#pls forgive me for my extended holidays

[ratguy-nico]

2# Father of the Bob

And this is a perfect example of a great episode beyond a holiday special episode (I didn’t even realized that it was a christmas special until I read the series wiki)

The episode gets me since minute one. Since the very first scene I knew this episode would be it. And is just that this first scene is devastating, seeing how Big Bob demerit Bob’s efforts and ideas, he doesn’t even take a moment to think about how this hurts Bob, it’s not important, is not a moment that would mark Bob for life, is just another day. It makes me sick.

Then I saw the 15 minutes rule, and it reminded me so much of my own relationship with my grandma that Big Bob became immediately a villain in my head, some hurtful man who didn’t care about his son, but oh boy if I was wrong.

Big Bob is not a villain, is not a bad man, he’s just a very imperfect dad. Because yeah (for me) Big Bob is not a good dad, not a bad dad either, and I get this for others episodes as well.

Big Bob wasn’t a great dad, he loves Bob of course, but he also hurt him deeply over the years and since a young age, but how the serie deal with this is what amazed me. Big Bob in this moment of his life, where he thinks he already lost his son, is still trying to change, which is huge for me.

Big Bob, even if at first didn't wanted to admit it, understand why Junior go, why they couldn’t work together and finally recognize that he made things in the wrong way, and he is indeed trying to change and be more accesible and communicative, we see more of this in further episodes. But he doesn’t do this expecting for Bob to go back, he does it because is the right thing to do, is what needs to be done.

I’m not trying to say Bob wasn’t also in the wrong, cause he was, but he’s the one to extend the branch of olive and he does it in the best way possible.

Who knew this man could actually communicate his feelings in such an on point way. Damn.

And know that we are in this scene and I have to clarify this next part is my brain looking too deep into things. (pls bare with me)

For me this whole scene in Pete’s Gay Bar alludes not only to Bob’s burgers ideas or him running away from Big Bob's Dinner, but is also about his sexuality (and maybe even his autism).

Bob can not believe his father is just so comfortable in this kind of place, surrounding by people that are just like Bob, this parts that Bob always thought his father couldn’t accept, this parts of him he couldn’t even voice out loud himself. Cause in this scene is obvious they both know, but they just don't talk about it. Bob assumes Big Bob will never accept it and Big Bob try to not mention it cause he doesn’t get it, but he wants to get it, want to understand, but he doesn’t tell Junior any of this, maybe under the assumption that Junior doesn’t even care cause it just too late.

The line “You have weird and happy kids” broke me. Big Bob knows as well as Bob that the kids are different, neurodivergent, but don’t have the knowledge to refer properly about it. Big Bob accepting the fact that the kids are weird but still amazing and, most important, happy as they are, close the circle of him rejecting his son in the past for being weird and ungrateful (not happy) and for the cherish on the top he says “You are a good dad” cause yeah Bob is certainly doing it better than him at the past.

I really love this episode so much, maybe even more that the actual Top 1 but for now here it is. Is a complex episode, that I could see over and over and still think more about it.

EXTRAS

I love how passive-aggressive Linda is with Big Bob, she really wants for him and Bob to have a good relationship and she forced as she does with her own parents. But in this and other episodes is clear that she doesn't forgive Big Bob for all the things he put Bob trough.

The kids are the glue on the episode. With their innocence and naivety in the matter they get to bring the family together. They don’t get why their dad doesn't like Pop Pop but they don’t really care, they like their Grandpa and that’s what matters.

I kind of ship Big Bob and Pete, there it is I said it. Leave me alone. This destroy all my discourse but I just love the idea of Big Bob finding love again and in this man that obviously support him and like him the way he is, they get each other. Shut Up! leave alone.

Oh and "Baby You Can Chive My Car Burger" is so special to me, I'm just waiting for the right moment to cook it, is like one of my dreams in real life.

[crying-in-crimson]

Hello yes im still alive, once again on my bullshit and opening another starter call! Prolly gonna make it uncapped bc gosh golly i need to get my shaz together. pls come and destroy me

[necros-writing-stuff]

Could we get Wesker, no comfort just pain?? the most hardcore sexual content you could write for him pls🙇‍♀️ with an afab reader if possible.

I've been wanting to do some Wesker. Yeah, I sure can, nonnie.

Setting it around the time of the STARS office, pre-games.

NSFW below (noncon, abuse of trust, kidnapping, bdsm, Wesker has a breeding kink).

Captain Wesker had been good for the team. That's what you think, honestly. Even if he was a bit distant, not joining in meals or after-hours drinks. He was still dedicated and on top of his work like noone else. It was truly impressive.

That's why you've always looked up to him so much. His work ethic and ability to get shit done was admirable. So was his intelligence. He was a great mentor if you ever decided to go for the position of captain one day.

That's why being called into his office terrifies you. You've done nothing wrong, that you know of. But nothing good enough to deserve praise. It's been a slow month, with little leads for everyone. So what, exactly, did he want?

Closing the door behind you when you follow him in, you gulp and stand with your back straight. If you're being told off, you can handle it with dignity.

"Forgive me for such short notice," he begins as he sits, motioning for you to do the same in the chair opposite. Following his lead, you park your ass and draw your eyebrows together in curiosity.

"There's a convention on new investigative techniques this weekend the next city over. I've been invited, but I'm allowed a plus one. As one of the best on my team, I'd like to extend the invitation to you."

