#evelyn as handler

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Haven't titled this yet (if anyone has a good idea, pls let me know)

Hi. This is the S-Class Spy X Family AU idea that has been brewing in my head being turned into a something of a first chapter. Not a whole chapter ofc, I'm still confused whether I should use Yerim or Gyeol as their child (them being Hyunjae and Yoojin ofc).

So anyways, enjoy this snippet of the first chapter. I want to know if it's good before I post them to AO3.

Enjoy!

It’s been a bad day for Han Yoojin.

First, last night, his “clients” didn’t want to stay dead so Yoojin needs to make sure they did. Unfortunately, that makes the crime scene too bloody that Yoojin needs to spent some extra time to be meticulous on his “cleaning”. After all, cleaning up blood splatters on carpets and ceiling is a full-on laborious job. Because of that, Yoojin had to come home at early hours in the morning and only gotten three hours of sleep before he had to get up and get to his “real” job.

Second, his alarm’s battery was dead so he got up late. He works in the City Hall as an admin staff and he wasn’t supposed to be late, but luckily, his supervisor, Song Taewon, just sighed and let it go on the grounds that Yoojin had only been late this once. Third, his coworkers kept messing up their works and piled them on Yoojin.

And the final straw on the camel’s back, just before he can clock out, his boss, Woo Dongwon, asked Yoojin specifically to send a package to Foreign Ministry’s secretary, Suk Shimyoung—who is also working for his younger brother, Han Yoohyun.

“But sir,” Yoojin grits out desperately. “My brother and I don’t get along. Please get somebody else to do it.”

Woo Dongwon sighs, “I would if there’s anyone else to do it, Han Yoojin-ssi. As you can see, everyone else has already clocked out.” He says. “Besides, you don’t have to directly give it to your brother. Just give it to his secretary—what’s his name, Suk Shimyoung?”

“But Song Taewon-ssi is still here,” Yoojin points out. “And I don’t want to get involved Suk Shimyoung—he can be a real asshole if he wants to be.”

“I will need Song Taewon to run a different errand later,” Woo Dongwon says. “Anyways, you can just clock out now, deliver the package on your way home, and then went home afterwards. Just leave the package to the receptionist or something if you don’t want to see anyone. Besides, even though you and your brother don’t get along, surely, he wouldn’t be so unprofessional as to not accepting an important package from the City Hall.”

You don’t know him like I do, Han Yoojin thought bitterly as Woo Dongwon dismisses him. Yoojin stares at the innocent brown package that had been shoved into his arms by his boos. There is really no way out of this, isn’t it? After everything that had happened today, he is not sure he has the energy to explain to Kim Sunghan and Suk Shimyoung again that he is not here to see Han Yoohyun.

But then again, if they refuse to accept the package, Yoojin could’ve thrown them into their gate and run before they can accuse him of being a terrorist or something. It’s not his fault if the Foreign Ministry refuses an important package from the City Hall.

The way to the Foreign Ministry was uneventful, but it filled Yoojin with anxiety nonetheless.

Yoojin stares at the window on his way to the ministry on the cable car. He knew this road by heart. When Han Yoohyun had insisted he moved out of their childhood home three years ago, he drafted himself into the military against Yoojin’s wishes, and then he was recruited into the Foreign Ministry.

Yoojin supposed, he should be glad that his brother had become independent and found a good job that pays well. But the fact remains that they both had fallen out when Yoohyun drafted himself into the military against his wishes.

Han Yoohyun spent six months in the military without a single letter coming Yoojin’s way. If Yoojin hadn’t been friends with Yoo Myeongwoo—a talented informant and inventor—he wouldn’t have known that Yoohyun had finished his military obligation and was recruited into the Foreign Ministry.

Han Yoojin used to walk through this road, going to the Foreign Ministry building, day after day, week after week, month after month, just trying to meet with Yoohyun. And day after day, week after week, month after month, he was rejected.

Han Yoohyun doesn’t want to see him. He doesn’t even have the gall to say it to his face but always had Suk Shimyoung or Kim Sunghan deliver the message to him. But Yoojin was nothing if not persistent.

Day after day, week after week, month after month—he keeps coming and he keeps getting kicked out. Until finally Suk Shimyoung and Kim Sunghan got tired of him and let him in, just for the sake of not having Yoojin keep coming back like a persistent blight in their eyes.

“You’re in the way, hyung,” Han Yoohyun had said when Yoojin finally got permission to meet him to ask for explanation. “You should know your place and just stay at home.”

Han Yoojin understood. That’s why they both had went their separate ways. He hadn’t thrown a tantrum. He hadn’t gotten angry. He hadn’t cried. All he felt that day was just a bone-crushing exhaustion.

“I understand,” Han Yoojin had said that day. “Then let’s annul our family register, Yoohyun-ah.”

He had hoped—a teeny-tiny spark of damned hope—that Han Yoohyun would take it all back, to beg Yoojin to stay with him, to let them both stay a family. After all, after the early death of their parents, they were all what they have of each other. They had been brothers like no other.

But that didn’t happen.

Yoojin had raised Yoohyun like his own son. Yoojin dropped out of the school to work to support Yoohyun’s studies. Yoojin took up the mantle as both mother and father. Yoojin had recruited himself into an underground group of assassins, risking his life every night, just to make sure Yoohyun has everything he needed—all of it was for Yoohyun.

And what did he get in return? Yoohyun willingly abandoned him.

As per his request, Yoohyun wordlessly annulled their family register, separating them both as two separate entities and no longer one family. He made a copy for each of them and wordlessly handed Yoojin his own separate family register. Yoojin had stared at the lone name on the Han family register—his own name—and wordlessly left.

If Han Yoohyun had cried after his departure, Yoojin hadn’t hear it.

After that, Han Yoojin had sold their childhood home. Using that money, he rented a dingy apartment in the centre of the city, near the City Hall where he works, and invited Yoo Myeongwoo to stay with him to split the bill (and maybe to make sure he’s not alone in a large space—it would’ve driven him crazy).

That had been two years since then. Life has treated him fine. It was lonely without his brother, but with Yoo Myeongwoo and his night job, Yoojin kept busy. He hasn’t had much time to dwell on the silence of his apartment. Besides, Yoo Myeongwoo is a good friend. When Yoojin came home all bloody and injured from a particularly bad “client”, Yoojin had no choice but to reveal his true “job” to Myeongwoo.

Yoo Myeongwoo is not only accepting—he’s also very accommodating. Ever since he knew of Yoojin’s secret job, Myeongwoo had been inventing new gadgets, new tools, brewing new batches of poisons, and repairing his weapons—all for free—to help Yoojin on his night job. Yoojin is forever grateful that he has a friend like Yoo Myeongwoo, who not only help him, but also keep his sanity at bay.

Yoojin has never have any reason to come back to the Foreign Ministry again.

At least until now.

Yoojin’s reveries is broken when the cable car slows to a stop. From where he sits, Yoojin can already see the top roof of the Foreign Ministry building peeking out from the windows directly opposite him. His view is soon obstructed by some crowds getting up from their seats to get off.

Yoojin sighs and stretches—trying to stall. But if he stalls longer than this, the cable car might run again and he had to take the longer route and he’ll be home late again. All he wants to do now is go home and have dinner with Myeongwoo, so…

“Let’s get this over with.”

-

Yoojin hasn’t even stepped foot at the front of the gate of the Foreign Ministry building when his dark eyes meet with Kim Sunghan’s. They both make a face when they recognize each other from afar.

“Han Yoojin-ssi,” Kim Sunghan greets—not amicably, mind you. His face is still folded in the mix of disgust, dismay, and exasperation.

“Kim Sunghan-ssi,” Yoojin returns the greetings back to the guard—his face a mixed of dismay and irritation as it wordlessly screams ‘I don’t want to be here’. He’s been hoping that it won’t be Sunghan’s guarding shift when he arrived, but it seems he’s just hoping for too much.

“Long time no see,” Kim Sunghan says dryly—making sure that Han Yoojin knows that he is not missed during the long while that he didn’t visit the Foreign Ministry. “What is it that you want this time?” He asks warily. “Your brother is out on an errand and won’t be back until nightfall.”

Hearing that, Yoojin lets out a relieved sigh. At least, if Yoohyun is out for an errand until nightfall, there is no chance of Yoojin running into him. Honestly, Yoojin doesn’t know what he’ll say or do if he were to run into Yoohyun at this time. He is not sure he could keep it together then.

