#go to posts back in 2015 and dig that shit up

[kit-williams]

To the Anon looking at my posts from 2015...

Why?

I love it when people look at posts from 10 years ago and assume I'm still the same person This is sarcasm

Bitch why you digging up drama from a decade ago? Literally a decade ago! That's a whole child, marriage, pandemic, Bachelors, and Associates degrees ago?! Did it never occur to you to look at when that was posted and look at what I post now? Did it never occur to you that I am a very different person who has gone through character growth via living and growing and maybe a mental break down or two? Has it not occurred to you that I am also a human being who is allowed to have contradictory views, because I can be a multifaceted person who can have nuance on views.

I'm making this post to clown on the anon who has gone to when I was in my early 20s and tried to crucify me. Like for real why are you digging that shit up?

Consider this a strike of me thinking of turning Anon posts off

[astonmartinii]

little lion | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem young mum!reader

journalists go digging in max's past and think they've found f1's next big scandal - but they underestimate just how protective max is of his little lion

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

f1tea

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f1tea: this is y/n y/ln the supposed baby momma of max verstappen. not much is known about her, with her only going back to work recently as a therapist in monaco.

her and max had their baby, a girl, back when they were 17 in 2015. max has never been seen in public with the child and has never publicly claimed her either.

will we see her in the paddock now all the news is out?

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user7: holy shit this is insane

user8: this poor girl doesn't deserve this

user9: literally, either max is a present father and is just private or he doesn't have anything to do with them? but it coming out like this is probably stressful regardless

user10: also by my calculations, the baby will be nearly nine, so probably has a concept of fame and celebrity and if they haven't gone to a race it's probably for a reason

user11: i mean the way people are already talking about them proves them right already

user12: ted kravitz telling it like it is 🤲

user13: no he's not ??? he basically went on broadcast to call y/n a slut and try and say that he was 'always right about max because this proves he is reckless'

user14: once again, this child is eight and could understand some of this if they see it

user15: also the incidents ted is bringing up happened EIGHT YEARS AGO stop bringing a child into your weird agenda

user16: if he's not careful red bull will ban sky from their media run again

user17: i found her instagram and max, alex and daniel all follow her so it's defo legit

user18: i also found it but it's private :(

user19: i tried to follow but got blocked :/

user20: do you people have rocks for brains if it's private it means we're not meant to find it, if she's not spoken about it in eight years that means IT'S NOT OUR BUSINESS

user21: someone tell max to get a DNA test asap, gold diggers will do anything for money and fame

user22: what fame? she's got like 400 followers and has never spoken about max to any media outlet

user23: the way you people jump to gold digging allegations kill me

user24: also if max is the dead beat that sky are trying to make him out to be and y/n is a gold digger then why haven't we seen some child support claims and whatnot

user25: you have no shame posting this, if she didn't want to be found she doesn't want to be found

user26: f1 vultures at their best

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: i've seen a lot of journalists and 'professionals' trying to point score with the 'big revelation' of my daughter. sydney is the love of my life and for someone who grew up in the public eye i thought it would be best to keep my daughter away from the circus. not that i owe it to any of you people, but i see syd as much as i possibly can and i didn't want to post her or bring her to the paddock until she could make that choice for herself. y/n is a wonderful mother and is the exact support system i would want for my daughter.

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user27: MAX IS A GIRL DAD?

user28: congratulations media and internet you forced him to expose his kid

user29: the way they probably see this as a victory annoys me to my core

yourusername: you're an amazing father max, don't let them tell you anything else. sydney loves you and that's all that matters.

