#doll without strings: bio

[neilwroteathing]

I wanna ramble about my TADC OC bc god damn I'm seeing too many lovely ones and I get FOMO.

Sadly I own no references of the character itself but alas, I wanna make use of this blog ahead of time and lay out ideas I've had before writing the main Google Doc of this character as the bio, since I tend to look to solidly form the OC before writing its bio as a sort of 'finalized version'.

I'll be adding pics of things described when needed since it'll be more fun in that way.

Ladies and Gents!

Say hello to my TADC OC:

Timberly, the puppeteer, puppet and ventriloquist!

I'll start off saying that I wanted to make a clown, since I love clowns, but since Pomni is the protagonist and Kaufmo exists as well- So that's off the table. Following those very rules over no clowns I decided to do the same for the general cast, aka to vary and try not to lean too much on just one aspect, so Abstract (Zooble), animals (Jax duh) Animate inanimate (Gangle, Kinger and Ragatha) had to be only minor showings in the OC itself. So I experimented a little

Something suggested by a friend is to look up 90's toys, which I did try out to gather inspiration. At some point I reached the idea of a puppet, a sort of wooden and yarn style of doll that then shifted to actual wood body, yarn joints and lastly strings to hold up.

This is where the main body of the OC would go, Timberly was the name of the puppet, bottom heavy, rough wood shapes and long arms made to imitate something I kind of wanted to have fun with...

This smug fuck, why? His arms! The idea of wide colorful cylinders for arms, connected with strands of yarn in between down to a pair of simple pointed stubs for hands at the ends made me pretty happy to imagine. Timberly's clothing choice is still undefined but would most likely have either a long dress with puffy shoulders or even suspenders! Overall to not interrupt with the colorful segmented arms using sleeves. Hair? Not sure what it'd be like YET but I am working on it, though it might not be yarn so it isn't like Ragatha's.

Timberly as a name comes from Kimberly, but with Timber.

Second part of the character came off due to the idea of the main body being a puppet, and frankly was too amusing of a concept not to include, to which I want to introduce the puppeteer, Hans!

Hans... Is clearly meant to be like Hands, because it is in fact a giant, hovering toony white glove that handles a wood X made to carry around Timberly. Hans is essentially the movement for Timberly, while she is the physical expressions and body function such as touching objects and possessing some of the core senses. Hans is pretty simple in design due to not being the expressive one- try answering the questions:

'How are you?'

'Where does it hurt?' and

'Where is the heart?'

Without using your body EXCEPT your hand. That's Hans, it can do wavy motion to respond the first one but not much else- you don't need a reference to imagine what Hans looks like.

Lastly is one of the more personally formed parts, third "member" of those that form Timberly as a whole: Gogo!

Brandishing the same name as the character, Gogos are made by Panini, cool little plastic collectibles I remember gathering when I was smoler. Yes some of them look quite weird in shape don't ask- But the point is that Gogo is meant to imitate one of these, and Gogos are tiny, like roughly 5-8 cm or so (Look up how much that's in inches lol) and generally had varying designs, from alien to robotic to animal of all sorts. Gogo is mostly a simple big lower base with small middle body and a big head that imitates the look of a simplified Talkboy, all with a robotic appearance.

Now why would Gogo have a head like this? Simple! Gogo is the voice of the group! But since Gogo is quite small (10 cm tall) and usually sits on Timberly's head and speaks for the other two!

Now that we defined who makes up the character, there's one thing I intentionally made in a way, which was having Hans, Timberly and Gogo be almost impossible to tell if they were separate entities or a single one since in their story, all of them arrived together in one go and appeared to fall in love with the Digital Circus itself in mere moments of appearing.

Sometimes they'd behave like three people, with arguments looking like Timberly making annoyed gestures, Hans shaking either of the two and Gogo being vocal and loud- While other times they all act in one way together, Gogo speaking, Timberly gesturing and Hans keeping them on the move if needed.

Who knows what these three are, if not a single mind that fell into what felt like a dreamy blessing, or three individuals shackled to live as one?

First post using this account again, fun stuff, sorry about the text wall but if you did reach this, hope you liked the concept of the character!

I'll uh... Learn how to segment posts better soon.

[peccatumincarne]

&&. rumor has it ( arabella li liu ) has stepped into rosewood. ( she ) is a ( 24 ) year old ( sub ) currently residing at the manor as ( a celebrity model ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( dilraba dilmurat ) and is into ( bondage & power play ) but not ( infantilism & bathroom play ). ( she ) has been said to be ( insightful & rational ) but also quite ( hesitant & fragile ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.

The Basics

Name: Arabella Li Liu

Age: 24

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a slight preference for men

Type: Submissive

Occupation: Celebrity Model / Guest

Positive: Insightful, Rational, Curious

Negative: Hesitant, Fragile, Shy

The History

(TW: Abuse, Prostitution) A famous model and multimedia sensation, Arabella Li Liu is, at least on the surface, a woman who has it all. However, her life has never once been something within her control. Her mother, a media mogul affiliated with a number of organized crime syndicates, has always been behind the scenes manipulating her dear daughter in order to achieve her own power-hungry ambitions. As a child, Arabella was isolated from her peers, living a lonely life with only her personal tutors for company. She had never learned how to make friends, nor did she understand the notion of compassion. What she knew very well, engraved into her very bones, was that to get ahead, one needed to be able to wield both fear and power. A soft-hearted person by nature, Arabella was never someone who held either, but by associating herself with stronger people, by allowing her mother to use her for her own ends, she could survive one more day and maybe, just maybe, earn some of the affection that she was so desperately starved for. As she grew older, others took notice of her appearance. Always looking to gain an advantage, Arabella's mother shoved her daughter into the spotlight, making a name out of her through sabotage and deceit. The new fame drove Arabella further away from her understandings of a normal life, and threw her into a new kind of hell. Now, rather than sinking into the shadows as she always had, Arabella was forced to seduce executives, appease clients and further her mother's political ambitions using whatever means she had available. Knowing no other way, she complied with all their demands with her body, locking away what was left of her bruised heart as she took anyone of importance back to her bed. Then, only months ago, her mother's crimes came to light and a massive scandal broke out. It was never certain who had leaked the information out, but given how many people her mother had burned, it had only been a matter of time. Now undergoing a massive damage control campaign with the media, Arabella was whisked away to Rosewood, with explicit instructions to continue building connections with the other residents. Uncertain and alone for the first time in her life, Rosewood has been Arabella's first taste of freedom in her adult life, and she has no idea how to use it.

Fun Facts

Arabella has been involved in the kink world for a while, but now that it’s on her own terms, she’s rediscovering what she likes, and is interested in exploring it with others

Despite her occupation, Arabella is actually quite timid once she’s off the runway. She finds looking at her image highly embarassing

Arabella is especially good at reading others, as it’s a skill that she was forced to develop in order to survive her mother’s schemes

A part of her still longs for romance, but Arabella believes that she’s too corrupted to be loved by anyone, at least in the way that matters. Still, she hopes Rosewood might change somthing about how she sees herself.

Wanted Connections

Manager - Arabella did not come to Rosewood Manor without some level of supervision. Her manager has been with her since the beginning, and while they still work for Arabella’s murderous mother Liling, they share a special relationship with Arabella and remains a close confident of the reclusive woman.

Bodyguard - Arabella is a high-profile celebrity, and one currently in the midst of an earth-shattering scandal. As such, she has her own security on top of Rosewood Manor’s regular guards. Though they remain on Liling’s payroll, they have an ongoing agreement with Arabella on the side. They stay quiet about Arabella’s activities, in exchange for special favours from Arabella herself. It’s not a healthy relationship, but it is immensely gratifying.

[donutloverxo]

Please you

Kinktober day 2 - lingerie 

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You buy some pretty lingerie to please your overworked husband and hope it doesn’t end up ruined by his hands.

Warnings - 18+ smut (m/f), dom Andy, name calling, cum play, slight spanking.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1552

Masterlists are linked in the bio!

You rubbed the mesh material of your babydoll between your fingers - coarse and rough. The baby pink nightie was made of net with a matching thong that was very uncomfortably riding up your butt. Your nipples and torso were completely visible, really what was the point of making such a thing? You looked at your reflection in the mirror…

Oh yeah. It’s supposed to be sexy and enticing. Which to be fair - it worked. You got worked up just looking at yourself.

‘Damn I’d fuck me’ you muttered to yourself.

What you weren’t sure of was if your husband would like it. Andy seemed to hate any sort of clothing on you with a burning passion.

Even going as far as establishing naked Wednesdays. Which was exactly what it sounded like - Wednesdays you spent completely naked, except for the apron which you wore while working in the kitchen and he was clothed in his usual loungewear.

On your wedding night you had worn a beautiful and classy white satin nightie with lace trimmings. The bastard ripped it off in just a few seconds. Hundreds of dollars done the drain. You knew he was just showing off. Having recently been promoted to the position of the DA he got a massive pay bump. Giving you the liberty to buy whatever you want.

You sprinted off to the living room as soon as you heard his typical ‘Honey, I’m home’ greeting.

“How was your day, daddy?” you asked as you sneaked up behind him.

“So long and tiring, princess. I couldn’t wait to see you.” He groaned as he took off his tie and jacket, putting them on the armrest of his couch, he plumped down in on the it.

He finally looked in your direction - it had been such a long day, but he knew he’d feel better as soon as he got a look at you.

His jaw dropped as he took you in, clad in a flimsy piece of lingerie that literally left nothing to his imagination, your hands behind your back as you swayed side to side.

“Do you like it?” you asked suddenly feeling shy. Even though there was no need to be. This was your husband. He’d seen you in much more compromising situations. But there was still that little doubt that he’d reject you, that he wouldn’t appreciate your efforts.

He licked his lips at the sight of your hard nipples poking through the fabric, “Do a twirl for me, princess.” he instructed.

Like the good girl that you were - you followed. Turning around and lifting the helm a bit to wiggle your ass. “Will you spank it today, daddy?” you cooed as you looked back at him.

“Of course, honey. But first you gotta suck daddy’s cock.” he said unlooping his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down to pull his hard cock free of them.

You swiftly walked over to him and knelt before him, waiting for further instructions.

“What’s all this about, doll? Hm?” he asked as he smeared his leaking tip around your lips.

“I just wanted to please you, daddy. You’ve been working so hard.” You swallowed your saliva - already drooling, you needed to have him fuck your throat so bad. You whined as he started to pump his cock with his hand, spilling more of his creamy juices on your mouth.

“That’s not how it works, princess. I take care of you.” he grunted as he jerked himself harder with his hand, he knew just how desperate and crazy it would make you.

“No,” you shook your head as tears spilled from your eyes “Please let me suck it. I’ll be good.” you promised eagerly.

He stopped his moments, his heart swelled as you cried, he wiped your tears off with his thumb “You promise you’ll be good?” he smiled as you nodded. “You’re always good baby,” he praised as he pushed your eager mouth down his length, groaning and slightly wiggling his hips as he bottomed out, your nose touching his pelvis as you gagged around him.

“Just relax, princess,” he reminded you as he traced a thumb over your throat, groaning as he felt his cock lodged deep in it. Bunching your hair up in his palm, so he could properly see all of your face, he pulled out till only his tip was in your mouth “Such a good girl. You love sucking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yesh” you answered, your voice muffled with your mouth full of cock, as he roughly fucked into your face. You tried your best to keep from choking every time he hit the back of your throat.

“You’re such a cock hungry whore. Aren’t you, baby?” he grunted as he felt his climax approaching, the gags and squelching noises you made only fuelled his it.

“Such a pretty slut.” his hips stuttered as he emptied himself in your mouth, holding your head down on his shaft he painted the back of your head with his cum. “Swallow it all, sweetheart. Be a good slut.” he rasped as he stayed inside you for a minute to keep himself hard. He wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled you off of his cock as you coughed, a string of your spit and his cum connecting to his tip from your lips.

“What do you say, slut?” he pushed all of his spilled cum back inside your mouth.

“Thank you for your cum,” you swallowed “daddy.”  Your voice hoarse because of your abused throat,

“You’re welcome, princess. Are you tired?” You shook your head no as he sat back against the cushions. “Come get on daddy’s cock and ride him. Then I’ll give you one more treat to swallow.”

You stood op on shaky legs and straddled his lap, shifting your panties to the side you held onto the base of his shaft before sinking down on him. “Oh,” you moaned as you closed your eyes shut. Too intimidated by Andy’s intense gaze. “It feels so good,” you settled your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his bread as you panted.

“Come on, princess. You’re doing the work today remember? Now let me look at you properly.” he pushed you back so he could ogle your breasts.

You curled your hands around his neck for support as you sat back, bouncing up and down on his throbbing hard cock. “Andy, no,” you whined, you knew the predatory look he gave you all too well “please don’t. I really like this one.” It was probably of no use. He was going to ruin yet another piece of cute lingerie.

“What did you call me?” he chastised you, delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“Daddy,” you quickly corrected yourself.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you. You’re my perfect little fuck doll.” he groaned as he grabbed the curve of your hips, rolling his own to feel more of your tight wet cunt “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded as you quickened your pace, almost on the edge of your own orgasm.

“I do like this one though. I’ll let you have it, princess.” He gushed as he sucked your hard nipple through the mesh, pulling and pinching at the other.

“That’s it sweetheart. Just let it go.” He encouraged you as he felt you clenching around him.

“Oh...oh, daddy,” you crashed onto him as you felt your whole body pulsate, heaving on top of his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Daddy promised you one more treat.” he said as he kissed your hair.

You sobbed as you pulled him out of your drenched cunt. Digging your nails into his shoulders as he traced your pussy with his fingers before pushing them in your hole.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. You made a mess of my dress pants.” he tutted as he looked at the stains on his pants.

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” your breath hitched as he teased your swollen lips.

“Get on your knees.” he ordered as he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean.

You resumed your previous position as he pumped his cock in front of you. Spurts of his cum landing on your face, chest and nightie.

He jerked his softening cock till he was sure he had nothing left. He heaved as he admired his work. Your face drenched in his cum, staring up at him with sweet doe eyes.

“Clean me up now.” you nodded as you lapped at his cock with kitten licks, taking a hanky out of his pocket to clean him up and tuck him back in his pants.

“You did good, baby.” he threw his head back, feeling completely spent and satiated.

“I made dinner too, daddy, your favorite meatloaf.” you said, laying your head on his thigh, tracing his cum which was on your skin with your fingers.