Yoojin clears his throat, making sure that his disdain also shows. “It’s a business visit this time,” he says.

Kim Sunghan raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Oh?”

Yoojin pulls out the brown package from his bag. “My boss wanted me to drop this off here,” he says as he walks closer to give the package to Sunghan. “Don’t ask what it is or why I’m the one being sent—I have no idea.”

Kim Sunghan received the package with a hum as he carefully inspects it. He might be Yoojin’s source of irritation, since he’s the one who usually booted him out of the building, but he is also a competent guard for Foreign Ministry. “Does he say who it’s addressed to?”

Yoojin shrugs. “No. He just says generally that it’s addressed for Suk Shimyoung or Yoohyun-ah. But he also says I can just leave it at the receptionist so it mustn’t have been too important.”

“I see,” Sunghan hums as he keeps his eyes on the brown package. “Well, thank you for dropping this off. I’ll send a word to Suk Shimyoung when he arrives—”

He is cut off by the arrival of a black government car. They both froze when the car pulls over at the front of the gate. It’s like a slow-motion video for Yoojin. All car doors open simultaneously and everyone comes out at the same time. The two people that Yoojin recognize reveal themselves. Suk Shimyoung—who frowns in disdain seeing Yoojin’s presence—and Han Yoohyun.

The boy whom Yoojin had raised looks up at him—his face betraying nothing but dismay at his presence.

What are the chances? Yoojin trembles. What are the chances that Han Yoohyun finishing his errand early and arrives exactly at the same time that Yoojin dropped by to leave a package that has nothing to do with them both?

“Hyung,” Yoojin gulps at the familiar calling. “What are you doing here?”

Yoojin opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

Suk Shimyoung sighs and Yoojin reflexively flinches. “I thought you made it clear that you both are no longer family, Han Yoojin-ssi? Why is it that you have to burden your brother with your presence all over again?” Suk Shimyoung says with no small amount of disdain on his face, like usual. “I thought we have clearly established this boundary that you are not to visit the Foreign Ministry again.”

It’s not that, Yoojin wants to explain; he is just here to run an errand, it has nothing to do with both of them. Yoojin opens and closes his mouth like a fish but the words he wants to say are stuck in his throat.

“Hyung,” Yoohyun calls and Yoojin fights his own instinct to prevent himself to do something stupid, like hugging him or crying openly in public. “I thought I told you not to come here again.”

Their dark eyes met. Han Yoohyun’s cold eyes stared down at him. Yoojin’s breath caught in his throat and he feels like he couldn’t breathe. They hadn’t met in two years that Yoojin had forgotten what it was like to be hated by someone whom he’s loved so deeply.

“You’re not wanted here.” Han Yoohyun’s last words is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Han Yoojin turns and runs. He doesn’t know to where—all he knows is that he needs to go away. Far away from there. Anywhere but there.

He keeps running until his lungs demand oxygen again and at that point Han Yoojin can’t help but inhale with a sob. He doesn’t know what his face look like—he just knows that he is a mess. Tears already running down his face as he sobs openly, running to who knows where. He turns into a corner and into the open road—he hopes that a cable car would run into him.

Instead, his tearful eyes meet a pool of gold.

-

“It’s been three weeks!”

“And I’ll have them by the end of this week. Be patient.”

“You can’t just say ‘be patient’! Do you think the higher ups will be happy with this?!”

Sung Hyeonje pulls the handheld phone away from his ears as Evelyn yells through the gadget. “I don’t know what else you want me to say, Evelyn. You know I can’t just pick up any strangers from the streets to be the mother of my child—”

“Well, at least you can pretend to look for candidates!” Evelyn nags. “At this point, the higher ups are questioning your loyalty to the cause!”

“If it’s too much for you, you can direct them to me,” Hyeonje sighs. “Like I said, if they want this to work well, I can’t just pick up any stragglers from the streets—” He cuts off as someone bumps him from the corner of a building. The other person who bumps into him loses their balance and gasps in surprise as they started to fall. Out of reflex, Hyeonje puts an arm out to rebalance the person back to their feet.

Hyeonje blinks. Where did this person come from? He hadn’t sense him at all. The fact that someone is able to bump into him is amazing in itself. He has an amazing sense of presence—he should’ve been able to pick up their presence before this person can bump into him.

The shorter person with dark hair whom he had caught looks up with an apologetic look. His breath is ragged, his face and neck flushes with rosy hue, his youthful face wet with tears running down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, trying to pull away and rubbing at his face in an attempt to gather himself together. It was obvious he has just cried. “I was in a hurry.”

The man has a soft figure, rounded face, soft jawline, wide black eyes (like a doe), rosy cheeks (probably due to his crying earlier), pink supple lips, and a slender body. All in all, the man in his arms is definitely alluring enough even without the traces of tears on his face that makes him looks especially vulnerable that it makes Hyeonje wants to do nothing but devour him.

However, Hyeonje can’t be fooled. Though his overall figure is slender and soft, the skin underneath his jacket hides firm muscles; the hand he holds has calluses—specifically from knives—more specifically, from daggers. The way people hold kitchen knives and daggers are different, after all. This person in his arms is an assassin in disguise.

Hyeonje smiles. He has found his spouse.

“Not at all, it was my fault,” he says lightly. Evelyn is still shouting in his phone, but Hyeonje ignores her and clicks his phone off before putting them away in his pocket and instead pulling out a handkerchief. Carefully, he offered the handkerchief to the shorter man before him.

“Are you okay?” He asked instead. “Let me help you.”

The shorter man blinks before stepping back and shaking his head to gather himself together. “No, no, really. It’s really nothing you should worry yourself with—” He hurriedly rubbed his red-rimmed eyes with his cuff-sleeve before Hyeonje cuts him off by taking one of his hands and puts his handkerchief in them.

“Please,” he says with as much charm as he can, caressing the calluses on his finger. The hand of an assassin. “I insist.”

The shorter man sniffles and looks away as he timidly accepts his handkerchief and uses them to pat his red face and eyes dry.  

Hyeonje’s smile sharpens dangerously. There is no doubt about it now. This man in front of him right now is secretly an assassin. He remembers what Evelyn had said to him during briefing the last time they met to talk about Operation Strix:

“Listen to me, Hyeonje,” Evelyn had said. “There is a group of underground assassins that operates in Ostania called The Immorals.”

Hyeonje’s amused smile hadn’t fade, “What a cliché name.”

“It is an unofficial paramilitary organization and its purpose is to purge all the traitors of the country under orders from shadow government.” Evelyn had said to him. “Be careful, Hyeonje. They are known to be powerful. There are numerous assassins working under the Immorals, but they usually work alone. There are rumours that one of their soldiers can wipe out an entire troop of military.”

“I only believe what my eyes has seen,” Hyeonje said with a carefree smile. “But thank you, Evelyn. I’ll keep that in mind.” Evelyn just rolled her eyes.

After that, Evelyn had given him some information that she could gather about the assassins under The Immorals. To his dismay, the group is so tightly controlled that Evelyn couldn’t get any mugshots—only codenames, their status, their modus operandi, and their specialty weapons. However, that is already plenty for Hyeonje.

According to the list Evelyn had given him, there are only a few of the assassins under The Immorals are still currently active nowadays.

“Let me take you to dinner, at least.” Hyeonje says, taking the man’s hand that is still clutching his handkerchief and lifting it to his lips. The only active assassin in Ostania who is known to only wield knives as their favourite weapon would be only one person:

“Dear Honey.”

As Hyeonje enunciates that infamous codename, he watches as the man’s expression turns from embarrassment to horrified understanding. The man’s red face quickly pales in fear and Hyeonje can feel his breath sharpens and his body trembles.

The infamous assassin, Honey; no one in the underworld who doesn’t tremble upon the name. Honey is infamous in the underworld as a professional assassin who takes care of corrupt politicians and any illegal trafficking. He is famous for his favourite weapon—poison-laced daggers. The name maybe sweet, but it was in total 180 degrees with his choice of weapon. Despite his job, Honey is very efficient and effective in cleaning up bodies—he never leaves a speck of blood on the crime scene. It was as if it never happens.

This is the kind of person Sung Hyeonje wants. Someone competent and experienced. Able to protect himself and support him if needed. But also…

“What do you want?” the smaller man finally grits out after a pregnant pause.

Hyeonje hums slowly, deliberately messing with him, “Nothing much.” He says. “Just your small cooperation.” This man has a family.

