#new angel oc named MEATBALL

[geothefafa]

#i know this is supposed to be like some gravity-time distortiong effect but i think its interesting that it looks the exact same as this#glitch i got in a differential equation solver program i made (i was actually trying to simulate cooking meatballs but thats like what life#is) where the solution overshot up and down and looked just like the last image#idk it would be funny if life was a crappy meatball differential equation solver

PREV @jswatson I WANNA APPRECIATE HOW COOL THIS IS!!!! i may not personally be very math savvy, but theres something to be said about a glitched simulation of cooking meatballs having the same beautiful effect that i imagine reality warping would emulate. this is great news to me.

tragic. they found an angel stcuk tangled in the telephone wires outsside your house. sorruy. yeah we dont know how to get it out cus anyone who approached the divine light of their holy aura got obliterated. yeah we forgot their names. it'll probably get free sooner or later. dont go outside

[rayslittlekitten]

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

A/N: This is finally done! I swear I started this like two years ago inspired by a Writer Wednesday prompt and I kinda got stuck trying to paint the exact picture I had in my mind and I think I finally succeeded. Okay maybe a little less detailed, but it's got the point I wanted to make across. This is kinda like a villain origin story. I chose to pair him with an OC (who also has physical descriptions) instead of reader character because this is really all about Dieter and I don’t think the reader would want to be the OC anyways. Also thanks to the lovely @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading!

Rating: T/M

Word Count: ~4.5k

Pairing: Young!Dieter Bravo (18+) x Named OFC

Plot: Dieter stumbles into his own Hollywood movie, but it's not the ending he expected.

Contains: mentions of sex, recreational drug use, angst

The sun is starting to set and palm tree silhouettes sway in front of the pink and orange skyline. The Golden Hour. The light casts long shadows as the glowing star descends. Dieter quickly pedals, cutting through alleyways and side streets to avoid the rush hour traffic and tourists.

Finally, he bursts through the front door of his apartment holding a take out bag and sweating like he just ran a marathon. He pants and tries to catch his breath as he quickly makes his way to the kitchen and shoves the bag into the nearly empty refrigerator. After slamming the door shut, he jogs over to the bathroom where he passes his roommate on the couch.

"I brought home some leftovers if you want it," Dieter quickly mentions.

"Is it a cheeseburger?" his roommate asks, his eyes never leaving the television screen.

"No! It's spaghetti and meatballs!" Dieter shouts from the bathroom where he starts getting rid of his sweaty and smelly clothes from waiting tables all day after turning on the shower.

"There's a party happening downtown tonight. Are you going?"

"No, I got this gig last minute. I gotta leave in like 10 minutes," he replies before shoving his toothbrush into his mouth.

"Come on, there's gonna be so many women there!" his roommate comments.

Dieter rushes through cleaning his teeth and spits into the sink.

"I'm working the Titanic premiere at the Chinese theater," he shouts before jumping into the shower, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He shrieks at the shock of the cold temperature.

After Dieter's record quick shower, he throws on some decently clean clothes after giving them a sniff and then shoves his feet into his shoes.

"The Titanic premiere? Get out! Who the hell did you have to blow to get that gig?" his roommate asks skeptically.

"No one. One of my coworkers also works catering and someone dropped out," Dieter shrugs. "I'm getting paid to serve stars. I'm not passing up on that."

"Well, look at you, climbing the Hollywood social ladder. Next, you're gonna tell me you're the new Leonardo DiCaprio."

"You could be the next Leonardo DiCaprio if you actually went to auditions instead of waiting for someone to notice you," Dieter shoots back.

"You do you man. I have my own methods," he replies smugly.

"I gotta go. See you later. Please do the dishes before you go to this party," Dieter adds before grabbing an apple out of a fruit bowl sitting on the kitchen counter and taking off.

***

As Dieter races to the theater on his bike, riding as quick as he possibly could while weaving through traffic, he slows down for a moment when he sees the large crowd lined up by the red carpet outside of the beautiful iconic theater. His breath is taken away as he admires the glitz and glamor in front of him.

The Grauman’s Chinese Theatre is a place he’s gotten well acquainted with since moving to Los Angeles. It’s one of his favorite places to go in his free time, watching all the new film releases. Sometimes multiple times if he enjoys them that much. However, he’s never actually attended a movie premiere and the elegant transformation has him in a chokehold.

As he approaches the theater, he hops off mid-roll as he slows down and hears a loud roar coming from the fans barricaded off to the side. He can't see who it is, but a limo just pulled up to the front of the theater and the screams get louder as someone steps out of the car and walks down the red carpet. He knows one day, it'll be him walking down that plush red carpet and loved by fans.

He moves quickly to behind the theater where his coworker told him to meet her. He sprints when he finds his coworker right outside the back door appearing to finish putting on her uniform.

"Oh, thank goodness you made it!" She says as she buttons up her uniform vest.

"I got here as quickly as I could." He drops his bike and with his hands on his knees, Dieter pauses to catch his breath.

"We don't have time!" She tosses him his uniform vest.

Dieter instantly throws the vest on.

"Come on! We gotta run," she tells him as she takes off inside.

"What about my bike?" he asks as he throws his bag over his shoulder.

"Bring it in!" she shouts from the long hallway.

Dieter takes his bike with him and rushes inside, letting the door close behind him. He leaves the bike and bag somewhere and she gestures to him to hurry. As he follows her, he buttons up and stuffs his shirt into his pants. By the time they enter the kitchen, he's mostly put together as he smooths out his hair, slicking it back.

He doesn't even get a moment to catch his breath when a tray of hors d'oeuvres get shoved into his hands.

"Go, go, go!" the man in apron shouts as he nudges Dieter towards the swinging doors.

Dieter rushes out while trying not to tip over the tray. He gathers his composure and walks around offering hors d'oeuvres while taking in the celebrities and VIPs. He was so in awe of everything and everyone around him, being in the midst of one of the most important parties celebrating what he believes will be one of the biggest movies of the year. It’s James freakin’ Cameron!

Throughout the night, he continues to walk around with trays of food and beverages while taking everything in. He’s taking notice of what people are wearing, saying, who’s talking to who. Even though he’s not able to mingle with the stars, he’s just as happy that he gets to still, in a way, be in the middle of it all. He was even able to sneak into the theater a few times to watch the movie.

As he makes his way back to the kitchen with an empty tray, suddenly he’s blindsided by a swinging door.

“Oops! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind the door,” the person apologizes.

“You went out the wrong door,” he exclaims while picking up his tray off the floor.

“Are you okay?”

When Dieter looks up at the offending person, his face softens. She looks like a Golden Aged Hollywood star. Her long wavy hair cascades down her exposed back. Her floor-length shiny dress is slinky against her smooth skin, hugging her every curve and dip, and flaring out at her ankles. Her long fanned out lashes and cat eyeliner frame her piercing eyes.