“Go set the table. And don’t change. I’ve got more plans for this little number.” he said as he pushed a flimsy strap down your shoulder to reveal the swell of your breast.

You giggled as you got up, “Okay, daddy,” giving his lips a peck you skipped on over to the kitchen. Wiping down your face and then setting the table for dinner.

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[believeitseeitdoit]

Back To School Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: cursing, fluffy as hell, overload of cuteness? Don’t read if you don’t like happy endings

Summary: you’re setting up your school classroom when your boyfriend Bucky comes to support you and save the day

This is an un-beta’d Drabble, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

You’re sweating like a whore in church as you set up the last of the chairs for your classroom. Every desk had a team logo and every chair had 4 tennis balls on the bottoms to prevent that horrid scraping noise. Your class theme this year was secret agents, and you used the old SHIELD symbol as your continuing logo. Each group was given a team mascot, a different avenger, and your desk was set up as the director’s office. You were insanely proud of how much work you had accomplished and put into this new adventure, finally getting your own classroom and students to teach, you hadn't stopped smiling for a week after you and Bucky had found out you got the job.

Climbing off the floor and dusting your knees off, you shoot a text to Bucky showing him your handiwork and get a thumbs up in response alongside an update on the meeting he’s in with Fury and Sam.

Bucky: I swear if Nick compliments the bird man again on his plans, ima slap a hoe.

You burst out a giggle at your boyfriend’s text lingo, and fire back a simple memo.

Y/N: Darling, murder is illegal, even for dead not dead ex assassin current hero super soldiers 😘.

Setting the phone back on your desk, you take stock of what else you need to be ready for the open house tonight. The interactive board is queued and your presentation bio for the families is ready, you have deodorant and your freshen up bag in your purse so you don’t actually look like a pig, and your work clothes are…. SHIT! You internally screech, you had left the other bag full of your nice clothes in the garage when you left this morning. Fuck fuck fuck, you continue to scold yourself while formulating a plan of how to get the rest of your room ready and get yourself taken care of in the next… hour?! Shit fuck shit damn it aghrrrrr FUCKKKKK ME!

You slap a palm to your forehead and decide to just roll with it. Quite honestly, leggings and a t-shirt in late July is not unheard of, and the parents might even appreciate your casual demeanor…. your boss is kosher, but you still worry about the impression you could make shine you have only been a substitute for her before now.

Instead of dwelling, you decide to speed through the finishing touches on your room; door decorations first, then the string lights in the reading corner, little airplanes and origami hanging from the ceiling tiles last. A few taps to the smart board bring up your classroom friendly Spotify and you get to work as The Lion King original soundtrack chimes through surprisingly decent speakers. The SHIELD logo and your handmade heli-carrier ramp lookalike instantly reinvigorate your spirit of setting up, and you sing along to the Disney tunes while you tack up the lights for a soft fairy glow.

Due to your rather pitchy and obnoxious rendition of “gonna make a man out of you”, you didn’t hear the knock at the door. So when Bucky slid up behind you and wrapped you in his arms for a hug, you screamed bloody murder and elbowed him in the gut.

“Ahh! Fuck what the- Bucky god damnit what are you doing?! You scared the hell out of me!” You run to pause the music and chastise your soldier for his sneaking.

“Doll, I did knock, but you were a little preoccupied getting ready for your Idol audition” he chuckled as he looked around the room.

“This looks great Y/N, your kids are gonna love this. I am so proud of you for finally getting your dream.” He wraps an arm around your waist and his vibranium hand in your hair to angle you up to meet his gaze.

Those eyes are more electrifying than a lightning strike, and a thousand times prettier, you can’t help but be sucked in by them. You smile and push up onto your toes, going in for a chaste kiss.

“I couldn’t have gotten this far without you baby, you have been there for me every step of the way. Now I have one question, can you reach up and fix that banner?” You look above him and notice a team symbol is out of sorts, conveniently the Falcon team.

Bucky chuckles and shifts the cardboard back into its frame, “Sam’s doesn’t deserve to be level, he needs the shift. Oh I came here for a reason, here you are my lady.” He picks up the bag you hadn’t noticed during your curse-scapade.

“Thank fucking god, omygod Bucky I fricking love you so much baby, I can’t believe I forgot it this morning I just had so much junk in the truck already and it slipped my mind.” You profusely thank your boyfriend and go to kiss him again when the intercom buzzes.

“15 minutes until open class night begins faculty, please be ready at your doors in 15 minutes!” The secretary calls out in her cheery voice, reminding you of your current debacle.

“Shit, ok, um I’m gonna change, can you just shut the door please? Stand guard or something so my principal doesn’t get an eye full of my sports bra or my boyfriend?” You run with the bag of clothing to behind your desk and quickly strip down the sweaty items and spritz a bit of smell good on between changes.

Bucky can help but smile at you and laugh as you fall sideways onto your ass trying to shimmy your work jeans on. The tight merlot dyed denim hugs you in all the right places, but in July your sweat does not help anything. Sparing you some bruised pride, he scoops you up and sets you onto the desk so he can help finish getting you ready.

“Doll, arms in the sleeves. I’ll button while you fluff your hair out of that ponytail and I grabbed your dry shampoo so use it. No greased pigs in the heli-carrier please.”

Bucky jokes with you while buttoning your sleeveless blouse.

A handful of minutes later, you are toeing on your ‘Jesus sandals,’ a knock off pair of Birkenstock’s that you love to wear for school. Bucky smiles from your desk chair and gives you a wolf whistle.

“Ya know what’s missing in this room?” He asks as he stands to hug you and walk to the front of the room by the doorway.

“What did I forget?!” You reply frantically, looking around for something else missing.

“Nothing love, I just think you need a sign that says Mrs. Barnes instead of Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky states casually as he pulls two items from his pockets.

You look into his hands and find a custom SHIELD office tag labeled “Mrs. Barnes” and a velvet box.

“Are you fucking serious, James Barnes? I just put on mascara!” You start to whimper and try to hold back the tears of joy.

“Soooo, is that a yes? You gonna be my wife? Make me the happiest man on the planet?” He asks impatiently.

“You bet your super soldier fine ass I am Bucky. But I’ll warn you, you’re gonna be coming to every school event from now on.” You wink at him before reaching up for a passionate kiss to seal the deal.

[daydreamingjester]

Most of her before events remains the same as her ACTUAL bio { pinned on my blog } . Because this fan game is vulgar as hell, expect mature themes and horrible jokes.

🌟 DSAF VERSE ! 🌟

NAME : 🌟 LULLABY BETTY ! 🌟

NICKNAMES : Bethanne, Betsy, Bitch Bett, that one fucking animatronic, Yiffer’s Rival, Bigass Honkers Bethanne.

AGE : No actual age. However, she is designed to be in her mid 30’s.

SPECIES : Humanoid animatronic.

HEIGHT : 6’2.

WEIGHT : 220 lbs.

AFFILIATION :

{ FORMERLY } Precious Moments Circus.

{ CURRENTLY } Freddy Fazbender’s Pepperonerie.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

PERSONALITY : A sentient animatronic with the most raunchiest and vulgar demeanor. Having grown up around adults with dark and sexual humor during the late hours of Precious Moments Circus, Betty ended up blending in with this fun gimmick by performing swing and jazz scat whilst flaunting her former hourglass figure on stage — only to later on be filled out into a near spherical belly due to complaints that hugging her was essentially hugging a telephone pole for the kiddies. Sporting a thick New York accent and resemblance to 1940’s culture, Betty is foxy and flirtatious — and very, very emotional.

Similar to the majority of the cast, Betty despises working at Fazbender’s. Finding the drastic change and severe downgrade of scenery absolutely outrageous after the circus’ fire, Betty slowly lost her happy - go - lucky kiddy personality and substituted it with a more nonchalant, laid back, and sarcastic attitude. She also gains a newfound interest in pyromania after witnessing Jack and Dave set shit on fire, which spiraled into developing more traits of mischief, chaos, and nihilism.

Despite being sultry at heart, any genuine feelings of romance with attachment seems to spook her the hell out. She avoids any and all strings attached in fear of being abandoned for a human being because of her existence as an animatronic — as she has heard time and time again that she’s only programmed to behave certain ways and referred to as just a robot. It is her biggest pet peeve and insecurity alike — making her very forceful and adamant on being treated as a human being to mimic her humanoid appearance. It got so far that she refused to be kept within the pizzeria with the rest of the animatronics, choosing to leave after the shift ends.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

TRIVIA :

🤡 Henry Miller was the last ringmaster Oliver performed with on the road before the dreaded circus fire. Though it is rumored by people that one of their elephants had accidentally knocked over a ring of fire and set the tent ablaze, it was never confirmed. Oliver and Henry had also went missing during the blazing fire — and several of the family died. Betty, caught up in the fire and was supposed to perish with them, ended up miraculously surviving the intense smoke and heat — not without permanent damage to her internal systems, however. Because of her memory fog and glitchy systems, she hardly remembers the events prior — or chose to completely block them out in disbelief and denial.

It was, after all, the perfect crime.

🤡 She has a horrible habit of constantly drinking and smoking. Getting drunk is her favorite past time.

🤡 Loves minion and wine mom memes. It makes her cackle so hard. No one knows why. She doesn’t either.

🤡 If she’s not in her clown costume then she’s usually in loose, vintage clothing. Betty used to adore cocktail and tight dresses — until Oliver filled out her frame. Now she’s self conscious of her weight in revealing dresses. She will still talk hot shit about herself regardless to save her dignity.

🤡 Owns a rinky - dink house that she won through gambling. Props to Vegas. It looks more like a motel you’d find on Craigslist than house, but it gets the job done. And surprise surprise, it’s filled to the brim with clown accessories and dolls. Essentially a funhouse.

🤡 Has a STRONG hatred toward Foxy ever since he was modified into a stripper and given his own game. As someone with GINORMOUS HONKERS, it offended her so badly that she swore to become an actual stripper herself and overthrow his reputation. She’s just salty people want to bang the vulpine with no breasts over her, the clown with a figure — and that the company never bothered to take her out of the kid department despite doing EVERYTHING in her power to royally piss the parents off and scare away the kids.

🤡 Is the reason kids curse. Is also the reason kids cry and say the most vulgar things. It’s her version of entertainment and a big FUCK YOU to corporate.

🤡 Is also the reason the dumpster constantly gets set on fire. Dave taught her how to light things on fire. It’s now her all time favorite stress remedy. If she’s stressed out, expect something to be lit on fire. So far, her list of blown-the-hell-up are : dumpsters, urinals, toilets, kiddy toys, food, crane machines, food machines, trash cans, and at one point she had gotten so frustrated at a screaming parent that she attempted to set them on fire too.

🤡 It’s unknown if she’s aware of the children being lured and murdered.

Even if she did, she likely doesn’t care.

[anieswrld]

Hockey Stan pt.1

Im a a dumbass and I deleted this, so here it is again

pairing: stan x reader 

warnings: teasing, swearing, drugs, alcohol.

word count: 1.1k

enjoy babes!!

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“Wait what’s wrong with Bill?” You asked Richie as you got passed the blunt by Bev. “He literally fucked every single girl, I heard there was this one girl who he fucked in the ass and the the tits.” Bev rolled her eyes, “Chee you do know it’s y/n right?” You slapped Bev “Bevvy!!” She shrugged and hit the blunt. “Holy shit you let Denbrough hit it from the back?! Damn you got balls dude. How was the titty fuck though?” You sighed “More for him not me, I just had to act like I enjoyed his dick in between my boobs.” Richie laughed so loud that you guys would probably get caught. You all started to pack up the weed and put on your backpacks.

 “Just stay away from the hockey team y/n they literally all suck dick, well Toby did suck me off once-“ Bev hit Rich upside the head, “Beep beep bitch.” He rolled his eyes and walked off to class with a wave. “Bev why would I fuck with the hockey team after I let Bill do that.” Bev shrugged “Be careful please, I gotta go to bio, see ya.” You decided to go to english today even though it was your least favorite class. 

It was only because of the Stanley Uris, hockey team captain and Bill’s right hand man. He was such a dick to you and your friends. He hit on you a couple times and after you fucked Bill it only got worse. He’d always try to finger you in class or try to give you his number. One day he put it in his phone without knowledge, you didn’t block it only because he didn’t try to text you. You walked in to class 20 minutes late, the entire class looked at you. “Mrs, you are late again, see me after class.” 

A mist of ‘oooohs’ were heard from across the room. “Oh shut the fuck up and bite me losers” You sat in your seat right next to Stan. You copied whatever you got from the board. Stan leaned over and whispered to you “Hey doll wanna-“ “No. I don’t want to do anything with you.” Stan rolled his eyes. “You let Bill-“ You rolled your eyes. “Listen Stan just because I got railed by big dick Bill doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you, shrimp dick.” 

He leaned back in his seat, huffing out of anger. You smiled to yourself and kept taking notes on your assignment. After class you met with your teacher who simply said to be on time, you went to lunch and sat with your friends. There was Mike Hanlon, the quiet sweet mom friend. There was Eddie, the worrying friend, who always had a first aid kit. Richie, your best friend since diapers, he’s your neighbor and he’s a dumb bitch whore but you love him. Beverly Marsh is your girl-friend, like you guys sometimes casually fuck no feelings or strings attached. “Hey guys, what’s the plan today?” Eddie shook his head “Not today gang, I have work then I have to fix my car.” Mike shrugged, “I have farm work to do y’all, sorry.”

 “Bev, Richie? I know you’re free.” They nodded and picked at their school lunch. “Yeah we can smoke at the quarry.” After ten minutes Bev fell asleep at the table, Richie rolled blunts, Eddie listened to music, and Mike was doing homework. You got up to take a break from that awful smelly crowded lunch room. You walked right into somebody and quickly apologized, “Sorry dude, my bad.” Stan chuckled and ran a hand through his curls, “It’s all good doll.” You sighed “I take back my apology.” Stan smiled “So, why aren’t you with your crackhead friends?” You sighed “They’re all being dull. Even Richie and he is never and I mean never, dull.” Stan chuckled and cleared his throat, “Will you come to my game tonight?” You rolled your eyes “And why the fuck would I do that?” Stan smiled, “Because who wouldn’t want to see this cutie on the ice, and i’m not asking.” You smiled, “I will think about it” 

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“No fucking way y/n! No fucking way am I going to the hockey game! Have you lost your shit?!” You grabbed Richie’s hand, “Please Chee pleasssseee” He rolled his eyes, “Wait, did Stan ask you to go?” You nodded slowly “Then no. I’m not going, not for him- wait Toby’s gonna be there, where’s the face paint bitch?” You laughed, painted his freckles black and orange,  and grabbed your old letterman jacket from track. “DAD ME AND CHEE ARE GOING TO THE HOCKEY GAME WE’LL BE BACK BY CURFEW!” You left your house and ran to the drivers side. “Richie there is now way in fucking hell you’re driving my fucking car.” He pouted and got in the other side. 