It takes a second for it all to sink in. The praise he just gave you, the chance to get to know your elusive boss more, a fucking holiday - however brief. Yeah, that's sounds like a good thing to do.

"Of course! I have no plans, and I've got some spare cash lying around. I'd love to go!" You cringe internally a little at how eager that sounded. Maybe you should tone it down before he mistakes your respect for him as some sort of puppy love. No, you merely see him as a great mentor, and nothing more.

"Excellent. I'll email you the details shortly, do let me know if your plans change before Friday." He quickly gets back to work, effectively dismissing you, but you're buzzing with excitement as you return to your desk. Your skills and hard work are being recognised. That's more than you can ask for.

-

Friday came without a hitch. No more plans came up that warranted cancelling your trip. No leads came in that made you tempted to stay behind and work on breaking a case. Just a regular, boring weekend. Or, it would be, if you weren't going away.

Yes, it's only to the next city over, but it's still nice to get out and experience new things. You've never been, so you can do some sight-seeing in your downtime. Go to a restaurant, see what stores they have. Maybe crack through your captain's hard shell.

It began with you getting a taxi over to Wesker's place. It was a nice, if modest, place when you pulled up. Guy obviously had some money. Grabbing your suitcase from the trunk, you pay the driver and make your way to the door. A couple of seconds after you knock, Wesker opens the door, stepping aside to let you in.

"You're early, he begins as he leads you into his living room. Fancy art you don't get is all over the place. There are book cases that show off well-worn spines indicating he does, in fact, read them. The furniture is thought out to match the colour scheme. It's rather pleasant, especially for a bachelor-pad.

"I hope being early isn't an issue?" You smile apologetically, but he just shakes his head and motions towards the living room.

"No, not at all. I'm almost done with my packing. Can I offer you anything to drink while you wait?"

For some reason, it's only now that you notice that his sunglasses are off. Blue. His eyes are blue. Huh. You'd have never known.

"If you don't mind, that would be lovely. What do you have?" You blink a few times, trying to disguise your blatant staring. He likely knows, anyways. Captain Wesker is observant like that.

And obviously, he has to smile at you in that way that just screams he knows what you were doing. "I have coffee and a few teas. Take your pick."

After Wesker lists off the tea he has, you choose what you'd like and find yourself looking around from your spot on the couch as he goes off to make it. A closed laptop is on the coffee table. A few case-files near it (which aren't meant to be brought home, but you're sure he kept them safe). He has coasters so that there's no coffee stains. No personal photos. None at all. Not even one of him graduating. How strange.

Before you can get up and look at the art on the walls more closely, Wesker comes back with two cups, handing yours to you before he sits in an armchair that has obviously been used heavily, judging by the butt-shaped dent in the cushion. His favourite spot, then.

"I thought we weren't meant to bring these home," you nod towards the files while blowing gently over the warm drink to cool it down.

"We're not, but I can't seem to stop working even when I'm meant to be sleeping. Besides, it's only a copy. The proper files are still at the office. I'd never risk losing anything." He takes a gulp of his tea, relaxing into his chair. It's the most at-ease you've ever seen him.

Now that you look closer, you can see the slight bags under his eyes. Maybe he wears the glasses to cover them? So people don't know he's exhausted?

"I'd be lying if I said I never brought something home," you give him a tight-lipped smile, hoping that he understands that you weren't judging him. Just trying to make conversation. Your drink is delicious when you actually have a sip. Sweet, like he put some flavouring in it.

"We never really switch off, do we? Even the time we get off revolves around work." There's no malice in his voice. No regret. Just him simply stating what it's like.

"I chose this job for a reason. I'll take all of the late nights if it means I get to help." And you mean that. It's not just something to butter him up and make him like you more.

He puts down his cup, already empty. He'd been swallowing it all rather quickly. "I know. That dedication is why you're one of my best. Now, enjoy yourself. Read any of the books you'd like while I finish up."

Once more you're left alone, Wesker disappearing up the stairs and leaving you feeling light from the praise. Another sip of your drink. Then you're surveying his bookshelves. A lot of classics, some academic books. Things people brag about having read, except Wesker hasn't bragged in front of you yet. No, he lets his intelligence speak for itself. An admirable quality.

You settle on a Shakespeare. Reading it in school had been the worst, but now that you're not being forced to write essays on it, maybe you'll feel better. Maybe you'll pick up on the supposed dick jokes he snuck in there.

Over the next half an hour, you find yourself settling quite nicely into Wesker's couch. Sinking into the soft cushions, you're unsure how much time passes between you finishing your drink and when your vision starts to blur.

You try to ignore it at first, shaking your head to clear it. Then stretching your muscles, before they start feeling heavy and sluggish themselves. Panic rises in your chest, the realisation that you might have been drugged kicking in. You can't call out, can only groan, your tongue feeling fat in your mouth. Did Wesker do this? Did your captain drug you? Why? Why would he do that?

You'd ended up horizontal at some point, face first on the floor. Had you tried to leave? You can't remember. Everything feels burry now, not just your vision. The last thing you make out before falling fully unconscious is the image of someone stepping close, uttering words that are impossible to decipher in the moment. Then, nothing. Just sweet, sweet nothing.

-

You don't see a thing when you wake up. Can't talk properly, either. There's something over your eyes, something stuffed in your mouth. A gag of some sort, one of those ball ones you think. And, of course, you're bound by your arms and legs.