According to the documents he’d been reading, Honey first enters the shady assassin business when he was as young as 13 years old—and he did it to raise and support his only family. His brother. Sung Hyeonje doesn’t know who his brother is yet—if Honey can give him his own name, he can look it up later. It’ll be easier to manipulate him if Hyeonje has a leverage against him.

Plus, if he has experience in raising someone, surely, he’d be a useful resource to help him raise his own family later.

Hyeonje watches as his adam’s apple bobs in nervousness and the way his expression turns from fear to a cautious apprehension. “And if I say no?” He asks with no small amount of trepidation.

Hyeonje’s smile sharpens. “Then I will have no choice but to find you myself,” he says. “But I make no promises that you will be intact when I do find you in different circumstances.”

The man grits his teeth. His hand in Hyeonje’s tightens. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning,” Hyeonje says, smile still in place. “Unless you give me what I ask.”

“And what is that?”

“A name,” Hyeonje answers easily. “And dinner.”

The man frowns sharply at him—obviously considering his options. “You know, I could always rat you off myself,” he says. “If I give you what you want, what’s in it for me?”

“Well, first off, you get to keep your life,” Hyeonje says, leaning further into the man’s personal space. They are so close now that Hyeonje can smell the man’s shampoo as he teases the shell of his ear with his breath. “But if you want more incentive, I can always spare your family’s.”

The man bares his teeth—in contrast to his soft features. “Do not touch my family.”

“I won’t,” Hyeonje says. “If you would give me your name and promise me dinner.”

The man stares at him with hatred—Hyeonje bets he wishes he has his knives right now. But even if he had, this man is no match with him. And Hyeonje knew this smaller man had considered it an option before knowing that it doesn’t worth the fight.

Knowing the man needs to push than that, Hyeonje slowly releases his hand and, with deliberate slowness as to not spook him, he unclasps the WISE brooch from the lapel of his red coat. Still with deliberate slowness, he pulls a handkerchief from his inner pocket of his coat and neatly folded the brooch before giving it towards the smaller man.

With confusion, the man accepts it, knowing he had no choice. Hyeonje smiles at the confusion in the man’s dark eyes. “Consider this a token of trust,” he says. “I will be waiting for you at Royal Hotel restaurant tonight 7 P.M. sharp.” Then as fast as lightning, he takes the man’s waist and whispers at his ears, “If you fail to show up, I’ll come find you myself. I’ll give you a day head start.”

It’s as good as a threat as it is a warning. Hyeonje felt the man shudder in his arms but the man grins, welcoming it with challenge in his eyes. “You’re welcome to try,” he grits out between his teeth, clutching his brooch in his hand.

With that, Hyeonje steps back and takes his unoccupied hand to his lips. “Then I will see you again tonight, dear…?”

The man clearly considering his options, whether or not to give out his name, but finally with a click of his tongue and an expression of annoyance, he says, “Yoojin.”

Hyeonje smiles, more friendly. “Then, my dear Yoojin, I will see you tonight.” He says before giving another kiss to his knuckles.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t give him his family name. A personal name and a short background history check is all he needed to know.

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That's all for now. If you're curious about this, you can check me out later in AO3, my username is morte_is_writing and I wrote other fandoms other than S-Classes too.

Thanks for reading and if you have ideas on title, plot, settings, or anything, drop them in the notes. Thank you so much!

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The truth is that for the longest time, even after HYDRA supposedly 'fell' along with SHIELD, our country has remained infested with foreign agents, whether 'redeemed' or not. There have also been members of the secretive Russian 'red room' program who are also hiding among us, trained assassins who could snap at any moment. This is a severe security threat to the people of America and the world, but we have luckily been shared the names and details of some of these traitors and infiltrators.

There are too many of the ex and current red room members to count, but we have several, including some previously mentioned on the Daily Bugle:

Katalina Anaya Yelena Belova Vera Heladottir-Banner Alena Kotich Androva Kotich Elianova Krevki Alena Romanoff Belladonna Romanoff Daniella Romanoff Lana Romanoff - Campbell Natasha Romanoff Rosalie Romanoff Yekaterina Romnoff-Barnes Pytor Romanov Ekaterina Solenski Willow Stark Alina Sunover

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Its a lot to unpack, for sure, and there's plenty of familiar names on these leaked files. President Barnes and his family are obvious, as well as the Romanoff and Maximoff families being well known ex-red room or HYDRA members. President Barnes's HR representative and long time opposer of this company Story Right also seems to have a past affiliation with HYDRA, interesting...

What is surprising is the number of Starks on these lists. Tony Stark's daughters Cameron and Willow, his sister Nadia, and his granddaughter Donna all have connections to the two groups. His daughter Serena also MAY HAVE a connection of some kind to the HYDRA AI program Project Galatea, though we do not have more details at this time.

Several ex-HYDRA and even still active handlers such as the almost unnamed Eros, Enelia, both with no last names, Viktor Malrik and Benjamin Emerson were also revealed to still be at large, along with their assets. Several are also extremely overpowered such as Elianova Krevki, who is part celestial.

Multiple of the people on this list have changed their names to blend in with everyday society, such as Alina Sunover, who changed her name to Kit Holloway, and Rebekah Solenski who changed hers to Anika Summers. Pytor Romanov is also trying to pass as a Spiderman variant, proof that our heroes MIGHT BE just as untrustworthy as the supposed villains they fight

The Smith/Farley siblings, assassins and mutants who have meddled with time and space in their own rights, especially with Valerie Smith’s connection to Willow Stark, previously mentioned on this list, and the new Ronin terrorist who has been confirmed not to be Clint Barton. Moth Rogers is known to be connected to the Lehnsherr-Barnes family, another hive of suspicion and doubt.

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Many of these members have direct and indirect familial or social ties with one another, and there are rarely ones by themselves. Whatever the case, these people were raised or trained by dangerous groups who wish to control world politics and bring about an end to democracy and the world as we know it, thus making them a POSSIBLE threat and liability to a safe America.

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[cypherlune]

OPEN RP

PSA: This RP is a part one of a 3 part open RP series over the next.... two weeks? Yes Evelyn might forget some of you... because ✨angst✨. This RP will be doing a really deep dive into her backstory, which does contain some trauma and stuff. So uhhhh yeah. The Blue Beam may make a short appearance too. Enjoy! TW: mention of Abuse --------------------------------------------------- You hadn't heard from Evelyn for almost 2 weeks now. This wasn't super unusual, because sometimes she was on a really covert mission or fixated on work. But she always told you when she was gonna disappear. Not always why, but she'd always tell you. And something told you that this was different. You had searched her room, asked the Avengers to keep tabs on her apartment back in North Carolina (her old adoptive parents house), and still nothing. You were getting worried. But you knew that she was strong. [Timeskip to about 1 week earlier] Evelyn had known this day would come someday. The day when her longtime captors would come for her eventually. And catch her. Why did she have to be tired at that moment? All these thoughts rushed through her head as HYDRA scientists surrounded the room and prepared something. She knew what they were going to try to do. Extract the code from her head if she didn't tell them. . "Hello petit fille." Her old handler sneers in her face. God she hated him. The years of harrassment and pain from him clearly showed in her eyes. She stared back up at him, her teal eyes shining with determination. "You know I wont just give you the code." She said, trying to be brave. "Oh we know." Her handler said with a wicked grin, stepping back to let the scientists strap her in. They didn't manage to get the code out of her head, but they managed to wipe all of her memories. Only her HYDRA conditioning remained. Not the Blue Beam, (though HYDRA will call her that) but Evelyn, working for HYDRA. She began doing work almost immediately. Their best assassin now under their control again. [back to normal] You got news from someone on how there was an assassin going around killing people as of late. You groaned. You knew what this meant. She was back, and you couldn't stop her. If you could break through the Blue Beam mind control.... no. This is different. Not the Alter ego. You immediately pack up your stuff, a small backpack and put your suit on to look for her. You find her in an alleyway, just finishing up an assassination. She had her back turned to you, suit in stealth mode (the glowing turquoise on her suit is dimmed to a dark teal) and her hood up. "Evelyn?" You whisper quietly. Hoping somewhere in there she was there. [part one, part two in like 4 days after everyones Rp'd with this one] tags: @the-good-redheaded-witch @crazyinlovewithmarvel (idk what rp blog u wanna use so) @serenastark-official @hydrabucky @thebestmerc-1 @over-bi-the-wayside @goddess-of-birds @little-lost-prince @luna-draven @nadia-stark-official @your-fav-russian-assassin @alliestatefanficworld tag others and feel free to join if you want (even ppl who have never interacted)

[brightshaw-shipper]

Does the Bright family exist in your headcanon, and if so, how are they all doing?