     When you walked into the ice rink and smiled at Stan. “Y/n don’t you hate him?” You shrugged “He ain’t as bad as he seems Chee.” Your two got some popcorn and sat down. You kind of forgot that hockey is so violent so when they basically started fight you freaked. “Bub relax it’s allowed.” Richie rubbed your arm. When the game was over you went to congratulate Stan on his winning goal but bill stopped you.

 “Hey babygirl, up for some more fun?” You backed away from him “Just because I said yes doesn’t mean it’s consent forever. No I don’t want your dick near me ever again please.” Bill smiled, “Whore.” You walked away and heard Richie yell something, you turned and saw him punch Bill in the face. “You learn a bit when your dads abusive, aint that right billy” Richie got up and walked to you, “Sorry about that bub, you alright?” You nodded and found Stan. “Good job tonight Stan. Winning goal huh?” Stan chuckled and smiled, “Maybe I could...uh, put that number to use?” You gave him a wink before heading to your house with Richie. You dreamt of Stan that night. 

[thetwstwildcard]

Quick bios for my female ocs (I’ll do it for my boys and their dorms later)

Lovette Sieglinde

A “young” woman of unknown age. Her magic involves charming people or trapping them with her strings. She gets along well with Malleus (his nickname is Malley-cat because he was “feral” when she first met him). She has a fondness for Silver and will flirt with Sebek to tease him to make him flustered. She does not get along with Lilia as he often breaks her charms on people. She does not like combat as it takes too much work and often uses her charms to avoid work. She was not always a human, however the person who gave her her power and human form is no longer alive. She is slightly vain and deemed herself a “pretty bird”.

Kiara Sarabi

A lioness with a strong sense of devotion. She is childhood friends with Leona, but she was originally betrothed to his brother. She is very strong willed and short tempered. She won’t let people see if she’s in pain (when they were kids Leona told her not to be a burden to him though he never really meant it). While she is not the smartest when books become involved, she has perfect marks in physical classes. While she acts rude, she is very protective, calling people of Savanaclaw her “cubs”. When she first met Jack, she did get into a fight with him. Though childhood friends, her and Leona can clash quite often. Due to their magic (sand and fire), glass is often found where they “fight”. Her magic is close quarters (fire covering her hands/forearms and legs). Due to her powers she has several pairs of clothing as they burn.

Galatea Hexis

A woman created by a man in attempts to “revive” his daughter. While she cannot currently use magic, her creators magic allows her to become more and more human as she gets more knowledgeable about human interaction. Her voice is very monotone, and she does not understand sarcasm (though sometimes she will fake glitches to avoid lengthy conversations). She strives to keep productivity in Ignhyde and will often tutor students.

Emery Jäger

A young woman who is childhood “friends” with Vil, who often used her as a doll (her current hair and outfit were also chosen by him). She came from a wealthy family of hunters and is a natural with a bow and arrow (which is how she makes conversation with Rook). She is extremely soft spoken and will often make herself appear smaller when strangers talk to her. She has deep regrets for the sole creature she did hunt and kill (a deer). Her magic involves making a bow and arrow out of light and animals. She can talk easily to Epel now but when they first met, she was scared. It is very easy to make her cry. Emery rarely talks and only does so when spoken to.

Nasira Salim

A sorceress with a eel as a familiar. She is a one-sided rival with Jamil (who does not care). She does get along with Kalim. Though born without magic, she sacrificed her forearm for dark magic which made her forearm and hand skeletal (why she wears a glove). Because of this however she is almost always on the verge of overblotting. Her magic includes black flames and making skeletal “minions” out of shadows. Lazy when it comes to classes she usually skips. She is very friendly but does not always understand physical bounries.

Veil Aecor

A mysterious girl with an unknown history. Her magic takes the form of poisonous electricity, but she has to take from other things to gain strength which means she has to schedule her fights. She is always seen wearing headphones and covering an eye. She has never been seen with a different expression, but is it because she doesn’t want to or because she can’t? She always has music playing so she does not know people’s voices, but she can read lips easily. Out of them all, she gets along most with Jade (before her overblot). After her overblot, she can be seen sometimes without her headphones and will let Floyd wear them. In fights her powers take the form of an electric guitar with note projectiles. An unknown curse was broken after her overblot which now allows her to show emotions.

Catherine Shire

The “Cheshire cat” of wonderland. The younger twin of Chenya and holds a great hatred toward him. She seems to be connected to the dorm members of Tulgey Wood, but she actively avoids them when she can. Though she will glance at other members, she will run away from Chase. While she teases her other dorm members (Riddle included) she does follow all the rules. Her magic includes two things: a “passive” which allows her to transport herself when she smiles and “Wild Card” an ability which allows her to use the powers of someone she has seen before. But depending on who's abilities it drains her more and it is random every time, she cannot choose who she mimics. She actively teases Ace and gets along with Cater, often posting selfies with him. A natural with broom riding, she will often show off her abilities and flexibility ( "cats always land on their feet")

[ciarawritesmarvel]

number five - steve rogers x reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: A lot of language, I’m sorry, it just really fit with the character I was writing! Also, pregnancy ands kids and all that with some fluffity Steve

A/N: This is my entry for @teamcap4bucky‘s 2K Celebration! Congrats on 2K lovely, you absolutely deserve it and seem like a wonderful person! I had a lot of fun writing this, as I don’t often write about our faves having kids...couldn’t help myself this time though. And don’t forget, on Wednesday we begin Hello Spring! Anyway, without further ado...

Prompt: “Turn around for me baby, I want to see you.”

masterlist is in my bio and tags will be in a reblog...enjoy!

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“Keep that man away from me!” you shout, storming off the quinjet with purposeful steps into the compound.

“Sweetheart, please!” Steve called out to you, a desperate note in his voice that tugged at your heart strings and would have sent you back into his arms had your mind not been swirling. Instead, you ignored him and continued the way you were going, getting inside, rounding the corner and putting as much distance between you and the bastard as possible.

As soon as you were well away from him you stopped walking and let out a guttural screech, punching the wall before you knew what you were doing. You’d hardly punched it hard, your self-preservation instincts kicking in to stop you but the sting in your knuckles stopped you from doing it again, even if you really, really wanted to. You let out a shaky exhale, closing your eyes as you leant your head against the wall, your body giving in to the exhaustion as all the adrenaline leaked out of your body.

“Y/N?”

The voice behind you put you back on edge, but the fact that it wasn’t Steve’s at least meant you weren’t going to run away. You turned your head, still leaving it against the wall and looked at the intruder on your private moment. “What do you want, Romanoff?”

“Just checking on you,” she walked over with her hands held up in surrender, coming to stand next to you against the wall. She stared at the wall opposite as she spoke, “Any reason you’re more pissed than I’ve ever seen you and punching the walls of the compound corridor?”

You groaned, clutching your hand and closing your eyes, tilting your head to the ceiling as you breathed deeply.

“My husband,” you began, not even being able to bring yourself to say his name, “Has done something unspeakable. Unforgivable.” Nat quickly looked at you instead of the opposite wall, surprise written all over her face.

“Are you being serious right now? I can’t tell if you’re-”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Natasha?” you cut through her words and she pressed her lips together. You could tell she was trying to stop herself, but it didn’t last long.

“What’s he done?”

Another groan from you. Whether it was the pain of your hand or the pain of the question, Nat wasn’t sure.

“Don’t ask.”

“I kinda feel like I already have,” Nat murmured and you opened your eyes just to glare at her. You sighed. You hadn’t wanted this to go this way at all.

“Okay,” you conceded, “So you know how we were separated during the mission? All on different sides of the building, when comms were down-”

“You saw Steve and Bucky kiss?!” Nat interrupted and you balked. She had always thought they would go for each other, but that view was not at all helpful right at that moment. Or ever, really, seeing as you and Steve had been married for 6 years.

“No! Why is that always your go-to? Would you let me finish? I was just about to enter the building, gun cocked and foot poised to kick down the door when-”

“When what!”

“When I threw up, Nat. I threw up!”

Nat’s brow furrowed of its own accord. You stood and waited with an unamused expression on your face as you waited for her to catch on. It took a few seconds, but soon her face was opening up in understanding, her mouth forming an ‘o’ as she worked it out. “No…”

“Yes. He’s gotten me pregnant. Again!” you covered your mouth as your words sank in, “Oh my god!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air and pushing yourself away from the wall.

“Okay, stay calm, it’ll-”

“Stay calm? Stay fucking calm? Nat, I’ve got four kids. That’s more than enough. I mean three of those four were mistakes, for fuck’s sake!”

Nat raised a brow at you.

“Mistakes that I treasure more than anything, of course,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. To you it was, of course. Your kids were the best things in your life, even if you hadn’t been intending to have four. Five, you reminded yourself. You were going to have five kids. You basically already did. Your hand came up to rub your stomach absentmindedly.

“I think you’re happy about this,” Nat deduced suddenly and you looked at her, with a clearly false look of disgust on your face.

“That’s absurd…”

“No, it isn’t. You’re happy about having five kids and you’re terrified that Steve won’t be. That’s why you were so angry with him. He doesn’t even know yet, does he?”

You stared down at the floor.

“...he thinks I’m angry because he accidentally threw his shield vaguely near me during the fight.”

“Oh Y/N,” Nat sighed and you wondered when the two of you had started pacing up and down the corridor.

“I mean, it wasn’t even that near me, I just panicked when he started talking to me on the flight back so I used that as an excuse to be mad.”

“Oh, Y/N!”

“Would you stop acting like a disapproving aunt for two seconds!” you took Nat by the shoulders as you spoke loudly and the two of you stopped your pacing. A few seconds went by as you stared at each other.

“You’re pregnant,” Nat whispered, the hints of a smile just beginning to blossom on her face and you couldn’t help but give in, a grin overtaking your face as you pulled her in for a tight hug, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

“I’m pregnant!” you whisper-shouted excitedly, feeling the tears building in your eyes as you stood swaying in other’s hug.

“Shut up! You’re pregnant?” came a sudden extra voice in the corridor and your eyes widened as you turned your head in the hug to see the excitable puppy of Clint Barton sticking his head around the wall, eyes alight with joy. You pushed out of the hug.

“Nat fill him in, would you? I need to find Steve!” you were already running down the corridor, planting a quick kiss on Clint’s cheek and calling out again, “And don’t tell anyone!”

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You found him in your shared mission room, standing at his wardrobe, staring into space. He’d changed out of mission gear, instead in jeans and a button up but he was wringing his hands together, anything but relaxed. It was his typical worried pose. You frowned. You’d been so unfair; just because you’d panicked in the moment didn’t mean he deserved such harshness, such cold looks and words. The guilt weighed heavy on top of you and you felt the tears prick your eyes again. The hormones had arrived already, you noted.

Without much thought, you strode over to your husband and wrapped your arms around his middle from behind, squeezing tight, resting your cheek on the muscles of his back and squishing into him. You winced when he tensed in your grip but relaxed when he did, feeling him melt into your arms, his hands resting on your own.

“I’m so so sorry, honey,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his back through the fabric of his shirt, “I was such a bitch.”

“You’re never a bitch,” Steve assured you firmly and you smiled at the protectiveness in his voice, “But you did have me worried.”

His admission made your heart sink.

“I know, and I have no excuse.”

“I’m really sorry for throwing my shield near-” Steve began but you squeezed him impossibly tighter as you interrupted.

“Oh god, please don’t apologise! Your shield was nowhere near me and you damn well know it!”

He chuckled and you felt the vibrations run right from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You leaned upwards and pressed another kiss, this time to the nape of his neck. His arms wrapped more firmly around your own.

“Well, I was pretty sure it was nowhere near you,” he said between chuckles, but once his laughter died down his tone became more serious, “Is there something else wrong, sweetheart? Not like you to snap for no reason.”

You steadied yourself. This was it. No time like the present.

“Turn around for me baby, I want to see you,” you said softly and Steve was quick to turn, your arms falling from him. The concern in his eyes was palpable.

“That sounds serious,” he said, half-jokingly but all jokes fell away from his expression when you just gave him a watery smile. He took your hands in his, “Okay, you’re scaring me.”

“Don’t be scared,” you reassured him, rubbing circles into his knuckles with the pads of thumbs, either to ground him or yourself, you weren’t sure, “I mean maybe be a little scared. But not too much. Or maybe not at all, it just depends-”

“Y/N.”

You took a breath.

“I threw up, on the mission.”

A pause. A long, lengthy, heart-wrenching pause.

“But you never throw up.”

Steve’s voice was barely there and you could tell he’d worked it out. He was slightly quicker on the uptake that Nat was on things such as these. Emotional matters. Still, he seemed in disbelief.

“I never throw up,” you agreed, “Other than when I’m…”

You trailed off, unable to quite finish your sentence as you felt the tears yet again, knowing that crying was a surefire sign too. As a pretty enhanced human being, throwing up was not a regular occurrence for you but for some reason, when pregnant, you threw up whenever and wherever you were, especially in the first trimester. So you didn’t even need to take a test. You knew.

Steve’s face was a picture, one that you wanted committed to your memory for the rest of your life and beyond. Tears welled in his eyes, grin splitting his face in half. He moved his hand, still holding yours, so that both of your hands were resting against your stomach. Your tears began to fall. It was all so surreal.

“You’re pregnant, doll?”

You nodded happily, a little burst of a giggle set free and Steve joined in the sound, laughing as he swept you up into an embrace, lifting you off the ground and into his arms. Your hands flew to his neck to keep steady, still giggling, legs flailing about above the ground. He places you down carefully, like you’re fragile, could break any moment. Hands find their way to your hair, cup your face lightly, hold you so that your foreheads rest together.

He leans in and steals a kiss, followed by another before he’s quickly kissing your whole face, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, kissing your tears away and kissing the corners of your grin.