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n, i miss you both - see you this weekend!

yourusername: we look forward to it! x

user30: she didn't say that she loves him too so they're defo not together

user31: will you people ever learn to read the room?

user32: oh wow so max does see his daughter - watch sky still run with the deadbeat angle

user33: they were so shameless about his SLEEP SCHEDULE i cannot imagine the shit crofty is going to throw at him over this

danielricciardo: i'm sorry for how this has all come out max but i'm so glad i can publicly express my love for my god daughter!

maxverstappen1: this might mean that you can give her all of your gifts in person (if she wants to come) lord knows i can never fit them back in my suitcase

user34: you literally have a private jet?

maxverstappen1: you underestimate how seriously daniel takes being a god parent

danielricciardo: i think i'm singlehandedly keeping jellycat in business tbf

yourusername: and ikea, i have to buy a new shelving unit every couple of weeks daniel

danielricciardo: SYD IS MY BEST FRIEND LEAVE ME ALONE

user35: drop 💥 the 💥 daniel 💥 and 💥 sydney 💥 photos 💥 now 💥

user36: actually don't i don't think my baby fever can take it

alexalbon: you're an amazing father max and sydney is the coolest girl in the world!

maxverstappen1: thank you alex 😊

alexalbon: also if you ever convince y/n to come to races PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make her bake me some of her iconic brownies

yourusername: alex you know i can just bake you some and send them to you via max

alexalbon: please 😫😫😫

yourusername: no worries albono, you're a growing boy you need the nutrients

maxverstappen1: they're brownies

alexalbon: i need y/n's brownies to deal with YOU

maxverstappen1: ok maybe this is why i don't want to introduce you all :(

yourusername: don't worry maxie i'll make you some goodies to go

maxverstappen1: thank you :)

user37: she makes him to-go goodies 🥹

yourusername

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yourusername: i'm not very happy that i have to make this statement like this because people couldn't respect the boundaries max and i have set as parents but alas: max is the loveliest man in the world and the best father sydney could ask for. he has a very busy life but he still makes as much time as possible for syd and she loves him very much. max has been in the spotlight from a very young age and did not want that pressure and spectacle on his own daughter. we may have never been together, but max has never been the monster you're trying to make him out to be. please respect my daughter's privacy. thank you.

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user41: once again, this is a very cute family but god this is a horrible way to find out about them :(

user42: i hope they know so so many of us are supporting them

danielricciardo: syd has grown so much i actually feel kind of sick

yourusername: i was a mess on her first day of school :(

danielricciardo: oh i can imagine ... max never told us but i'm sure he was his usual stoic self

yourusername: he tried, but we did both cry over a carton of ice cream for the whole morning

maxverstappen1: IT WAS A VERY EMOTIONAL MORNING

yourusername: it really was 🥺

user43: i'm sorry but why do two europeans have a daughter called SYDNEY?

maxverstappen1: she's nearly eight... i made my f1 debut in australia eight years ago... i can't hold your hand any more than that

user44: LMAOOOOOOO

danielricciardo: i am HURT i thought she was named after her beloved god father?

yourusername: if that was the case do you not think we would've gone for the more obvious option of DANIELLE???

maxverstappen1: also you were just an acquaintance and childhood crush at that point daniel

yourusername: omg childhood crush on daniel SNAP

danielricciardo: i'm not that old???

maxverstappen1: we have such good taste

yourusername: we REALLY do

user44: so like they're defo flirting right?

user45: ugh you people have no class (i hope so)

landonorris: i'm so sorry for you guys BUT THANK GOD IT WAS SO HARD TO KEEP HER A SECRET

maxverstappen1: i mean y/n and i kept her a secret for like nearly eight years 🤨

yourusername: i also 100% caught your slip ups you're just lucky there was never any rumour at those times

landonorris: I AM A BLABBERMOUTH PLEASE BE PROUD OF ME

maxverstappen1: fine?

yourusername: i'd be more proud but everyone else also kept the secret sooooo ???

alexalbon

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alexalbon: with permission i am now allowed to post my bestest friend in the world!

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user46: god has heard my prayers and gave me my alex and sydney content

user47: i'd say what a random pairing but i think my brain just blocked out alex at red bull as a trauma response

alexalbon: lord knows i only got through being locked in the sim with y/n's brownies and hugs from syd

yourusername: syd asked for her favourite uncle to score more points so we can get ice cream again

alexalbon: i'll fix the damn williams myself

yourusername: hurry up she's getting impatient (i have no clue where she gets that from)

maxverstappen1: I AM NOT IMPATIENT I JUST LIKE THINGS BEING DONE IN A PROMPT MANNER

yourusername: is that what you tell the engineers?