Please please please let TJ have a good day I beg.

Yes, they do exist! Here are my headcanons:

TJ Bright:

Got a dose of SCP-500 and is now back to full health

Went to Deer College, majored in anomalous medicine

Went to Alexylva University, got a doctorate in anomalous medicine (he is now Dr. Bright)

Works in the medical wing of the Foundation now

Very cozy all the time (wears long sleeves, long pants, gloves, and a hoodie)

Likes painting Warhammer 40k minis

Is good with a gun

Is aroace

Attended the blorbos' wedding

Doing pretty well

Mikell Bright:

Is O5-6

Has a charming Southern accent

Cannot sit still and suits are a sensory overload for him (but when he does wear a suit, it's a white one, with a white cowboy hat)

Doesn't really get sarcasm

Can control plants (because I'm not letting a member of the Bright family get off with being non-anomalous)

Because of the above, he can often be seen with flowers in his hair

Attended the blorbos' wedding (Thompson and Black were sitting a few seats away, disguised as random guests)

Really needs glasses but doesn't know it

Is gay

Doing okay

Sarah Bright (SCP-321):

Loved her stuffed bear

Would occasionally stack blocks as high as she could, then knock them over and giggle

Favorite handler was Dr. Sarah Rilkes, who treated her more like a person than the other handlers (she couldn't fully grasp the concept of this, but she knew Dr. Rilkes was nicer than the others)

Did not like toy balls; they're hard to grab

Drew all the time: on paper and the walls of her chamber

Hated bath time with a passion

Just fell asleep one night and didn't wake up (her heart gave out)

Had a formal funeral: even Mikell cleared enough time in his packed schedule to be there

Doing well (in the afterlife)

Claire Lumineux:

Reads books and watches TV for the plot, not the suspense (she already knows what's going to happen, let's just see how)

Lives in Three Portlands, spending most of her time at the Wanderer's Library

Gives dating advice to her fellow Hand members: "nope, he's trouble", "I mean, sure, if you want to get shipped off to the Jailors in a crate", stuff like that

Crosses the street on her phone; she already knows if a car's coming or not

Attended the blorbos' wedding under supervision

Paints her nails iridescent green

Is a lesbian

Doing great

Adam Bright:

Never hit his kids, but got pretty close

Alt-right; would have supported Trump

Went out to the local bar a lot, didn't come home until after the kids were in bed

Didn't treat Evelyn as an equal (this was the Sixties and Seventies, but STILL)

Usually seen wearing a baseball cap

Wanted to have a son who did sports; when Mikell went off to college, that role passed to Jack, who got his arm broken by that bully Mitch Peters, leading to the next bullet point

Used the window of opportunity created by Jack's broken arm and Mikell's being at college to bring TJ to the Foundation and have him contained

Did not attend the blorbos' wedding, due to being dead (assassinated bc he wanted to get Sarah out of containment) (Mikell was the passing vote on the assassination plot)

Was straight and proud of it

Didn't let anyone find out what his anomalous property was

Slept around a lot

Doing badly (also in the afterlife)

Evelyn Bright:

Great cook, could probably cook the most difficult dishes without a problem

Does needlepoint, usually those embroidery circles

Knits with such speed people think she's using thaumaturgy (she's not)

Is a Type Blue

Wouldn't be caught dead wearing a skirt; we live in a time where women can wear pants and she is going to wear pants

Once knitted an entire cloak for a fellow Hand member because everybody forgot their birthday

Lives in Three Portlands

Attended the blorbos' wedding under supervision

Is bisexual; has a girlfriend but they haven't gotten serious yet

Sends all her children cards on their birthdays

Doing pretty well

Thanks for the ask! Hope this answers your question! -Thaumiel

[best-female-villain-tournament]

best female villain tournament!

SEASON 2

RULES:

- Only submit the same character once

- Multiple submissions with different characters are fine!

- Matchups will be posted as soon as I have enough submissions and will include the most submitted characters

-Resubmissions are fine as long as they weren’t on the tourney last time

- Please be as detailed as possible

I had issues on my end with some technicalities and media’s. eg a lot of characters from the hatchetfield musicals by team starkid were just submitted as hatchetfield which made it harder to search for them to identify them and get pictures etc. If those and similar fandoms could be submitted with what musical etc they’re from that would be great :)

Those who sent submissions through my askbox will be getting submitted by me unless it was off anon(because you’ll be getting a notification)

Cool people/awareness tags:

@tournament-announcer @bisexual-protagonist-competiton @the-ballerina-battle @the-great-british-blorbo-off @pinkhairswagtourney @childhoodfriendstoloversshowdown @most-tragic-character-tournament

characters in the last poll(please do not submit):

Makima(Chainsaw Man)

Dahlia Hawthorne(Ace Attorney)

The Handler(The Umbrella Academy)

Margaret Slitheen(Doctor Who)

Linda Monroe(Hatchetfield)

Miyo Takano(Higurashi When They Cry)

Diane Makepeace(Layton Brothers: Mystery Room)

Marisa Coulter(His Dark Materials)

Vespera(Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Master Cyclonis(Storm Hawks)

Exellinor the Witch(How To Train Your Dragon(books))

Lady Felmet(Discworld(Wyrd sisters))

Magica De Spell(Ducktales)

Twyla Sophio(Cemetery Mary)

Liliana(Oxventure)

Marie Campbell(Killer Frequency)

Jezaille Brett/Asa Shinn(Ace Attorney)

White Diamond(Steven Universe)

Medusa(Kid Icarus)

Bryce Tankthrust(Brandon Rogers/Bryce Tankthrust, CEO)

Beatrice(Umineko When They Cry)

Shiela young(Hatchetfield)

Odalia Blight(The Owl House)

Cora Mills(Once Upon a Time)

Alcina Dimitrescu(Resident Evil)

GLaDOS(Portal)

Eris(Sinbad)

Beroba(Kamen Rider Geats)

Poison Ivy(DC)

Harumi(Ninjago)

Lusamine(Pokemon)

Arlecchino(Genshin Impact)

Dr Olivia Octavius(Spiderman: Into The Spider-verse)

The Other Mother(Coraline)

Granny Rags(Dishonoured)

Larxene(Kingdom Hearts)

Morgana Pendragon(BBC Merlin)

Barbara Burgess(The Goes Wrong Show (90 Degrees))

Cinder Fall(RWBY)

Lanfear/Selene(Wheel of Time)

Azula(Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Queen Chrysalis(My Little Pony)

Mother Gothel(Tangled)

Cruella de Vil(101 Dalmations)

Missy(Doctor Who)

Nightmare Moon(My Little Pony)

Himiko Toga(My Hero Academia)

Maleficent(Sleeping Beauty)

The Iron Queen(Sonic the Hedgehog)

Lust(Fullmetal Alchemist)

Shego(Kim Possible)

Queen Beryl(Sailor Moon)

Medusa Gorgon(Soul Eater)

The Enchantress(Shovel Knight)

Delilah Briarwood(Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina)

Delilah Copperspoon(Dishonored)

Kaia(Motorcity)

Lady Gisela Sencen(Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Evelyn Deavor(the Incredibles)

Yzma(Emperors New Groove)

Madalena(Galavant)

Ragyo Kiryuin(Kill la Kill)

The Prince(Bullet Train)

Queen Cersei Lannister(Game of Thrones)