Your muscles all feel frozen, your brain working with a million thoughts per second. Should you try to move? Should you scream? Are you being watched right now?

The choice is taken from you when a hand lands on your shin, causing you to jolt and whimper.

"Good evening. I thought you'd end up sleeping through the night at this rate." Wesker. And he sounds awfully pleased with himself.

That hand of his trails higher, his steps getting louder as he walks up the side of the bed till he's gently brushing over your naked hip. He took your clothes off. You're naked, bound and helpless, and you don't even know what you did to make him - or anyone - want to do this to you.

Tears begin to well in your eyes behind the blindfold as your body shakes in fear. Why? What had you done? Had you pissed him off? Had you neglected a detail and someone had gotten away? Is there any point trying to find a reason, or is he just a sick fuck that has been pretending to be one of the good guys?

All of your judgement comes into question now. Had there been warning signs? What had you missed? Why?

"Shhhh, shh, you're okay," he coos, his hand trailing over your pubic bone. Trying to close your legs doesn't work, since there's apparently a spreader bar down there. Then he's touching you, long fingers running up and down your folds as you sob and buck your hips to get away.

Using his free hand, Wesker pins your hips and continues his exploration, dipping a finger in to the first knuckle before pulling out to circle your clit again. "You need to calm down. I'm doing this to be kind. Keep struggling and I'll fuck you dry."

To be kind? He's trying to be kind whilst violating you? The kindest thing to do would be to let you go and turn himself in. Not that you can do anything more than think that in your current state.

One of his fingers dives in, quickly being joined by another, and you squeal out at the unexpected intrusion. "So warm. And tight, too. I should have expected my favourite to be so nicely formed. I have excellent taste.

His praise makes your stomach clench the opposite way it had this morning. You don't want to be his favourite, not anymore. You want to run far, far away from the blond asshole and to forget that you ever looked up to him in the first place.

Wishing for disassociation, all you get is your muscles tensing when his curious digits find that one nice spot inside. And the bastard focuses on it, rubbing back and forth till you're bucking for a different reason.

"So needy. It's fine, I'll give you what you want. You've been good."

You want to spit at him. To kick, claw and bite at how entitled he thinks he is to your body. At how stupidly easy it has been for him to get you close to your peak with his hand alone. The blindfold has gotten wet, your moans a cross between the pleasure and pained sobbing.

As you clench down on his fingers, Wesker fucks you faster with them, and a muffled keen leaves your lips as you climax, his ministrations filling whatever room he has you in with lewd squelching that makes you feel flushed. You're wet. You're wet and cumming for your rapist. It's enough to make you want to curl up into a ball and die.

"Good, good. See, not that hard? Now, I'm going to undo your legs and take the blindfold off. Keep being good." Weskers voice travels with him as he moves around the bed to undo your bindings. You could kick him as soon as he gets you out. You could, but you won't. You need to bide your time, get him to at least un-gag you so you can scream for help and hope the neighbours hear.

Willing yourself to stay limp, you don't react when he crawls onto the bed, settling between your free legs. Nor do you do more than blink when the blindfold comes off, but you still avoid his gaze, looking at his naked chest instead. He's completely newd. And he's hard.

Swallowing, you finally look into his eyes with your best pleading stare. Those blue eyes. The ones staring back at you with a striking coldness.

"Sorrow looks good on you, my dear. Maybe I should make you cry more."

You shake your head, not wanting to be hurt, and Wesker chuckles. "Fine. Not today, then. Later, though. I'm curious as to what your ass will look like after I've caned it. We've got the whole weekend, before anyone even realises you're gone, don't we?"

There was no convention. There was no holiday. It was all a complete lie to get you here. He was going to drive, he'd said. You should come to his place early and he'll take you. He'd seemed so genuine when he'd said it.

Wesker moving tears you from your thoughts, especially when something presses against your cunt. He holds one of your thighs, propping it up to reveal your slick core more and make it easier to rape you. You can't help it. The panic takes over, and before you can logically decide what to do, you kick out towards his face.

As if he was waiting for it, Wesker shifts his head to the side enough that you miss him completely. Then he just tuts, and sinks into your weeping pussy to the hilt. "Brat. At least your cunt is as lovely as I'd hoped. Still, I can't let that slide."

There's no way you can apologise for your reaction, only enough time to squeeze your eyes closed as the back of his hand collides with your cheek with a resounding smack. It stings, your cheek and your core. One from the hit, the other from being stretched on a thick cock even after the preparation he gave you.

There's no time to adjust after that. Not as Wesker picks you up by the hips and angles himself in deep. His hair falls out of place as he starts thrusting, his eyes closing and head falling back in satisfaction. As if he's having the time of his life while you're eyes fill with tears again.

His prick feels as good as his fingers did, if not more so. It hits against your cervix with every hump, it drags over those sweet-spots that make you see stars. Nothing is left untouched with how Wesker batters your silky insides, lowly growling out with every other drag.

Still, your mind refuses to leave your body. You can't try to imagine it's someone else in his stead, you can't try to think about something comforting that will calm you down enough to think of a plan. There's no getting away from the here and now; no ignoring the return of that tightening knot in your stomach.

"I should get you pregnant," the blond mutters, "We'd make wonderful children together."

It's unlear whether he means it or not, or if he's just lost in his pleasure and saying whatever feels right. Judging by there being no condoms involved, and Wesker not asking whether or not you're on birth control, you're leaning towards the former. And that's something you'd like to avoid.