“I… yeah I’m… I’m good,” he stammers, swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth. “Um, can I help you? Are, are you lost?” He vaguely points to the kitchen doors.

“Say, you happen to know where I can powder my nose?” She asks curiously while tapping the tip of her nose with he satin-covered fingertip.

“Uhhh, the ladies’ room is that way,” he points to a general direction.

“You’re adorable,” she compliments with a giggle after a silent moment studying him. “This is your first time working one of these big Hollywood parties, isn’t it?”

“Uhhh… no?”

Something out of his eyesight catches her attention and she loops her arm through his before quickly swooping him away into a different direction.

“So, uh, what did you say your name was again?” She asks as she briskly moves them farther away from where they were, occasionally glancing back.

“I, I didn’t,” he stutters. “Where are we going?”

“You know where we can just get away from the crowd and maybe get some air?” She asks while scanning the place.

“Yes, I actually do. Follow me!”

Dieter stealthily navigates them both to a section for employees only and out through a back alleyway. She looks behind them and when she sees that nobody has followed them, she lets out a sigh of relief.

“Phew! Thank you so much,” she says to him.

“No problem. So who or what were we running away from back there?” Dieter asks her.

“What are you talking about?” She asks calmly.

“You wanted to get the hell out of there and you kept looking back like you’re checking to see if anyone was following us.”

She ignores his observation, walking off a few feet away to put some distance between them as she takes out a cigarette from her clutch.

“Are you in danger?” Dieter asks.

She scoffs and lets out a chuckle.

“No, nothing dramatic like that,” she responds right before she lights her cigarette and takes a drag.

He notices she doesn’t have a wristband or any visible credentials.

“Are you even supposed to be at this party?” He asks her with narrow eyes.

Suddenly the door swings open, knocking into Dieter and preventing it from opening further. He moves aside and pokes his head around the door.

“Hey, sorry, buddy. Did you happen to see a woman with long dark hair about this tall come out this way? She has on like a long shiny dress?”

“Uhhh…” Dieter glances around the alleyway on both sides and briefly notices the woman hiding behind the door with her back against the brick wall, trying to make herself as invisible as possible.

“I mean, that could be anyone here,” Dieter responds to the man with a small smirk. “But no, I didn’t.” He shakes his head to underline his confirmation.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks with slight suspicion, noticing his uniform. “Shouldn’t you be inside working?”

“I’m just taking a break,” he shrugs.

The woman quietly offers Dieter her lit cigarette behind the door and he takes it from her without raising any alarms.

“A smoke break.” He shows the man the cigarette in his hand before taking a puff himself.

“Well, make it quick. if you see anyone matching that description, please let me know.”

And with that, he hands Dieter his business card.

“Will do, sir!” Dieter nods to him as he takes the card.

Dieter watches the man walk back into the building, and when he is completely out of sight, he looks over to where she is and notices she has started to tiptoe away.

“He’s gone,” Dieter tells her.

She stops in her tracks and turns around.

“Thank you for that. I really appreciate it.” She claps her hands together.

“You owe him some money or something?” Dieter asks, slowly walking towards her while taking another pull of her cigarette.

“Mm, I guess it depends on who you ask,” she replies coyly.

“What does that mean?” He tilts his head curiously.

After what he did for her, she feels she owes him at least an explanation.

“We had just met a few hours ago and I charmed him enough to sneak into this party but I got bored halfway in. I thought I’d be able to rub elbows with some important people, but turns out he doesn’t really know those important people here and if you don’t know anyone, you’d be lucky to even get to say just hi to the people everyone wants to talk to, so I dressed my best for nothing,” she replies.

Dieter checks the business card that was handed to him and it reads:

“Lights, Camera, Catering

Abner Bailey Jones

CEO”

“Shit, I think that was my boss,” Dieter laughs. “But that still doesn’t explain why he’s looking for you and why you’re avoiding him.”

“My guess is he’s expecting something in return for him getting me into the party,” she shrugs.

“Oooh,” he simply replies. “Wait a minute. So you got all glammed up and came here not knowing if you were going to get into the premiere?” He asks.

“You gotta fake it ‘til you make it, right?” She shrugs again as she struts back to him and takes her cigarette back. “So you ever gonna tell me your name? You can call me Beatrice.”

She takes a long drag while waiting for his answer.

“Dieter. My stage name," he explains. "It's a nickname my family gave me when I was a kid because I couldn't pronounce theater correctly which I loved going to all the time and it came out sounding like Dieter and it just stuck. The movie theater is where my passion for acting started."

“Of course you’re an actor. What’s your real name?" 

Dieter doesn't answer, but simply flashes a cheeky smirk at her, his dimple creasing deeper into his face.

"Hmm, suddenly so mysterious. Nice to meet you, Dieter.” Beatrice extends her gloved hand out and Dieter shakes it.

“You’re new in town, aren't you?" she asks curiously then drops the cigarette butt on the asphalt.

"Not really. I moved here about six months ago."

"Six months only? Oh, you are new in town," she comments. "Practically a tourist."

"Really?" he asks with a tilt to his head. “What makes you say that?"

"Your eagerness. You still got that sparkle in your eyes. You haven’t been jaded by Hollywood yet.”

“And you have, I suppose?”

Beatrice shrugs and flashes an award-winning smile, her turn to be a little mysterious. Her blood red lips make her perfect teeth even brighter.

“Hey, you wanna get out of here? Got a place we can go to just like, hang out?” she asks.

Dieter looks around to make sure she was talking to him and then stares back at her like a deer in headlights.

“M-me? You wanna hang out with me?” He points to his own chest, shocked.

“Yeah, why does that surprise you?”

“I mean you… you look like that,” he points to her dress. “And well…” He then gestures his hands to himself.

“You look like a star. I just didn’t think women who look like you would want anything to do with people who look like me,” he replies.

“It’s that kinda thinking that makes me want to hang out with you even more. You’re not full of yourself. You seem like a cool guy, Dieter.”

Dieter’s face flushes. “Thank you. You seem super cool too. Like way cooler than me. Oh! My shift ends in…” he glances at his watch. “Maybe another hour.”

“Oh, come on, Dieter!”

Dieter sighs, stuck between staying for the party or going with this beautiful woman in front of him.

“You’re not gonna leave a damsel all in distress, are you?” Beatrice fakes an exaggerated pout while batting her hazel eyes.

“You have a habit of following around strangers?” He teases.

“Strangers? You and me? No. You lied for me and basically saved my life. You’re practically my savior,” she corrects him.

“Saved your life? I thought you weren’t in any danger. ‘Nothing dramatic like that’, I believe you said,” he jabs back.

“You saved me from dying of boredom,” she smirks and it draws a small laugh out of Dieter. “So what do you say, hero?”

Dieter chews on his lower lip as he weighs his options.