[the-blue-beam]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚖

2183210, radiate, moon, two, death enter entry code.. ...... Warning! Highly classified document. only permitted access to allowed individuals with clearance level 12. ---------------------- Are you sure you wish to proceed? ---------- Enter Code here: -.-.-. -------------- Correct Code entered ...... access granted. accessing file... [Subjects notes] I am The Blue Beam. @cypherlune 's other half. I remain loyal to hydra. though she rescrambled the access code to allow me to excecute orders.. she knows the code. so if she does not restrain me... i am able to speak freely I am much smarter than she. I do not hold back. She is weak and petty. I am not. read @cypherlune 's info post to know a bit more [subject's notes] Full File: Asset #2188, Member #007 of The Blue Beam Program. Name: Evelyn Leanna Luna Assassins Training Level: 9 Aliases: The Blue Beam, The Blue Ghost, Ghost of Light. Age: 28 as of September 2024. Affiliations: Hydra (formerly), The Red Room (trained there for 6 months under HYDRA supervision) Sex: F Age of retrieval: 11 Age of first assignment: 12 Number of missions: 1675 Years with HYDRA: 8 Threat Level: Highest. Proceed with exceeded caution. Do not engage. Containment level: highest. Keep it as contained as possible. Abilities: Protonic energy manipulation that takes on a neon teal tone. Technopath, incredibly good with technology. Super soldier, does not effect her looks except toned muscles, to make her an effective spy and assassin. Form of obedience: Microchip implant behind her left ear that is the access point for control over her loyal Alter Ego, and can only be accessed through an access code. Asset can see, feel, think, and know everything that the Alter Ego does as them. Cannot act on it. Appearance: Mid-Length brown hair, teal eyes (green before the powers were given), two strands of teal at the front of her hair on either side, due to extensive power use. about 5 feet 8 inches tall. Info for Handlers: When not contained through. the Blue Beam alter ego. This Asset can be extremely defiant. You are to subdue her by any means nesscesary. She cannot be allowed to think freely, nor think that she has any power over us. If she disobeys. Punish her with no questions. This asset has been trained to be one of our deadliest assassins, being one of our most covert projects. They have been conditioned, trained, and experimented on to become the best covert spy and assassin hydra has known since the winter soldier. They are skilled at hacking into hard drives and anything technology related. They leave no trail from their mission, their kills quick and effective. Departure/defection date: January 6th, 2015 [file closed January 7th 2015] [file opened September 19th 2024] -file.. edited? September 19th 2024- [file closed September 19th 2024] [file opened January 19th] .......

[thecustardtwin]

I made my new oc called lucky, but anywayz

This is the version of flumpty bumpty, halo, and lucky, married in red

Oc x Canon time^^

But who wants to own lucky now 🔥🔥

Or i will tell handler Evelyn ry

[minileena]

Last one before I disappear into the shadows and write my weird passion project fleshcasting body horror fic ooOOOOoooooOo

Layna

We don't speak through the morning. Anything I would say would be damage control to try and manipulate Evelyn into thinking that I'm not angry with her, and she would see right through that.

She packs the diamond, and I half-expect her to leave me in the motel room to go cash it in herself, but she does, in fact, offer me a hand on the way out.

Still trying to split the money.

This lucky motherfucker.

We check out and head out onto the street.

"My fence is down that way," I say, gesturing down the road. "Walk till Pinemore, then left. I'll tell you where to go from there."

Evelyn doesn't make a tiny GPS joke. I find that I almost mourn the absence of our banter as we walk, but I set my jaw and keep silent anyways.

The walk is a bit longer than the one we took from the gala to the motel. It's about forty minutes of silence before we make it to the place I'm supposed to meet my fence. It's another five before he shows up.

"Layna," he says as simple greeting.

"Damien," I say back. "This is Rebecca, my chauffeur."

Evelyn, to her credit, doesn't bat an eye at my lie. Damien looks her up and down, as if assessing her, before pulling out a set of car keys and clicking the fob. The sound of a horn echoes from behind the wall ahead of us.

"Your money is in the back of that van. The car is unmarked, not stolen, license plate on all the right registries."

"It better be," I say, gesturing for Evelyn to take us to the van in the alley.

She takes me to the alley and we leaf through the bills in one of the bags.

"You know what happens if any amount of this is fake," I comment idly, not only to keep Damien in line but also as a jab at Evelyn’s privileged little speech last night.

Damien offers a smirk. "Always playing it safe, huh, Layna? Don't worry, I know the deal. It's all clean, unmarked, real."

I nod and gesture back into the building we've been discussing in.

"So," Damien says with a grin, "you got the rock?"

All it takes is a glance for Evelyn to take the hint and pull out the diamond.

Damien whistles and sets the car keys on a nearby table. "Alright. Give it here, then."

She reaches out to hand him the diamond, but Damien doesn't move to take it.

"The little one did all the work," he says to Evelyn with a grin. "You don't think she deserves to be the one to give the jewel a proper sendoff?"

I give a reciprocating smirk. "And the theatrics are a must?" I clarify as I walk down from Evelyn's shoulder to the hand carrying the gem.

"For a job like this?" Damien says. "Absolutely."

I hoist the diamond into my grip and hold it out for Damien to take.

His arm shoots out faster than I can react.

He grabs the diamond as well as my entire body before pulling a gun on Evelyn, trained directly at her forehead.

"You are not Rebecca," he says simply.

"Damien, the fuck are you doing?" I growl as I try to squirm out of his grip.

"I'm doing you a favour, is what I'm doing," he replies. "I know what Becca looks like. This isn't her. I'm assuming you got caught and this is... what, a cop? Another thief? Either way, this wasn't part of the plan, so..."

His thumb cocks the hammer of his pistol.

"Just say the word," Damien says. "She's not taking your money. We'll leave her here and I can drive you to one of your other handlers."

Evelyn's gaze meets mine.

I see fear in her eyes.

I have leverage over her. I have power again.

I have no incentive to keep her alive anymore.

She's at my mercy now.

She's powerless.

...

I know the feeling.

I don't like the feeling.

Fuck me. I'm about to be a multimillionaire anyways. Might as well start getting used to taking the luxurious path.

"Christ, Damien, with the theatrics," I huff. "Put the gun down."

His hand wavers. "I... what?"

"My plans changed," I say simply. "You don't need to worry yourself with how. No, this isn't Rebecca. I lied to try and move this the fuck along without you asking questions."

Damien pauses for a few moments, still not moving his gun arm.

"Is this a setup?" He asks, attempting to sound casual but failing to keep the tension out of his voice.

"No," I respond, honestly annoyed with how long this is taking.

"How am I supposed to trust that, huh?" he asks again, his grip tightening a touch.

"You aren't," I reply, trying to push his fingers off of my chest. "That's what the blackmail is for. You have dirt on me too, remember? I'm not going to screw us both over."

Evelyn and I lock eyes.

"You expect me to leave anything to trust?" I ask Damien without averting my gaze.

With a huff, he lowers the gun and sets me on the table, palming the diamond in his other hand.

"You better not be getting sloppy with these jobs, Layna," he says on his way out.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I say with a sigh as the door shuts behind him.

Evelyn takes a seat on the end of the table, legs visibly quivering from the encounter. She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself before glancing down at me.

She takes a deep breath before beginning. "You didn't-"

"Shut up," I interrupt, refusing to look into her eyes. "Grab the keys. You're driving."

She smiles and jumps off the table excitedly, reaching for the keys Damien left and laying a palm out for me to step onto.

"How does luxury feel?" She asks as I step on.

I can't manage to suppress my smile. "Pretty damn good.”

U should go read zookeeper if you like these characters okay ty for reading bye!!!

[mygirlmm501]

New Shapeshifter Story

So, thanks to a new story snippet I'm working on for Whumptober, here's another character reference. And yes, still (most likely) A.I. Generated art off of Pinterest.

Here we see the main character: A shapeshifter/human experiment (maybe? Still working on the "experiment" part, probably.) Named Zack Day. Sorry, I don't really have good reference photos for him. I mean, they work good for me...but... idk about using as a reference for other people.

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This is Evelyn Parker, she's the one who finds Zack and tries to help him.

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Isabelle Griffin, Zack's Handler.

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Calum Fernandez, the scientist-person.

Okay, I know the edits on this are bad, I was tired, and I'm not very detailed with art, so let's just say this: On the left side of his face he has a decent scar that goes down his eye, and on the right side of his face, he has two scars on the side of his face, going down along his jawline, and (I used blue so it would stand out) he's missing some bits out of the top of his right ear.

Sorry about the random notes, like I said, I was tired when I edited the photo, and kinda just left it as personal reference.

And no, the scars aren't that white, like I said, personal reference, it was a little hard to see them on the photo so I brightened them a bit.

[bilightningwhumper]

"Lost Voice"- Little Mermaid retelling

1. Prologue

Lost Voice Masterlist . Next>>

Fic rating: Mature, with some Explicit scenes throughout

Summary:

Three POVs: Sam - Little Mermaid Derrick - Prince (Little Mermaid) Hannah - Prince's fiance/bride (Little Mermaid) Sam wakes up in strange surroundings Derrick has a rude awakening Hannah tries to sort through her feelings during the funeral

Notes:

Warnings for transphobia (misgendering and deadnaming) and dehumanization, as well as implied suicide/death; disassociation; grief; past branding torture (Now edited to create a fuller story and fixed some typos)

Ao3 link

Word Count: 1,973

Sam

The first thing Sam realized when waking up was the smell. Metallic, sharp. Some sort of cleaning supplies, reminding him of when they’d brought him to the hospital as a kid when he broke his arm.