“I take it you’re not mad, then,” you concluded and Steve pulled back, looking at you agape.

“Mad? Why the hell would I be mad?”

He genuinely sounded puzzled and you felt stupid. Of course he wasn’t mad. You really were hormonal.

“I don’t know,” you admitted sheepishly, “I convinced myself earlier that you’d be mad or upset or something which is why I panicked when you came to talk on the jet and made up that shit about the shield.”

The pity came off him in waves and he tugged you in close again, hands rubbing shoulders, upper arms, shoulders again.

“Our family’s growing. That’s never going to be a bad thing,” he says succinctly, sure of himself and you’re sure too then. You believe him, trust him. And though you never planned on four, you couldn’t imagine it any other way. This would be exactly the same.

“I love you so much, Steve,” you said it as if it were a secret known only to the two of you, a special thing to be kept away, kept safe. He held your words to his heart.

“I love you too,” he replied, lungs all out of breath, “More than I can ever tell you.”

You stand for a few moments, basking in each other’s company, his hand and yours somehow weaving down to your stomach once again, yours resting atop his, fingers linked.

“It’s a girl,” you say certainly.

“Not this again!”

“I can feel it this time!”

“You could feel it last time,” he said, and though he might have sounded exasperated, you could tell by the glimmer in his eye that he wasn’t, not at all.

“How should we tell the others?” you asked, suddenly remembering that you’d have to break the news to your other kids, who you were 60% sure would be incredibly happy for you. Currently, they were deep in the left wing of the compound, far from the incoming/outgoing missions, business meetings and bloodied new recruits. The far left wing belonged solely to the Stark family and the Rogers family and was known as a strictly family friendly area, no mission gear allowed, no swearing, no shop talk. Tony, Steve and you took turns to go on missions when you were needed, so that there was always a grown up in charge. This time, with you and Steve required for a slightly more difficult raid, Tony was left with the six of them and you thanked your lucky stars that Pepper had been available too.

Apart from the fact that it was almost definite that Tony was teaching your kids how to make lasers or something right now. They always knew something new when you got back. Sometimes something good, sometimes something slightly worrying.

“Well, we took them to Disneyland for James, did the whole “What’s in the Box’ nonsense for Margie...what did we do for Alice again?”

“I think we just told Claudia that I was pregnant normally,” you answered, moving over to your wardrobe and changing out of your gear in record time, stepping into a cotton sundress perfect for the unexpected good spring weather, “I mean she was like two at the time.”

“Wasn’t that the most successful though? The box one was a disaster, you remember?”

“I remember,” you said grimly, shuddering as you thought about it, brushing your hair in the mirror and wiping any remaining dirt and blood from your face,  “Maybe we should just tell them.”

“What, now?”

“Well, no time like the present! I know you only really tell people at 12 weeks but that doesn’t count for family right?”

“Of course not! We’ll just tell the family for now, oh, I’m so excited!”

You bit your lip.

“Ah, well, if we’re just telling the kids then-”

“Who knows?” Steve asked suddenly, shaking his head at you fondly and you were just glad he wasn’t annoyed that you’d already told some people.

“Nat,” you admitted and Steve nodded as if that made sense, “And Clint, but that’s cause the little shit was eavesdropping.”

“Well that was on you, if you talk to Nat you know Clint’s listening, it’s how those two work. But I said we were telling family - that’s the kids and the others. They’re family, right?”

You grinned.

“Let’s go tell them!” you squealed excitedly, looking as if you’d never been on a mission in your life, rushing over and pulling on his hand as you began to skip out of the room, but his hand tugged you back and into his arms. One hand firmly on your back and the other holding your face, he dipped you and you yelped, but then he kissed you like he never had before and you lost yourself in him. Your own hand reached up into his hair and found its place on the back of his neck, the other holding onto his arm for dear life.

He pulled away slowly, guiding you back upright and keeping his hold, noticing your shaky legs with a smug grin.

“Now let’s go,” he muttered softly and you stared up to him wide-eyed, still in slight shock. His hand wound around your own as he pulled you with him and when you came to your senses once more, you caught up to him and swung your hands between you as you walked rather quickly down the corridor and towards the kids’ section of the compound.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” you murmured as you walked, trying to look as nonchalant as possible to people passing you.

“Watched a YouTube video,” he admitted, a cute blush spreading up his neck that made you sidle up closer to him, “I dropped Sam like fifteen times when we practiced.”

You held back a snort.

“You’re lucky we’ve got bigger things to do right now, Rogers, cause otherwise I’d be teasing your ass so hard right now.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

[embermarsh]

INTRO TO EMBER

( danielle rose russell , 24 looks 20, cis female, she/her ) The war is about to start EMBER MARSH. We see that you will be fighting for the MARSH family as a LYCAN. SHE reminds me of HOT AND STILL GLOWING EMBERS AFTER A FIRE HAS RAGED, AN INNER BATTLE OF RETICENCE AND DAUNTLESSNESS, BUBBLING LAUGHTER ON THE PURSE OF YOUR LIPS. We wish you luck. ( cat, 25, she/her, gmt/bst )

ABOUT

name: ember ruth marsh nicknames: em, red, little marsh, marsh age: 24, looks 20 gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: pansexual species: lycanthrope occupation: forensic scientist ( with a focus on blood spatter analysis ), with aspirations to become a forensic pathologist positive attributes: charming, compassionate, dauntless, ardent, tactile, loyal negative attributes: reticient, stubborn, naive, scrutinizing, unceasing, sarcastic fc: danielle rose russell

HEADCANONS

ember first turned a week after her 13th birthday ( and boy was it a doozy, although she’d been told since birth what shifting was like [ although an entirely individual experience ] and about her family affliction, and even though she felt prepared - she wasn’t. it was entirely out of her control and she realised soon enough into the transition that regardless of how prepared she’d tried to be, she wasn’t going to be able to control this -- her first transformation, she was just going to have to let it happen, go through it, survive it and figure out what to do afterwards. she came too the next day, unaware of her surrounding, uncomfortable and sore. the fact she was disassociated from her environment for a few moments really threw her and she cried. )

ember made it her mission, after her few first transformations to find a place where she had control ( or at least more of it ) of the experience.

although the girl of the Marsh family ( in regards to the children of george and kelly ) ember has always tried to tousle with her siblings and other family members as if she wasn’t the daughter ( and granddaughter ) of the alpha/s. of course; she’s less boisterous than her brothers, and perhaps a little more reserved than others ( although that doesn’t mean she can’t and won’t be bold ). if it’s possible to be a balanced lycan, that is she. she’s had the experience and love and care from her older family memebers to guide her, show her what to do and what not to do, and it really has benefitted her.

ember has never had an issue with blood or injury or violence; she’d had plenty of gory and horror movie sessions with friends that she shouldn’t have when younger, and there was the whole fact that she was a lycan and not unaccustomed to the more macabre side of life sometimes; but it lead her to her career path now. a forensic scientist ( going to crime scenes, carefully collecting and looking at evidence, examining and analysing it to help law enforcement catch criminals and solve crimes ).

( it’s no surprise ) ember loves dogs, and if she could, she’d buy a house and fill it with dogs. she has a chesnut lab setter ( labrador/red setter ) pup who she got from an old college friend whose dog accidentally got pregnant and had a litter of puppies. ember got dana ( named after dana scully ) about a year ago.

she loves everything noodles related; honestly, if it’s got noodles, it’s got her vote. of course, it’s important she have a balanced diet because she burns energy differently and needs her strength for shifting etc, but she can’t resist a noodle based meal. if you need to get into ember’s good books, want a favour, or need forgiveness, come bearing noodles.

ember is a dark reddy brown coloured wolf.

BIO

ember was born after 36 hours of labor, the middle marsh child for george and kelly marsh, and a baby girl no less. ( finally a girl after a rambunctious boy ) was it possible to be the youngest child, a girl; the only girl, and not be a princess? yes. because ember had no inkling of the spoilt baby troupe. she just wanted to be one of the family, play with her brother and cousins. and that didn’t change when her baby brother, Jeremy, came along. although yes she was the only girl, and doted on ( mama’s and daddy’s girl both equally ), she was still a marsh! she wasn’t a delicate porcelain doll that you couldn’t pick up without fear of breaking. but she was treated differently to the boys, because being a lycan was different for a woman. in little ways, but different, and with that came different lessons to be taught and understood. ember was born on an impossible hot day, and thank god for air con and ice chips because if not kelly marsh would not have gotten through it. but it was the mess of red hair atop her head that convinced her parents that ember was the right name for her, more so than the sorching weather outside. 

ember always knew she wasn’t going to be alpha, or even beta. she’d never assumed she’d be any ranking in the pack, because of how many marsh’s came before her, but it didn’t stop her from wanting it. silently, quietly, patiently. she was ambitious, she was capable. she was... also thankful for the freedom that also gave her. she wasn’t as firmly fixed to the spot in cresthill as other’s were. she had the freedom to travel ( albeit for short amounts of time -- home was home and family is everything ) and study elsewhere.

she’d always had her eyes set on a challenging and perhaps more hands on//involved job, and it just so happened that she fell into the idea of forensic science and decided to look into the potential routes she could go into within that. although the end goal had always been forensic pathology, but after her brother’s brutal murder, ember paused her further study ( one year into a medical degree ) and found a job helping the Cresthill police department as a forensic scientist.

to hear that jeremy had been murdered ( not having been at home at the time ) was a surreal moment for ember, she remembered all the feeling and sensation rushing from her legs. it wasn’t until her hip ached from the impact of falling that she released she’d lost balance and fell to the ground. suddenly, she felt sick. very, very sick. and confused. and angry. and... she’d dropped everything to get home. there was no better way to express how she felt following his death and funeral than ...well, numb. something huge in her life was missing. but it was coming together with her family which helped her healing. being open and honest with Franklin helped hugely, and in truth, getting Dana helped lift her spirits and make her laugh again.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a best friend -- either day one buddies or they were very young when they met and bonded! outside of franklin, this person is her go-to. ride and die buddies for life. an ex-partner/crush -- it’s a little awkward now, maybe they broke up well, or not so. but the fact is ember is over it now. perhaps they were friends first, or perhaps they’ve tried to maintain a friendship after. this is very open to discussion. work colleague -- work can be stressful and long and hard work sometimes, but these two have each other to keep them laughing or their spirits up. be it a perfectly timed coffee cup being put on a desk, or a well timed lunch break.  friends with benefits -- whether it’s late night after work, or when they’re stressed and want some relief, and laughter, and alcohol, they can call upon the other. there are no strings attached ( perhaps there’s family politics or maybe they just know the visions they have for the future don’t match at all ) and it’s just fun. ember really needed some fun in her life after losing some of her fire after Jeremy’s death, and she happened to find it between the sheets with this person. antagonist -- she isn’t sure why ( really, she doesn’t know ) but this person just really gets under her skin! she can’t place it, but it’s glaringly obviously there.

more to come!

[barnesthesarge]

Lost Puppy

Bucky X Reader

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Summary: You finally get your dream dog, the sweetest puppy ever, one trip to the dog park proves the scariest moment as a dog parent.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendos

The sweet golden fluff jumped into a heap on your lap, actively spilling your mug of coffee all over you in the process. You only sighed and giggled, moving the ball on the cushion beside you and standing up to get paper towels.

“Oh Cap, what am I going to do with you?” As if replying, the small golden retriever sneezed and raced to nip at your ankles. “I have an idea, maybe we can go to that new dog park, you can make some friends, burn some energy, and for once I can relax, who knows brag about you to the other moms.”

Captain jumped back into your lap and began licking every inch of skin he could find, those dark eyes holding so much excitement, yet he knew nothing of what was in store for him today.

Your shower was quick, with the door left open of course, Captain’s little body could only hold so much anticipation away from you. By the time you left the house, it was nine am on a nice chilly Saturday morning. You were almost worried no one would be at the dog park, but pleasantly surprised to see it packed. 

Once you opened the gate and shut it behind you, you found a nice bench with a good view of the whole park, “Alright Cap, I’ll be right here, go make some friends.” You took him off his leash and watched him trot to a group of dogs for butt sniffs. A mother and daughter sat down beside you and let their husky off its leash.

“Is this your first time here?” The mom asked.

“Yes, is it that obvious?” You grinned at her, “Mine is the lil'golden puppy over there.”

“Aww he’s a doll! I bet he’s going to fit in pretty good.” Before you could reply, your phone began to ring.

“Oh shoot, I have to take this, can you watch my dog? His name is Captain.” The woman nodded at you and you walked away to answer. “Hello?” 

Unfortunately it was your boss, complaining that the woman you were training had been playing on her phone while doing paperwork, and because of that there was plenty of errors. “I need you to come in.” He stated flatly.

“Uhh, sure, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up with a frown, you’d only been there for--at most--ten minutes. You walked back to the bench to see the woman and her daughter gone, but their husky still running around. You shrugged and looked amongst groups, none of them containing Captain. 

You felt your heart stop, so you began walking around and calling his name, tears pooling in your eyes. It was such a stupid idea to have someone you didn’t know keep an eye on your dog, and now you couldn’t find him. Your phone rang again and you groaned, answering the unknown number.

“Hi, is this Captain’s owner?” A low voice asked, almost nervously.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, do you have him?” The voice on the other end chuckled.

“More like he has me, this little sucker really likes chewing on stuff.” The voice paused to scold Captain for chewing on his drawstring, “I’m at the Starbucks near the dog park, I’m assuming that’s where he escaped?” 

“Y-yes, I’ll be there in a second, thank you so much.” You hung up and began the slow jog just a block down the street.

You were met with the weirdest sight you’d seen in a while, the famous Winter Soldier sitting on the pavement playing with Captain, a cup of water beside him. You blushed when he looked up at you like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“You must be--I didn’t get your name..” He stood up, holding Captain in his arm while Captain assaulted his face with licks, you were in awe at how handsome he looked.

A black bomber jacket with a blue sweater shirt beneath, and you could see exactly where Captain had been chewing on his sweat shirt string. His cheeks were red from the cold, stubble covering his jawline. He wore a baseball cap over his chocolate-colored locks.

“I’m Y/N.” You grinned as he handed you Captain, he smiled watching Captain turn and cover you with kisses.

“Bucky. He’s very lovely.” He bit his bottom lip, “They have a small hole in their fence. I’m sure this bugger found his way out and down the street. He’s a bit friendly, people only stopped trying to pet him when they realized who had him.”