maxverstappen1: ... something along those lines

yourusername: are you going to get more community service?

maxverstappen1: i don't think there were any cameras ???

user48: so max doesn't believe in not swearing around kids... how bad is it with sydney?

maxverstappen1: i am on my BEST behaviour for her

alexalbon: she's like a little sailor

maxverstappen1: in my defence she's much cuter when she swears than me

charles_leclerc: is this why she called me a wanker when i didn't bring leo to the house?

yourusername: i fear that has alex albon written all over it

alexalbon: whoops!

lilymunhe: we need another play date asap !! he goes so mushy i can get him to do all the cute dates i wanna do

yourusername: is that why i got given a badly painted mug?

alexalbon: hey! i worked very hard on that :(

maxverstappen1: i thought sydney painted it alex

alexalbon: can you guys stop ganging up on me :(((((

yourusername: no!

maxverstappen1: 😘

user49: feeling some ... tension here

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: guess who wanted to come see dad at work?

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user51: oh she really is max verstappen's daughter with that cold middle finger to ted kravitz

user52: are they going to make an eight year old do community service as well?

yourusername: great now she's attached to the engineers

maxverstappen1: oh noooooooooo how will we ever cope??? maybe we should all go to every race ???

yourusername: that would be very convenient, wouldn't it?

maxverstappen1: i can see you smiling while typing, i don't think you're as opposed as you say you are

yourusername: you got me! i like to see syd happy :(

maxverstappen1: and me...?

yourusername: and you, i guess 😚

user53: so like are we just going to ignore all of this ^^ and the second picture?

user54: it would be nice that through all the shit they've had thrown at them that they got together through it

danielricciardo: he's been waiting long enough

maxverstappen1: DANIEL???

danielricciardo: what ???

user55: daniel, thank you for your service

user56: i mean we've seen them at one race and it's crazy to think they're not together

alexalbon: why did i have to track my bestie down at the hotel? you verstappens too good for the williams garage?

yourusername: we were busy !!!

alexalbon: franco is distraught

francocolapinto: i am?

alexalbon: yes!!!!

francocolapinto: i am!

maxverstappen1: stop yapping for the love of god i was getting my shit together - something YOU told me to do

alexalbon: fine... i guess

user57: so like that's confirmation right?

yourusername

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yourusername: i'm still reporting all you journalists to the ethics boards but i guess something good did come out of all of this

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user58: FUCK SKY SPORTS BUT THANK THE LORD THIS IS SO CUTE

user59: a family that flips off ted kravitz together, stays together!

user60: y/n's dirty look at him will forever be legendary

maxverstappen1: i've always loved you, and i've loved playing the long game with you and prioritising syd !! here's to the rest of our lives xx

yourusername: i've always loved you too but as convoluted as it has been i think this has been the best way to be - all love to syd first

maxverstappen1: but now we can cut the shit and do all the cute things without it having to be a 'play date'

yourusername: i love you dummy, but your cats are mine now

maxverstappen1: they've always been yours, just like me

user61: okay fuck you guys this is too fucking cute

user62: no because i'm too chronically lonely to read this this morning

landonorris: FINALLY, I COULDN'T KEEP ANOTHER SECRET FOR MUCH LONGER

danielricciardo: booooooo, we've all kept this secret you're not special

landonorris: i thought i was the only one who max told about his feelings? like literally on the podium when he saw y/n and syd watching?

oscarpiastri: i think you just can't read people lando, even i knew max liked y/n and i've only seen them interact THIS WEEKEND

alexalbon: we've all known forever lando, you're not getting sympathy for keeping the secret for 12 hours

user63: the grid being so protective of the lil family is so cute

user64: i read that george got the GDPA to sign a petition that the media couldn't ask about syd before max was ready to start the conversation himself

user65: also by the sounds of it, they've been rooting for this relationship just as long as max and y/n

maxverstappen1: i'm so lucky to have two amazing girls in my life, i'll love you forever and as long as you'll have me

yourusername: now i have you, i'm never letting you go

maxverstappen1: right back at you

yourusername: you're the bestest father ever and the love of my life, never let anyone tell you anything else my gentle boy

maxverstappen1: i love you both more than anything ever, you're my guardian angel and syd is my favourite little lion

fin.

note: HAPPY MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN BIRTHDAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE !!!