“Come on, you really wanna work this boring party? I’m pretty sure half the cast left already,” she gripes. “Oh, I also got…”

Beatrice fishes inside her clutch and pulls out a small baggie.

“Weed! I don’t know if you indulge, but I’m willing to share,” she tempts him as she dangles the baggie. “We can chill out and talk about the movie or whatever.”

After a few more moments, he finally makes a decision.

“Wait right here. I’ll be right back,” Dieter tells her right before he rushes back inside.

“Yes!” Beatrice exclaims enthusiastically.

A few minutes later, Dieter returns with his bag and bike.

“My coworker’s gonna cover for me. She owes me a favor,” Dieter says.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s gonna fit the both of us, especially not while wearing this.” She points out her delicate gown. “Let’s hail a cab!”

***

After grabbing some tacos off a street cart, they end up back at his place.

"I don't think my roommate is home. He went to some party downtown,” Dieter says while giving her a quick tour of his apartment.

When they finally reach his messy bedroom, she notices the canvases sprawled throughout.

"You're an artist?” Beatrice asks while admiring the art.

"I dabble in paint whenever I have the time,” he shrugs. “Which sometimes is a lot,” he laughs.

"Your style is interesting. What do you have going on here?" She asks, pointing to a canvas with splotches of color on it.

"I don't know yet. I just paint whatever comes to my mind." He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs as he walks over to the painting.

"Whenever I get inspired, I just..." He vaguely gestures his hand to the half empty white surface. "I have to admit, many of them have been under the influence," he laughs.

"Oh, yeah? What's your poison of choice?" she asks, suddenly very interested.

“Well, usually just some marijuana. That one was actually a result of the first time I tried mushrooms.” Dieter points to a different painting.

“Have you ever tried cocaine?”

“That’s a rich man’s candy,” Dieter replies, shaking his head.

“I can get some for us,” she offers. “I know someone.”

“You have that kind of money?” He asks curiously with a raised brow, inching closer to her.

“Money isn’t the only currency there is, especially out here in Hollywood."

Dieter studies her for a few moments trying to understand what she could mean.

“A-are you… do you…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the question without possibly offending her.

“No, I’m not a prostitute if that’s what you’re going to ask,” she chuckles. "But you wouldn't be the first person to think that."

"I'm not judging." He puts his hands up in defense. "Everyone's gotta do whatever they can to survive."

"Especially out here in the wild, wild West. People are nice to each other, but in the end it's everyone for themselves." She tips her head to him.

"I wish you success but also hope I get the role instead of you, ha ha ha,” she mocks with an obvious fake laugh and then rolls her eyes. "So much ego."

“Ouch. Sounds like you've been burned before.” Dieter walks over to her.

"Yeah, but I have thick skin. You've gotta have that to be in this game. You've gotta grow one after the umpteenth rejection. Or even worse, having to suck it up and reject a role because you refuse to suck a dick for it— a background role at that. You mind?" She pulls out a joint and the corner of his lips turn up.

“Not if you share," he replies.

She lights it up and after taking a pull, she hands it to him.

"Can't say I've had the opportunity to suck a dick for a role yet," he chuckles before taking a hit.

"Oh, trust me, you will. There is no discrimination. Women might get it more often, but there are definitely men who have fucked to get a role as well."

“I should be, but why am I not surprised?” he chimes in.

“Enough of all this talk. It’s bringing the mood down. Oh, I’ve got an idea!” she says, taking a drag of the joint as she lays down on his bed. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

"Are you for real?" he asks.

"Yes, I am." She takes another drag and passes the joint back to him before starting to strip down.

Dieter is shocked and speechless. He is in awe as he watches her remove her clothes until she's down to her lacy underwear. Her braless breasts hang freely as she lays down on her side, just like Rose did.

“Are you just gonna stare at me all night or do you need more drugs?” she asks him after a few moments.

“I’m just admiring the art that’s already in front of me,” he replies before taking another toke of the joint.  “Not sure if any amount of drugs will do it any justice.”

“You’re sweet,” she comments as warmth rises to her face. “But I wanna see what you see. As they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Dieter continues to study her for a few more seconds before finally nodding.

“Alright. I think I got something.”

He passes the joint back to her and with that, Dieter starts squeezing some paint onto his palette, mixing colors and spreading them on the canvas. His dark round eyes dart around her face and body, taking in the image in front of him and then finally scraping some paint onto the canvas to spit out what his mind is processing.

She can’t see what he’s doing but notices he’s using a lot of different colors and broad strokes. After about ten minutes of this, a wide smirk plays on his face.

“What? Do I look silly like a Picasso or something?” She asks.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I just can’t believe the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met is naked on my bed, asking me to paint her.”

“You don’t get a lot of women getting naked in your bed for a portrait?” She teases before taking another drag and passing it on to Dieter.

“No,” he laughs, taking a pull of his own.

“Although, I’m not quite naked yet.” Beatrice slides off the bed and struts towards him. “Let me see what you’ve got so far.”

“No, no, it’s not quite finished—“

She takes a peek despite his protests and the breath is knocked out of her.

“Dieter, this is…” She’s at a loss for words.

“Yeah, I know, it’s… it’s really rough and—”

“This is beautiful!” She turns to him.

It’s a somewhat abstract piece with globs of paint spackled onto the canvas. He highlighted the soft features of her face and how her tendrils of long curls hung off her head. Her bright red lips pop out against the browns, beiges and yellows behind it. A splash of blue and green in the background pulls her away from the canvas. While her body isn’t complete yet, the simple and rough outline he laid out seemed intentional. If he hadn’t said anything, she would have thought he was finished.

“Thank you, you’re kind.” His face heats up as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Dieter. Seriously! You have a gift.”

Dieter is now the one speechless. His face starts to get warm and pink.

“But maybe you need a closer look to finish this painting. Catch the details you might have missed.”

Beatrice proceeds to push her panties down until they hit the floor, which made his jaw do that as well. She then takes the joint from him, takes a big hit and straddles his lap. Leaning in, her lips graze his as she opens her mouth. He opens up his own and sucks in the smoke into his lungs. After a moment, their lips meet and they begin to make out, working up to fog his windows.

***

When Dieter wasn't at an audition or waiting on people, he spent most of his time with Beatrice. They'd sneak into movie theaters to catch a flick, especially when they were playing classics, which they both appreciated, but many times they ended up making out instead. Sometimes they'd take long strolls along the Santa Monica pier while smoking weed. At some point, she introduced him to cocaine and whatever drugs she was able to get her hands on, and in turn he would churn out pieces of art while admiring her, his muse.

They did almost everything together. They laughed, cried, loved, and tripped together. They even went on auditions together and supported each other in preparing for them. He had such a strong connection with her, sharing the same passions and navigating life together in this crazy movie town. He thought he found his soulmate.