Next was that he couldn’t open his eyes. Not easily anyway. They felt glued shut. Heavy, like the rest of his body. Why couldn’t he move? It didn’t feel like anything was holding him down. In fact it felt like… It felt like…

Cold chills ran through him as he realized that he was naked. He managed to force his eyes open, vision still blurry, but he could see enough. Only a thin sheet covered him. And he wasn’t completely naked because he could feel something digging into his neck, as well as the edges of something else into his stomach and legs.

Moving the sheet, it looked like someone had put him in metal underwear? Not just underwear, either. He felt something in him. Or was it two somethings? Objects shifting both in front and behind of his lower parts. When he sat up, it got worse, making him gag at the feeling.

Touching the thing around his neck, it felt like a collar, rough and itchy, but loose enough not to be choking him. Doing his best to ignore his body and attire, he took in his surroundings.

The room was hardly lit and bare. Smooth white walls, white tile floor, white ceiling with a rim of light around the ceiling edges. All of it surrounded the metal bed in the corner that he sat on. The only objects in the room were with the thin sheet blanket and plastic mattress on his bed. There didn’t even seem to be a door. How did he get in here?

Straining his memory, Sam tried to figure out how he’d gotten here. He could remember Rae screaming, hands shaking him, not being able to move or respond. Sirens blaring, flashing bright lights through closed eyes. Maybe he’d passed out? That wasn’t right. He’d fallen asleep in their room. Something could have happened in his sleep? He’d felt funny since dinner. But that was it. Everything was too foggy.

He swung his legs over the side, wincing as his bare feet met the cold floor. Trying to stand was more difficult than expected. Whatever was inside him shifted again, making him gasp and clutch at the edge of the bed. Luckily, it seemed to be bolted to the floor so it didn’t topple under his weight.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed the awkward feelings to the side. His legs didn’t want to hold him as he attempted to stand, forcing him to lean against the wall to be upright. Stumbling, he forced himself to walk around the wall, feeling for anything. Any crack. Any seam. Anything to find the way out of here.

“Hello, Evelyn.”

He jumped, looking around for the source of the voice. Seeing nothing, he asked, “Who’s there? Where am I?”

“You are at the New Eden Institution. I am Nurse Ursula, one of the staff members taking over your case. We have you in isolation until you’ve been cleared before joining the general community. Your handlers will be in later to help prepare you.”

The blood drained from his face. His legs gave beneath him and he sank to the floor, barely feeling the cold anymore.

They’d done it. They’d actually sent him to this hellhole.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked, voice as empty as he felt.

“Why, help you, of course! You’ll be a proper young lady in no time, Evelyn. Then you can be paired with a nice young alpha husband and have many healthy pups together.”

His nails dug into the palms of his hands. “But I already have a soulmate.” he said through gritted teeth. “She-” He touched his chest and… Only then did he register something wrong. Very, very wrong.

Looking down, he saw his mark had been damaged. Raw scaring covered it, raised skin in the shape of an X, harsh and sensitive to the touch. They’d burned him? No, they’d branded him,

It got very hard to breathe. He couldn’t feel her. He couldn’t feel Hannah anymore.

“What did you do?” he whimpered, tears building up in his eyes. “Why can’t I feel her anymore?”

“It is required of severe case patients to have their soul-mark removed. This was essential for your ideal path to recovery, Evelyn.” The voice actually had the nerve to sound sympathetic. “Your parents have made it clear they find it improper for you to mate with another omega, as well as disapproval that she is female. We will help mold you back into their perfect daughter. How long you respond to our treatment plan and your acceptance of our aid will determine your stay in our facility.”

He didn’t say anything else, not wanting to hear that voice anymore. Just pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped himself in it. Swallowing hard, he held back his tears as best he could. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

He wouldn’t.

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Derrick

Derrick fell back, groaning in satisfaction.

Ruben laid beside him. “Good graduation present, then?”

He didn’t have to look at Ruben to see the smirk on his face. The smugness was clear in the beta’s voice.

“Shut up.” he said, shoving at the other boy, getting a laugh in return. Smiling, he rested an arm behind his head. “My dad’ll kill me if he finds out about this.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

He turned to look at Ruben, pulling him into a soft kiss. “Because right now I’d die happy.” He breathed after pulling away.

“Sap.”

Then they were kissing again. Derrick moaned, hand running up Ruben’s arm. He rolled on top of him, straddling over him. “Ready for round two?” he growled in his ear, gently stroking Ruben’s dick between them.

Ruben whined, arching his back. “I’m ready if you are, alpha.” he gasped as Derrick kissed down his neck, nipping at his scent gland.

Growling, Derrick kissed down his boyfriend’s chest. He enjoyed feeling his quivering skin beneath his hands and lips. The whines and whimpers as he grew closer… Closer…

Pain. Searing pain.

He lurched back, clutching at his chest. Ruben was touching him, talking to him. But he barely felt it as his vision went white and his ears started were ringing.

There was just pain. Fear. Grief. Endless, immeasurable grief.

Then nothing.

Only a dim throb of grief remained, his soul-mark faintly beating in time with his heart.

Everything came back to him slowly. At some point he must have ended up on the floor because they were sitting with their backs on the side of the bed. Ruben was coaching him through breathing exercises, patient and slow.

He matched Ruben’s breathing as best he could. Gasping at first, then even, slow. Once he caught his breath, he put his head in his hands, hunching forward.

“What happened, Derrick?” Ruben asked, rubbing his hand up and down Derrick’s back. “That wasn’t like your normal panic attacks.”

He barely knew what had happened. It was all so quick before it was gone. But…

Derrick touched his soul-mark, holding his breath. Nothing. Usually he felt something, even if it was faint, but… Nothing. Just the faint feeling of numb grief. That was probably just his. Because that pain, that scream of emotion, that…

“I think…” He met Ruben’s eyes, tears building up. “I think my soulmate just died.”

“Oh, Derrick…” Ruben just hugged him.

Derrick fell into him, sobbing quietly at first before raw bursts of wailing wrenched from his throat.

He loved Ruben, he did, but neither of this planned for their relation to last. Derrick had always imagined he’d find and marry his soulmate.

Now he’d never have the chance.

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Hannah

Staring at the closed casket, covered in sprawling flowers, Hannah felt like the funeral was for someone else. None of this was anything Sam would have wanted. The pictures were all the ones he hated, only taken to appease his parents. Him in dresses, with makeup, normally wild short hair straightened and orderly, it just… This was all so wrong. They had to know that.

But she just sat there, staring straight ahead as the priest droned on. She didn’t know what she was supposed to be feeling or doing. There was a feeling in her. Something she hadn’t stopped feeling since she got the call Sam was being rushed to the hospital. Since the doctor had come out to them in the waiting room to tell them the news. Something she couldn’t name, didn’t know how to explain. Her therapist suggested it was grief, but that felt too simple a word.

She didn’t know if she was supposed to be sobbing, like Crystal next to her. Or if she was supposed to be sitting in silent grief and fury, like Rae was as the two remaining triplets held onto each other. Their other sisters has a range of emotions between those two.

But none reflected what was bubbling inside her.

Maybe it was because she wasn’t part of their family. Her only connection to them was through Sam. And now he was… He was…

Her throat closed up. Whatever dam had built up, whatever wall had been raised, the floodgates were threatening to tear it all down. Making some sort of ‘excuse me’, she left the room, exiting one of the doors to outside, trying to breathe in fresh air. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene. The family was meant to be grieving this hard, not her.

She touched her chest, over her clothing where her soul-mark was. There was still something there. Faint, but there. Her therapist had suggested maybe there was a third soulmate out there. It didn’t happen often, but since many formed packs, it was most likely under-reported in public records when someone had multiple soulmates.

Sam had joked about it before, since they couldn’t give each other pups. Hannah had always been open about her desire for them and she knew Sam did too, even if he kept it to himself. He’d just wanted to transition before entertaining the idea.

The memory shattered the wall inside her. She sagged against a pillar nearby as sobs wracked her frame, threatening to knock her off her feet. It took several attempts to calm down, the tears starting again as soon as she got them to stop. Eventually she calmed down, still shaky, but could probably get inside without too much fuss. She just hoped no one noticed.

