impossible. It was as if they’d disregarded the fact they’d practically kidnapped you, and were complicit in the agreement that was forcing you into sudden marriage with the son of a cruel dictator.

You feared you’d never sleep peacefully again.

It took seven hours to arrive at Hydra. During that time, you’d remained under the deck, quiet as a mouse. Staring at the divots in the dark wood of the ship, knees tucked tightly to your chest, bare feet almost numb from the drop in temperature as you entered Hydra’s vicinity.

Thinking about Sharon, how adamant she was on getting you out of Taria before you could be taken. About Steve, who’d been burdened with the knowledge of the agreement and sworn to secrecy. About your parents, who entirely blamed themselves for the ordeal, even while having no other choice.

Perhaps if they’d sailed back a little earlier, noticed the signs of early labour quicker, or just not been so foolish as to seek help from the most selfish man on the planet, their daughter would be safe at home. Their princess. And she’d be free, happy.

But it was too late. It’d been too late from the moment their little rowing boat left the docks twenty years prior.

Seven hours, and you’d ended up in the bitter Kingdom of Hydra. Two soldiers escorted you off the boat, rushing you towards another black carriage identical to the one you’d been taken in at the palace. The sky had fallen significantly darker, a thick grey mist shielding the ground below from the sun’s warmth. Icy air bit at your skin, had your teeth chattering and lips numb the second you rose from below the ship’s deck.

Those around you remained unfazed, used to the freezing climate. To the dull skies and unsaturated expanse. Taria was to them what Hydra was to you — an entirely different reality.

Brock noticed you shivering in the carriage beside him, chuckling mockingly at your discomfort. Ignoring him, your eyes burned holes in the fabric of your dress in your lap. You didn’t want to let your gaze wander outside, seeing a cold, monotonous space rather than the colourful liveliness you adored back home.

Again, you passed through villages. Villages that were anything but reflections of those in Taria. The houses were much smaller, more compact than cozy. No quaint plants and shrubs complimenting the open front of the house, no bouncing children or chirping birds. Each house appeared identical, and not a soul was in sight. Likely huddling up in their homes, out of the cutting wind that’d soon transform into a bustling blizzard.

You caught sight of a figure in the window of the last home along the lane, only for a moment. A child, a boy. His high cheekbones and pin-straight nose stuck out to you. A frown played on his lips as he observed the carriage travel by, the same one he’d seen the day before, led by the same dark horses that sent shivers down his spine.

Cheering up the children back home seemed to be a gift you possessed. Not that they often weren’t baring toothy smiles, but when they wandered the palace garden and the markets with a solemn expression for whatever reason that day, it was instinct for you to lift their spirits. A box of red velvet cupcakes or some children’s books that’d been sitting in your library for years seemed to do the trick, and each and every time, it was heartwarming to watch the light reappear in their doe eyes.

Yet that boy, along with the thousands of other children living day-to-day under King Alexander’s rule — their happiness wasn’t something you could provide them with. Not when the man was stripping you of your own joy. When you were losing the light you were always eager to share with those who needed it.

If Taria was the planet’s garden, then Hydra was it’s graveyard. A place where dreams died before they could even begin to flourish. Where nobody desired to live, where too many people were forced into a meagre existence. And you were simply another soul Hydra had stolen for itself.

Another couple of hours passed again until the castle finally came into sight, only barely among the cloudiness of the night. The castle you’d only heard horror stories about, where too much blood had been shed and lives lost. And it was where you were going to live for the rest of your days. The thought alone put a deep frown on your lips.

You were exhausted. It’d been an early rise for you that morning; up and ready by eight o’clock, you took a trip to the markets before it was busy and stock was selling fast. You were to be back by nine for breakfast with your parents, but one of the merchants had been insisting you tried one of her cinnamon sugar pretzels, doused with golden syrup, which were usually sold out within hours of the stall opening. The sweet treat was delicious, you’d found, and you’d bought three more to bring back to Sharon and your parents.

A simple, lovely morning. And how quickly the day turned sour.

The urge to sleep was tugging at your eyelids, but you suppressed the need, nipping at your wrist to keep yourself awake. You’d have to succumb to sleep eventually, but you’d do it in the comfort of a bed far away from any soldiers, far away from Brock. Still, the thought of falling into such a vulnerable state, in the castle appearing more and more enormous as the carriage approached it, was indeed unnerving.

It looked like something out of a story book. Dark grey brick, looming towers with tall turrets atop them, an unnecessarily large gate guarding the inside — the image of a villain’s abode.

All underneath a shadow black sky, without a star in sight. No light, no hope. Only darkness.

The carriage continued along a winding, rubble path, it’s destination being the towering gate where six soldiers stood guard. With every yard you grew closer, your heart only pounded harder against your ribs. You’d truly fallen into a never ending nightmare; reaching the castle was only the beginning of it.

It was so cold. The thin dress and lack of any footing was certainly not helping your cause. As the carriage came to a final stop, your legs only barely allowed you to climb out of the transport without slipping to your knees. A soldier remained by your side, silent and still, while Brock ordered the remaining men to take the horses back to the stables.

Upon spying their commander, the soldiers stood guard ordered for the portcullis to be lifted, and soon an echoing clanging noise filled your ears.

While you weren’t eager to enter, the cold had already numbed your fingers and toes. You feared you’d fall ill if you were outside any longer, not that you imagined the inside of such a menacing castle would be any more comfortable.

“Inform the king of our arrival as soon as he wakes.” Brock called out to the lone soldier, who nodded curtly before marching away, into the darkness of the castle corridors.

Like a baby deer, you were left shivering in the cold, eyes wide and legs stiff. Brock took his sweet time striding over to you, before his lips curled into a condescending smile.

“Welcome home, Princess,” He teased, making a gesture towards the enigma of a building behind him. “Allow me to escort you to your chambers.”

With reluctance, you followed him into the castle, wincing at the clang of the gate beginning to shut again behind you.

The stone pavement of the castle was hard against the soles of your feet, as you paced quickly to keep up with Brock’s stalk. Lanterns scattered along the thick brick walls illuminated what would be the pitch black hall he walked you down, a faint smoky scent in the air.

For what felt like hours, you winded around corners and through halls, wondering if you’d ever make it to your chambers. Brock talked, asking silly, mocking questions that you didn’t waste your breath answering, arms crossed firmly over your chest.

Until he said something that made your blood boil a little hotter in your freezing body.

“I’m in shock of your compliance, Princess,” He smirked over his shoulder as he guided you up a dark staircase. “Already accepting the King’s plans for you?”

A scowl pulled at your lips. “I haven’t accepted anything. This isn’t compliance, this is me being here to protect my own.”

“Ah, she speaks!” Brock chuckled grimly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the narrow stairway. “Can she put a smile on, too?”

You ignored him. He laughed again, expecting it.

At the top of the stairs, a long corridor presented itself, identical to the hundred you’d already walked through. It was only at the very end of it that you finally stood still, eyes landing on an old wooden door, deep brown with no pattern etched into it. So plain, so dull — you’d never seen a castle so ancient with so little life.

“This room has been assigned to you until you and the prince are wed,” Brock spoke, pressing a rough hand to the door handle and pushing it open. “A maid will arrive when you wake to prepare you for the morning.”

“The morning?” You raised a brow.

“When you are to meet the king,” A grin tugged at his lips. “He is indeed eager to meet his future daughter-in-law.”

The feeling isn’t mutual, you thought, but kept it to yourself as you shuffled through the open door.

A singular lantern to your left enlightened the space before you.

Dreary like the rest of the castle, the room almost blended into the deep sky through the large window straight ahead of you. Translucent navy drapes hung from the chestnut bed frame, the singular bed topped with a sheet of similar colouring tucked into the corner of the room. A tall closet opposed it, likely filled with dresses that the maids had tailored to your size (however they learned that information). The hardwood flooring pressed into your feet; you already missed the soft crimson carpet that covered the expanse of your bedroom back home. There was a door off to the left, presumably leading into a small bathing room, and a long silver mirror on the other wall reflected its dark presence against the smoky grey brick.