It was the best time of his life. He was living his own Hollywood movie and he felt like he was at the top of the world, just like Jack Dawson, but he then learned he’s no Leonardo DiCaprio. As quickly as he got high on all this, the crash came down just as fast.

"I don't understand," Dieter says, confused.

"You don't make friends in this business, Dieter. You make transactions and deals."

"Wow," he could only muster up with wide eyes. "What about relationships? Friendships? Do you have any connection - a genuine connection - with anyone?"

"The only connections I need are transactional. I give something in exchange for something else, whether it be for survival, pleasure or power."

He scrubs a hand over his face and studies her for a few moments.

"So what was I? What did you get in exchange for... for whatever this is?" Dieter asks, waving his hand between them.

"You had a good time, right?" she shrugs as she throws a small smile.

"This was more than just a good time for me," Dieter shoots back with air quotes. "I-I thought we had something special. We talked about making it in Hollywood together!”

"Oh, honey..." she frowns and reaches for his face, but he flinches, pulling away from her and walking off.

"How do you-- how can you--" Dieter takes a deep breath to compose himself.

"Hollywood is going to eat you alive, sweetheart. You're not cut out for this place," Beatrice shakes her head.

"No," Dieter shakes his head. "You get one fucking role and then you think you're too good for me?"

"It's nothing personal," she explains. "I'm just playing by the rules. I didn't create them. And once I'm in, like in in, I can help maybe you get your foot in too."

Dieter is speechless. He just stares at her with misty eyes and brows turned down, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I don’t need your charity or… or your fucking connections! Did you have to suck a dick for that role?”

She looks back at him in disgust and scoffs.

“No need to be rude. I earned that role,” she replies with her arms crossed.

“That’s not a no,” he retorts.

“Whatever. I don’t need to explain myself,” she huffs. “Look, I just came to tell you I can’t see you anymore and to pick up my things and say goodbye.”

Dieter just stares at her again, trying to process what is unfolding as the reality sinks in.

“Just go. Take your shit and go,” he simply says.

After she gathers her things, she takes one more glance at him.

“Goodbye, Dieter.”

When he doesn’t respond, she finally walks out the door, leaving Dieter to cry alone and pick up the broken pieces of his heart.

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is here <3

38. Make Us Fly

It was with great reluctance that Freddie’s parents allowed her to return to Thorpe Abbotts. Her phone privileges revoked, Freddie had taken to spending her days moping, writing letters to Rosie that she wasn’t sure she’d ever let him read, and staring out the window in her bedroom as though she was expecting him to appear spontaneously in the street below.

She was only allowed to return at all because Felix had suggested that having a job to do during the day would be good for her, would give her something to focus her attention on other than the doom she was certain she would find out any day now had found Rosie and killed him for good. She couldn’t sit writing love letters or gazing out of windows, couldn’t pace restlessly before bed or tap anxious fingers on the telephone receiver, if she was back to working long days in a high-stress job, her father had reasoned.

Just as he had promised, Rosie was there at the gate waiting for Freddie with Meatball on a lead, Millie and Jem on either side of him, and Croz just a little bit behind. And Freddie grinned wide when she saw him, bouncing in her seat where she was still being driven in, her fingers tapping and her legs shifting as her whole body filled with adrenaline. If the driver didn’t stop the jeep soon she thought she might just leap out of it while it was still moving.

“Fred!” Millie and Jem were calling, beaming and jumping up and down and waving to her. Meatball was pulling on his lead, barking and howling and trying to break free of Rosie to get to her.

Freddie’s answering laugh was filled with pure joy, loud and girlish and youthful. “Hi!” she cheered back to them.

The instant the jeep had stopped, Freddie was disembarking and her arrival committee was approaching, all of them grinning and laughing and excited.

Everyone stood back to let Rosie hug her first, Jem tactfully taking Meatball’s lead off of him to free up his hands. And after a tight, giggly hug and one long, firm kiss Freddie was all but wrenched out of Rosie’s arms and swept up into Millie’s, the two of them swaying from side to side on their feet in their happiness.

“I can’t believe you got married and I missed it!” Millie cried in fake outrage, stepping back to let Jem hug her but holding onto her left hand so she could look at the rings. “Our Fred, a married woman - outrageous!”

Freddie accepted a hug from Croz and his congratulations, sharing a laughing grin with him, before finally she crouched to the ground and Jem let go of Meatball’s lead so he could launch himself at her.

“My little boy!” Freddie exclaimed, wrapping him up in a hug, squirming away from the kisses he tried to cover her face in. “I know!” she cried when he started howling again. “I missed you too!”

“I’ve got no idea how you do it, Fred,” Jem said as she watched them with a smile. “He is a handful and a half.”

“He’s an angel,” Freddie disagreed with a giggle. “Always behaves for his mummy, don’t you, little one?”

“That make you his daddy now, Rosie?” Croz asked, his smirk audible in his voice.

“His step-daddy,” Millie corrected, smiling to herself. “And I wouldn’t expect Meatball to go changing his last name quite as readily as Fred did. Mr DeMarco over here still has another daddy missing him.”

“Any news on Benny and the others?” Freddie asked, rising to her full height and tucking herself into Rosie’s side, one hand permanently attached to Meatball’s head.

Millie shrugged. “Same old, same old. I sent over another letter yesterday informing John that you and Rosie are now married so I imagine the news will spread fast.”

“Did I miss anything else here?” Freddie wondered next.

Millie quirked a brow. “You phoned every day, Fred.”

Freddie scowled. “You sound like my mother.”

Rosie laughed and pressed a kiss to her head.

“Well, actually,” Croz began tentatively, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck, “you did miss something.”

All eyes shot to him. Rosie was grinning, obviously already aware of the news.

“Jean’s pregnant,” Croz announced with a sheepish grin. “I’m gonna be a father.”

“Oh my god!” Millie exclaimed.

“Croz!” Freddie added. “Congratulations!”

“Are you happy?” Jem asked, reaching to give both of his arms a squeeze.

Croz nodded, and his smile turned relieved, like he was glad he’d finally decided he was happy about it. “I’m - yeah. Hell, I’m so excited. Can’t wait to meet my little boy or girl.”

“That’s so exciting,” Freddie said softly. “Croz, I’m so happy for you.”

“Wait,” Jem said suddenly, “how is the baby yours?”

Croz choked on his next breath. “What do you mean, how is it mine?”

“How did you conceive a child while you’re in England and your wife is in America?”

Beside Freddie, Rosie was chuckling to himself, smoothing out his moustache with his free hand to try to hide it.

Croz sputtered a scoff. “What - Jem, I went back home before Christmas. You didn’t - you didn’t notice I was gone?”

“No,” Jem said, her eyebrows furrowed. “What? You went back to America?”

“Yes!”

Freddie turned her head into Rosie’s side to muffle her giggles.

“Whoops,” Jem offered.

“That is unbelievable,” Croz said, shaking his head. To Rosie, he said, “She didn’t even notice I was gone!”