“Hey.”

Hannah turned to see Marianne, tissue box in hand. “You should be inside.” she said, voice wobbly as she wiped at her tears.”It’s your brother’s… It’s Sam’s…” She couldn’t say it. She just couldn’t.

Marianne gently took her arm, leading them both to sit on a bench by the wall. “And Sam would want someone to check on you, too. We both know he’d hate this performance my parents are putting on.” Her voice was raw, tired. She’d probably cried to her limit already.

Nodding, Hannah took some of the tissues, keeping her head down. She couldn’t look Marianne in the eye. “None of it feels real.” she said quietly. “None of it. It feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But if I could, then he isn’t… He wouldn’t be…” She swallowed hard, voice cracking and breaking. “We had a plan. My parents were going to… So why did he…” She couldn’t breathe again. She just wanted to stop crying.

Marianne pulled her into a hug, comforting words said that Hannah knew they both knew felt empty right now.

Sam was gone. And nothing could change that.

[cypherlune]

More Specific Description of Evelyn

☆ Basic Info ☆ ──────

☆ Name : Evelyn Leanna Lune ☆ Age : 27 ☆ Sexuality : Pansexual ☆ Gender : Female ☆ Birthday : March 5th 1997 ☆ Zodiac sign : Pisces ☆ Nicknames: Evie, Evy, Ev, Kid, Lyn, Lune, Sparky, Ace

────── ☆ Other Info ☆

☆ Hair Colour : Dark Brown, with teal front strands on either side ☆ Hair Type & Length : Wavy, Past Shoulder ☆ Eye Colour : Teal ☆ Skin Colour : Light Mixed ☆ Body type : Slender, but athletic ☆ Scars : On her left hand, around her right wrist, some on arms ☆ Height : 5"7 ☆ Dominant Hand : Right ☆ Allergies : Pineapple, Shellfish ☆ Prosthetic Limbs: Vibranium right hand ☆ Health: Healthy, maintains a good diet.

☆ Accent : Slightly French-Canadian, losing the accent slowly ☆ Abilities & Powers : Ability to manipulate photon- electron energy in the form of neon teal energy balls, which can be manipulated to her will, technopath, super soldier ☆ Talents : Fighting skills, Martial arts, Assassinations, tech-savvy, strategist, hacking ☆ Flaws : Will do anything to protect friends, overconfident, doesn't second guess before doing something, Stubborn, impulsive, worrier, perfectionist ☆ Personality type : ENTP ☆ Sense of humour: Sarcasm, dry, dark humour, jokes about trauma ☆ Mental Illnesses/Mental Health : ADHD, PTSD, DID, Anxiety disorder ☆ Quirks : Fidgety, twirling her front teal strands of hair in her metal hand, sometimes adds random French or Spanish words to her sentences. ☆ First Language : French ☆ Second Language : Spanish ☆ Other Languages : English, 18 more ☆ Quotes : "You people really know how to ruin my life." "You're gonna have to trust me" "Je ne suis pas vraiment un héros" "Creo que hemos terminado aquí" ☆ Aliases : Evelyn Lune, The Blue Beam (formerly) , Thunderstorm, Cypher, Lynn Vere (formerly), Planeador de sombras (formerly) ☆ Fears : Losing her friends, failure, Her old Handler from HYDRA, Platypus, Monkeys ☆ Weaknesses: Her loved ones, Blue Beam, HYDRA

☆ Thrillseeker?: Yes, She loves anything dangerous and thrilling, and will not hesitate to risk her life ☆ Pronouns: She/They

Family and Friends

☆ Hometown : Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada ☆ Social Class : Upper ☆ Residences : Penthouse Apartment in Manhattan, and a room in the Avengers Compound ☆ Upbringing (before HYDRA) : Wealthy, adoptive parents were CEOs, loved, and educated ☆ Education : No high school education (HYDRA) but 3 PhD's as she was so smart they accepted her without a high school record. ☆ Teenage Years : All of them spent with HYDRA, traumatic, chaotic ☆ Biological Mother [deceased] : Unknown ☆ Biological Father [deceased] : Unknown ☆ Adoptive Mother [deceased] : Kendra Lune ☆ Adoptive Father [deceased] : Jason Lune ☆ Sister (Adoptive Family's child) [deceased] : Lorelei "Rory" Lune ☆ Pets: Carmine (cat), Mavis (cat), Papillion (cat) ☆ Best Friends : Serena (@serenastark-official), Peter Parker, Laurya (@goddess-of-birds), ☆ Children : None ☆ Significant Other : None ☆ Past and Current Affiliations : Lune Industries, HYDRA, The Red Room, Avengers, Guardians of The Galaxy, Thunderbolts ☆ Allies : Avengers, Yelena, Guardians, The Stark crew, All the Spider-People, Thunderbolts, Revengers, The Magic People

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Credits to @serenastark-official [and to the original template person]

[norbezjones]

I did the art meme! It was actually quite interesting, digging up pieces from my past for this retrospective, and it made me reflect quite a bit. So here's a full reflection of my art journey as depicted in this timeline:

2015: I was dedicating myself more to my art, and made a comic with a friend for a contest that year. I had always been passionate about comics, and had made comics in the past, but with this one, I really stretched my creative muscles. I was trying to learn more techniques with inking & lining. I did traditional art, as I had tried digital art, and considered myself very bad at it. I had been drawing consistently from a young age, and loved the craft.

2016: more traditional art, more comics. Still very passionate about art. The art depicted was for a little exercise I made that became the story idea "Complex Chords" (which is ironic, because I said in the caption of the original piece that, "I won’t be continuing this story." TOTAL LIE LMAO).

2017: the art depicted is the cover art I made for the public release of my game The Mouse, which is an interactive project about a college student named Evelyn Grey who is being abused by their roommate. I drew a lot of Evelyn Grey and her friend, Miss Dexter, that year.

2018: I can't remember much about this year, to be honest. The art depicted is the yearly self-portrait I did from 2015 to 2018ish if I recall correctly.

2019: I tried doing more digital art, using the Fire Alpaca creation tool. I didn't consider myself very good at it, and that discouraged me. The art depicted is a crossover piece between Good Omens and a friend's game, which I gave to that friend as fanart. The most important thing to know is this: I basically gave up on art completely this year or 2020, because I became convinced I wasn't good enough at it, as I had been told by people in my life I wasn't good enough at drawing. So I basically stopped, aside from doodles for myself in my notebook.

2020: I barely drew this year, aside from the coronavirus zine for charity, which the art depicted is from.

2021: I searched far and wide, but I couldn't find any saved pieces from this year. I assume this is because I still wasn't drawing at that time, so there wasn't much to save.

2022: This is where things take a shift. Due to my pseudo-dementia (which was not yet diagnosed), I needed an outlet to express my feelings, and began drawing again. I was very scared to return to drawing, because I was convinced I was so bad at it, but to my pleasant surprise, doing so was a rediscovery of a lost love. I had forgotten how passionate I was about drawing, and I eagerly continued where I had left off, drawing A TON that year. I especially loved returning to inking & lining with pen. The art above is from an animatic I made of my friend's actual play show, Heart Town Hunters. Go watch it, it's really good!

2023: I decided to try digital art again with the program Ibis Paint X, because I was in pseudo-dementia recovery, and only had a phone in my possession. Ibis Paint X is a mobile & PC application, and it's pretty versatile as well. I soon found a great meeting point between my traditional art, and my desire to thrive in the digital art space: I could line the art traditionally, and color it digitally. This meant I used my copic markers less, but it really helped develop my skills in an aspect of art I hadn't yet practiced much. I also participated in ArtFight for the first time ever that year! The art depicted is from my NSFW alt, of my 4 horsemen characters and their handler.

2024: this year, I've only developed my digital art skills more, though I'm no good at shading--that still alludes me (if you have any advice/tips for that, please share them!). I drew all of the art for my upcoming game Romance The Backrooms, and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I'm making a lot of progress, and I'm happy. Here's to more art in the future!