And that was all. No books, no chestnut desk to sit at and swipe red on your lips or rose on your cheeks. Nothing to simply pass the time of waiting for a wedding you were utterly dreading.

Brock grinned a goodnight from the corridor, and you couldn’t even turn around before the echo of his boots filled the narrow, empty space.

A frown immediately pulled at your lips, as you gently closed the door behind you, the click of the lock prompting tears to form in the corners of your eyes.

As you tenderly removed your dress, hanging it up in the back of the wardrobe, you bit your lip to keep your emotions at bay. The braclets you’d slipped on at home remained on your wrist, a reminder of where you truly belonged. You played with them as you blew out the candle light, stealing the only spec of warmth from the room.

The nightdress you’d been given was thin, the creamy linen not doing much to shield you from the icy air that managed to nip at you in every corner of the castle. Sighing, you padded over to the bed, climbing under the fresh sheets, and that’s when the first tear fell. Burning hot as it trickled down your cool cheek.

That bitter night, you weren’t blessed with the pleasure of a long slumber. One salty tear turned into two, and two into many, many more.

And so, your most disconcerting nightmare began.

* * *

Dreams were deadly; you soon learned that after waking from your first night of sleep in the grand castle situated at the very bottom of Hydra’s land.

Perhaps a nightmare would’ve been easier on your mind. It certainly would’ve prepared you for the daunting reality you’d wake up to in a few mere hours. Because you dreamt that you were back in Taria. That Hydra’s soldiers didn’t step foot on your home land, that you’d finished that chapter of your enthralling novel, that Sharon returned to the library with a steaming cup of chamomile tea, and the two of you rested there for the remainder of the day. Uninterrupted, safe.

A soft but urgent knock on your bedroom door woke you from the sweet dream that morning, and upon recognising the drab setting you were in — still dark, the sun rays being rejected rudely by the thick heavy clouds encompassing the land — the harsh reality of your new life came flooding back.

Creaking quietly, the bedroom door opened ajar, an unfamiliar figure peeking through into the room. A woman, a girl even. She couldn’t have been older than eighteen. Her eyes widened as they drifted to the corner of the room, spying you still clutching the navy bed sheets to your chin.

“Forgive me, I didn't mean to wake you; I was told to come here at ten on the dot. My name is Wanda, I was happy to learn I’ve been assigned as your maid, Princess.”

Blinking, your vision became a little clearer. Clear enough to assess the girl frozen in her place in the doorway. Strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back, pulled back loosely at her neck with a burgundy ribbon. As you propped yourself against the headboard of the bed, her doe eyes got impossibly wider. Brushing out the creases of her moss green skirt, she stood taller, pressing her lips into a thin line.

So nervous in your presence, she seemed. You wondered if the treatment she received from the royals of Hydra had something to do with it.

“It’s— It’s quite alright.” You swallowed, possibly more anxious than she was. If you weren’t so exhausted from the journey to the castle, you likely wouldn’t have slipped into a slumber so easily. That was after you’d sobbed until air could no longer be snatched from your lungs, and you drifted off with a sore throat and tear tracks staining your cheeks.

You’d fallen asleep between the same walls as one of the most ruthless kings to date, as well as an army of remorseless soldiers ready to comply with his every order. The thought made you shudder; that, and the sheets falling from your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool room.

Wanda crinkled her brows, picking up on your discomfort. Slowly, as if not to cause you any more distress, she slipped between the open door and closed it behind her.

“I’ll run a hot bath for you, Your Highness. I’m afraid it’ll have to be quick; King Alexander would like you escorted to the throne room within the hour.”

You remained quiet. Still barely awake, still barely able to comprehend the situation you’d so quickly fallen into.

The maid clasped her hands in front of her, considering her next words carefully before offering the tip of her lips. “I understand that you only arrived here a mere several hours ago, Your Highness — I think a warm bath will only do you good, if I may say.”

It would have certainly been nice, considering the climate you’d been forced into abruptly. You’d picked up on some of Brock’s ramblings in the carriage the night before; he’d said something about a blizzard being on its way. Judging by the thick fog and the chill already bringing goosebumps to your skin, he was right. You weren’t looking forward to the process of adapting to the weather.

As soon you gave Wanda the faintest hint of a nod, the girl rushed towards the adjoining bathing room you had yet to familiarise yourself with, and soon enough the harsh streaming of water began to fully wake you for the morning.

Lavender swarmed your senses as you stepped into the small room, observing Wanda as she swirled oil into the warm water with a delicate hand. Throwing a smile over her shoulder, the maid shook off her hand before wiping it quickly on her skirt.

“I hand-picked the lavender and made the oil myself this morning. I’ll be honest, I’m not meant to leave the castle unless I’m ordered to do so, but with a storm brewing, I was eager to collect as many herbs and flowers as possible before my duties for the day started,” A soft chuckle left her lips, before she shook her head, a rosy tint pooling in her cheeks. “Forgive me, I— I haven’t served a lady in several years. I can’t imagine my rambling would amuse the men of the castle.”

If your mood hadn’t been so sour, perhaps you would have smiled at her excitement. The happiness others radiated you tended to absorb; no wonder every moment on Taria was an enjoyable one.

It astounded you how bubbly the strawberry blonde appeared. A delicate daisy in a daunting forest — she bloomed without sunlight. Of course, it could’ve been an act in front of the prince's bride-to-be, but there was a certain spark to her that felt genuine. Maybe it really was because of the presence of another woman.

King Alexander’s wife — the former queen of Hydra — had died almost a decade earlier. Being so young and out of the loop with politics and the states of other kingdoms, you hadn’t heard much about her at all. Even if you were older, you’d likely not hear anything more. If she ever engaged in politics, attended balls or kept in touch with other queens across the seas, she was very quiet in doing so. Queen Mara of Hydra — the only time you heard her name spoken was when she passed. As a child, when the severity of death and its impact on kingdoms was so foreign to you.

You assumed Wanda used to serve the late queen; perhaps she was more pleasant than her husband. For Wanda’s sake, you could only have hoped so.

“Thank you, Wanda.” You spoke, voice barely above a whisper. The maid wouldn’t have heard you if she was standing any further away.

But she did, and she curtsied in return. “Of course, Your Highness.”

The bath was nice, you’d admit. Like a warm hug after a long day. Except your day had barely started, and as soon as you were to step out of the heavenly hot water, you’d be pulling on a dress that wasn’t sewed by the dressmakers you’d known since childhood, making your way down to a throne room you were completely unfamiliar with, and meeting a king that you had no interest in ever crossing paths with.

And soon enough, that was where you were.

Stood in the centre of a cold room, face to face with a man you’d only heard terrible stories of.

Wanda had picked out a garnet red dress for the morning. You hadn’t owned many red dresses back on Taria, preferring cooler tones like emerald green and the royal blue attire you’d arrived in Hydra with. And that dress seemed to be the only one that actually fit, your new one pinching tight at the waist. Though when Wanda was only offering you compliments as she combed out your hair and polished your shoes, you weren’t about to complain.

It wasn’t the dress that was stealing the breath from your lungs, however. It was the monarch who sat proudly in his dark throne before you.

Four soldiers either side of the throne stared straight past you, as the king himself stared at you. Sandy blond hair laced with grey fell over his forehead, and he wore a solemn expression as he eyed the new arrival to his kingdom.

“Princess _____ of Taria,” Alexander spoke, the rasp in his voice bringing goosebumps to your skin. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance.”

You remained stoic, refusing to meet the eyes of a king who was more monster than man. As you looked to the right of the throne, you spied Brock among the soldiers too, observing you with interest.