Rosie just shrugged at him, still concealing his grin behind his hand.

Rosie carried Freddie’s bag for her as they all trekked across base to Freddie’s hut, and Jem and Millie helped her to replace her things in her footlocker. Rosie and Croz accompanied her back to the air exec office, where she was directly encouraged into a meeting with Colonel Bennett about everything which had happened in Operation Corona while she’d been gone. She filled out all of the necessary paperwork which accompanied extended, emergency leave and then was on her way to her office.

Rosie had tidied it for her, she could tell. She’d expected dust, the files she’d left out before going to wait for Rosie outside interrogation the day he’d gone down still scattered across her desk, an overflowing bin and cupboard doors hanging open. Instead, it was pristine. Meatball took up his place on the leather couch in the corner directly, as though nothing had ever happened, as though no time had passed.

March turned to April and Freddie grew out of her adopted habit of sticking to Rosie like glue. He was only down the hall from her now during the day, condemned to push paper for all eternity, and she no longer had to worry about the past repeating itself.

Like a normal couple, they adopted a routine of sharing a kiss before heading to their separate offices and another at the end of each working day. They ate breakfast and lunch with their friends but dinner together, spent their evenings in the officers’ club dancing and whispering and taking any and every opportunity to hold their hands up side by side to admire their wedding rings.

Most evenings, Rosie even stopped by Freddie’s hut to pick her up and walk her over to the club, like they were going on a real date.

“Wing Officer Rosenthal? Ma’am, your husband’s here to see you,” Jana, one of the Operation Corona wireless operators who shared Freddie’s hut, called.

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed as she finished applying her mascara in the bathroom of her hut. “He is?” she called back. “He’s early.”

“He says he wants to talk to you about something,” Jana replied.

Freddie’s heart gave a start, skipping over its next beat. “Okay,” she called back unsteadily, screwing the lid back on her mascara and returning it to her makeup bag. To Anneliese beside her, she warned, “Don’t take my lipstick again.”

“I won’t,” Anneliese replied with an innocent smile.

Freddie pointed a finger at her. “I’ll take away your weekend pass.”

Anneliese dropped the act and huffed. “Fine. I won’t use it.”

“Good.” With that, Freddie stepped past her and made her way to the door of the hut, making a short detour to pick up her shoes as she went.

She was expecting bad news and Rosie could tell. She’d braced herself, with hunched shoulders and a steely expression. “You’re re-upping?” she asked the moment she stepped outside.

Rosie smiled sadly and held out his hand to help her balance as she stepped into her shoes. “I wanted to run something by you.”

“You’re re-upping,” Freddie said again, not a question this time.

Rosie sighed. “There’s a big food shortage in The Netherlands. People are starving to death. So the Allies have started up an aid initiative to drop tons of food west and southwest of the Zuiderzee. They’re trying to organise a flak truce with the Germans, so no flak or AA guns.”

Freddie’s heart lifted. “Have they agreed? The Germans?”

Rosie’s expression turned sheepish. “Well, not yet. But everyone’s hopeful.”

Freddie sighed. She let her head tip forward until her forehead was resting on his chest. “It was flak which took you down the last time,” she reminded him softly.

Rosie’s hands came up to rest on the centre of her back. “I don’t think they’ll fire on us. Not when they know we’re dropping food instead of bombs.”

“I don’t trust the Germans,” Freddie argued. “You can’t expect the likes of them to suddenly start engaging in gentlemanly warfare when the entire war they’ve been nothing short of bastards.”

Rosie let out a long, slow breath. “Just think about it,” he said at length. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

Freddie shut her eyes and let herself revel in the quiet; the sound of crickets somewhere in the grass and the breeze ruffling the leaves on the trees, the muffled voices coming from inside her hut and Rosie’s gentle breathing.

Finally, Freddie lifted her head and offered Rosie a small, unsteady smile. “I’ll think about it,” she conceded. “Thank you for asking me first.”

Rosie smiled back at her before pressing his lips to her forehead. When he spoke, he spoke into her skin. “Of course. We’re a team.”

“A team,” Freddie echoed thoughtfully. “The Rosenthals.”

“Yeah,” Rosie agreed, grinning. He leaned back so he could look into her face. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to get to call you my wife, Mrs Rosenthal.”

Freddie laughed. “And I’m the luckiest woman in the world to get to call you my husband, Mr Rosenthal. I’d marry you every day of the week if I could.”

“I’d marry you twice a day.”

“I’d spend my life marrying you.”

Rosie grinned, ducking his head and speaking conspiratorially, as though hatching a master plan, “Let’s get married again right now.”

Freddie laughed, reaching up to kiss his lips. “I love you so bad,” she told him seriously. He echoed the sentiment back and her smile remained, but after a moment it faded just slightly. “I don’t want to hold you back, you know that, don’t you? I want you to do everything you want to do. It’s just -” She faltered. “The thought of losing you again, it -”

“I know,” Rosie assured her, scooping her back up into his arms. “I understand, honey. You got time to think about it.”

“Okay,” Freddie agreed. 

Rosie waited outside while Freddie headed back into her hut to put on her lipstick and put Meatball’s collar and lead on him. When next she stepped outside, Meatball beside her, Rosie scruffed Meatball’s head affectionately and took the water bowl from Freddie’s other hand. Her left hand now free, he took hold of it, kissing the two rings on her ring finger before leading her and Meatball to the club.

Freddie thought a lot about the prospect of Rosie re-upping over the next few days. Even with the potential flak truce the idea covered her in sweat, made her hands shake and her heart thump audibly in her ears. But she knew how much Rosie wanted to start flying these humanitarian missions and she never wanted to be the person holding him back. 

She lay awake tossing and turning many nights in a row before her decision came to her suddenly, with no small amount of anxiety bubbling in her stomach. And yet she was sure it was the right one.

Freddie had her arms hugged tightly around herself, her uniform jacket doing little to keep out the cold when she had only her flimsy, lacy nightdress underneath and no socks on her feet inside her shoes. She had knocked twice already on the door to Rosie’s hut and if someone didn’t answer her this time she was resolved to just barge in.

“Rosie!” she called as she knocked one final time, louder than she might have liked. But she heard rustling behind the door, and a muffled curse as Rosie almost certainly stubbed his toe on his bed frame or footlocker. 

Freddie grinned to herself, turning back momentarily to scan the rows and rows of huts around her in the early morning light. There was a faint mist on the ground making everything look eerie, and the chill on the air certainly made it feel that way. If someone came out here, Freddie thought, it would be so easy for them to sneak up on her. And they would be well within their rights to, as well, since she would have been the one to wake them up.

“Fred?” Rosie asked groggily as he appeared in his boxers and undershirt from around the side of the door. He was squinting into the light of early morning, shivering slightly at the cold, with one hand raised to his brow to help shield his eyes from the sudden brightness and the other clasped around the door. He opened it wider when he saw her but changed his mind when he was hit with a fresh burst of cold.