Whining to get his attention, you shake your head when he opens his eyes and he raises an eyebrow in response. "No? Why ever not. You should feel honoured to even be under me right now."

There it is. The sense if grandiose that you missed this entire time you've known him. You'd always thought that he was just a man who enjoyed the classics. Someone with refined, taste and reserved manners. It was understandable why he'd get annoyed with Chris. Now, it's obvious that that's only a carefully constructed image.

No, you don't feel honoured. You feel betrayed. And unfortunately, close to cumming on his cock.

If he knows, he doesn't care. Not as he pins your legs to your chest and starts hammering away at your clenching pussy like he's desperate to finish.

Without the gag, you'd have been screaming. It's all too much, too deep inside and faster than anyone else has gone with you. Tingles start to build under your skin, along with a flushing heat. It's the feeling of Wesker sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking the bud with his tongue that finishes you off, your legs going stiff as your abdominal muscles tense and release rapidly.

Before you can be fucked into oversensitivity, Wesker grunts, leaving your nipple to find your neck. He buries his face against it, groaning as he pumps a last few times, hard enough to have you near-screaming again as you kick at his back. You're trying to tell him to stop - to pull out. He doesn't listen.

He cums so much his hot seed oozes from your hole, even with his dick still plugging it up. And he doesn't move for a while after he's done, just stays on top of you, crushing you under his toned body and keeping his cock warm inside.

Eventually, the blond pulls back, sitting up and letting your aching legs flop.

"Now," he starts between haggard breaths, "If only you hadn't started kicking again. I would have taken your gag off. Instead," he pulls out of your, letting more of his seed spill from your body and onto the sheets. There's a dresser to the side, and he picks something up before turning back to you. "Instead, it's time for your punishment."

It's a candle and a lighter.

"I'll break you before tomorrow. You'll see."

[hela-avenger]

To the Stars Who Listen- Part 9b

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1618

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: I have been waiting so long for this part. Things will no longer be the same after this night. Thanks for the love everyone! (Also, if you’re able to, pls go vote today!)

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You’re relieved to find the halls towards the lab empty. Natasha had forced you into your costume before even considering letting you leave her room. You didn’t have the energy to argue with her and let her slip the dress on. You still had no idea what you were supposed to be and Natasha still refused to tell you. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter. 

It was Halloween and you had a mask to blend in with the other costumes that would surely be roaming around the party. 

“Tony, I hope you’re done,” you call out as you enter the lab. “I’ve given you more than 20 minutes…” 

You trail off as you notice the display that lays front in center. You tentatively make your way towards it and are in awe at the glimmer of the gold chains that would wrap around your fingers and wrist. 

“Beautiful, right?” Tony asks as he finally appears. He’s already dressed. No costume as always as he wore his usual tux. “Might be my best work.” 

“You definitely have a Midas touch,” you praise him. “Could definitely create another billionaire franchise if you make a couple more of these.” 

“Not going to happen but it’s nice to know that I have a fall back,” Tony grins as he picks up the modified gauntlets and turns them around for you to see. “Now this is my favorite part.”

The stones that the gauntlet stored are now placed in a unique set of molds. 

“The sun and the moon.” 

Tony’s smile grows. 

“Three things cannot be hidden,” he states as he pulls the ring-bracelet out to place it on you. “The sun, the moon, and the truth.” 

They mold perfectly into your hands allowing the stones to settle in the center of your palms. 

“Thought it would be fitting for you,” Tony adds. “Especially since you’re playing Lady Justice for the night.” 

You look down at the white and grey gown that resembles the graceful flow of Grecian togas.

“Is that who I am? Seriously?” you groan. “I thought I was some Game of Thrones character or something.” 

“Nope, you’re Lady Justice. Nat thought it would be funny with the whole truth telling thing you’ve got going,” Tony shrugs with a chuckle. “The silver mask is meant to emphasize the whole ‘justice is blind’ thing.” 

You let out another groan. 

“I never had the urge to strangle someone so much.” 

Tony continues to laugh as you set the mask aside. He uses this lull in the conversation to place the other modified gauntlet on your hand. 

“Refrain from turning my party into a bloodbath,” Tony responds. “Just try your new and improved gadgets and let's call it a day.” 

You heed his advice and turn away from him. With ease, you shoot two straight beams of energy into the wall scorching it once more. 

“That’s great,” Tony mutters at the holes that decorated his wall. “Let’s just add more repairs I’ll have to do.” 

Loki had to give it to his brother. He did indeed have a brain and he knew how to use it seeing as Thor was ready with a casket of Asgardian mead for both of them to enjoy at the party. Loki more than gladly accepted the offered glass and did not hesitate to drink it all down in one swallow before asking for a refill. 

“Brother, I’m glad you got into the holiday mood and dressed up,” Thor states as he slapped Loki on the back. 

Thor took in Loki’s appearance and smiled at the all black suit he was wearing. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Loki scowls.

“You’re dressed in a costume!” 

“Costume? I’m not-” Loki’s scowl deepens. “I’m not in costume, you idiot.” 

“Oh, really?” Thor asks, confused. “Then why are you dressed like a witch?” 

Loki refrains from responding as he inhales his second glass of mead. If he were to survive the rest of the night, Loki would need a couple of more drinks in him. 

“Isn’t this great?” Thor exclaims as he motions towards the party that was at full swing. “Almost rivals our own parties, doesn’t it?” 