The king soon realised that you were immensely uncomfortable; it wasn’t like he’d expected you to act any different.

He glanced over his shoulder, silently calling Brock over. The commander was at his side almost immediately. So cocky in front of you, and so obedient to the king — typical.

“Take the soldiers outside,” He ordered calmly, before leaning forward to murmur something inaudible to Brock, who nodded firmly, then making a swift exit with the ever-submissive soldiers behind him.

Soon enough, you and the king were left alone. The silence was deafening as you awaited his next words, both reluctantly and with anticipation.

The throne room was so large, so intimidating. Walls scattered with grand portraits of previous monarchs, small square windows barely letting any sunlight pour through; not to mention how your hands were almost numb. It was difficult not to miss the beaming sun in Taria, how it would seep through the curtains on a bright morning, how the warmth would dance across your skin and the light would reflect in your eyes.

It was almost as if Hydra completely blocked it out.

The king exhaled, clasping his hands in his lap as he leaned back in his seat. “If you have anything you would like to say, by all means, don’t keep quiet on my account.”

Considering him for a moment, you tightened your jaw. It was like he could sense the hundreds of questions swarming your mind. While you worried that he wouldn’t be so impressed with what you wanted to say to him, he couldn’t reprimand you for anything. Not when you were to marry his son. Anything you said wouldn’t matter once you left the room; he’d had your fate in his hands since the moment you were born.

Your eyes flit to his, tears burning at the back of them. “My parents were desperate for your help—”

“And I helped them.” He commented nonchalantly; his disinterest feeling like a slap to the face.

“You took advantage of them,” You corrected him, not appreciating the interruption. “They wouldn’t have accepted your deal if my mother’s life wasn’t at stake.”

Idly fiddling with the rings encircling his fingers, Alexander sighed. “Things have a certain way of falling into place, I believe. I’m not sure it’s a coincidence that your mother happened to go into labour on the same day that her and your father decided to sail across the Heartlen Ocean, stray further from Taria than they ever had before, leaving Hydra’s help as their own hope.”

“This was never meant to happen, I refuse to believe that.” You shook your head. Taria was the only place you’d ever belong. Only selfish men like the king had a true place in Hydra.

“You were born here, Princess. You took your first breath of air in this castle. It was inevitable that you would find your way back.”

“I am not here by choice,” You insisted, resisting the urge to yell, to scream about how much you hated the man in front of you for snatching your life away right before your eyes. “Hydra has allies, with kings and queens that would be more than glad to arrange a marriage between their daughters and your son, yet you chose Taria’s princess before I was even born — why?”

Hydra’s group of allies were certainly limited, but they weren’t the only kingdom that idealised a dictatorship and control over every aspect of their land. The king could have made strong connections with them, people who shared his mentality, his brutal methods. But he didn’t. He did the complete opposite, and that was extremely odd.

The king contemplated answering the question, he truly did. Words hanging from the tip of his tongue. But instead, he waved you off with a steady hand. “The answer to that will be clear in due time.”

You narrowed your eyes, about to protest, but you were soon interrupted by his booming voice unexpectedly.

“Bring in the Asset.”

His stare diverted, until it was focused on something behind you. Heavy footsteps clambered outside the room, along the echoey hall until they reached the doors of the throne room. They opened with an eerie creak, and upon throwing a look over your shoulder, your breath immediately hitched.

Three soldiers stood either side of, well, another soldier. But he wasn’t like them, not at all. His presence managed to freeze you in your stance, unable to fully turn around.

He was tall, a great deal taller than the other soldiers. Dark, untamed locks fell around his angular face, framing his sharp jaw and chiselled cheekbones. And he was so broad. The soldier attire almost looked more fitting on him, with his wide shoulders and muscular thighs. Protecting his shoulders were the same metal plates, with that same red star imprinted on the left side. A gasp almost escaped your lips when you noticed his arm, shimmering silver even in the dull light. The man, he couldn’t be another mere soldier. And he wasn’t — they called him the Asset.

For some reason, they wanted you to meet him.

With a proud expression, Brock met your eyes as he led the soldier in your direction, stopping only a foot away before he stepped to the side.

You swallowed, forcing your body to turn around, and you were met with perhaps the only splash of bright colour in the castle.

Azure blue eyes pierced into yours, making your palms clam and your knees weak. Unlike the other soldiers, he didn’t just stare past you; he stared through you, with eyes that were so blue yet so dim. His features remained blank, but even then his eyes burning into you made you feel small, almost too seen.

“I understand that you never took on a personal guard in Taria,” The king spoke from behind you. “I won’t be as foolish as your parents to leave you without one here.”

He gave a nod to Brock, who stepped towards you and the soldier, waving the other soldiers away with a hand. A grin tugged at his lips as he turned back to you. “The Asset is the best soldier we have. His only mission is to protect your life at all costs.”

Your brows pinched, and you just about managed to pull your eyes from the soldier’s to Brock’s. “Am I in such a state where I need a guard with that sole mission? Your best soldier, at that?”

“There are some cruel people living in Hydra, Princess. We wouldn’t want any of them getting their hands on you.” The man answered, practically smirked, knowing you’d already fallen into such hands.

But he was right, in a sense. Hydra’s royals weren’t exactly immune to danger. Rebellions were rare, but another one at any given time wasn’t an impossibility. Especially if the rebels believed your parents had chosen for you to marry into Hydra’s kingdom — you were fresh blood, and that made you an easy target for them.

If it wasn’t the rebels trying to hurt you, it’d be those that could simply for the fun of it. Because crime was so normalised there; everyone was constantly on edge, scared for their safety when night fell and silent shadows began to rome the unprotected villages. It was no way to live.

“He’ll be at your side at all times,” He continued. “Day and night; he’ll only rest when he must. Refer to him as ‘soldier’ and nothing else; he’s a guard, not your friend.”

You wouldn’t have expected anything else.

The king perked up from behind you, almost making you flinch. “Soldier, take the princess back to her chambers. A maid will arrive shortly with a meal for her.”

Huffing quietly, you glared over your shoulder. Apparently they weren’t stripping you of your freedom gradually, but completely all at once. Wonderful.

His expression remained nonchalant as he tipped his head at you. “I’m afraid my son is dealing with political affairs out of the kingdom today; he won’t be in attendance tonight. You’re to meet Isaac at breakfast tomorrow. I can assure you, he is looking forward to the pleasure of your company.”

If only you could say the same.

Your eyes turned back to the soldier, who had already spun around and was ready to comply with the king’s order. Soon enough, he was leading you out of the grand room, back to your sombre chambers.

The walk was silent; he wouldn’t talk to you, of course — it wasn’t in his job nature to do so. Even him, a tall, cold-eyed, man who was more muscle than anything else, was so obedient. Too obedient. So compliant that his expression never changed, he wouldn’t speak to you because he’d been strictly ordered not to, and his sole purpose was deemed to be the protection of your life. And he didn’t bat an eye. You wondered why. Why they were all soldiers first and humans not even second, but never at all.

You thought about the truth behind the soldier’s cold exterior for the rest of the dreary day.

Back in the throne room, seconds after he saw you wind around the corner into the dark corridor with your guard, Brock approached his king with a questioning crinkle in his brow.

“Your Highness, while I would never doubt your methods, I’m concerned that without a routine mind-wipe, we may begin to lose control over the Asset.”

Alexander considered his words. “Truthfully, I believe his brain has been tampered with enough to permanently erase his past from his mind. Alas, if he begins to show signs that his memory is recovering, you’ll know what to do.

As long as the princess doesn’t get any foolish ideas, the Asset shouldn’t pose a problem to us at all.”