“Rosie, my love,” Freddie greeted softly. “Sorry to wake you, Bärchen, but I’ve decided I will allow you to fly those humanitarian aid missions under one condition.”

Rosie perked up, standing up straighter behind the door, the hand on his brow falling to his side. “Really?” he asked, then shook his head, as though afraid to push his luck. “What’s the condition?”

“I want to come with you on the first one.”

Rosie guffawed. “What?! Fred, no!”

Freddie raised her eyebrows at him. “No?” It wasn’t a word he told her often.

Rosie opened his mouth to speak, undoubtedly to reassert his disapproval, then promptly understood her line of thought and clamped it shut once more.

“If you don’t want me to come that must be because you think it’s unsafe,” Freddie deduced. “And if it’s unsafe then you shouldn’t be going.”

“It ain’t unsafe,” Rosie dismissed immediately. “Some of the guys’ve already gone out and they didn’t have any problems, flak truce or not.”

Freddie hummed her acceptance of this. “Then you should have no problems bringing me along with you,” she chirped. “I promise to sit very quietly in the back and keep out of everyone’s way. I only want to look out the window. I’ve never flown in a plane before, remember?”

Rosie looked conflicted. It filled Freddie with a sense of triumph. If he wanted to re-up, and she knew for a fact he did, then he would be taking her with him, and she would get to see for herself what she was sending him into. And she’d be getting to fly in a plane at the same time - fly in a plane her husband was piloting, no less. A win-win scenario for everyone, she thought.

“Ugh, fine,” Rosie eventually relented, as Freddie had known he would. “Fine, yeah, you can come.”

“You don’t have to sound so excited about it,” Freddie teased even as she was grinning.

“I ain’t happy about it, Fred,” Rosie informed her with a grimace.

“Then don’t re-up,” Freddie replied easily. “Simple.”

Operations were so pleased with the news that Rosie was willing to fly one of their so-called ‘mercy missions’ that they organised for him to go out later that same day. So Freddie dropped Meatball off to stay with Millie and Jem and then followed Rosie to the equipment room, where he got her dressed into a flight suit and decked her out in everything she’d need to stay warm while they were up there and stay safe in case anything went wrong.

“How do I look?” Freddie asked Rosie as he finished zipping up her borrowed sheepskin jacket. She knew she must have looked utterly ridiculous - even the smallest clothes they’d been able to find were hanging off of her, in spite of her height - but Rosie couldn’t hide his wide smile.

“Like a princess,” he told her, catching her around the waist and pecking her on the lips.

Rosie got Freddie situated in the plane. He put her in a corner and told her in no uncertain terms not to move, made sure she was secure but still had a view out the window, then put on her headset for her so she could listen to him talk over the radio. He departed only after checking one final time that she was absolutely sure she wanted to come and, assured she was, left her with a lingering kiss on her forehead.

Freddie exchanged a giddy smile with one of the bombardiers who would be dropping the food over The Netherlands when they arrived; she didn’t know him by name, since he’d been borrowed from another crew after Rosie’s old bombardier hadn’t made it out alive from the mission over Berlin, but he seemed just as excited as she was to be in a plane piloted by the legendary Major Rosenthal.

It was so strange to be on this side of takeoff. Back when she’d been a normal wireless operator, Freddie had talked the pilots through so many of these and they’d always felt like they lasted a while, but they’d never lasted as long as the one she spent inside the plane. When it had rumbled to life beneath her, the engine roaring in her ears, her heart had dropped in nervousness just as much as it had leaped in excitement. That was five minutes ago now.

But, eventually, Rosie confirmed to the tower over the radio that he was turning onto the runway and preparing for wheels up. Before Freddie knew it, the plane was accelerating forward, the walls shaking violently, and then lurching up into the sky, all wheels off the ground. They were flying.

Freddie had never felt anything like it.

Her eyes were stuck staring out the window the entire time, mesmerised. The world looked so different from up so high. Seemingly endless fields from the ground became squares of old patchwork quilts, trees became little more than marks of punctuation in a book. Houses became toy-sized and then disappeared altogether. The clouds, she found, really were just gas, not the fluffy, bouncy marshmallows she’d imagined as a child.

The English Channel was endless, boundless, a magnificent stretch of blue beneath her. Freddie could hear Rosie’s smile when he asked her over the radio, “What do you think of the view, Fred?”

Freddie could barely muster a reply, too awestruck by all that flying was. Two pilot boyfriends and neither of them had told her it was like this.

The crew launched into action as they neared their drop zone. No one said anything but Freddie felt the change in the air as they flew over anti-aircraft guns. She pretended she hadn’t seen them to placate everyone else, but nevertheless they didn’t fire; formal truce or otherwise, the Germans were letting them have this.

To drop food instead of bombs - it was a magical concept. Freddie watched with a wide smile as Dutch civilians ran out to retrieve the packages they dropped, waving at the plane overhead all the while. And then, before she knew it, they were heading back to England.

Freddie didn’t want it to end.

When Rosie landed them safely back at Thorpe Abbotts, Freddie’s hands were shaking. She was filled with adrenaline, her smile immovable even as it ached in her cheeks, and when she found Rosie waiting for her beneath the hatch to help her down she all but launched herself into his arms and squealed with delight.

“As if you can do that!” she exclaimed as he spun her around in a circle before setting her gently down. “As if you can just - just - make us fly!”

“Did you like it?” Rosie asked, grinning as he pulled away just enough to look at her face.

Freddie could feel how crazed her smile must have looked. “I want to do it again! Will you take me again?”

Rosie said he’d see about it and, for now, Freddie was content to leave it at that. So she gave him a kiss goodbye as he and the crew headed off for a quick, perfunctory interrogation. In turn, she returned to the changing room to get out of her borrowed flight suit and return it to its rightful owner.

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Request Page

I’m pretty open when it comes to writing. Keep in mind I only write character x reader. I don't want my work put anywhere by anyone else whether I'm given credit or not. That being said, I do also post on Quotev, Wattpad and AO3 all with the same name that I have here on Tumblr. 

What I will not write:    

Non consensual    

Incest     

And anything else along those lines.    

No character x character (it would only be them working together not going after each other.)  

No OCs x character

What I will write: 

Gore/dark stories (they are yanderes after all.)    

Platonic & romantic relationships. 

 AUs are welcomed and above all please be specific in what category you want it to be in (stories, team ups, headcanons etc.)    

SFW & NSFW

Reader x character 

If you don’t say or if it is unclear what category you want it to be in (stories, team ups, headcanons etc.) it will then turn into the writer's choice.

What I write: 

Stories/ Drabble 

Yandere ABC 

Yandere Profiles   

Mini Profiles

Team-ups 

Reactions 

Random Yandere Headcanons 

Darling/Yandere Says Prompts

A few extra things:

With team ups I will do them with opposite genders.