[sysmedsaresexist]

To the anon asking about my username...

There's a bit of confusion here, I'm going to answer many of your questions but I may not post the ask itself, hopefully it'll make sense :)

When I started my blog I was heavily anti endo and I specifically posted bad pro/endo takes, debunking or just laughing. To this day, most of it is still pretty hilarious. I wasn't focused on cringe, but totally crazy, out there claims that made zero sense and were flat out wrong. Check out my tags #shit endos say, #shit singlets say, and my newest tag, #shit anti endos say, I hope you have a laugh at a couple of them.

In my pinned post, you'll see the thing that started it all. A pro endo saying that sysmeds are sexist.

I would also like to know how they came to that conclusion. I'm right there with you. Also like you, I still have many issues with the pro/endo community. I believe CDDs are trauma based disorders. I post research pretty much weekly about it (check out #debunk and #research). I think endogenic plurality and CDDs are completely different things.

And you know what, my pro endo friends support me. We're all learning. I'm kind with my opinion, I'm open to talking about it, we debate, we share resources, we change our views and adjust based on new info.

This blog corrects misinformation from both sides, now. Some of it is worse than others. Antis can and do spread just as much misinformation as pro/endos.

What I would encourage you to do is start with the multiple selves theory. It actually developed right alongside Freud's theories on hysteria (which included early versions of CDDs at the time), and if Freud hadn't been such a perv, it might actually be much more well-known. It's a nonpathological theory on consciousness and philosophy. People have been describing this phenomenon for a very long time, "endogenic" is just the newest term for it. Here's a couple examples.

2015 - at any given moment in time, one or another of our subselves is in control and determines how we think and act.

1987

2012 - this one has so many links to other people talking about this theory

2023 - These results suggest that the normative principles by which agents have adapted to complex changing environments may also explain why humans have long been described as consisting of “multiple selves.”

2020

2010

Like I said, though, you can find this stuff as far back as the 50s with ease, anything older might take a bit more digging, but it's not a small or new theory.

I think an overlap in language has created a lot of confusion, but it's really not out of the realm of possibility for people to be more in tune with these parts of themselves. It's been documented for over a century outside of psychology, in other areas of research-- anthropology, philosophy.

I'm going to be honest, I don't think a single one of the headmate sale blogs are real. I think they're antis trying to start shit. Like maybe one out of every ten is actually someone misguided behind the screen.

Even CDD systems still incorrectly believe in core theory, endogenics picked it up from us and don't know any better. System resets aren't real, but there are real experiences that can FEEL like a reset-- try being patient and educating people. Ignore the others, because some people just can't be helped, and you're better off spending your time spreading good, accurate posts than arguing with people who don't want to learn anything.

I forget what I was saying.

Anyways, I'm a pro endo sysmed.

I hope you'll stick around and see what's going on.

[saras-almanac]

If you ever think about writing that 2016 break-up fic, I would definitely read it!

So you just made me go and dig through my old emmerdale fics I wrote back on my blog--found a bunch I never posted to ao3--and found a bunch of ideas I had started and/or planned and my god the inspiration I had back then. I had this idea of them breaking up after Liv called the cops on Robert and sort of Aaron having to try and get him back, the pub share AU where Robert ends up buying into the pub in 2015 so he's already there/part owner before the Gordon reveal, and then I also randomly had this idea that Robert had a random child show up while Aaron's in prison--which was for the sake of ease Noah just cause I loved him as a kid but have heard he went through some shit since then but whatever lol.