[valravnocs]

I HAVE FOUR NEW OCS theyre Jr. OCs bc they’re made 2 go with Draha and Warren BUT im gonna post lil baby summaries of them all..... YES i have pics made but even tho the picrew maker says edits r allowed i feel bad........ so idk if im gonna post them or not lol *dies* ANYWAYS

all 4 of these dudes/dudettes r Kin (supernatural beings)

1) Frej (it/its + masc; gay)

Frej is an Ekimmu Netrunner.... roughly summarized from the Nightlife guide, it’s part of a race of kin, appearing as a gruesome corpse that’s born after someone breaks a vow to tend to a grave. Frej was twenty when it died in a car accident, and is one of the rare group of Kin associated with Draha who were born after the transition into the cyberpunk future of the 2020s. Coming from a low-ranking Corporate family, its parents abandoned its grave after both receiving large promotions (grief can disrupt corporate loyalty, after all). When reborn, Ekimmu maintain any and all injuries sustained before death, meaning Frej looks rather gruesome— that’s part of the reason it chose to become a Netrunner, living in the world of cyberspace where people only see its avatar; there’s a lot less fear and judgement on the Net. Moody and rash, Frej takes a long time to warm up to people, but it’s close friends with Eumelia. Vega and Cassian can’t stand it— they feel like it doesn’t take its work seriously enough. It and Eumelia share a morbid sense of humor, though, part of their ways of coping with being a reanimated corpse, and in Eumelia’s case being nearly 3,000 years old. When not jacked in to the Net, Frej tends to dress in bright colors and tacky fashions. He has bright pink hair, no eyes (he usually wears bandages over them), greyed skin and multiple large lacerations on his chest, hands, and smaller ones face (a cut lip, a cut on his forehead, and a chunk torn from his ear).

2) Vega (she/her; bi)

An Animate, Vega awoke in a panic and, upon seeing her body, crushed the head of her creator with her bare hands. That was when she knew if she wanted to live any normal sort of life, she’d have to become a Solo. The head of Draha’s entire squad of Solos, Vega is the best of the best of the best. Incredibly strong AND incredibly smart, Vega also gas excellent reflexes and always knows how to keep her cool. She’s close friends with Eumelia because their work often draws them together— with high quantities of cybernetics and regular weapons as well, if Vega ever needs a repair she goes directly to Eumelia. Vega is fairly close to Cassian as well, viewing him as a younger brother (even though he’s older than her in years). Though er body and mind are that of an approximately 36 year old woman, Vega has only truly been alive for about fifteen years. She’s rebellious and antisocial, rarely interacting with humans, even ones within Drahomír’s ranks. She keeps her hair in a curly black undercut, and her eyes are a cloudy white (she relies on cybernetics to see). Her skin is divided in patches of a dull green, grey, and normal flesh-colored, showing the variations of freshness among the corpses her creator used. The thick black stitching has become a fashion statement for her, as much as her ear, eyebrow, and tongue piercings.

3) Cassian (he/him)

He may look like a fourteen year old, but if you underestimate Cassian it will be the last thing you do. A water spirit called an Asrai, Cassian has actually been alive for forty-five years. He lives in the fountain outside Draha’s mansion, and acts as a lawyer for the vampire. Once working for one of the largest Kin-run corporations, he left that job when he realized he’d much rather avoid the ruthlessness of the corporate ladder. The most respected of Draha’s team and the most ruthless, Cassian benefits from the naturally high intelligence and cool of his race. Serious and aloof, Cassian rarely makes true friends, though he is relatively close to Vega, and he tolerates Eumelia. While he acknowledges Frej’s talent on the Net, he doesn’t think it should act anywhere near as childish as it does. Cassian has light blue-tinged skin and often sheds water droplets, with uniform blue-green eyes (no irises or pupils) and shimmering white hair. He dresses only in suits, generally tailor made because his body is both young in appearance and only around four and a half feet tall.

4) Eumelia (she/her; lesbian)

2,897 years old, Eumelia is a Medusa. Born in ancient Greece, her mother raised her within a small clan of Medusae, but a falling out would mean that eventually Eumelia would go off on her own. Much, much older than Draha, she has more than earned his respect through that fact alone— she doesn’t really have any aspirations for control, though. She’s seen men struggle for power and fail too many times. The best Techie in the business, Eumelia can make any sort of gadget or cybernetic implant your heart could desire, often spending time around Vega; they share a love for the weapons of the future. Casual and laid-back, many men who come to her underestimate her intelligence... and wind up turned to stone. While glamoured, she appears as a regular woman with green hair (the style varies)— when not glamoured, she has snakes for hair and batlike wings growing from her back, as well as luminescent yellow eyes. Her dress style tends to be rather free; why should she stop herself from wearing whatever she wants? She’s almost three thousand years old, after all. If she wants to wear just overalls and a bra with her high-heeled boots, goddamnit she’s gonna. She has a girlfriend currently, a Daemon also on Draha’s paycheck, and they’ve been happily together for about ten years. Eumelia gets along well with both Frej and Vega, but finds Cassian a little too uptight for her tastes.

[dcvereux]

* ╰    VICTORIA PEDRETTI┋have you met CLÉMENCE “EMMY” DEVEREUX ? she reminds me of a single star peeking through a cloudy sky, hesitant soft touches, a delicate golden pendant rested upon prominent collar bones, messy beds covered with half read books, windswept daisies dotted throughout a green meadow, soft velvet  bows securing wild hair,  stormy white capped seas,  internal battles that seem never ending  &  smiles hidden behind fingers. a  twenty year old ninth year hufflepuff, the intangible concept is known to be compassionate & observant, yet skeptical & reticent. that explains why they’re majoring in care of magical creatures. rumour has it, emmy is siding with the neutrals in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon. 

hey, hi, hello!!! i’m bronny, i’m 22 and from new zealand ( probably one of the worst timezones but ) and i’m so excited to be here?? i’ve missed playing my daughter emmy (also goes by clém but it’s mostly her family that calls her that, they ain’t a fan of the name emmy ) and i’m so happy to be here and writing her again!!!

anyway, you’re probably not here to listen to me rambling. you’re here for my smol slytherin turned hufflepuff kiddo. i won’t list everything here though because i have a full about page for her here with a bio up ( RIGHT HERE ) that has everything you need to know about her and even though it’s long it’ll really help you understand her!!

extras: this edit is really all that matters!!! there’s also a spotify playlist but you may need to @ me for that if you want to hear it bc i’m pretty sure last time i linked it on tumblr i got hacked, rip.

BUT I’LL GIVE YOU A LITTLE INSIGHT INTO HER PERSONALITY RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW:

basically she appears to be a very optimistic and positive and lowkey just like a lil ray of sunshine and for the most part it’s who she is?? only wants the best for people and tries her hardest to not judge no matter where the person comes from or who they are??  but underneath it all she’s actually quite a conflicted and lost person??  

she’s grown up in a family that is somehow the complete opposite of her and even if she’s tried to keep a hold of who she is or at least who she wants to be, there’s no denying that there is a part of her that fits in with her family and it does come out every now and again bc listen….even if her parents love her, there’s no denying that they attempted to try and drag the more ‘slytherin’ side of her out more whenever they got the chance bc they can’t help but think she’s weak??

but when she’s upset or angry, the harder/darker side of her comes out?? she can almost do a 180 on her whole personality if something pushes her a little too far, like the light you can probably see in her features just switches off and she gets this darkness to her and will do and say whatever she needs to get herself out of the situation and she lowkey hates it. which is why she prefers to try and keep her emotions at bay the majority of time?? she kind of just needs to learn to figure out how to use that darker side of her for something good??  bc even though she feels as if she’s a true hufflepuff ( even if she still has her moments bc how can i be a hufflepuff when i have this darker side of me that would do anything to survive ), all her life she’s been brought up in a household full of slytherin’s and it’s all she’s known and quite a few of the most important people in her life are slytherin’s and all are death eaters/followers of voldemort and it pulls her bc…she’s loyal to a fault but she knows deep down she doesn’t agree with anything her family does but if she leaves them, it means she loses her family and she’s not sure if she’d be able to handle that??

basically voldemort rising and her family returning to his side makes it feel like her worst nightmare is coming true!!!! because she knows one day she’ll ended up having to decide between either the life she’d created for herself at hogwarts and abandon her family or chose her family and abandon her friends and possibly even who she truly is?? help her SHE���S JUST A TERRIFIED AND LOST KID, HELP HER BEFORE SHE DOES SOMETHING IDIOTIC ( someone just convince her to pick a side honestly ).

majoring in magizoology ( i’m just an idiot who put care of magical creatures instead of magizoology on her app ) which her parents aren’t the FONDEST of, they’d prefer if she was majoring in literally anything else and they haven’t been afraid of speaking their minds about it, but it was the first time she put her foot down for something she WANTED and she hasn’t been happier.

currently one of the neutrals but who knows what’s going to happen!!