Although i can't have a limit on characters there's a chance that if there are many characters i will cut it in half. For example, for the  Danganronpa case if the whole case is requested I will split it by writing the boys and girls separately.

I can do mixed posts with characters from different series in the same post.

All series that are below are put in ABC order and in categories in how i am following them plus just of what they are to make it easier to find series. (there is a chance of a series being in more than one category.)

I’m open to trying to write any of the characters in those series.    

This page will update when there are new series or as needed.  

Another thing I should mention is that I don't have a limit on how many characters. I know some have a limit of like 3 to 5 but I'll write whoever is written in the request as best as I can. (This also includes team ups and stories.)  

Series I'm most familiar with (I'm always adding new ones and always open to new ones. I do try to keep everything in ABC order.): 

New series will be in bold for the month.

Anime: 

Akudama Drive

A3

Akame ga kill

Assassination Classroom

Ahiru No Sora

Angels of Death

Attack on Titan

Bungou Stray Dogs

Black Lagoon

Demon Slayer

Death Parade 

Free!

Hetalia

Hellsing 

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Part 1

Kakegurui

Kuroko's basketball

K Project

Pokemon Sun & Moon

Pokemon XY

Run with the wind

Sk8 the infinity

Slam Dunk

The God of High School 

YuYu Hakusho

Manga: 

Alice in the country of hearts

Black Butler

Black Clover

Blue Exorcist

Can't Stop Cursing You

Cells At Work 

Dr. stone

Fire Force

Fruits Basket

Gangsta

Gangsta: Cursed

Golden Kamuy

Haikyuu

Heaven’s design team

My Hero Academia

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Moriarty the Patriot

Ouran highschool host club

One punch man

Record of Ragnarok 

Servamp

Spy X Family

Sakamoto Days 

The Promised Neverland

The Way Of The House Husband 

Tokyo Revengers   

Animated Series: 

6Teen

Avatar the last airbender

Adventure Time

Danny Phantom

Ever After High

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

Futurama 

Gravity Falls 

Hero:108

Invader Zim

Kim Possible

MotorCity

RWBY

Regular Show 

Sym Bionic Titan

Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated 

SpongeBob SquarePants 

Superjail! 

Star vs. the Forces of Evil 

Total Drama

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Wander Over Yonder

We Bare Bears

Series:

Ash vs Evil Dead    

The Imperfects   

Wizards of Waverly Place

Animated Movies:

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Big Hero 6

Brave (2012)  

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs  

Corpse Bride

Encanto  

Firebreather

Hercules (Disney)  

Home (2015)

How to Train Your Dragon (1, 2 & 3)

Megamind

Monster High (+Show)

Osmosis Jones

Onward

Rise Of The Guardians 

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

The Princess and the Frog  

The Book of Life

Turning Red

Thumbelina

The LEGO Ninjago Movie

The Great Mouse Detective

The LEGO Batman Movie

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Wreck-It Ralph (1 & 2)

Movies:

Avatar (1 & 2)  

Alien

Beetlejuice  (1 &2)

Black Christmas

Candyman

Cabin In The Woods

Friday the 13th

Hocus Pocus (1 & 2)

Halloween

Hatchet

IT (Original & Remake)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

My Bloody Valentine

Predator

Psycho

Renfield

Sweeney Todd: the demon barber of fleet street

Spawn  

Scream

The Nutcracker And The Four Realms

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

The Boy

The Collector

The Black Phone

Marvel (what I am familiar with): 

Avengers Assemble 

Black Panther (1)

Captain America (1)

Iron Man (1)

Marvel Zombies 

Thor (1)

Ultimate Spider-Man 

What If...?

DC (what I am familiar with): 

Birds of Prey (2020)

Justice League/Unlimited (2003/2004) 

Suicide Squad (movies 2016 & 2021)

Teen Titans (2003) 

Zack Snyder’s Justice League

Games:  

At the dead of night

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Danganronpa 1 

Danganronpa 2 

Danganronpa 3 

 Dachabo

Dead Island 2

Dream Daddy

Dead by Daylight

Error143 

Frost Bite

Hiveswap Friendsim 

Hello Puppets!

Killer Frequency

KinitoPET

John Doe game 

Mad Father

Pokémon Legends: Arceus  

Poppy Playtime

Resident Evil Village 

Resident Evil 3 (REMAKE)

Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Sally Face

The Groom of Gallagher Mansion

Web Comics/Web series: 

Creepypasta

Homestuck  

The Mandela Catalogue 

Welcome Home

This page will update when there are new series or as needed. 

  If you have any questions, please let me know.  

Updated: November 5, 2024

[dhbelzinone]

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 (ᴬⁿᵈ ᴬˡˡ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴶᵃᶻᶻ)

𝓞𝓞𝓒 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽

Hi hello I’ve never done anything like this before but it looks like there’s a blog specifically for ooc intros so here’s my best. ♡

Hi my name is Sal, I go by they/them/theirs, and I’m a med school reject turned gender studies honors student. I’m currently working on a thesis about sex worker rights so I’m balls deep I can be in the industry without the good money and devoting the rest of my undergrad career to fighting for their right to make theirs. I’m also an artist and run an indie if y'all wanna see more of my muse’s roots. Bel’s been my emotional support muse for a good while and has gone through more character development than I have my entire lifetime, so although she may seem like a big softie compared to the rest of the muse crowd here, here’s hoping she can hold her own!

Bel Zinone Abridged: Devil’s Highway Vers.

Her mama is an undocumented immigrant who fought tooth and nail for her piece of the American dream. Much of this was due to the help of a vigilante organization that helped her flee from Europe, but her reputation was volatile enough to charm them into seeking out her membership.

Thanks to their international influence, she was able to keep running with the Wallflowers across the continental U. S. She soon settled down with her husband, a high profile (albeit black market) doctor, and raised her two children beneath the protection of the empire they built all the way from the city underbelly up to the high class elite.

Bel and her older brother Beau were relatively spoiled children until he left for the army and the family secrets started to leak. Adolescence was already hard on her, with her elusive sexuality and growing dysphoria yanking her identity chains, but as soon as she discovered her parents’ reign over the criminal underground, Bel doubted the authenticity of her upbringing and fled to the southern inlands with the resolve to make it on her own.

Little did she know that she’d find herself right smack in the middle of a gang war of the very nature she tried to escape. However, this time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to be at their mercy.

They were going to be at hers, for she offered one of the few medical resources in the entire desert that didn’t come with the liability of a paper trail.

In the meantime, she floats between bunny ranches, strip clubs, and the odd burlesque show. When she’s not working, she can be found frequenting bars, on Instagram, streaming her cam, tinkering with her Widowmaker, or looking for a good meatball sub.