Point is, continuing this fic idea is literally something that has been in my mind since I wrote it really. (Which you can read here on ao3 if you're interested) And I had a full ask about it and where it would go. I think I was surprised by how many people wanted more for it because it's just a little depressing and I'm still on my Robert Stan bullshit because I love him and I stand by the fact he never got enough credit for everything he went through being with Aaron--Aaron's family, Chas, Paddy, and Liv to be specific--and that frustration is back in full force as Chas is acting like Robert just bounced for no fucking reason and not that he was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. (Ignoring the fact that she would have been the first person to pester Aaron to leave Robert and ignore him / stop wasting his life on visiting him) ((Sorry not sorry, I am a Dingle Family hater and I can't help it lol))

Anyways, the point being, I think I might return to it! (In theory at least!) Because as much as I don't like 2016 as a whole, the good pieces and the potential of things to happen here is where I am drawn to the most for potential AUs and canon divergences because the potential to be had here with these men and their stories, haunts me to this day. Don't ask about everything I'd love to write for them that I still have written down because it's so many Divergences!

But I would have to find my old docs on the hard drives cause I have gotten a new laptop in the last few years so that would take some time, but honestly, we've got some time before Robert's back and this has been the most energized I've been for writing in a while so maybe I just do some Emmerdale stuff because why not?!

[lesbiphannie]

sometimes i get tempted to cringe if something i post about dnp feels too 2015 invasive era but the thing is the context of 2024 is so different and dan and phil are so much more unfiltered and have so much more freedom now that almost everything we could say could barely be more insane than what dan and phil themselves are saying out loud in recent videos. and i know a lot of us worry, perhaphs overly, that some things we say will cross a line but i feel like the line has moved so much further along since their coming outs and the gaming channel return that the things we say now in the context of 2024 dnp queer freedom era aren't anywhere near as bad as us saying them in 2015 was.

and im straying slightly off topic here but the thing is although a lot of the things phannies have said over the years have objectively crossed the line and there are still things nowadays that could be too far - dan and phil can handle it. at the end of the day despite all of the shit they went through back in the day while closeted they came out on the other side happier together. it doesn't excuse any bad actions in the past but i feel like almost nothing we could say these days would SHOCK dan and phil do we don't have to neccesarily be sooooo careful. our words are nothing they haven't seen before and they, probably more than any other public figures, have a deep understanding of their fandom culture and discussion spaces and they know that there are things they're not meant to see.

yes they actively go looking for fan content for videos and a lot of discourse ends up on their twitter fyp but in this day and age they are so openly comfortable about things and will joke around with us about stuff they wouldn't touch in 2015!!

i really dont want this to come off as me excusing any actually invasive and creepy actions but simply the context of discussing certain dan and phil topics in 2024 is a lot different than it was in prior years.

ok i feel like i went on a nonsensical tangent but don't be afraid to post as much demon phannie stuff as your heart desires in 2024. as long as you're not actually digging far into their personal life and information beyond content they share with us publicly, its fine. anything dan and phil themselves have acknowledged in anyway in recent times is not off limits. have fun its a freedom era for dan and phil and phannies alike.

[sapphire-weapon]

Do you think Capcom could bring Ashley back as an agent? Some people say that her dialogue about wanting to become an agent and protect the country together with Leon was "a joke", but she didn't seem to be joking at all, because she actually sounds nervous and a bit embarrassed when she tells Leon.

I think Capcom's intentions were to make Ashley a character that people would like, as if they already intended to bring her back in future games/movies. I mean, her face model and body model are two of the most famous cosplayers in Japan (and dare I say the world as well), and even her seiyuu, Akari Kitō, is also quite popular.

Not to mention that in all the scenes where she helps Leon, Ashley seems really happy to do it, (like the wrecking ball or when she killed the Regenerador).

If Capcom turned Sherry into an agent, why couldn't they do the same with Ashley? Leon could even make her his student and train her. I hope that receiving asks like this is not a bother for you, but I always love to read your opinions. ^^

I've gone back and forth on this. If you dig back through this blog, you'll find posts of me saying "no, and they shouldn't, and here's why" and also posts of me saying "yes, that was probably always the plan, and here's why."

Here are the facts:

+ Capcom went into making RE4make knowing that it had to compete with games that were inspired by OG, and Ashley had to be likeable on the level of Ellie The Last of Us, which would mean fans would want her back

+ The conversation between Leon and Ashley about her becoming an agent is the only piece of "cutscene" dialogue in the game that is unskippable. You can even skip the conversation between Leon and Luis on their elevator ride. But not this one.