You looked up at him expectantly, “People fear the Avengers?” You scoffed, “I guess you hear stupid things every day..”

“Normally people don’t fear them, its just me..” He sipped his coffee shamefully.

“Hmm, don’t think I can bring it in me to fear you, especially after seeing you play with Cap in front of a Starbucks.” You grinned teasingly, “I don’t even think I’d see the real Captain America doing that.” 

“You named him after..” He trailed off and chuckled, “His name makes sense, Steve.. He was always getting into trouble, seems like this little guy got the same gene.”

You shrugged, “I’m hoping he’ll grow out of it, I figure his little body can only hold so much trouble that he has to let some of it out before he overflows.”

“Oh it’ll only get worse.” Bucky laughed beautifully and you couldn’t help but share his smile.

“Anyways, thank you for rescuing Captain America, I owe you a big one, but unfortunately I have to take this trouble maker home before I’m late to work.” You held out your hand for him to shake and he shook it.

“It was nice meeting you, both of you.” He saluted Cap and you giggled as you put him back on his leash and walked him home.

»»——⍟——««

Next week you found yourself back at the same dog park, this time never taking your eyes off Captain as he played with the other dogs. You watched him so closely you didn’t even notice the person who sat down on the bench beside you.

“Thought I might find you here.” You jumped and he chuckled, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Hey Bucky, how are you?” You smiled, wondering if he had been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.

“Better now, I find being in the presence of many, many dogs to be comforting.” He looked at you and then looking at Cap playing tug’of’war with a corgi. “How’re you?”

“Well so far I’ve been here for half an hour, and I haven’t gotten called in to work, and Cap hasn’t escaped. I’d say pretty good.” Bucky leaned closer to you.

“If I’m being honest with you Y/N, you owe me another big one. I went and patched up the hole in the fence after we met.” He winked at you and you realized he was flirting with you.

“Y-you didn’t have to do that..” You blushed nervously.

“But I did.” He shrugged, “Maybe to only owe me one again, you and Captain can come grab coffee with me?” His long hair was pulled into a bun on the base of his neck, he wore a leather jacket with a Captain America shirt, black skinny jeans and combat boots.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t want to be in debt to you forever.” As if on cue, Captain trotted over and starting chewing on Bucky’s shoelaces. “I think he wants that coffee Bucky.” You reattached the leash and walked beside Bucky to the Starbucks you first met at.

»»——⍟——««

One coffee date turned into two, and then dinner together, and then seeing movies, reading together, coming over to dance, meeting the rest of the Avengers, and then celebrating Captain’s second birthday. 

Now as you laid in bed together, lazily drawing circles on Bucky’s chest, Captain jumped onto the bed and took to Bucky’s other side, getting comfy and laying his head next to yours.

“See? Cap has good taste too babe.” Bucky huffed a laugh and started running his fingers through your hair.

“Hmm, is that the actual reason you weren’t scared when we first met?” He kissed the top of your head and Cap huffed in annoyance, wanting to be pet too.

“Part of the reason, yes, but I wasn’t scared of you in the first place because there isn’t much reason to, forget the fact I didn’t know you had a metal arm, you were wearing gloves you ass.” He laughed loudly, the sound echoing in his chest.

“You’re telling me that you named your dog after Captain America, and didn’t even know his best friend had a metal arm? I mean, I was also all over the news when I was framed for the Vienna bombing.” Cap moved so Bucky would be scratching his chin.

“Okay listen, just because I work for the news paper doesn’t mean I know anything Buck, now shut up or I’ll actually get unengaged from you.” Bucky gasped loud enough to upset Cap, who started licking his face.

“Stop it!” He giggled, “Y/N you and Cap love me too much, you couldn’t live without me!”

“Fine fine! I’m sorry I wasn’t scared of you when we first met, and I’m also sorry that your metal arm is kinda hot and gives good massages.” You moved and reached up to plant a firm kiss on his lips, effectively making Cap jump off the bed to go eat.

“I think my metal arm does a lot more than give good massages doll.” He flipped you over and got on top of you, kissing you again, “It’s also good at picking heavy stuff up.” He said innocently.

“Fucking hell Barnes, there’s no way I’ll willingly become Mrs. Barnes if you don’t finish what you meant.” You growled and he only kissed you again.

“Why don’t I show you instead?” He winked.

»»——⍟——««

Fin!!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did!! Please consider donating to my Ko-Fi in my bio, I’m about to start college so anything helps! (:

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

J.B.B (15)

Bucky x fem!Reader

Series: Will contain fluff, smut, bloodshed, violence, anxiety, tears and the cries of my wilted soul. Yes, the usual. With a dash of the not so liked canon that I wanted to set on fire and drop into a 2000 ft deep valley.

Chapter content: The Endgame stuff and more more.

Warnings: Pain. Anxiety.

Word count: shhhh! Just shhh!

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, doll

"Can I help you with that?"

You knew the voice. And you wanted to avoid it. But considering the fact you were standing in his goddamn hardware store, there was no escaping it.

"Oh, thank you, Ben," you acknowledged, "but I'm good. I got it."

Clutching the basket filled with soldering iron, transmitters and capacitors, safe wires and kid's walkie talkies, you passed a smile of gratitude at 'handsome Ben'- as Tony liked to call him, thanks to those doe eyes and cutting looks- before walking towards the billing counter.

You liked visiting Ben's store. It was never too crowded to make you feel lost and never too vacant to make you anxious in the huge space. And you had to admit Ben's presence in the place always made it ten times brighter. You never wanted to admit it out loud but he was one of the reasons you looked forward to visiting the town market. This guy had been a soft ray of sunshine since the day you bumped into him while trying to decide which remote-controlled car to buy for the daughter of a genius. He had been quite patient with your requests to please Morgan that day. And then it was a series of bumping-into-each-other incidents for the next few weeks, helping each other out through daily stuff while enjoying the time together.

"Soooooo," you heard Ben, watching him scratch the back of his neck in nervousness from the corner of your eye, making you bite down on your lip to stop the smile forming over them, "you and Morgan still working on Ivy?"

You gently put the basket of supplies on the counter and faced Ben, whose height reminded you that there were people out there who towered you like giants. "Yeah. Morgan's the brain. I'm the muscle. And the adult she needs to work the solder. And the tester. Her little robot is coming out pretty fine if you ask me."

Ben nodded and smiled. You could see the faint flush of pink under those fair cheeks while the wisp of his cologne could tell you he was getting heated on the nervousness building inside him. That poor guy had to hide it all by running his hand through his long hair. Just...just like-

"You going to the farmer's market?"

"Hm?" It was like you had just broken a glass wall he had been standing behind to admire you from afar.

"I'm going to the farmer's market. Have to get some blueberries. Tony's alpaca ate all the ones Pepper grew so...would you like to join me?"

He stood there frozen for a second. "Yeah," he finally blurted, his eyes going soft before lighting up. "Yeah."

.

The ride back home was filled with a car smelling of all the fresh vegetable scents and new soothing memories of an afternoon well spent with a new friend. The hues of the evening were running past the window along with the trees that humbly welcomed you every day back to your abode in the woods beside a peaceful lake.

Morgan will be excited for this, you thought to yourself as you side-eyed the new fruit Ben had bought you to try. It had been ages since you'd seen this juicy delicacy from your homeland. Yeah, but that can only happen if she and Tony don't experiment on it first.

Stopping the car in front of your house, you picked up the bags with a string of excitement playing inside you. It was game night and you were going to play charades and if there was anything that Tony had learned was that any team that had you in it always won. And he learned that the hard way when he teamed you up with Morgan.

You could see Gerald standing by the back of the house facing your yard, turning slowly to look your way as if he was sniffing those blueberries in your grocery bag from miles away.

"No, Gerald," you shook your head, swinging the bag away from his intrusive nose, "not today. I got something else for you though. I'll give it to you after dinner."

Gerald hummed, watching you cross the lawn to make it to the front of the house as Pepper walked out hurriedly.

"Hey, Pepper!"

"Hey, hon!" She called out, her voice carrying a little break somewhere in there, being hidden by the smile she gave you, "come let's have dinner," she added, pointing you to the kitchen door she'd just come out of.

"Oh, I'll be with you in a minute," you stated while skipping a step and raising the bags in your hand, "I just gotta show Morgan and Mr Stark something first."

"Y/N, sweetie, wait-"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence, for you were already two steps to the front porch, getting your excitement ready for the little one.

"Hey, Magoona! You're not gonna believe what Ben and I found in the mar-"

The last word didn't drop. It took a dive from the highest mountain and fell without any trace in the deepest of valleys with nothing but darkness. Just like your heart did on watching Steve, Natasha and a stranger standing on the porch with Tony. Morgan, who had been embracing Tony right that very second, felt her ears perk up at your voice, taking a tiny gasp before wiggling out of her father's protective hold to run down the steps and hug you by the legs, shrieking your name in excitement.

"Y/N! Ivy food!"

It wasn't until you felt Morgan's hug that you realised you'd been standing there, breathless, watching Steve's face bring all the memories back- the darkness, the dust, the tears and the crumbling of any last speck of hope left inside you. Had it not been for Morgan's hold, you were surely about to fall flat onto the ground, clenching your chest for air as the battle cries and stench of blood rose from the dormant crests of your hidden fears.

Tony saw. Natasha too. Steve couldn't miss it even if he wanted to.

"Magoona!" Tony softly shouted for his little one, "help Y/N with those bags, would you?"

Morgan took the two lightest bags and walked back up the porch to go inside as the stranger held the door for her.

"Y/N, are you al-"

Steve's voice made the infant ache inside your chest worse, making you gently dump the rest of the bags on the ground before stepping away to find space to breathe.

"Steve, I think you should go." You could hear Tony say as you walked back to your safe space.

"Tony she deserves to know," you heard Steve this time, "she deserves to know she has a chance of getting back Buck-"

You didn't realise the step, tripping on the concrete block and scrapping your knee, feeling no part of your body wanting to break the fall. And when there was an impact, no part of you wanted to get back up.

It was a blur, the next few moments. Two pair of arms were trying to support your weight on them to help you get back on your feet. But everything was distant. The voices calling out your name were dominated by the ever-increasing pressure in your chest and the unwelcome heat all over your body was not helping it.

"Y/N. Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Y/N, sweetie, can you hear me?"

"Guys, just hold her, okay?"

"Why? What are you gonna-"

A wave of cold struck your heated cheeks, jolting you out of the anxiety-ridden tenace to face gentle green eyes. "It's okay," they whispered, before the cold travelled to your neck, "you're okay."

"Nat," you whispered back, letting your arms wrap themselves around her frame.

"I got you," she responded softly, taking you in her hold, "I got you. Come on."

.

The fire in your modest living room crackled while Natasha drew the curtains. You sat on the carpeted floor next to the fire with a bottle of water in your hand, rubbing your forehead to get rid of the images springing inside your head.

"No, I think you've done enough for today Steve."

"Tony. Please. I just wanna meet her as a friend, I promise."

The muffled voices outside your door caught your attention. Natasha's too.

"We'll leave," she mentioned out of the blue, her smile warm as ever for you, "we didn’t mean to ruin your dinner plans."

"No," you shook your head, shutting the bottle, "you guys should stay. This...I... it's nothing to do with-I'm fine."

Before Natasha could say more, you got up and walked to the door to open it and see a furious Tony looking at nearly-down-on-his-knees Steve before they turned- finding all their emotions dissolving into one big pile of worry- in your direction.

"Sorry about that," you apologised, "let's have dinner," and walked out towards Tony's place like nothing had happened, leaving even Natasha a bit unsettled.

.

"The pie is amazing," the stranger, who introduced himself as Scott Lang, exclaimed.

I like this guy.

"Y/N made it" Tony added. Steve and Natasha could see the little puff in his chest as he mentioned that information. "She makes mean pies and noodles."

"And pasta," Steve muttered.

"Y/N, can we have creamy pasta tomorrow?" A voice called from the other side of the table- opposite where you sat. Morgan looked at you with her beautiful pleading eyes before stealing a look at Steve.

"Yes. Sure!" You smiled back at the little one, making her grin in delight at the Captain.

"Will you have pasta with us tomorrow?" She asked Steve, Scott and Natasha.

Straight to the point. You snickered internally on watching the gaping mouths looking at Morgan in shock.

"We'd love to!" Scott finally broke the silence that Pepper was probably going to fill with 'who wants some ice cream'. "But we have to go to work tomorrow."

"Oh," Morgan exclaimed, going back into her chair while pressing her lips and looking up at the ceiling, "hmm. We'll save some for you then."

Steve smiled at her. "Thank you, Morgan! That's very nice of you."

"It's okay. We'll have plenty because mommy and daddy don't eat it much. They say it's for the weak and lazy."

You and Scott nearly choked on your food while Tony coughed and Natasha tried to stop her giggle snort. Eventually, the entire table burst into a fit of laughter, making the tiniest member the happiest.

.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

A second of confused surprise later, Steve nodded in your direction. "Yeah."

You walked down the porch midway between the Starks and your place.

Before Steve could follow you, he felt a tug on his arm, making him turn to face Tony standing at the door, looking at everyone else trickle down towards the driveway.

"Rogers-"

"Tony, I heard you loud and clear-"

"She still has nightmares."

A gentle breeze blew through the quiet estate, bringing with it a sombre song of the rustle of leaves and the last call of birds going back home.

Even in the fading light, it was hard for Steve to miss the pain in his friend's eyes as he tried to blink away the flashbacks of nights he would wake up from a satisfying slumber to find the air shatter into pieces with your screams. So intense were your wails, there were times Tony had feared your lungs might collapse and end it all. Every such night, he was there, running through your front door, to your room to find you curled up in a corner sweating and screaming at some invisible void till he would softly announce himself and take you in his embrace, finding himself trying to undo everything on Titan, making sure you did not disappear from his arms. Not this time.

"She still cries at night because of what she lost as if she hasn't seen worse and she has," Tony stressed, his eyes nearly giving him away.

Steve stood there, frozen, looking at a father and a friend, fighting for the ones that were left behind.

The breeze swirled around them, singing a faint ballad of the dusk and sleep.

"Don't give her hope until you're sure you can bring her happiness back."

Stepping away with a pat on Steve's shoulder, Tony went ahead to bid farewell to Natasha and Scott- who felt honoured to have been made busy by the little Stark's million questions of curiosity.