Loki rolls his eyes and continues to drink. 

“There’s Wanda and Vision dressed as a… well, I don’t know, but they look quite nice! And there’s Steve too! I don’t understand his attire either. Oh and will you look at that…” 

Loki turns towards the direction that Thor is pointing to and everything seems to stop. 

You’re walking down the staircase adorned in a gown that closely resembled the ones found in Asgard. Your hair was in an intricate braid decorated with jeweled pins that caught the light making it seem as you were crowned with the night sky.

He’s not the only entranced by your presence. Loki can easily see the amount of attention you’re receiving at the simple moment. You don’t pay it any mind seeing as your focus remained on him.

You smile. 

It catches Loki off guard even more so as you ignore some of your new admirers in preference of his company. 

It skips his mind that he was avoiding you for a reason and when he realizes it, he’s too late. You have already made your way towards him. 

“Thor, Loki,” you greet with a nod before turning to him. “You both came and you dressed up...”  

“I’m a prince and Loki’s a witch!” Thor gleefully provides.

“I’m not a witch,” Loki snaps. 

“Then what are you?” you ask him. 

“I’m dressed as a Midgardian,” Loki answers curtly. 

“Right,” you whisper, noting his disinterest in the conversation. “Loki, can we…” 

“And what are you dressed as for this occasion?” Thor asks, unknowingly interrupting you. “I could mistake you as a high lady of the Asgardian court. Don’t you agree, Loki?” 

Loki chokes on his drink and desires so strongly that he had stabbed his brother like all of his instincts were telling him to. He didn’t wish to respond to his question knowing it would reveal too much of him. 

“Yes, she does.” 

Your eyes narrow at him. 

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m what?” 

“You lied,” you repeat, stepping closer to him. “Why?” 

Loki doesn’t know what drives him to respond or where the words even come from. 

“I think you precede some high lady,” he states. “You are regaled like a queen tonight.” 

“Oh.” 

You look away from him then and try to fight off the smile on your lips. 

“Well, this has been entertaining,” Thor chuckles before setting his glass aside. “My Lady, will you do me the honor of giving me your first dance?” 

You look at Thor’s extended hand and smile. 

“That’s really nice of you, Thor, but I can’t,” you answer as you turn to Loki. “I was hoping to give that spot up to your brother.” 

Loki ignores the grin on Thor’s face as he looks at you. There is no malice or mischief at the request. You were genuinely asking him for the first dance. 

“He accepts.” 

Loki has no choice as Thor shoves him forward to you. You are quick to grab his hand then and pull him towards the dance floor. It is music that he is not accustomed to but you manage to lead him through it. 

“I’m sorry to resort to low tactics to get you alone,” you tell him. “I just really need to talk to you.”

Loki attempts to pull away but your hold on him is surprisingly strong. 

“I had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable,” you continue. “I’m sorry I crossed a line. You didn’t deserve it. No one does and yet I did it, but please know I did it unknowingly. I had no intention of digging up secrets you were not prepared in sharing. It won’t happen again.” 

Loki detects no lies in your apology and yet he hesitates to trust you. 

“What you saw…” 

“I saw nothing,” you answer and though it is a lie, you hope he understands that your lips are sealed in the matter. 

It seems the message was received as Loki nods in response. 

“Very well,” he mutters.

It wasn’t the forgiveness you were hoping for but one you would accept anyway. 

“Oh, and while I’m apologizing for my drastic actions,” you add with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind this one.” 

You pull away from his hold to reveal your hands that are no longer sporting the gauntlets he had given you. Instead, gold chains wrapped around your fingers and wrist like an ornate bracelet. You slowly turn them over and Loki loses the little sanity he had for the night. 

“Loki?” 

He reels away from you unsure of how to make sense of what he’s seeing at the moment. Cradled on the palm of your hands rested sigils he never expected to see in his lifetime. 

“You’re carrying the sun and the moon.” 

“I guess... I am, yeah,” you laugh lightly as you look down at them. “They’re definitely an upgrade from the heavy gauntlets and they still work.” 

Your words aren’t being registered at the moment as Loki attempts to make sense of the sudden shift that only he is aware of. 

“I have to go,” he interrupts you. 

“Wait, what?” you ask him. “But the party…” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he retreats. 

A path opens for him easily at the dark look that encompasses his face. He didn’t get to enjoy the fear he inflicted on the general population like he usually does. Loki was just desperate to get out of there and by sheer luck, you don’t follow him.

In the end, Loki finds himself wishing that you had.

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[rcbirth]

[ CHELLA MAN, TRANS & GENDERQUEER, HE/HIM ] shh ! FISCHEL “FISH” ABRAMS, the ( TWENTY-TWO ) year old THIRD year SOCIOLOGY & PUBLIC POLICY major from CHICAGO, IL is known as an EMERALD around here. HE was invited to join because HIS TED TALK ON THE COMMUNITY ORGANIZATION & RESTAURANT HE COFOUNDED HIT OVER 500MILL VIEWS, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE SMELL OF DINNER COOKING FROM THE NEXT ROOM OVER, SWIMMING ON A SUMMER NIGHT, RUNNER’S HIGH AT THE END OF A RACE. // @opalsmedia

howdy pals! my name is del ( she/they ), and i am jazzed to be here! i’ve been peaking at this rp since it showed up in the tags, so to say i’m excited about bringin my kiddo fish in is an understatement. a lil about me before i get into some basics and links for more info about fish... i’m twenty-three from the cst timezone. i work full-time, but my hours are funky, so you may see me at random hours of the day. big music fan, lover of public health things, over-using kermit the frog memes, & thriller shows and books ( anyone else almost lose it during the season finale of the undoing ??? )! warning: i rant a lot.... and am.... so long winded.... pls forgive me.