+ By the time of RE9's release, it will have been 20 years since the events of RE4, and the only time Ashley was even mentioned in all that time is offhandedly in ID

+ RE9 is very likely to be the end of the story for the legacy cast

I don't see a point in bringing her back at the zero hour in RE9. I really don't. This would have to be a change made strictly for the Remake timeline, and Capcom has shown no intentions of expanding that timeline beyond the mainline numbered titles.

But I also didn't see a point in making Infinite Darkness and going all the way back to 2006 when Leon's story had already progressed to 2015, and the way Ashley kept getting brought up felt significant. I've argued in the past that it was just to remind RE fans that Ashley existed in preparation for RE4make, but it does go to show that they could, theoretically, keep going back in time in order to add her into the story.

So I don't know.

I don't know and I'm getting older every day and I'm tired of waiting on Capcom to talk about shit. I might be 45 years old by the time we can definitively answer this question, and that pisses me off to think about lmao

[bisluthq]

idk i always thought it was possible that ellie was one of the girls back home because he stopped liking her pics and they unfollowed each other on IG when he and taylor got serious. until today, there's been no indication that they were still friendly since then. also joe liked one of her post last december (even though he still hasn't refollowed)

no he liked posts/Tweets in between and she liked some from him. I remember this because there was a big drama here one time about how he’s maybe cheating on Taylor with Ellie lol and I had to go dig out receipts that they know each other since at least 2015 (not afaik biblically tho). Again, idk the geolocation of his penis but I’d be relatively surprised if he took up with Ellie. I’d be less surprised if he’s taken up with Saffron, who was also climbing into the cab, and who seemed far more taken with him from the pics (not that those tell us a complete story but girlie was laughing very hard at shit he was saying).

[capn-hayashireceipts]

He is simply chronically online. I dont know how someone at age 22 with no job is doing this still he needs to touch grass

I'm not going to say anything past probably illness and while it's not his fault he is ill just like it's not mine or anyone's, he still needs to take care of himself. Keeping himself in this purgatory hell is NOT healthy. Keeping himself in this mindset, especially the way he thinks it's ok to diagnose someone and invalidate their very real struggles, is so toxic, not just to me, but himself. I said it in another post but he is digging a grave for himself doing this. And I don't mean it in any way other than he will remain this way forever. Toxic. Bitter. It's really disappointing because I thought after years he'd come back to this blog and use it as a "yikes oh my GOD why did I act like that" because that's what this blog was made for in the first place. And I did think it would have ended when it did and everyone went their own ways (I don't even speak to the old mods anymore, idk what happened to them, I pray they are safe and healthy though), but... it didn't. He is still in 2010 Era Reddit. 2015 Tumblr where it was ok to do half the shit he is STILL doing. And honestly, Idgaf anymore, but I wouldn't wish ill on him or anyone. It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to him or anyone to stoop to his level and do what he did. And honestly, if he wants to keep doing it to himself, I can't and won't stop him. He will end up alone in the path he is going.

[kanmom51]

The terms JK has used to describe JM

You don't realize there are so many terms JK used to describe JM until you start digging. I tried. I honestly did. To bunch them all together into one post. But I 100% know that I've missed something, forgot something on the way. So, I apologize in advance for that.

But then, I went to all the trouble to create this post, so what am I apologizing for?

Lol.

Just know there is probably more that I missed (and probably the most obvious I should have remembered off the batt - shame on me).

Let's get started, why don't we?

Nice

This is a term JK used to describe JM multiple times.

JK 15 June 2015:

Well, damn.

What do I do with this one?

I like JM's personality - he's nice, he treats me well.

I find JM attractive - his eyes are really beautiful when he smiles (not pretty, not beautiful, but "really beautiful" was his choice of words).

I find JM charming - no one can match his charm among the members.

If I were a girl I would want to date JM.

In one go we have:

Nice

Attractive

His eyes really beautiful when he smiles.

Charming.

And to top it up, we have A declaration of intent.

Charming

Well, just look above you, we have the charming.

But also:

Cute

This one is one we get on repeat.

And you know what? No wonder it is, given cute IS JK'S TYPE.

So, what has JK found cute about JM?