Your face did not give away anything to Steve. Maybe you'd lost some weight. Maybe you'd lost some shine in your eyes. Maybe it was the dark circles he was noticing right now. Or the distant look in your gaze that seemed to be looking back in time, trying to avoid pain but never seeming to.

"Hey."

Steve's greeting brought you back to the present.

He hadn't changed. The Brooklyn boy you'd known years back, carrying the weight of this world on his shoulders while punching Nazis for breakfast. He still had the same look. The same brows of concern. The same warmth in his surroundings. The same as his old best friend.

"Are you okay?" You had to ask. "Don't mind Tony. He's just really protective about his family. Especially Morgan."

Steve stood there for a moment before chuckling.

Apparently, you hadn't changed so much either.

"He's... yeah. He's Tony," Steve replied, his head going down to look at the grass under his shoes.

"He has everything to lose right now, Steve," you stated, taking the Brooklyn boy by surprise. "Us? Not so much."

That's it. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry-"

His words were cut short by your arms engulfing his torso, your head resting on his chest, letting you take in his anxious heartbeat. "I miss him too."

He moves his arms around you when the first chilly breeze of the evening started to blow, wanting to protect you from every bad thing in this world; wanting to bring back your happiness and his best friend. If only he had the power to do so.

"If only."

The whisper was left into the air to carry on the winds of hope, never letting any of you know how the tides turned that fateful night by the man who found the answers to the fate of the world when he found the answers to go back in time.

[toloveawarlord]

In a Year: Summer Pt. 1- Harr

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

A little set up to the first part of this mini series! There will be 4 Seasons consisting of 4 chapters each (so 16 chapters total + a final ending chapter) and this will take place over the course of the next year!

This series features Harr, Sirius, Lancelot, and my oc Pippa during the 1 year of high school that they were all together and friends!

Tagging @plumpblueberry for always supporting my ideas!

One year from now, the four of us will have shared countless memories together, overcome great battles, loved and lost one another. Much like the seasons, our friendship was fleeting. You might think that I’m the center of this story, but no, I’m simply one revolving piece brought into the folds by the one who stood as the cornerstone.

Summer is meant to be filled with adventures and relaxation. And it was. The four of us were constantly trying to liven up our break from school through various escapades into unknown territory and late-night crusades.

This season solidified our friendship in the soft sand, and the tide of the future could hardly reach us. I might even say that we were at our happiest.

-Pippa

Tight. Itchy. Uncomfortable.

All those thoughts passed through his mind, fingers dug into the stiff collar of the snow-white dress shirt, pulled up against his neck with a red tie. The small corner of the garden secluded from the rest of the lively party had become his safe haven. Stars twinkled up in the navy night sky, surrounding a bright full moon. Harr huffed, sitting cross legged on the soft grassy patch hidden in the center of a circle of rosebushes.

Tinkling giggles brought his gaze upward. Bright violet eyes sparkled in amusement, the girl who’d coaxed him along to this socialite party had a smile tugging at her pink lips. Her silver hair draping over her shoulder as she bent slightly sideways to catch his attention. Slender fingers tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Found you, Harr!” Her nose crinkled as delight passed over her features.

“It’s stuffy,” Harr retorted, continuing to claw at his collar. His family hadn’t come from as much wealth as the other party goers. That wasn’t to say that they were poor, simply not bathing in money. “Weren’t you going to dance with that man that had been ogling you for an hour?”

Pippa bent down to one knee, reaching both dainty hands to assist him. The soft grass tickled her bare knee. “Oh, yes, I did. For three long songs. Can you believe he forgot the steps to the waltz? And he stepped on my toes twice!” Her sweet voice dripped with laughter. With practiced movements, she loosened the tie and straightened it swiftly. Running her two fingertips down the length, faintly feeling his chest under the materials, Pippa winked. “Better?”

His black hair tousled in the wind as he tilted his head in all directions, testing it out. Still irritating but he could breathe easier now. “Yes, thanks.”

Her mouth opened, just slightly, like the words had come unbidden to her lips but stopped before they could be spoken. Pippa smoothed her hands over the soft wine-red skirt, decorated with gold buttons lining the front and dainty black lace poking out from under the hem. “Why are you hiding? Do you not like the party?” Worry creased across her forehead.

“I don’t feel like I belong here,” Harr admitted, unable to tear his gaze away from her. Without much thought, he’d hooked his fingers under her suspender that had slid down her arm. Velvety to the touch. His knuckles brushing against her shoulder over the soft white material of her button down top adorned with a frilly lace collar.

Her bubbly laughter tinkled with the stars above. Pippa leaned in, black lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. “Of course not. This party is for the adults to show off. None of us kids actually want to be here. I come for the delicious desserts,” she started, hands clasping together as if she were about to pray, “Desserts that I’m not allowed on any other nights.”

He’d listened to her complain about her strict diet. Her mother meticulously planning each meal for her. The two having been friends since their first year in middle school, Harr had witnessed her stare longingly at the pastry shop in town each time they passed.

“Mother is always so worried about my figure.”

There’s nothing for her to be worried about.

“She found out that I snuck a midnight snack last week and went absolutely hysterical on me.”

Harr could hear her, sure, but the words didn’t reach him. Instead, he found himself mesmerized by the way her lips parted and her tongue swept across them at the mention of sweets. Her figure looked perfect, at least, to him it did. Slender frame, dainty enough to mistake her as a doll if she could sit perfectly still. Hair as silver as the light of the moon and shimmering violet eyes that could put any lilac flower to shame.

Her warm hands holding one of his. She sat up on her knees, a smile blooming across her lips. “I’m having so much more fun with you here, Harr.”

He blinked, heat burning all the way up to his ears, thankful for the cover of the night to hide the redness. He’d agreed only to make her happy. She’d pouted for the entire day that he’d declined her offer, moping around until he caved.

A soft gasp escaped her lips and she ducked down. “Someone always does this!” She whispered with excitement.

“Does what?” Harr asked, receiving a shush from her.

The two peered through the rose bush, making out two figures just a few feet away. A lovely girl in a saffron colored dress held the hand of the boy Harr recognized as the Kingsley boy, Lancelot. Pippa spoke of him often. They lived in neighboring houses, both having prestigious family lineage that held positions in the Chosen 13.

“A love confession. Lancelot gets at least one at every party. They’re very entertaining. Let’s watch,” she murmured, eyes alight with amusement.

Like he had a choice. Her small hand fit perfectly in his, fingers laced together, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The spectacle happening before them lasted mere seconds. The girl hardly got her first sentence out before Lancelot had turned her down. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fled back toward the party, leaving the future King of Hearts running his hand through his hair.

Lancelot turned on his heel, striding toward the exit.

Pippa whined softly, lips pursed out in a pout. “He could have at least let her finish. It’s quite entertaining to hear what they have to offer him.” Climbing to her feet, she tugged on his arm, hand still clasped in his. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Harr allowed the small girl to help him up. “And go where? Home?”

“No, silly! We’re going after Lance! He’s up to something. It’s rare for him to leave a party so early.” A wicked grin on her face, she marched off with Harr in tow. They took the spiral staircase leading down to the main floor, where her warmth left his.

Harr walked at a slow pace, curiously watching her rise up on her tiptoes to sneak up on the other boy. Pippa latched onto Lancelot’s arm, making him stop walking to gaze down at her. “Where are you off to, hmm?” she asked with accusation laced in the words.

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, Pippa,” Lancelot answered, glancing between her and Harr.

The younger boy had finally caught up, silently awaiting what would happen next. He could simply return home, but he doubted that she would allow that so easily.

“It’s my business because we’re coming along!” She patted his arm, smile never wavering.

“I think not.”

Pippa stuck her tongue out at him, whirling around to take two steps back toward the staircase. “I guess I’ll just inform your father that you’ve bailed on the party so early in the night- whoa!” She stumbled back, Lancelot gripping her upper arm to haul her to him.

He flicked her forehead, sighing heavily. “Alright, you win. But don’t cry because you’re scared of where I’m going.”

“Ouchie.” Her whine fake, as she exuded elation for her victory.

Lancelot’s icy eyes fell on Harr. “Who’s the kid?”

“Oh, this Harr Silver. He’s my friend from school,” Pippa said, turning to Harr. “Harr, this is Lancelot Kingsley.” Her wink meant to hush him from revealing that she talked about him constantly.

Harr scratched his cheek awkwardly, giving an empty greeting and receiving the same.

The three set out into the night, Harr trailing just behind the other two. Central Quarter had been abandoned at this hour. No one would notice their absence until it was much too late to locate them. Harr stuffed his hands in his pocket, keeping out of the lively conversation that Pippa was having with Lancelot.

Part of him wanted to sneak off into the alley and head home. It nearly felt as though he were intruding on a date, the third wheel of the group. Yet, each time she turned to check on him with those endearing violet eyes, she reeled him in further, keeping an invisible hold on him, making him continue to follow despite all the hesitation bubbling up on the surface.

Soon they had reached the edge of town. The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead. Harr’s grey eyes scanned upward, flowing the large trunks up to the bushy tops. What could the future King of Hearts possibly need to go in there for? He’d never been himself, rumors swirling of monsters lurking within its depths.

“I’m not scared!” Pippa half yelled, marching off away from Lancelot, intent on entering the forest. Her body betrayed her, rigid and stiff in movements, hands clasped in fists by her sides.

Harr fought the smile that tugged at his lips. Her determination to go despite her fear was admirable. The invisible string tethering the two together tugged him along. One glance back, checking to make sure he still followed, brought the light back her features. “You shouldn’t run ahead. You’ll get lost,” Harr called, forgetting all about their other companion.

Pippa halted mid-step, a nervous laughter taking over. “Right. We’ll follow you, Lance.” Finding her way back to being in the middle of the two, she poked Lancelot on the back. “But not because I’m scared.”

“Yes, yes. I hear you,” Lancelot answered, leading the way.

The trees swallowed them up, engulfing them in almost complete darkness. The moon fought to peer down on the path, swept back and forth by the wind rustling the leaves. In moments where the light bathed Pippa in its silver glow, he paused at the way she had her hands clasped together in front of her, eyes darting around them.

His hand moved on its own, finding hers even in the dark. Her gaze stayed forward, afraid to lose sight of the one who knew the path in and out, but her tight squeeze of his hand showed all the appreciation. Deeper in they went, until the trees cleared, encircling a large lake. “Is this the Lake of Tears?” Harr asked without thinking, to no one in particular, as the answer was clear.

“Yes, it is,” A new voice answered, from directly behind him.

Pippa shrieked, pulling away from Harr and stumbling over a rock, falling down onto the soft forest floor with a thud.

Lancelot snickered, receiving a wicked glare from the girl. “I thought you weren’t afraid.”

“Anyone would be afraid of a stranger sneaking up on them,” the boy said, sinking to one knee beside her. “Are you hurt?” He took her hand, bringing it up to examine the small scrape marring her palm. Her tear-filled eyes rose to meet his gaze. “I apologize for frightening you, little lady.”

“I’m alright,” She answered, but allowed him to wrap her hand with his handkerchief that he’d pulled from his pocket. Once again on her feet, Pippa brushed her skirt off.

Lancelot gave brief introductions to the two of them. “And, this is Sirius Oswald, a friend from school.”

Harr had forgone any pleasantries, instead moving over the waters edge. Magic radiated from the magic crystals that were growing up from the ground. There were rumors that this place existed, but few wanted to brave the forest to find it. He’d crouched, running his fingertips over the water, ripples showing the path.

Added weight fell on his back, Pippa leaning her arms across the top of his shoulders. “Wow! It’s a beautiful lake, don’t you think? Just like the stories my grandmother used to tell.” Her silver hair draped over, tickling his neck.

“Stories like what?” Harr asked, bracing himself when she rose onto her tiptoes and leaned over him trying to reach the water. “Pippa, wait.” He hadn’t expected the sudden shift in weight. Both toppled forward, straight into the shallow water at the edge.

Harr could hear her laughing even with his face submerged under the water. Gasping for breath when he could finally sit up, his grey eyes turned to her. “What are you laughing at? We’re soaking wet and it’s cold-” The rest of his protest caught in his throat.

Pippa had been spared being submerged because she’d fallen on top of him, but her torso had been soaked. The damp white button down clung to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra. Her confused expression changing to utter embarrassment in seconds. Hugging her arms over her breasts, her cheeks flushed red all the way up to the tips of her ears. “Don’t stare!”

Mouth still agape, Harr dropped his gaze to his lap, water droplets falling from his hair. The others came to check on them, laughing as they did. Neither were hurt, and their clothes would eventually dry. It would become a memory that they looked back on fondly.

“Here, you can wear my jacket,” Lancelot said, offering it to Pippa.

Once she had the top two buttons together to cover herself, she nudged him with her foot. “Hey, Harr. I’m sorry I got you wet.”

He didn’t care about that. Her apology struck him hard enough to take the air out of him. “It’s not a big deal, as long as you’re okay.” He should have been able to keep his balance, so he took full responsibility.

Her violet eyes rose to stare up at the moon shining down upon them. “My grandmother used to say that if you visited the Lake of Tears on Christmas Day, any wish you make will be granted.” Her voice reverent and hopeful. A smile touched her lips and her eyes slid closed. “We should all come back here on Christmas together, yeah?”

All three boys chimed in with agreement, solidifying their friendship to hold up until Christmas. Harr only wished to see the world through her eyes. She tried to see the best in every situation, never backed down from a challenge. She dragged him along with her, allowing him to experience things he would otherwise have missed. Harr prayed that things would never change between them, asking the very moon above to shine on them forever.

If Harr had known back then what would become of us, I wonder if he would have stayed with us. Our promise to make it back to the Lake of Tears on Christmas Day became the glue holding us together. We spent as much time in each other’s presence as possible, finding hideouts to indulge ourselves in things we couldn’t otherwise enjoy at our own leisure.

That first night, tipped the hourglass over, counting down our time together without any warning.

But we could hardly see the end in the beginning of summer.

-Pippa

The next chapter will come out in a few weeks! ^_^ Thanks for reading!

[manonmidgen]

OH HUNTER; IF YOU DIDN’T WANT THE BEAUTIFUL SO BADLY, PERHAPS YOU WOULD’VE FOUND IT IN YOUR SPIRIT SINGING SOFTLY.