Whereas she would’ve used her earnings to run as far away as possible from her past, Bel ironically finds solace in the lucrative lifestyle, calling a cozy studio apartment home and splurging on the occasional odds and ends that make the closeted queer life she embodies just a bit more bearable.

Relationships for her? I’m not gonna lie: despite the past rancor she’s had for her parent’s occupations, she genuinely wants to help and support people, patching them up so they’re good to go back to whatever they were doing without judgement. Her view of the life’s changed and she’s come to understand the institutions (as well as will) that brings people to commit and run with crime. She’s yet to make peace with her family, but she’s come to terms with the blood she’s from and wants to make a difference in peoples’ lives. That being said: 

Give her your tired, your poor, your horny

A job @ Paradise, maybe? Maybe she could learn about the surrounding gang activity from other dancers / affiliates or Kimi when she applies?

Maybe she could’ve known Esmeray from medical school?

Seeing other muses in the medical field are inspiring some joint black market clinic potential~

Maybe she could’ve known Rodrigo from when he was doing his work, possibly from Backpage before it got shut down?

On this note, maybe Nikki too? (Hello~)

If there are any other queer muses around, maybe they can shine a community light on her? Potentially while she’s yanking a shank out of their shoulder?

If there are any single muses too, I’d love to develop a ride-or-die boo or friend for her.

Last but not least, if we still need prospects and other make characters I’d be game af to have Beau go AWOL and trade his fatigues for a potential patch (maybe through the Mexican border with Nikki, if she’s gonna hate Bel asdkjfnaks). ♡

𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION: Sal (24) they/them/theirs ; PST ACTIVITY: I'm in my last year of undergraduate study and will have class three days a week on average. I'll be online at least once a day and will be able to devote most of my week to nitty-gritty writing as well as plotting. PASSCODE: angel wings and/or crown MISCELLANEOUS: I've been running an indie oc rp blog for almost five years (same character @belzinone) and this will be my first group/skeleton/rl fc rp. I'm worried about being ignored/left behind/largely uninvolved in threads and plotting because that has largely been my experience in discord server rp groups, but y'all seem to have good administration going on so I'm not feeling so worried anymore. I look forward to the experience if you'll have me. :)

IN CHARACTER

NAME: Bel Zinone DATE OF BIRTH: (March/08/1991) (28) PLACE OF BIRTH: San Francisco, California GENDER/PRONOUNS: demifemme｜she/her/hers AFFILIATION: N/A RANKING: N/A OCCUPATION: freelance sex worker, hitwoman, & black market physician FACE CLAIM: Antonia Thomas

BIOGRAPHY

triggers: domestic violence, murder, abuse, misandry, severe burns, sex work Her mother was an undocumented immigrant, fleeing from her orphaned past and domestic abuse in the Italian slums. A headstrong, promiscuous, and violent woman, it wasn't long until she found sisterhood amongst a like-minded gang of vigilante women with international influence called the Wallflowers, well-versed in her infamy and coming to her aid while she was pregnant with her son and escaping prosecution for murdering her husband. Risa Zinone, codenamed La Eglantina, docked in New York city, giving birth to her son Beau Zinone and raising him with the rest of her sorella while continuing her bloodthirsty occupation of murdering abusive men and liberating survivors from their regimes of terror. However, one could only run with the Wallflowers for so long before beginning to challenge their belief system, however righteous it claimed to be. The murderer mother fell in love with the black market doctor who saved her life and once again fled across the country and retired so she could live a peaceful life with him, safe from the constraints and watchful eyes of the sisterhood, but not without heavy cost. She suffered major burns to her entire body by a fire and had to undergo near total facial reconstruction, a miracle performed by the love of her life. In exchange for her life, she'd no longer bear resemblance to her children. Thus Bel Zinone was born on the opposite side of the country as her brother, hilly San Franscisco. She was a wildly rambunctious child, calmed only by the sounds of her brother's guitar strings and a profound interest in her father's work. Little did she know, her living was earned via the illicit means of her parents and their continued association with the country's underbelly. Shambled by the loss of one of their most valuable members, the Wallflowers had undergone a civil war. A near complete overhaul of organizational structure and creed had taken place, leading to an abysmal divide between the matriarchal supremacy of days past and the new order. Enemies of the new regime all around the world were sought out, assassinated, and replaced with a stronger, more diverse membership. During that witch hunt, Risa was reinstated into the Wallflowers with her husband Dmitri and the power couple ruled the pacific branch. The Zinone's hid their criminal affiliations well. Dmitri, a renowned surgeon specializing in the central nervous system, Risa, an uptown socialite who moonlighted cabaret clubs as a jazz singer. Their children had a generous, almost spotless adolescence until Beau graduated high school and joined the military. He was an upstanding, self-righteous man, yet his fatigues all but killed the respect his little sister had for him. As the Zinone siblings grew up, their parents had to try all that much harder to hide their criminal affiliations, often leaving the two with ample bonding time and hiding various criminal survival skills (like how to fight and use firearms among other things) under the guise of "street smarts". Combined with her surfacing struggles with her sexuality and gender identity, Beau's abandonment was very hard on Bel. Her high school antics began to resemble those of her mother during her youth, starting fights, finishing others' fights, and getting dress coded nearly every day. If not for physical altercations, the young lady spent most of her time in the principal's office for getting into arguments with teachers and staff over technicalities in her STEM courses and exposing discrimination in curriculums and attitudes throughout. If not for her parents' powerful influence, she never would've dodged juvie, let alone made it to college. Fortunately, she found her calling and started settling down as soon as her father invited her to his workplace in the hospital. College was a breeze for her, even as a fierce insistence to be independent led to her paying her own tuition. She was no party animal or sorority sister, but the continuing troubles she had with her sexuality and gender identity pushed her towards casual sex work and the porn industry when work-study wasn't enough. Bel was steadily making her way through adult life, planning to devote the rest of it to medicine like her father. However, as she started having to use her special "survival skills" more and more, she slowly began to realize there was more to her parents than she thought. The Wallflowers were growing in influence, and La Eglantina's daughter was growing a bounty on her head as well. By the time she cornered her parents with the truth, she was already well into medical school and bore nods of her mother's pseudonym and her father's occupation on her back. The betrayal she felt when her brother left her resurfaced as she uncovered her parents lies, spurring her to cut her familial ties and live her own life exclusively by her own means. Bel rejected her father's footsteps in favor of sex work, something she pursued entirely of her own volition, and eventually found herself amongst the "bunny ranches" in Las Vegas, where her life in the crossfire between the Sinners and Jokers would begin. CHARACTER QUOTE: "Do no harm but take no shit." CHARACTER ANTHEM: Half God Half Devil｜In This Moment

EDIT: Risa Zinone fled from Europe as a result of Romani persecution.

P.S.: I reiterate that this is my first group/skeleton/rl fc rp. This is all pretty overwhelming so please have patience with me and for those of y’all who have a lot of experience with these things, please help me out <3