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

any of the plots below can be expanded on or changed slightly!! so feel free to use them as a guide and we talk out any changes you’d possibly like to make!!

we come from the same side, i know you; it's always been the two of them. they were the shining light during the family gatherings and events growing up for emmy. they were the one person she could always count on no matter what and no matter how different they may appear at times they brought out the best in each other. the day emmy was sorted into hufflepuff, and them in slytherin, was something she'd been hoping and praying wouldn't happen—they were meant to be her rock and her theirs and as time went on, emmy always expected them to pull away from her like many had. but they never did. they'd always known she was different to many slytherins before they were even officially slytherins, nothing had changed for them and emmy couldn't be anymore grateful for them sticking by her side. losing them would have to be one of her worst nightmares, especially since danger has been brewing. they're the only person that truly knows her and she’d do anything for them no matter what. ( open to a slytherin )

offended that I walk the line; for all emmy’s life, they’ve been there by her side. maybe it was their families that first put them in front of each other but for the first 14 years of their lives they were deemed best friends. but the day emmy was sorted into hufflepuff was the day they began to lose each other. though emmy desperately tried to keep their friendship, it was impossible for them to wrap their heads around the fact emmy was a hufflepuff and beginning to show qualities they’d been taught to never display. with every passing year, emmy drifted further and further away from the life they were both meant to be mixed up in. it was obvious to them that emmy no longer held the same beliefs they and their families had and it’s a struggle for both of them to accept the fact that they no longer stand on the same side. ( open to a pureblood and/or slytherin )    

to help me see myself clearer; meeting them was the first step in emmy slowly beginning to turn away from everything she knows. all her life she’d been taught to be one thing, act in a certain way. but meeting them made her rethink everything. they showed her that the way she was wired, the way she was different to her family, was okay. who she was, was okay. though in return, emmy showed them that the world wasn’t just black and white. she came from a world full of darkness but she still managed to let the light in. they both taught each other something they never thought was possible, nothing is straight forward. ( open to anyone but a slytherin )

so I wait at the gates of your fortress; they are the one person that showed her what it’s like to feel loved and truly cared about. they are the most important person in her life but emmy can’t even begin to think about getting them mixed up in the nightmare that is her family. she’s done everything in her power to keep them away from her family but as the threat and danger grows emmy wanted them nowhere near the world she may eventually be dragged into when the time comes to make a decision. after a year or so of dating, emmy broke things off. she left a lot of things unsaid and hardly gave them an explanation about why she was breaking up with them. all she gave them was a “it’s for the better, trust me, you deserve so much more than what I can give you,” as she left them standing by the great lake. but she couldn’t let them go completely, they’ve stayed friends but it’s almost impossible for them to be in the same room. it’s clear the two still love each other but emmy refuses to let them put themselves in the line of fire. ( open to anyone but a slytherin and/or a pureblood )  

Emmy’s looser plot ideas can be found here!!

i’m all for plotting, so if you’re interested in any of the above plots or the looser plots on her connections page, just let me know by im-ing me ( i’m the worst, please don’t be afraid to do so, i’ll love you ) or giving this a little like!! i want to attempt to plot with you all!!! i also have discord, so if you’d rather plot there i’m up for that as well

i’m also in the process of developing another muse ( caoimhe “kiv” walsh , a northern irelander muggleborn, gryffindor order member ) but i’m making/waiting to see if anyone makes resources for the fc ( emma mackey ) i have in mind for her before i bring her on in officially!! if you’d like to know more about her...i....won’t pass up the chance to talk about my new emerging kid.

i think that’s enough rambling for now, i can’t wait to get started and write with you all and bring emmy to life again :’)

( p.s. i forgot to add, if anyone would rather plot on dis.cord, my # is bronny#0752 !! )

[therobinsonwayoflife]

Okay, now that someone has asked about Neil and Wil, I gotta ask about how you think Wilbur and Franny are as mother and son? After all, Franny is most likely fairly famous and busy herself what with the singing frogs and all.

Oooo GOOD Q, FRIEND. Currently listening to jazz as I figure out how to answer it. (Edit: Kidding. I got tired of the jazz after a bit…)

Also note that apparently readmores do not work in asks. Oop. 😦👎 If need be, scroll down to the TLDR.

First of all I’d say that Wilbur is definitely a momma’s boy. Though he doesn’t have a preference for either parent over another, one can assume his relationship with Franny is very… straightforward. If only because we know even less about her than Cornelius. The benefit with Franny though is that we see her, as a mom, interact with Wilbur quite a bit.

The writers were clearly angling for a sentimental cool mom factor and in her introductory frog orchestra scene, she comes off as an idyllic mother: fun, weird, energetic, patient, and nonjudgemental. This is probably her good side that comes out especially around guests. The whole adopting Lewis thing has many possible explanations, one of which is that she just likes kids.

How she acts around Wilbur, esp as he gets older, is more casual. She’s often teasing him with punishments knowing his tendency to push the envelope. On a deeper level, this is her way of establishing boundaries but it’s ultimately one step above playful banter.

She’s vvvv openly affectionate towards Wilbur and to a degree Lewis (and presumably to most others as well). Re: Carpet Scene***, she teases Wilbur and jokes around w him and babies him and is never above play acting with him. That she doesn’t question Wilbur’s convoluted scheme to improve Lewis’ self-esteem is a real character-defining moment. Not a lot of moms would go for that. In fact the entire establishment that Wilbur and Franny regularly have conversations underneath a rug is a sign that Wilbur’s comfortable communicating w her, maybe not everything but I’d wager quite a few things. They do not however have the close, weird no-boundaries relationship that he has with his dad which is probably a good balance and allows him to have the kind of conversations he couldn’t have w someone who is also his best friend. (Boundaries. A slippery slope.) I don’t see a lot of genuine conflict between them, no weird expectations, no complex foil or double-life friendships hidden beneath the surface. Again: straightforward.

Lastly—the work thing. Ngl I think Fran and Neil are both workaholics.* Luckily, they live in a multigenerational home and have several inhuman servants AKA a bounty of free babysitters. Wilbur’s relationship with his parents can remain emotionally close and healthy even if he doesn’t see them 24/7 bc he has a safety net of an equally loving community of cowlicked family members. (And Carl.) Being his parents’ only child plus the whole family around him, Wilbur is never lonely or neglected.

But I do think Franny is ever so slightly less of a workaholic than Cornelius esp bc directing musical frogs isn’t as soul-crushingly demanding as running a tech corporation. Relatively speaking, it’s a solo career: sure you train the frogs, rehearse, compose, tour, promote, argue with your agent and accountant, etc but it’s nearly a one-man band compared to the bureaucratic chaos of Robinson industries. Also Franny and Cornelius’ personalities are complimentary, Franny embodies the Keep Moving Forward motto better than Cornelius does, considering most of what we’ve seen of him is getting obsessively frustrated over work.