[best-female-villain-tournament]

Final character placement

polls (will add links when posted)

Makima(Chainsaw Man) VS Dahlia Hawthorne(Ace Attorney)

The Handler(The Umbrella Academy) VS Margaret Slitheen(Doctor Who)

Linda Monroe(Hatchetfield) VS Miyo Takano(Higurashi When They Cry)

Diane Makepeace(Layton Brothers: Mystery Room) VS Marisa Coulter(His Dark Materials)

Vespera(Keeper of the Lost Cities) VS Master Cyclonis(Storm Hawks)

Exellinor the Witch(How To Train Your Dragon(books)) VS Lady Felmet(Discworld(Wyrd sisters))

Magica De Spell(Ducktales) VS Twyla Sophio(Cemetery Mary)

Liliana(Oxventure) VS Marie Campbell(Killer Frequency)

Jezaille Brett/Asa Shinn(Ace Attorney) Vs White Diamond(Steven Universe)

Medusa(Kid Icarus) VS Bryce Tankthrust(Brandon Rogers/Bryce Tankthrust, CEO)

Beatrice(Umineko When They Cry) VS Shiela young(Hatchetfield)

Odalia Blight(The Owl House) VS Cora Mills(Once Upon a Time)

Alcina Dimitrescu(Resident Evil) VS GLaDOS(Portal)

Eris(Sinbad) VS Beroba(Kamen Rider Geats)

Poison Ivy(DC) VS Harumi(Ninjago)

Lusamine(Pokemon) VS Arlecchino(Genshin Impact)

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Dr Olivia Octavius(Spiderman: Into The Spider-verse) VS The Other Mother(Coraline)

Granny Rags(Dishonoured) VS Larxene(Kingdom Hearts)

Morgana Pendragon(BBC Merlin) VS Barbara Burgess(The Goes Wrong Show (90 Degrees))

Cinder Fall(RWBY) VS Lanfear/Selene(Wheel of Time)

Azula(Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS Queen Chrysalis(My Little Pony)

Mother Gothel(Tangled) VS Cruella de Vil(101 Dalmations)

Missy(Doctor Who) VS Nightmare Moon(My Little Pony)

Himiko Toga(My Hero Academia) VS Maleficent(Sleeping Beauty)

The Iron Queen(Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Lust(Fullmetal Alchemist)

Shego(Kim Possible) VS Queen Beryl(Sailor Moon)

Medusa Gorgon(Soul Eater) VS The Enchantress(Shovel Knight)

Delilah Briarwood(Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina) VS Delilah Copperspoon(Dishonored)

Kaia(Motorcity) VS Lady Gisela Sencen(Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Evelyn Deavor(the Incredibles) VS Yzma(Emperors New Groove)

Madalena(Galavant) VS Ragyo Kiryuin(Kill la Kill)

The Prince(Bullet Train) Vs Queen Cersei Lannister(Game of Thrones)

[mirandamckenni1]

Lesbian Bed Death - Horrors Of The Crown Hotel (Official Music Video) TAKEN FROM THE NEW ALBUM, MIDNIGHT LUST, COMING SOON! https://ift.tt/8IDQdr4 Directed and produced by Evelyn Wolf & Dan Peach Additional production by Jacqui Dunn Director of Photography: Ben Thompson First Camera Assistant: Elliot Wallis The band: JJ – Vocals Dan Peach – Rhythm Guitar Leisl Heath - Bass Aimee Violet – Drums (Lead guitar on studio recording by Steve Lethal) Actors: Alan Ratcliffe (Butler), Charlie White (Woman in bath [Young]), Val Booth (Woman in bath [Older]), Esme and Isabella Shenton (Twins), Dan Tobias Lewis-Dayle (Dog), Richard Walton (Dog handler), Rachel Rouge & Myles Dartford (Dancing couple). Lead Hair Makeup and SFX: JaqD SFX Assistant Hair Makeup and SFX: Emily Rogers, Katie Parker & Casey Kingsley Twins Costume and Hair: Jasmine Rowlands Running: Philip Kempson Thanks to: Catherine Booth, Moorville Hall and UCEN Manchester Dan Peach’s custom Baphomet guitar by Chris Baxter at Whispersmith Guitars https://ift.tt/Wg6249Q Lesbian Bed Death management & booking enquiries: evelynwolfmusic@gmail.com https://ift.tt/t3erXuy https://ift.tt/uGJPVTH https://ift.tt/GJUhdV0 http://www.twitter.com/lbdofficial https://ift.tt/2dHMXhA LYRICS Let me tell you a story about The Crown Hotel A seedy hovel and a gateway to hell Blood-splattered walls and chandeliers Countless people have died in here Tortured spirits in the bricks and mortar Visitors are lambs to the slaughter Another felon, another transgression At least the bar's open 24/7 A honeymoon suite with an infestation This is Roachville Baby, your nightmare vacation Listen hard and listen well It's a place where the wicked dwell The horrors of The Crown Hotel Blood-stained walls, a cadaver smell Departed guests, they never tell Know them once, know them well The horrors of The Crown Hotel Serial killers planning their attack Ladies of the night smoking crack A satanic cult sacrificing cats No-one checks out with their soul intact Kidnapped kids chopped up the cellar A chained up gimp for sordid pleasure Contaminated drinks, a blow to the head Most of the guests are already dead Curb crawlers by the station This is Roachville Baby, your nightmare vacation via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUzi_zI_fww

[lasthq]

and we're open! below the cut are all the accepted characters. please make sure to look over our checklist, see our room allocations, and send in your character blog within 24 hours to prevent an early checkout. welcome to novac ⸻ it's got it's ups and downs, but you can't deny the view.

jasper smith (jack wolfe) — archivist

summaiya sachdev (amita suman) — gatherer

rowan gallagher (jodie comer) — scout

valeria de la vega (zion moreno) — farmer

aoife “fae” williams (rachel mcadams) — groundskeeper

justin kim (woo dohwan) — armourer

eleanor hawthorne (olivia cooke) — scavenger

linus horner (kit young) — doctor

patrick smith (freddy carter) — groundskeeper *jasper smith’s sibling wc

kris jefferson (erana james) — armourer

livia hawthorne (crystal reed) — doctor

laz stokes (ed skrein) — butcher

nazli sönmez (ayça ayşin turan) — veterinarian 

jade ortega (priscilla quintana) — scavenger

tayla quinney (madelyn cline) — motel staff

rian zhao (chloe bennett) — scout

veronica “ronnie” huang (chase sui wonders) — veterinarian

gianna aguilar (lizeth selene) — farmer

boone delmont (boyd holbrook) — scout

mina baek (lee ji-eun) — armourer

jackie adams (michael greyeyes) — farmer

aarom azeem (riz ahmed) — motel staff

daisy ren (jessie mei li) — scavenger

kaia li (courtney eaton) — dishwasher

nicholas grant (david tennant) — doctor

azra reis (melisa pamuk) — nurse

cameron hansen (alva bratt) — care assistant *fae williams’ adopted child wc

marisa kelly (jessica chastain) — nurse

jordan kim (cha eun-woo) — bartender *justin kim’s brother wc

margaret walsh (phoebe tonkin) — guard

elena sanchez (sofia carson) — gatherer

rhiannon “rhi” harlow (sophie thatcher) — bartender

ilayda seren (hande ercel) — nurse

lydia grant (kristine froseth) — scavenger *nicholas grant’s daughter wc

julian graves (oscar isaac) — brewer

evelyn carver (jessica sula) — cook

audrey lam (levy tran) — stablehand

axel bishop (jack quaid) — scout

iris adler (ana de armas) — animal handler

remi evans (shay mitchell) — bartender

[ppw-multimuse-hub]

"I've been involved for a while and always knew there was some corruption in the force, I had hoped to handle things inside the law but the situation has, frankly, gotten out of control and little is actually being done besides innocent people being accused," Evelyn sighed.

Evelyn mulled over the offer for Eda to reach out to some contacts. It could help them narrow down who the next killer is or a handler appearing, something to help track their movements when they do start to prowl. At least get a start if any information about this comes up.

"perhaps that is a good idea. Just, do not get involved beyond that without talking to us first. We're operating with information the public isn't yet aware of that we're trying to connect dots for. I would rather if you got involved that you do so in working with us, alright?"

"She may if we ask her to, sometimes she can surprise us at being able to keep secrets," Evelyn pointed out.

As her younger sisters bickered Evelyn gave a shrug at Eda's point, "you have a point, we aren't exactly a conventional family."

She had been thinking about what to say if someone in the home had asked, deciding half truths would suffice.

"We've begun investigating these murders that have been going on a bit. With how many civilians that have been arrested on false evidence and charges lately for it I decided to do my own investigating and currently so not trust the coroner or at least the hold the force may have on them so I've roped Lilly into helping with medical examinations instead," she explained.