now for the fun part.... bby fish! i’m just going to give you basics to reference here, because the link ‘extended info’ has much more extensive head canons, wanted plots, stats, and his full bio.

born into a really well off & successful family ( dad = doctor & professor at UC’s med school, mom = big wig in dem establishment & advisor to ... oop! state senator obama ), fish had just about everything that he could ever need growing up. fish was super eager to please his parents and really ??? everyone. 

his grandma was and still is his favorite person to have ever walked this earth. probably has a tattoo for that woman but like ... she’s a peach 1/2 so rightfully so. 

two things about his grandma.... first! her maiden name was fischel, and when fish was growing up, she’d always call him her little fish. it just stuck, and that was that! he would forever be known fischel for business™ and fish for the pals. second! she was his biggest advocate and always believed in him. ( food tw ): she helped encourage his love and interest in cooking, food, food soc, etc. they were big julia child fans. a lot of grandma/fish time was literally just them goofing around in the kitchen and trying to recreate things they saw her make. also.... chicago just has a phenomenal food scene in general, and those two really soaked it in, trying out the various signature dishes of the various neighborhoods, and learning about the history behind them. ( tw end )

he loves anthony bourdain & samin nosrat. big fan.

( divorce tw ) parents got divorced and didn’t really say much other than that he would stay with his father in chicago and visit his mom on alternating holidays and summers. there wasn’t like The Discussion ( tw end )

while he was doing a lil medical internship and staying out with his mom ( cancer, death of a loved one tw ) he got the news that his grandmother’s cancer had gotten to the point where she had been put on life support. his father made the decision that it was in her best interest and fish’s to end her support. fish found out after she had already passed. he tried to claim that it was in his best interest since fish had always been too emotional and the family’s so there wouldn’t be this massive fight.... ( tw end ) cue beginning of resentment of the fam & realization that he’s got no one in his corner except himself

our table <3333 ( food tw ) okay so taking inspiration from his time touring chicago neighborhoods with his grandma & idolizing bourdain and nosrat, fish created what began as an after school club with some of his pals. the idea was to learn about food accessibility, urban farming, food sociology, & cooking from peers, but fish had Big Big plans & wanted it to turn into a bit of a safe haven for kids & young adults on the southside. ( tw end ) utilizing both support from partnerships with other chicago based non profits, school, and locals in the food scene, he helped start the building process for an actual brick and mortar place for our table. 

this got some buzz, and when a journalist came to interview fish and the other co founders they even received national attention... leading to what would be a ted talk appearance in the future, but back to entering strathmore...

fish hopes to utilize both sociology and public policy degrees to help him become a policy advocate and researcher. he hates how slow moving and formal things always were with his mom’s work. his goal is to utilize research about community based efforts and organizations ( like our table ) and science, to create substantial and sustainable policy for politicians that aren’t scared of being seen as “””too radical””.

his invitation into the society came months later after his ted talk reached over 500 million views. although, he’ll tell you it's because word got around to the members who heard about how good of a chef he is .... he loves it. he literally longs ... yearns some might say .... for community and is very committed and protective over his circlet. 

grief, guilt tw: poppy’s disappearance has him borderline unhinged a bit. she was one of the people he considered himself closer too, and it’s just an unearthing of some of the feelings he had right after his grandmother’s death of anger, confusion, guilt etc. he won’t openly express that or talk about it, but it definetely manifests itself physically. tw end

inspiration-wise, he is a mix of laurel castillo from how to get away with murder, pope heyward from outer banks, grizz from the society, dani clayton from bly manor, emily prentiss from criminal minds, and a bit of payton hobart from the politican. 

music inspiration: willow tree by tash sultana & jerome farah, ain’t it fun by paramore, barefoot in the park by james blake, bad bad news by leon bridges

his personality is that he’s a sociable guy for the most part, but he’s definetely an introvert really enjoying his time for himself. he’s very methodical despite how emotional he is and can be. very creative, protective, blunt .... this can run him into issues even if he just means it as a joke.... many times its not though, he’s pretty critical of others and esp himself, but also v loyal and thoughtful when it comes down to the pals.... will be dropping off some homemade soup and crackers if he knows you’re fighting a lil cold.

BIG THINGS: a lot of his character is based around the subtle, warm intimacy of small dinners with loved ones??? this is what he longs for more than anything and always has??? it’s not super overstated or in your face, but you know its there because you can feel it. in the past you saw him being more passive, kinda allowing himself to float in the background, but now he really is his own advocate and creates community wherever he can. he’s v intentional in his relationships and conversations, not wanting to have just surface level connections or chats. he is v much a Scorpio™.