And not to bring…… women’s rights….. into this Again but it’s likely Franny more often took time off work for Wilbur. (Which in my books might’ve become a point of contention w/i our little trio.) And to top it off, Franny clearly carves a bit of time for herself for hobbies i.e. karate, which as far as we know Cornelius does not do. As a result of this Wilbur’s probably less intimated by her success than he is w Cornelius.

That’s not to say I don’t think they’re equally work-savvy or equally willing to make sacrifices for Wilbur. I’d always envisioned Cornelius making a huge overhaul w his schedge/working from home more to make room for the ~joys~ of early childhood parenting but unfortch the result of said sacrifices are probably…. still less than Franny’s. Consequently, Wilbur is arguably closer to his mom for the simple fact that she’s there ever so slightly more than Cornelius. But it could also work otherwise: he’s closer to his dad bc in his absence, he gets to be the fun parent. (Or you know the one who grounds him less) Realistically though Fran and Neil probably lecture Wilbur equally but in dif ways

Where Wilbur kind of struggles to find things in common w Cornelius as he ages and presumably more or less hangs around him as he’s working or asks for homework help and maybe they have some TV show they watch together, Wilbur and Franny do share some common interests. Namely sports. Namely KARATE. Also play acting. Also, as I headcanon and think is heavily implied by the way Franny treats Lewis, playing backup to Franny’s rehearsals. (Also coughSINGINGcough)

The thing that peeves me is that where we don’t see Lewis/Cornelius’ relationships outside super individualistic lens, Franny is almost entirely defined by her relationships as a result of practicality n bc Lewis is the protagonist. Franny has… no obvious flaws or points for character growth. O Gods, if only we had the TIME!! (Sigh… thats what fanfic is for I guess.)

Anyways TL;DR: Franny is a fun mom and Wilbur’s a happy, spoilt momma’s boy. That scene in Twin Peaks season three with the mother racing her son across the street? Thats them.** Joyce and Will Byers? Also them. Mz. Frizzle and all her students? Also them!!!

*Workaholics: Most of the Robinsons probably are and this is sort of tied to the whole work hard, follow your dreams theme which has sort of become a Disney cliche. Notice how Robots (2005) and Cloudy w A Chance… are eerily close to MTR’s premise minus the humility of the adoption/family plot.

**Well… no spoilers but not entirely. I’m sorry I always reference things that Disney fandom-ers don’t watch… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*** for the uninitiated: THE CARPET SCENE: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7uPCWiqPCls&t=2m05s

[cosaimai]

Actually, 1-170, game 😝

why do you subject me to this torture lmao 

but imma do it regardless (leaving out all the ones i’ve already answered ofc)

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Goth of course

4: What was your favorite video game growing up?

hmm i didnt play many video games when i was super young so prob bioshock infinite

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

my best friend (@lauren-pc), my fictional crushes… (lets not judge me alright, i dont have a life), does the ocean count?

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

melancholic 

9: Are you ticklish?

yes

10: Are you allergic to anything?

lavender

11: What’s your sexuality?

asexual (homoromantic)

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

tea

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

hmm prob dog bc even tho cats are adorable their fur tends to bother me since it sheds a lot more easily (which is why i love hairless cats)

18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

I havent checked in a while since I don’t own a scale, but I think around 91-95lbs

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

yes

21: Are you religious?

nope lol

22: Pet peeves?

smacking, chewing w your mouth open, not using a coaster

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?

nocturnal !!

24: Favorite constellation?

hmmm prob Ursa Major

25: Favorite star?

Deneb or maybe Beta Draconis

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?

I am scared of all dolls, so, no

27: Any phobias or fears?

spiders & most bugs, also more specifically, dying in a sinking car

28: Do you think global warming is real?

ye

31: Do you get scared easily?

nope

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

six i think

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

11/10 :)

34: What is a color that calms you?

ocean blue ♥

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

in Washington state, preferably close to the coast

36: Where were you born?

texas

38: Introvert or extrovert?

extreme introvert

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

ehh, they’re interesting and i do think you can apply them to people, so maybe ig

40: Hugs or kisses?

ughh i guess hugs

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

my best friend

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

again, my best friend

43: Any piercings you want?

spider bites (which i’m getting soon !!), daith, conch, maybe an industrial, maybe a nostril piercing 

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

if you can’t tell, yes lol

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?

I don’t, the closest I’ve come is vaping bc my friend’s step brother & his friend wanted me to try his vape

48: A sound you really love?

heavy rain/thunderstorms

49: Can you do a backflip?

um lmao no

50: Can you do the splits?

I think I still have my right splits, not my left or middle tho

51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

i guess I’d have to say Jake Gyllenhaal tho

53: How are you feeling right now?

i am tired

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

probably red or black, idk

55: When did you feel happiest?

probably last year, almost anytime during history class

56: Something that calms you down?

ASMR videos

57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

none that are prof-dxed

58: What does your URL mean?

 oh i’ve told this tale many times on this blog, but to tell it once again: I used to go by the name Mai, and I used to be obsessed with space so cosmic+mai=mai and for some reason i made it cosaimai so basically cosmic mai mai

59: What three words describe you the most?

quiet, jaded, eccentric 

60: Do you believe in evolution?

yeah, i guess so

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

if the content is really my thing or the person running it is transphobic/homophobic/etc. 

64: Favorite animal(s):

BATS ♥♥♥

66: Favorite emoticon:

c:

67: Favorite meme:

i can’t choose just one, i mean, pretty much any meme @lauren-pc sends me is pretty high quality

68: What is your MBTI personality type?

INTP

69: What is your star sign?

Aries

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?

I have two dogs and no

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

uhhh probably my new killstar bittersweet babydoll dress

72: Post a selfie or two?

i posted two yesterday sooooo….

73: Do you have platform shoes?

i do !!

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

i can cross both my eyes, as well as cross just one at a time

75: Can you do a front flip?

nope, i wish

76: Do you like birds?

ehh, they’re alright 

77: Do you like to swim?

not really

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?

i do not like either, but i guess swimming

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

Donald Trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist:

Can I say Starfleet?? bc i’m gonna say Starfleet

81: Piercings you have?

none :’(

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

sleeping

83: Favorite person to talk to:

@lauren-pc

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

that it was extremely boring, and here i am almost 5 years later

85: How many followers do you have?

364

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

hell no

87: Do your socks always match?

yes, i actually specifically wear all black socks for this reason

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

ye

89: What are your birthstones?

diamond is the only one i know

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

a bat :)

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

hmmm…. this is difficult but probably like Cranesbill Geranium or smth

92: A store you hate?

Ross

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

none, coffee makes me sick :/

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

read minds

95: Do you like to wear camo?

no

96: Winter or summer?

winter i guess

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

I have no clue, but probably less than 30 secs

98: Least favorite person?

well out of the people i know personally, probably my friends boyfriend

99: Someone you look up to:

oh gosh, i have no clue

100: A store you love?

if online stores count, definitely Killstar

101: Favorite type of shoes

tbh flipflops bc I’m lazy

102: Where do you live?

Texas

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

no, i wish i had the will to be a vegetarian 

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

aura quartz 

105: Do you drink milk?