❝ she thinks that she’s the worst so she acts like she’s the best. ❞ NANA KOMATSU? No, that’s actually MANDOLYN ‘MANON’ MIDGEN. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this GRYFFINDOR student is sided with MCGONAGALL’S ARMY. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a PURE BLOOD who is known to be CONCEITED, FAKE, and FICKLE but also HARD WORKING, ENCHANTING, and MAGNETIC.

tw. bullying.

links. pinterest.  spotify.

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MANDOLYN ‘MANON’ MIDGEN ,

7th year gryffindor. Pureblood. Prefect.  President of the potions club.

Gemini Sun / Sagitarrius moon / Scorpio rising.  / born 20th june 1:12pm

wand: hawthorn / dragon heart string/ 14 1/2″ / brittle

patronus: would produce a swan if produced. 

NEWT classes: potions; herbology; charms. 

favourite subject: potions. least favourite subject: history of magic.

electives: divination & care of magical creatures.  

character inspo: mia thermpoplis ( princess diaries. ) caroline ‘ cool girl’ ( snotgirl. ) lottie person ( snotgirl. )  | albums : melodrama by lorde / lush by mitski

see more here ! 

bio. ( this got long, but i can offer you this meme in this trying time. ) 

IT’S TOO UGLY TO BE HUMAN. IT’S TOO UGLY TO BE YOU. CHILDREN ARE SCARED OF THE DARK; THERE IS NOTHING REAL TO BE MADE OF IT.

the midgen family , a lesser thought of pure blood family with nothing else to really say about them ; they say that the families money dates back to them having a stake in the creation of butter beer but there’s little to no historical archives to support this.   they, for the most of history, had simply just been; been nothing iconic or memorable but simply just existed in the sidelines. a safe and cautious place to be.

Madolyn Midgen,   the youngest of the midgen family tree and only of her generation, the first and only born of Eloise Midgen.   Although Eloise did marry,   a lovely pureblood named Rupert, the condition came that their child would keep the midgen name.         the midgen’s for long had only been blessed with a single heir each generation,    almost always a female, so the stipulation had been written into the family.

Most people don’t describe childbirth as the most beautiful things,  the babies red, screaming, and unkempt ; but most get over this hurdle in a few days. yet madolyn seemed to stay that way. her limbs not growing as they should, her face unexplainably red, and flaky, the puffs of black hair doing nothing to disguise the ugliness of the baby --        apparently the sight of her face alone was enough to cause the rest of the reception to burst into tears.

I THINK PERFECTION IS UGLY. I WANT TO SEE SCARS, FAILURE, DISORDER, DISTORTION.

minging midgen.

that was the smart name the 5 year old boys made up for her;       and like the world on atlas’ back, it was the burden that the ugly duckling carried with her - shackled with - for the rest of her childhood years.

Elementary school was just more of the same;  the girl that people would ask out for fun, for laughter, despite any kindness she might have held in her heart, her attitude couldn’t sway people to look past her stout figure and cystic acne. mud would poured in her hair; snails placed in her shoes; people who touched her were said to be cursed with germs -- ;      her attempts to make friends went most often in vain and her birthday parties went by every year without a single card or cake.

It caused Mandolyn to develop crippling anxiety;  body dysmorphia; the over emphasis of her flaws in her own eyes. she’d pick at her arms and glance at any mirror that she walked by ; any laughter that she heard she’d automatically assume it was about her.

this led to a shy girl ; who constantly burst into tears and without a single back bone in her body-- her spine would bend in on itself as a shield from any jeers,  but it also left her extremely comprisable to any suggestions. she would often just go along with anything suggested because of the concept that if she did what they say; maybe they would like her; maybe they would leave her alone.

she became the easy pickings of pranks, jeers, a punching bag with the stability of wheat.

Already at the ripe age of 10 years old mandolyn had been duly crushed by this role that she played in life, despite any encouragement from her mother or father.

They promised her it would get better, and it did. And luckily, after a few more years or two of sucking it up, it finally did.

AND SUDDENLY I AM A PHOENIX FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE EARTH AND IT WOULD ALMOST BE BEAUTIFUL IF THE WORLD WAS NOT ENDING

When she arrived to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor which people assumed must have purely been a family heritage decision, as no one would ever think the girl who seemed to hunch in on herself so much she could roll down a hill could ever be a gryffindor.

The first two years of school were almost entirely uneventful,  of course, 11 years old love to pick on each other, and the rampant bullying followed her like wild dogs wherever she went, but she was slowly growing out of the childhood pudginess and gaining some length to the otherwise stumpy limbs she’d been born with. Mostly, she continued to fulfil the role she had played in primary school ; though, the presence of a few true friends made it somewhat bearable. they were thick as thieves;  completely nonjudgemental of each other, and for a second, it seemed that mandolyn was gaining some sort of confidence, but still, no independence of back bones -- - she simply just continued her childhood pattern of following.

The changing moment ( the birth of the phoenix ; the ugly duckling shedding the grey coat ) was three days after her 14th birthday, her third year, when spectating an impromptu game of quidditch left her in an awful face cast the likes that meant she had to momentarily drop out of hogwarts; a Midgen tradition to do as soon as something went wrong; She had to miss the last month of summer semester — and like the ugly duckling came back like a swan.

The late bloomer blossomed, and the magical cosmetic surgery didn’t hurt much either. But more importantly, the change in look seemed to go hand in hand with a change in confidence (the one bubbling now bloomed). The once shy and inept Mandolyn became well spoken ; charming ; magnetic ; alluring to the point that nobody recognised her at the beginning of the fourth year.

So Mandolyn rebranded herself as Manon, she says it means french for beautiful. Finally, she managed to receive the attention she had been almost dying for since she was a young child, at only the price of 2 months of education and weeks sat in a hospital.

But whilst her face became beautiful,     her personality soured slightly, which was noticeable to almost all of her actual friends ( the three of them that existed. )

Her personality became as fake as her face as she lied, cheated, and smiled politely to try and weasel her way into the social scene she had so longed to become apart of. She became liked, and popular, but at what cost ? The price of being able to have genuine human connections with most people.

Whom once was a genuinely nice girl, scared of human confrontation and going with the flow to avoid any problems grew a spine. and also a bite. she became snarky, slightly argumentative at times, and wholly competitive with being pretty and popular as her only real intentions. she began to care a lot less for anything genuine unless that genuine thing would benefit her in some regards. but despite the presence of a slight back bone, it was still as brittle as her wand,   she would still do anything for attention, to prove to herself that she was liked and popular.          easily manipulated & entirely fake.      the not blonde barbie doll with as many clothes and switching professions & friends. ( and ACCORDING TO THE RUMOURS; SHE’S FILLED WITH JUST AS MUCH PLASTIC ! )

in her fifth year; mandolyn is made prefect, she’s told by the head of gryffindor that her change in courage, determination, and ‘standing’ up to her bullies was a comendable feet, and in collaboration with her good grades and her pristine record, she was a great candidate for prefect.  mandolyn took the opportunity with open arms for she thought it would only help to bolster her now growing reputation.

YOU ARE STARING OUT AT A WORLD ON FIRE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW UGLY YOU THINK THE ASHES ARE.

When the deaths hit, and the world suddenly became a lot darker than Manon could ever realise, her well perfected facade started to crumple, and the idea of popularity no longer seemed as ideal as it did in the past.

Perhaps it was longing for the simpler days without death around every corner, but she’s begun to doubt who she really is — and her impromptu decision to change her name is only aiding in adding to her identity confusion.

Part of her decision to aid in Mcgonnogal’s army is down to Manon trying to follow what she believes is the righteous path; fighting against the darkness that is seeping in through the cracks in Hogwarts stone walls. Because in Manon’s mind,   she feels that as soon as that problem is resolved, all of the issues that are surfacing in her mind will suddenly disappear — just like what happened when she got her magical face list.

wc.

less wanted, and more connection ideas to start plotting ;

- core long term friendship group,            the few friends manon had before she was ever manon-- the non-judgemental, supportive friend group who was always there for mandolyn to cry on // most likely might have felt spurned after manon’s re-invention of herself, or might have been passively against her new personality, or supported her new found confidence [ the current logistics are very easily changeable ~ ! ]

- the new influence of friends,                 the group of friends, or partying group, that manon wedged herself into after she re-invented herself as cool and ‘beautiful’ ( in her own opinion. ) // probably a friendship group built more on benefit and falseness than any actual emotion. [ again current logistics are very changeable ; it’s just a broad sentiment of ideas. ]

- the bullies,                 people who teased mandolyn because of her cystic acne, short limbs, uneven bone structure and poor posture -- and may have continued to after she rebranded herself.

- the love interest,               manon is more into girls than boys, but is very fluid and casual with her relationships so any long term interest is probably going to have some sort of angst based on that -- alternatively, i’m all for hook ups and one time things in building a web -- as manon most likely wanted to date as many people as she physically could to bolster her new reputation. 

- i’m obviously 100% open for more open plotting ;or filling any connection ideas anybody else has, so please feel free to message me surrounding that ! i’m really excited to be here and plot so !! yeah !!!

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations, BECKY! You’ve been accepted as PALLENE with a FC change to FIVEL STEWART.

Becky, you delivered a character as rich as the honeyed smiles you described Anastasia as having with a complexity as deep as the darkness you implied lurks behind it. It was difficult to choose between the apps for Anastasia, but ultimately I couldn’t get your visions for her out of my head. She’s youthful and you see it in the way she wants to be adored and the way she uses her powers and I can’t even describe how excited I am to see the sort of havoc that only she can wreak on this city.

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Becky

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT, online daily

TRIGGERS: None

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Anastasia Ahn ( Pallene )

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: This is where you show us who the character is to you! The format of this doesn’t matter, whether it’s in bullet points or in para form, and can be as long as you’d like it to be. Feel free to get creative!

Anastasia got chewed up and spat out as a teenager but instead of healing she found herself with powers, which– what sixteen year old doesn’t want to find out that she has the ability to change the emotions of those around her?

She’s pretty for the sake of covering up the bad things that she knows exist inside her: jealousy and revenge. It kind of reminds me of that scene from Jennifer’s Body where Jennifer is trying to smooth foundation over her face in an attempt to cover up the fact that she’s a blood sucking vampire.

I guess it plays off of the idea that monsters hide in plain sight

And it’s not that she’s evil – she’s just incredibly sensitive and knows how to hold a grudge. She wants better and she wants more and she consumes to fill the gap inside her that she doesn’t otherwise know what to do with

She’s an amalgamation of every twenty-something year old that looks back on her mistakes and decides that other people were the problem. It’s far easier to blame everyone else than herself, after all.

She wants to remain lovely and she wants to be seen as someone to aspire to be like and she wants to be satisfied and she wants to feel full and, above all, she wants to be adored.

Also inspired by this quote from Florence +The Machine’s artistic director: “It’s about the power the darkness of longing can give you when you embrace your inner beast alone…. Women who bond themselves together like this, and rise up together like this, are usually accused of being witches, so I wanted to explore that. I also wanted to create an abstraction of Florence as if every woman was a small piece of glass that had shattered inside her. Now they join her outside her body and fight with her, love with her, go to war with her.”

BIO:

The wannabe beauty queen. The sickeningly stereotypical airhead cheerleader. The girl with a post-divorce-rich mum who loves spending her time in exotic locations and comes and goes, but mostly goes, and the apologetic don’t-forget-I-love-you-even-though-I-screwed-my-receptionist dad that gives her gifts to make up for the dance recitals and birthday parties he missed when she was a child. Shallow popularity is worn like the diamante-studded tiara she got for her sweet-sixteen, glistening brightly to dazzle and distract from below-average grades.

Her teachers tell her she needs to try harder. Scorned students that she’s ostracized flock like vultures to her grades on results day, picking at the sun-bleached bones of a carcass that spells out the word FAIL. But try as she might to study, headaches plague her. Unable to concentrate in class, her parents, respectively, pay for doctors to assess her, to figure out the cause of the sharp-shooting pain that sometimes ends in nosebleeds. Red stains the pale pink silk of her dress on prom night. Carrie’s anger isn’t lost on her – in hindsight it’s ironic, really.

Her ability manifests slowly. Slow enough that she doesn’t realise it at first. Bizarre happenings that could be circumstances begin to add up until there’s no mistaking that something strange is at play. Unrequited love turns to adoration from the boy who lives next door who has never so much as even expressed that he knows her name until now. Previously unsympathetic teachers look at her with pity and decide to raise her grade as she tugs at their heartstrings.

It isn’t until she uses her newfound gift to make her parents fall in love with one another again that she realises she’s different. She’s special. The world was her dolls house and she was free to dictate the emotions of the pretty plastic people inside. Everyone could be happy. Everyone would love her.

Everyone, and everything, would fall apart.

Like a love spell from a fairytale, her unpracticed manipulations soon wear thin and revert to that which was once before. A sugar-sweet kiss turns rotten, confusion sweeping across her lover’s face as he attempts to figure out why her tongue was just in his mouth. Teachers frown when they re-read her essays, blaming her for somehow altering her grade. Her parents wake up and begin yelling all over again, echoes of her childhood biting at her heels like jaw-snapping hounds.

Left staring at the ruins of her life, Anastasia runs. She vows not to use her powers again, terrified of herself and a lack of control over them. A period of homelessness and a string of low-paid jobs are what leads her to wind up at Cornerstore Convenience, searching for a shift or two that she can pick up to try and make rent at her new entirely unloveable basement apartment. Turned away by the cashier, in desperation she uses her curse ( no longer a gift, no longer anything but trouble ) to persuade them to reconsider.

Her first shift, as it happens, is less of a trial-run and more of an assessment. A wide-eyed teenager whose world has already been turned upside down, she watches the universe rearrange itself once more. Truth unravels as she’s introduced to Derek, and then to Angela, and then – once words like mutants and power and family swim through her skull – to Damien.

Six years later and her gift turned curse turned ability is no longer the chemical taste of terror in the back of her mouth. Anastasia has regained her confidence in using her emotional manipulation, allowing it to curl around her mind like a feline whose affection is hard won but worthwhile. Still striving to be picture perfect, something dark lurks behind her practiced honeyed smiles and there’s a hint of danger to the way her fingertips dance over the cheekbones of anyone who dares to get too close.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

CHANCE MATTHEWS: Ever a perfectionist, Anastasia had seen Chance as her Prince Charming. She’d played the game of love with devotion and care, being there for him when he needed advice, offering solace and warmth and affection. They had been happy, she thought. Had she not been pretty enough? Sweet enough? Pure enough? His increasing distance stings like a slap, leaving her to sulk bitterly in his wake.