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[dk-s]

yepp!! i'm indian :) and i can relate :/ i am very guilty of not having run/work out that much since track got cancelled 😔 but i'm trying to get back into it !!

yeahh i'm american (🤢) summer starts in june and ends in september! but for uni we get a longer break for summer & longer winter/spring breaks as well so i'm def looking forward to that haha.. uni apps are very stressful, but once i submitted the first few, momentum just.pushed me thru submitting the rest!! you can do it!! i'm rooting for you <33

ohh 🥺 that seems so fun!! ancient history is so fascinating to me, but i never got to study it much in school so i wanna see if i can try and take like a basic class in uni as a history credit!! +my parents want me to go into medicine too, but i think even if they didn't want me to, that's what i would choose anyway yk?? before pandemic, i was volunteering at the hospital near my house in the pediatric wing and 🥺 kids are so cute 🥺 it was so fun i miss it :(( but i'm sorry about your parents :(( you have time to figure out what you wanna do tho, so i'm sure you will figure it out and be ok!!

yeah!! when i first got my license i would just drive around randomly to get used to being by myself, and now i just have to keep practicing to get more comfortable !!

ohhh yeah i have heard that abt his writing before! and 💔 it makes me sad thinking about all of the characters that will die 💔 i'm looking forward to it though !!! hopefully school will stop being hard for a second for me to read it! i am in grade 12!!! everyone says grade 12 is supposed to easy but i'm suffering why 😔

ohhh relate,,, plenty of times we'll be driving home from parties and my parents are just spilling all of the drama between our extended family thinking my brother and i are asleep in the back

oh i definitely have a vitamin d deficiency even if i go outside in the summer, i always wear long sleeves/pants so now i take supplements.. :/

and omg ur australian??? that's so cool!! idk why i didn't figure that when you said school was nearly over for you lol it took me a second. + for some reason, whenever i see that someone is australian, i always think of felix and chan from skz bc i love them 🥺

this ask is so so so long im so sorry pls forgive 🥺 but please have a wonderful rest of your day!! i love talking to you too 🥰 -age twin anon

omg that’s fine!! idm its long!! i love talking to u <3 and yess im so proud of u getting back into track woo!!! get fit!!! i might do some exercise indoors during the holidays 😳

and wow!! u get longer winter breaks?! lucky because ours are so short but our summer one is heaps longer! esp this year because the rest of the school ends near the end of december but as year elevens we end next week so i get an extra three weeks!! hopefully that’ll give the holidays for me to think about universities n figure how i can make myself sound good on an application 🤠

fr tho! history is so so interesting n i have an option at the start of y12 to take a small university course for a few weeks n i chose this topic called legacies of an empire where we study the effect of imperialism n it focuses on india/pakistan so its like *clenches fist* white people!!

and yes!! children are so cute n i would wanna work w them like in my city we have a new state of the art children’s hospital and its so massive n clean and its so organised and i love the different departments n i’d love to work in genetics or endocrinology!!

and about driving! i’d love to just drive around n listen to music but i also know i dont trust myself that much because a song would come on n i’d prob drop the wheel to do the choreo!!

and yea i would warn against getting attached to a tolkien character but its so worth the read!! our teachers do warn us that y12 is hard!! n i’ve gotten my textbooks already so i plan to get a bit ahead in the holidays so im not utterly confused in physics next year 😶

and like!! when my parents are on the phone w relatives im listening so i can learn the tea 😌 same!! i dont really wear shorter things so im not getting that sweet sweet sunshine!! and yep!! im australian and ngl i feel more national pride in bangchan n felix than i do from any other australian mascot or politician on the world stage, because like our pm? nah. bangchan n felix? kings!! 

i hope u have an amazing day bb!!!

[erikalovesss]

Part Two!!!

L. None that I really speak to. It makes me sad but yeah... I have zero connection to any of them. And apparently my baby brother and sister look and act like just like me... and I think she’s even a virgo too...which just makes me so sad. one cause i’m not sure!!! i’m not sure. and two cause i could’ve had a connection i lack.. but my dad and his babies mother is just..... nvm let me just. just relax.

M. ummm yea? idk i feel like I would never forget but genuine regret and change would lead to some types of betrayal being forgiven. ik even as i say some i’m so forgiving and willing to take people back..

N. i love love love canid and larger feline breeds. specifically between arctic foxes, black panthers, and most types of wolves (but arctic anything is soooo cute to me cause they’re warm and cuddily in theory and this drarry story made me fall in love with those little smart beautiful tricksters)

O. Can I just have a cruise around the world? god that’d be amazing. But Bora Bora, London, Seattle, SanFran, Tahiti, Hawaii, Greece, Italy, Orlando (for an extended amount of time so i can go on rides and test myself and learn about the the production of the 3D rides and just not be afraid of heights anymore), Cancun, Morocco, Finland, Columbia (best place to get a tattoo!!!), Haiti (places away from my mother’s home so I can explore more), Spain... literally just take me everywhere pls take me everywhere ... i’m gonna make one of those pin board maps one day of all the places I’ve been and I’m determined to satisfy my dreams. Also study abroad cause yes.

P. This...idk. everything honestly. I’m willing to listen to everything that’s not screamo or techno crap. I love regular & soft pop (fav), and soft rap (fav), and regular rap, and hip hop, and reggae and all types of hispanic music, and kompa, and r&b (fav), and free style people like chance, childish gambino, and jaden smith. i love russ with a passion. gnash. halsey remind me of a different world. rihanna is a good. banks is so touching. ariana grande’s voice touches me. kanye can be an idiot but he use to be a legend. nicki and cardi are both fucking queens idc. hayley k and troye s are revolutionary. harry styles is a fucking icon. hunter hayes and john legend and sam smith and daya and billie ellish and khalid.

you wanna talk music? i can talk about music allllllll dayyyy. and never get bored. and tell you what every song i have loved has ever meant to me. or let you listen and guess for yourself. i can remember every mood and every thought and feeling every musical lyric i loved has ever given me... i love sharing it honestly. music is my life after reading.