Yes, milk is great tho my mild lactose intolerance disagrees with this fact

106: Do you like bugs?

no

107: Do you like spiders?

especially no

108: Something you get paranoid about?

usually bugs crawling on me while i sleep, or someone breaking into my house while i sleep

109: Can you draw:

i can, debatable whether it’s good or not tho

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

no one tends to ask me very nosy questions

111: A question you hate being asked?

i’m open to pretty much any questions, but i guess i hate boring ones, none in specific come to mind

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

I might have been, I didn’t know whether it was a spider bite for sure or not

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

yes

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

cloudy

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

no one actually, I’m in a very touch averse mood

116: Favorite cloud type:

cirroctratus 

117: What color do you wish the sky was?

dusty pink or a darker shade of blue

118: Do you have freckles?

nah

119: Favorite thing about a person:

i don’t quite get what exactly this is asking but i guess appearance-wise, hands

120: Fruits or vegetables?

fruits

121: Something you want to do right now:

go to a lake or beach

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

ocean

123: Sweet or sour foods?

sweet

124: Bright or dim lights?

dim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

not really, unless you count aliens 

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

all the drama

127: Something you love about Tumblr:

it’s easy to find content i enjoy

128: What do you think about the least?

i guess politics ?? i have no clue

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

“NOW AS DEAD OUTSIDE AS SHE WAS INSIDE”

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

No one comes to mind, except perhaps Donald Trump

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

my weirdness, it’s interesting but usually deters people

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

no, i hate my teeth

133: Computer or TV?

TV I suppose

134: Do you like roller coasters?

nope

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

not usually

136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

attached

137: Do you believe in karma?

no 

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

4/10

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

Ry, Cosai-chan, Cosai, Mai, Rave (idk how many of those count but there ya go)

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

no

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

nope

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

uhhh…. i’ve been called a bad influence so i guess i am

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

receiving 

144: What makes you angry

people who don’t listen/don’t think i know what i’m talking about

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

just english, though i could probably manage a conversation with my poor knowledge of french

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

girls & nb people

147: Are you androgynous?

i wish

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

eyes 

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

resilience 

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

The 80s for sure

152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

kinda

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

no

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

sometimes

156: What embarrasses you?

almost everything i do when I’m around people bc for some reason i can’t help but think i mess up everything i do

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

being around people

159: How many people are you following?

709

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

11, 604 on this one; 288 on my gore blog; 848 on my bpd blog

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

29; 1; 0

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

7, 244

163: Last time you cried and why:

i don’t remember

164: Do you have long or short hair?

it’s kinda in between, i guess you could say long

165: Longest your hair has ever been:

a few inches above my waist

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?

i dislike it because it’s boring and kinda pointless for the most part, but to each their own

167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

occasionally 

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

not really

169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

nope

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

yes

[embur]

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i'm just doing them all bc i don't feel like deleting every other question on mobile (too difficult imo)1: How tall or short do you wish you were?like 5'2-4"
2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)nice cat
3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?v lazy n comfortable
4: What was your favorite video game growing up?honestly i have no clue what games i played or what i did for fun At All until the age of 9 so imma go w that game: wow
5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:idk i only ever think abt what's immediately pertaining to me
6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?idk
7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?no person
8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]idk
9: Are you ticklish?ya
10: Are you allergic to anything?Dust and Dogs and Cats
11: What’s your sexuality?lèsbian
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?cocoa
13: Are you a cat or dog person?idk imma say cat even though i never had one
14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?elf, they seem the normalest n i don't wanna change into the other 2
15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?cārlsāgān42 minus the -'s
16: How tall are you?5'8-9"
17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?i already changed it to colleen so idk that was all my creativity
18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]like 200 + tax
19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?sure
20: Do you like space or the ocean more?space
21: Are you religious?idk
22: Pet peeves?my mom
23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?diurnal bc that's what everything is based off of for hyumans
24: Favorite constellation?idk
25: Favorite star?idk
26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?not if they he creepy ones
27: Any phobias or fears?bugs, trýpóphóbíá, loud people esp men
28: Do you think global warming is real?ya i don't have to Think it though
29: Do you believe in reincarnation?i hope it happens but idk
30: Favorite movie?imma say wreck it ralph
31: Do you get scared easily?ya
32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?2 dogs but they died
33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]99999999/10
34: What is a color that calms you?pastel colors idk
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?everywhere for both of possible
36: Where were you born?gretna
37: What is your eye color?grayish
38: Introvert or extrovert?introvert
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?sure
40: Hugs or kisses?hugs
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?christina
42: Who is someone you love deeply?christina
43: Any piercings you want?some on ears, maybe something more idk
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?piercings mainly
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?no
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!nice
47: What is a sound you really hate?my moms bfs dog whining at my door when i didn't ask to be left home alone w her
48: A sound you really love?silence
49: Can you do a backflip?into/in a pool ya
50: Can you do the splits?nope
51: Favorite actor and/or actress?idk
52: Favorite movie?wreck it ralph didn't they alrdy ask this
53: How are you feeling right now?kinda bad as usual
54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?a darker brown
55: When did you feel happiest?idk
56: Something that calms you down?asmr videos
57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]idk What but imma say yes, at the least i know i got depression
58: What does your URL mean?i like it bc it's short
59: What three words describe you the most?bad bad bad
60: Do you believe in evolution?don't have to
61: What makes you unfollow a blog?almost anything
62: What makes you follow a blog?a lot of people i follow follow it
63: Favorite kind of person:nice
64: Favorite animal(s):cat dog idk
65: Name three of your favorite blogs.idk
66: Favorite emoticon:💕
67: Favorite meme:idk specifically
68: What is your MBTI personality type?intj
69: What is your star sign?capricorn
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?no
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?t shirt n gym shorts
72: Post a selfie or two?nei takk
73: Do you have platform shoes?nope
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?i have no life
75: Can you do a front flip?on a trampoline or into/in a pool
76: Do you like birds?sure
77: Do you like to swim?sure
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?swimming
79: Something you wish didn’t exist:evil
80: Some thing you wish did exist:more goodness
81: Piercings you have?none
82: Something you really enjoy doing:laying down
83: Favorite person to talk to:idk abt picking favorites between friends feels bad
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?sux
85: How many followers do you have?23
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?ya
87: Do your socks always match?ya
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?ya
89: What are your birthstones?blue topaz
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?human
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?idk
92: A store you hate?costco, i never been there but it feels Wrong
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?as many as i'm given idk
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?fly
95: Do you like to wear camo?No.
96: Winter or summer?winter bc it doesn't get That cold here n all the bugs die
97: How long can you hold your breath for?idk i rarely test that
98: Least favorite person?my dad i guess
99: Someone you look up to:anyone who's taller than me
100: A store you love?idk
101: Favorite type of shoescrocs
102: Where do you live?nèw òrlèàns
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?no
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?alexandrite
105: Do you drink milk?ya
106: Do you like bugs?No.
107: Do you like spiders?No.
108: Something you get paranoid about?if i'm a bad person
109: Can you draw:yes, but def not well
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?idk
111: A question you hate being asked?idk
112: Ever been bitten by a spider?nope
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?not particularly
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?cloudy
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:christina
116: Favorite cloud type:i can't remember the name but the puffy ones
117: What color do you wish the sky was?the same color as now
118: Do you have freckles?i guess
119: Favorite thing about a person:how nice they are
120: Fruits or vegetables?neither bc i'm unhealthy but fruits of i had to
121: Something you want to do right now:i'm not gonna put that on here
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?sky
123: Sweet or sour foods?sweet
124: Bright or dim lights?dim
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?idk
126: Something you hate about Tumblr:everything
127: Something you love about Tumblr:mine friends
128: What do you think about the least?idk i barely honk abt whatever it is
129: What would you want written on your tombstone?rest in peace
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?myself
131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?being trąns and lęsbįąn, or i guess i'm Made to hate myself for those things
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?ya
133: Computer or TV?computer
134: Do you like roller coasters?sure
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?ya
136: Are your ears lobed or attached?lobed
137: Do you believe in karma?idk
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?1 or 2
139: What nicknames do you have/have had?collie
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?i dont think so
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?ya
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?i hope good but idk
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?both
144: What makes you angrya lot
145: How many languages do you speak fluently?one
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?girls
147: Are you androgynous?i would rather be
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:nothing
149: Favorite thing about your personality:nothing
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.trent stephanie christina
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?this one?
152: Do you like BuzzFeed?no idk
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?i think head kiss is better
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?ya but more so them playing w my hair
156: What embarrasses you?everything
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:everything
158: Biggest lie you have ever told:idk
159: How many people are you following?156
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?idk
161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?105
162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?idk
163: Last time you cried and why:i don't remember when/why
164: Do you have long or short hair?long for a boy short for a girl
165: Longest your hair has ever been:however long it is now
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?idk
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?no
168: Do you like to wear makeup?idk i've never worn it yet
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?i don't think so
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?i hope i did

[peaceasshcle]

really LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES.

repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck !

TAGGED. @xgoodkingwenceslasx TAGGING. @dcadcassette / @stealhisdeal, @rollingsnowsmasher, @callousedhxart, and anyone else who wants to do this!

FULL NAME : Katrina Elaine Garcia (nee Lovett). NICKNAME : Kate. AGE : 25. BIRTHDAY : February 3rd. ETHNIC GROUP : Caucasian. NATIONALITY : American. LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual (possibly heteroflexible). ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic (possibly heteroflexible). RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Verse independent. Usually played as single, but can also be either married to David or in a relationship with Javi. CLASS : Middle-lower class. HOME TOWN / AREA : Adrian, MI. CURRENT HOME : Verse dependent, previously Detriot, MI, but now nowhere in particular. PROFESSION : Former housewife, wanted to go back to college to become a professional dancer.

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Chestnut brown, long, wavy, side-braided. EYES : Hazel-green, almond-shaped, doe eyes, dark circles underneath. NOSE : Greek shaped, average length, rounded tip, freckled.  FACE : Oval shaped, freckled, high cheekbones. LIPS : Full, faint cupid’s bow, shorter, thinner upper lip, fuller/wider bottom lip. COMPLEXION : Olive, clear, soft/smooth, freckled. BLEMISHES : None. SCARS : None. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : 5′7″. WEIGHT : Roughly 120lbs. BUILD : Subtle hourglass shape, medium build, tallish, thin, not very muscular, most likely malnourished. FEATURES : Ears pierced once on each side, crescent shaped necklace, diamond wedding ring worn on the right hand. ALLERGIES : None. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long, wavy hair worn in a side-braid on her left side. USUAL FACE LOOK : Content, peaceful, alert. USUAL CLOTHING : Plaid/flannel, t-shirt, rolled up jeans, Adidas, as well as a jacket, t-shirt, white capris, and Adidas. She wears jewelry, too.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Dying, losing the people she cares about, running out of supplies, running into David again. ASPIRATION / S : To survive. Previously it was to go back to college and make it big as a dancer. POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptive, decisive, caring, tolerant, alluring. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Stubborn, paranoid, impulsive, impatient, short-tempered. MBTI : ENFP, the campaigner. ZODIAC : Aquarius. TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine. SOUL TYPE / S : Leader. ANIMALS :  Rabbit. VICE HABIT / S : She smokes weed way more frequently than she’d like to let on. FAITH : Free-thinker/Not religious. GHOSTS ? : She’s believed in them even prior to the apocalypse. AFTERLIFE ? : She wants to believe. REINCARNATION ? : She’d like to believe in this. ALIENS ? : She believes in them the same as ghosts. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Independent. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She’d like it to be middle-upper class. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : N/A. EDUCATION LEVEL : College graduate.

FAMILY. FATHER : Emerson Lovett. MOTHER : Lorraine Lovett. SIBLINGS : Javier Garcia (step-brother). EXTENDED FAMILY : The Garcias, and various aunts, uncles, and cousins. NAME MEANING / S : Katrina/Kate - Pure, Elaine - Bright, shining light, Lovett - Wolf cub/Young wolf, Garcia - Brave in battle. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : "The Great Gatsby”, “Pride and Prejudice”, “The Catcher and the Rye”. MOVIE : "Beauty and the Beast”, “Psycho”, “Fight Club”. 5 SONGS : “Hey Good Lookin” - Blonde Tongues, “Somethin About U” - Astronomyy, “Killing Me To Love You” - Vancouver Sleep Clinic, “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby” - Cigarettes After Sex, “Breezeblocks” - alt-J. DEITY :  N/A. HOLIDAY : Halloween; she likes dressing up. MONTH : October; for the holiday and the weather. SEASON : Autumn; the weather isn’t too hot or cold and the leaves are changing color. PLACE : Her grandmother’s; it’s where she felt the most comfortable, safe, and loved.  WEATHER : Cloudy and raining since she finds it to be peaceful, but she likes breezy sunny days as well. SOUND : Music, laughter, crickets chirpping, waterfalls. SCENT / S : burnt out matches, clean linen, macintosh apples. TASTE / S : Spicy, salty, and sweet. FEEL / S : velveteen pillows and blankets, hugs, cuddles, someone playing with her hair, and fuzzy socks. ANIMAL / S : Chinchillas, otters, polar bears.   NUMBER : 3 since she considers it to be a lucky number, plus it’s the day she was born on. COLOUR : Crimson red, gold, olive, tan, chocolate brown, dodger blue.

EXTRA. TALENTS : Singing, dancing, cooking, baking, skateboarding, painting, styling hair. BAD AT : Sports, cards, cleaning, dishes, being subtle, controlling her impulses. TURN ONS : Funniness, a nice smile, friendly, charming, attractive, open-minded. TURN OFFS : Yelling, violence, rudeness, prudes, seriousness, close-minded. HOBBIES : Dancing, painting, styling hair, playing board games.  TROPES : Deadpan Snarker, Nice Girl, Unresolved Sexual tension. AESTHETIC TAGS : Flannel, plaid, music, weed, dancing, art, jewelry. GPOY QUOTES :  “The lights will guide you home.” “She’s caught been who she is and who she wants to be.” “Sometimes you’ve just gotta let go.” 

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Berenice Bejo. ALT FC / S : Jocelin Donahue. OLDER FC / S : None. YOUNGER FC / S : Mackenzie Foy. VOICE CLAIM / S : Shelly Shennoy. GENDERBENT FC / S : None.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : It would basically be the same as it is now, but nothing bad would happen to the Garcias and somehow stuff would go back to normal, except Kate wouldn’t me married to David anymore and she’d be happy and finally be able to pursue her dream of becoming a dancer. Also, she’d live happily ever after with Javi because yolo. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Just a mixture of indie, 80s, and 90s music. If you can imagine hipster music, that’s it. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : I already fell in love with her at first sight, but it wasn’t until my friend Maddie talked about making a Mariana that I was like, “Welp. It’s settled. I’m making a Kate.” I’d already wanted to RP her, but it was Maddie who gave me the push I needed, lol. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4: I was awed by how beautiful she was firstly, but then I got a glimpse of her personality and I was like, “Omg, you’re so precious!!” She’s very relateable imo, and it was also the fact that I really felt for her after seeing how her relationship with David was. Not to mention, I’m almost always attracted to the parent characters, so... Lol. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : How she let her impulse get the better of her and run out to grab Mariana when it was pointless to do so. Like, Mari’s dead, and Kate knew that, and yet, she still ran out to grab her even though it was open fire. Like, I love Kate dearly, but that was pretty stupid on her part. But ofc, it happened just to progress the plot, which also annoys me, but yeah... Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We both like flannel/plaid and Javi, we both wear wedding rings on our right hand, we both tell it like it is, and we both care a lot for our friends and family. There’s probably more than that, but I can’t think of it atm. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : I never really thought about it guess??? I’m sure she’d be flattered that I like her so much, lol. I’d hope that she likes me, pfft. Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8: Any of the Garcias tbh. You never know what to expect. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Re-watching playthroughs on Youtube or playing the game for myself. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : FOR-FUCKING-EVER BC CHROME KEPT CRASHING ON ME!!! But no for real, it took me probably about 14 hours in total. orz;;;