SHAE KNOX: Of all the people to lurk amongst the shadows of The House, Anastasia never would have expected to find herself staring into the familiar brown eyes of an old friend. Squeals of joy while running barefoot across the lawn; sleepovers spent eating too much chocolate; teary goodbyes when Anastasia’s dad sold her childhood home. Surrounded by strangers, Shae was a beacon in the dark. A lighthouse of protection. They continue to be a comfort, even now, especially now, standing tall through the various storms that continue to howl through Anastasia’s life. She owes them a lot and will stand with them through thick and thin.

ISAAC CASTILLA: Boys like him are dangerous enough without abilities. A sky-high ego and a switchblade smirk, he’s the mirror-image of the troublemakers at school who would kiss and tell, smudging the lipgloss of girls whose hearts hadn’t known better. Anastasia’s not above tricking a teenager into feeding her information – she’ll play dirty with a mouth full of sweet lies in the hope she can prove to Damien – and, in extension, his son – just how much of an asset she is.

EXTRA:

I’d make a playlist but it would just be the entirety of Marina and the Diamonds’ Electra Heart album

I sort of see her as a mixture of Lavender Brown from Harry Potter, Elaine from The Love Witch,  and Tinker Bell from Peter Pan

Couldn’t resist a pinterest board

ANYTHING ELSE: FC change to Fivel Stewart or Natasha Liu Bordizzo if possible! ( no preference )

[mauriooo]

hey uh,, remember when i said that the last time i made a skye ref sheet would be the last redraw

well

i lied

but mostly because i’m still working out how i want to do my ref sheets! i’ll probably start linking them in the masterlist uwu

bio under the cut!

name - Skye

nicknames - Puffball (used by her late father)

age - 17

species - cat

gender - female

pronouns - she/her

sexuality - fraysexual

headcanon voice - Winry Rockbell from the FMA:Brotherhood English dub

personality - bubbly, upbeat, extroverted, sometimes gets really sad and has to put on a mask of happiness (that she really only lets down around people she trusts), a complete idiot sometimes, can get a bit overeager, energetic

likes - Lavender, strawberries and fruit in general, summer, pop music, the sky, cloudgazing, pastel colors

dislikes - dolls, sour things, spiders, sharp things, blood, boredom

strengths - has a lot of stamina and can run/exercise for a while without getting tired. also tends to attract people (platonically) because of her peppy personality and general happy demeanor, and can make friends easily

weaknesses - isn’t really the smartest at times, and often lets her emotions control her actions. has a pretty short fuse and gets angry easily.

backstory - Skye was an only child until she was 8, when Lavender was born. she had a strong relationship with her parents, who loved her and Lavender dearly. when Lavender was 8 and Skye was 16, Lavender suddenly snapped and killed both of her parents while Skye was out running errands for them, and made two dolls in their image, placing them on top of the bodies. when Skye discovered the bodies, she completely shut down, refusing to even leave her room or talk to the police when they arrived after a neighbor reported hearing screams coming from their house. even after a string of similar murders by Lavender, all with the same system of dolls made in the victim’s/victims’ image on top of them, she has never suspected Lavender or noticed her odd habits of talking to herself or making dolls of a stranger days before another murder takes place, the victim being the stranger the doll was made to look like, but if she ever sees a doll in the house, she holes herself up in her room for the rest of the day. the bandanna she wears used to belong to her father.

relationships - Lavender, obviously, whom she is fiercely protective of. she does talk to a lot of people, but that’s mostly used as a coping mechanism or just something to do. she does talk to Pine whenever she sees him, as they were some of the first to have a loved one killed by the so-called “dollhouse killer” (named by the public)

extra - she complains about her height a lot. i haven’t really fleshed out the average heights for whatever anthro cat species thing she is, but really all you need to know is that she’s short for her age and doesn’t like it

[sunsetsinhoenn]

I absolutely love your writing! Can I have a sequel of the fic with the girl with telekinetic abilities where Sal and Larry found out that her existence and powers are somehow linked with the cult and the paranormal things that are happening in the apartments?

I’m really glad you liked it!! I’m thankful for all the compliments I get on my writing, but I’m pretty hard on myself so I do have a tough time believing them. I hope you enjoy this as much as the first one. : ] At first it felt like it was getting too long, but after reading it over it feels like it’s too short now? ( ´_ゝ`) hm.

part 1

“destruction”

“I think that if you really liked my sculpture of you like you said you did, you wouldn’t be making that face right now.”

“Ash… it’s great for what it is.”

“Which is?” Larry grimaced as he squinted his eyes on the subject of their conversation.

“A weird… naked? … Stickman with brown string for hair and a party hat for a nose.”

You snickered, watching silently as Ash showcased her latest masterpiece from art class, with her hands still gesturing towards it proudly as it sat on the cafeteria table. While there were hardly any intricate details over the Larry look-alike, you sensed a powerful aura surrounding it… As it looked out upon the rest of the students during lunch, you could feel its merciless gaze judge all around you. The one-foot high clay rendition of your metalhead friend was all that stood between the salvation and the destruction of earth.

Or so you and the gang had joked, before Ashley could ask for the muse’s official opinion. Even she knew that she could’ve done better on it, so none of you really held back on your jokes.

“Larry, are you saying that you haven’t had a skin-toned party hat on your face this entire time?”

In the middle of taking a bite of his food, Larry whipped his head towards Sal, mockingly hurt at Sal’s comment. He covered his nose shyly, still messing around.

“Sal… c’mon, dude… Don’t let the secret out like that.” A few of you guys laughed some more, eating your food at a leisurely pace (sans Chug) and not really caring about the time. Absent-mindedly, you poked the nose on the Larry statue as Ash sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Anyways. Sculpting is interesting for sure, but I think I’ll just stick to 2D and dolls for a while.” You watched as Maple also poked the statues nose and you both gasped quietly when part of it started to fall off. Ash only laughed as you both scrambled to try and place it back, as if you were two children who were about to get caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“Practice makes perfect.” Todd pointed his fork towards Ash as he spoke. “It took forever for my latest tech to actually work. Not to mention I’m still trying to figure out how to make Sal’s upgrade for his guitar… I think I might make a prototype first.”

“Uh,” Sal chimed in as his shoulders tensed up the slightest bit when he maneuvered around to look at Todd. “You’re the smartest person I know, but that would be appreciated. A trial run sounds like a good idea.”

“Wait-” Larry took a second to swallow his food before wiping crumbs off his shirt absentmindedly. “You’re done with it? Can we use it today?” Todd shrugged.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Sweet.” Larry grinned in excitement as he bobbed his head. He turned towards you, where you were quietly and eagerly waiting to hear about whatever it is they were discussing. Even Chug and Maple were somewhat curious, despite not being interested in the ghost hunting. At all. “You’re gonna like this one a lot, Y/N. Todd was telling me about it the other day when I stopped by his apartment.”

“What is it?” You and Sal spoke in unison, glancing at each other for a second before deciding that it wasn’t the time to ‘jinx’ each other for a free soda.

“It’s something I like to call…” Todd pushed his glasses up, almost like he was doing it for dramatic effect. You think that maybe he was. “The Tele-flier. A telekinetic amplifier. Wearing it allows you to use your powers on supernatural subjects. I was having a hard time getting it to last longer than a minute without it short-circuiting my computer, but it’s finally ready. I’m glad it didn’t do any lasting damage to anything.”

Larry nodded along with Todd’s explanation before he turned back to you and leaned in close.

“I like to call it Cerveau. You know, like the thing Professor Y wears in Y-Men? Cause that’s exactly what it looks like.”

The group sat in silence for a moment as you tried to muster up a proper response. You were failing.

“Are you not a fan of having a metal spaghetti strainer sitting on your head, Y/N?” Maple joked, looking at you. You scrunched your face up and looked back at her, your voice obviously not excited.

“Oh… No, it sounds… Fun!” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. That didn’t stop your face from contorting further, imagining a gigantic hat on you that made you look like you were getting eaten by a metal jellyfish.

“I think that’s the exact same face Larry was making when he saw the sculpture.” Sal joked. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, it probably was.” You all got up and grabbed your stuff. “I’ll meet up with you guys after school. We’ll see how well Cerveau works then.”

“You used my name! One for Cerveau, zero for Tele-flier.”

“You… know you didn’t make up the name, Cerveau… right? Like, that wasn’t you. That’s a name from a comic.”

“Don’t be jealous, Todd.”

By the time school had ended, you were just as excited to use the new tech just about as much as Larry had been, although you figured he was mostly into it because not everyone had a friend that was able to just lift things up using their mind.

It did make you nervous too, using something that would boost your powers. Todd had wanted the thing to be a surprise, so he kept it under wraps until it was ready (and apparently threatened Larry to not tell you when the day he came into his room, as funny as that was to imagine). It was one thing to invent something to deal with ghosts, but to add an extra layer of intricacy by throwing in telekinetic abilities was just impossible to you. How could Todd invent something like that without asking for your help?

Would it actually work? Would it hurt you, somehow? What if it amplified your powers too much and you ended up hurting someone?

You tried to think of how funny it would be to levitate a ghost instead, to try and get your mind off your worries. You hadn’t known Todd and everyone for too long, but in the few months that you had, you knew without a doubt that you could trust them with anything. He wouldn’t give you anything that could harm you.

“Just to let you guys know, I’m going to be busy studying for my AP Bio exam today. I’ll help you with how to get the gear working, but I can’t join in on any hunting today.”

“That’s okay, Todd.” Sal spoke as he watched Todd’s fish float around in his tank. All of you had already dropped off your stuff in your respective apartments, and Larry was already messing around with the Super Gear Boy.

“We’ll still fill you in if anything happens.”

“That would be great. Let me know if something… ever seems out of sorts.” You sat on Todd’s bed and watched him grab his new invention. Your face fell in shock when you saw that it did in fact look like Cerveu, but more like a portable version. There was three thick wires protruding from it, but they all had a strange circular device on the edges and you could see the green and red wiring that connected the devices all to each other. It looked like a strange, robot wig.

You snorted when you noticed the base was a spaghetti strainer like Maple had joked about at lunch earlier and gasped when you saw a strap sticking out at the front that also had another circular device on it.

“Wow! Did you actually take inspiration from Y-Men? This is crazy, Todd!”

“It’s good to know that after the wave of disappointed emotions that just crossed your face, you’re finally excited.”

“I was excited earlier.” He walked over to you and began strapping the device on for you, and you could feel the weight of everything press down on your head.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” He pressed the front circular device against your forehead and when he let go, it stuck. “But I… sort of took inspiration, yeah. It was a good jumping point.”

You felt him adjust something at the back of the helmet and you jumped, hearing a loud beep come from the helmet. You felt something strange move on your forehead for a few seconds, but then just like that it was gone and if it weren’t the helmets wires being in your peripheral, it would’ve also felt like you weren’t wearing it anymore either.

“Everything… is going exactly as it should, so far.” Todd backed up, to survey his contraption on you. “The way to use it is simple. Just use your powers like you normally would. You’re not technically psychic so I don’t think you’ll be able to sense any ghosts, but once you know they’re there, you can use it on them.”

“Sounds… easy enough.” You stated, sitting calmly. You didn’t feel any different. Everything seemed to be going okay.

“So… Are you ready to go?” You nodded at Sal, getting up.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

At that, the three of you set off to try and find more ghosts, first exploring the fifth floor, since it tended to have more supernatural activity than any other area. All of you ended up getting a little irritated, though. After about an hour of exploration, there was nothing to find and nothing to try your amplified powers out on.

“I wonder why no one is coming out? Not even Megan did…” Sal sighed, tapping the screen on his Super Gear Boy in hopes that something would alert him. Larry placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe it’s just an off day for everyone?”

“I would hope it’s got nothing to do with this thing.” You turned around, walking backwards to look at the boys as you kept moving. You bumped the helmet with your fist and cringed when the ringing you heard was louder than expected. Shaking it off, you continued. “What if this amplifies my powers so much that they’re hiding from it?”

“I don’t…” Sal stopped walking, prompting the two of you to stop as well. “I don’t think so. Have you even tried using your powers since we started?”

You shook your head, the wires swishing around you.

“No. Like Todd said earlier, I’m not psychic. I can’t read the thoughts of others or manipulate people’s minds. So I can’t sense if there’s any ghosts nearby, and because of that, I can’t… tele-grab them or… whatever.”

Larry ‘hm’ed, placing his hands in his pockets. He glanced around a bit in the silence, staring around the abandoned fifth floor hallway before looking back at you. It almost made him look like he was about to do something he shouldn’t.

“Why don’t you just try?”

“What? That’d be like grabbing for air.”

“It’s better than nothing.” You frowned, not thinking that it would do anything, but knowing that it didn’t hurt to try. You huffed out a breath of air before taking a steady stance and closing your eyes.

“Ah, hell. Here we go.”

“Be careful.” Was all you heard from Sal just before your world went black.

It was a strange feeling, being suspended in nothing. There was no way to tell what was up and what was down. It felt like you could breath, but somehow you were simultaneously gasping for breath, drowning in water.

In the midst of the darkness that you were surrounded by, in the void and emptiness that encompassed you, there was a feeling of longing and fear buried deep in the center. Dazed and confused, you reached out for it, knowing it was there, but the problem was that you didn’t know where you were. Were you on the outskirts? Were you also close to the center of nothing, or were you not actually there at all?

In the back of your mind, a voice called out to you. Just like that, your world was grounded, but there was still something deeply and horribly wrong scratching at the back of your neck. Something was wrong. Something wasn’t right. The deep sense that something bad was working behind the scenes made you nauseous and disturbed.

Then you woke up.

It was hard to focus on what was around you, but you were vaguely aware that everything was floating. Debris, stray boards, trash… the only things that weren’t moving around was the blurred sight of your two friends as they kneeled right in front of you.

They were trying to talk to you, noticing that your eyes were half-lidded and that you were conscious, but there was no sound coming to you. You mumbled some words out, very tired and very scared. You knew there was something here that knew exactly who you were. They knew what you were and you knew that was not good.

“Get me out.” Was all you could say before you blacked out again, this time just completely losing consciousness.