Q. lotuses, lilies (lots of meaning to me), roses (specifically red yellow green and blue), sunflowers, and the Heather Flower (also known as the Erica Flower)

R. No.

And those crazy circumstances where a person is being abused and they fall in love with their savior... there’s actually a hero worship thing called the Rescue Romance or Nightingale Effect... where you fall in love w your rescuer or hero and you aren’t even sure it’s really love or gratitude. so um... i would wait. in any circumstance leave who you are with. cheating is not okay. at all.

S. writing stuff i never finish or post and crying. lmao i’m kidding. (i’m not kidding) reading and writing. and sometimes i draw and do studyblr type art work.. kinda self conscious about it tho.

T. my mom.... um... some of my family... and ....... this is hard... certain important people. i’m just gonna say that. that’s my whole answer. important people. i also love reading and music but they didn’t seem that significant.

U. Winter Time.. specifically December... Sure Seasonal Depression exists... but it’s actually one the most giving and loving and real miracle timing parts of the year... and my favorite thing to do is go to the mall and see the holiday decorations and wear red/burgundy and my christmas hat and tell people happy holidays and decorate my tree and eat candy canes and most importantly... buy presents. not for me. my favorite thing in winter time is buying other people presents. i’m so good at it and i love giving to others. it’s the best feelings. i can’t wait till i’m a mom sometimes. like i can wait. but i also can’t wait. or atleast until i have god daughters and sons or neices and nephews omg i can’t wait.

V. tons. i’m gonna hell people. i’m gonna be remembered. not for being popular... for changing... helping the world. that’s my dream. also getting a nobel prize but idk how i’d ever manage that. a girl can dream tho. i also wanna see the world. gotta know the world i’m helping you know?

W. oh. so many things. they keep growing.

X. turn ons

1. pet names like baby, kitten, princess, love, bubba, baby girl, just anything.. all of it.

2. consent. (i don’t think people realize how sexy consent is) (bro if you ask me “can i kiss you?” “is this okay?” “may i-?” ) so good. so so good. so HOT matter of fact. hot af. i like a good passionate i can’t help but kiss you type of kiss.. but if you aren’t explicitly sure that i want it? don’t touch me. also.. if you do that “i can’t help but kiss” kiss and then you pull back and ask “is this okay?” or “can i keep going” i will whimper or whine and beg you to keep kissing me if i want it. i promise you i will. CONSENT IS SEXY.

3. moaning. or just ... I get turned on knowing i’m turning you on. i’m a natural pleaser and teaser. If i can see i’m getting you hot and bothered? god... best shit ever.

honorable mention to:

•full body hugs

•praise (in any form. ik some people get off on being degraded. nah. praise me. tell me how good i’m being for you. that i’m your good girl. how pretty i look. how sweet i am. how sexy i look doing whatever tf. god praise kink. yes. ik. a virgo femme bottom has a praise kink. big shocker there, folks.)

•neck kisses (i’ve never experienced it but i’ve head enough accidental lip brushes that i know i KNOWW i would lose ability to stand)

• being touched at the same time someone is looking in my eyes. it makes me nervous but nothing makes me as turned on as much passion and intensity.

•whispering in my ear (i flinch but it’s not disgust i’m resisting the urge to shiver)

•if you smell good (fuck.. fUCK)

• & finally blatant displays of dominance (recently more in girls than guys becaus guys act entitled and make me lose interest but of done correct than it’s fine) i’m the biggest power bottom someone putting me in my place and just taking care of me is...good

Y. turn offs:

1. ignorance mixed w arrogance. if you just don’t know something it won’t be that bad. but if you don’t know shit and you’re still being a cocky fucker? lol yeah. no.

2. B.O. big thing. i can’t. breath and body. if they stink ... i’ll be turned off. ik certain circumstances don’t allow for certain things. but good hygiene? or atleast fucking smell good. bad breathe and BO is the worst type of deal breaker

3. ummm idk there’s probably another but i can’t think of it rn if it comes to me i’ll come back and edit

Z. And Finally, Uterika, why are you feeling so lonely?

• well uterika, i’ve been feeling kinda lonely can even in room full of people i have no one to connect to or to understand me with the level of strength and intensity i need. and i know new connections take time and effort... ik patience is a must but i’ve invested so much into previous people... given them so much... idk if i’m willing to let myself be bare like that again... to start over. i feel like i’m falling back into a cycle of falling back into people i connected w cause they make me feel safe. but at the same time also feeling brand new? idk .. it’s hard to feel like someone you don’t have history with will invest so much time to get to know you. so far people seem pretty disinterested. and mundane meaningless conversations bore and drain me. i need real deep shit. and i’m not rushing it cause i feel like i now when i touch or meet depth. passion and intensity is visible (well for me anyways) pretty quickly. i mean i have two new friends who i feel have a lot of depth... but i don’t know how sure i am they’ll want to get to know me the same way... new connections scare me. but so do old connections. .... it’s all very scary. putting myself on the line is terrifying... but being alone is even scarier. idk. i’m just lonely rn ig.

Brutally honest hour.

[isempiterna]

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GOTTA DO BOTH GIRLS CAUSE I LOVE OVERSHARING INFORMATION !!!!

the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!