His toes.

His pinky

His sneezes.

His existence.

Gave JM the cute award.

Here you will find many more JM cute mentions:

And yep, there we go again.

And because we established JK's type is CUTE, then let's enjoy this too, why don't we?

Pretty

Pretty eyes:

Notice the use of the term REALLY both times he talks about JM's eyes? Really beautiful and really pretty are the terms he used.

Very pretty.

Pretty. Period.

Sexy

Sexy expression.

and this:

Which until this day I do not understand how he got away with.

"Ohhh! Jimin's sexy."

Exclamation mark of course.

Black swan JM sexy (oh, and elegant too):

And let's go out with a bang, why don't we?

Extremely sexy.

No. It wasn't enough to say that JM is sexy. Nope. He's extremely sexy!! Listen to JK. He definitley knows.

His final looks ranking

Now, you see, JK used to have to do these in the early years. Have to because he was asked to in interviews and shows. And in the early years he was a little/big shit, and used to rank JM last. I do think he had his reasons for it (didn't want to show his crush, didn't want to rank the older hyungs last, JM was the one he was closest with and it was easier for him to maybe apologize later on or maybe he thought he could make it up to him later), but whatever they were, what he did was inexcusable, because he really hurt JM by doing this (you clearly see it in the last ranking he was asked to do in 2014). Sadly, I'm not sure he was mature enough to understand it yet. In early 2015 he was asked about it, why he ranks JM last? Is JM really unattractive in his opinion? And his immediate answer was no. That he did it for laughs. Again, not understanding how hurtful it was.

But you see, JK didn't think JM wasn't good looking. Quite the opposite. He even said it, just not loud enough, not where it had more of an impact (I mean, look at how those clips circulate and fans really do believe this is what JK thought back in the day while he obviously did not).

Do you see what I see?

"In BTS Jimin Park's role is being #1 in looks".

Peeps, this is way backsies in 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what JK thought about JM, not those stupid rankings where he thought he was there to entertain the audience delivering JM as the sacrificial lamb, maybe thinking JM's over the top reactions would be entertaining (outwards, cause he too thought he was there to entertain the audience and in the meantime was hurt to the core).

Before I move on to JK's final ranking in 2019, his "making things right for all to see and hear", I want to us to look a little more at that description JK wrote way back in 2015. You still see the hesitation not to give him a too outstanding mark in looks (he ranks him #1 in BTS but only gives him a 50 out of 100 mark). This could be him not wanting to show his crush or not wanting it to go to JM's head, lol. With the way JK was behaving, at times having to scrape his tongue off the floor and others having to adjust the jewels, I would say that in his head that mark was way higher than a 50, lol.

JM's charm points: eye smile, strong body, thighs (man has a thing for thighs too, we know that).

But our boy, he grew up. He matured. He understood. And he wanted to set things straight. Because to him, 2019 JK, JM ranked no. 1 in looks (surprise surprise) not on paper, but bringing it up as a question he 'happened' to pick, out loud. No real ranking was going on, it was only important for him for everyone to know that JM was #1.

Cute, sexy, lovely

Just for funsies. The lethal combination.

Always no. 1 to him

Now, this one is so much bigger than people give it. The way JK talks to JM, media room, all media outlets there, mid a sort of interview, there is a reason JM was trying to flee the scene, lol. JK calling him Jimin-ah like that, and following with "where you going?". This is his hyung, his elder, it's just not done, and most definitley not in the surroundings they were in. So yes, this one is big. JK dropping the honorifics calling him Jimin-ah, using a term of affection, and following it with "you're always no. 1 to me."

Handsome

he doesn't really use that term too much when it comes to JM.

But he did use it once that I can think of:

Maybe because it's a little detached, less personal. While pretty, especially a man calling another man pretty, that feels more personal. Pretty is not a term usually used to call a man, even more so by another man. This was back in 2015 and from the interaction we can see that JM was definitley not used to JK complimenting him. He got so flustered and felt there was an ulterior motive, which there was to start with, but definitley not after the success of JK's mission after the first time he called JM and got the "thank you" he was supposed to get.

Anyway, I can't for the life of me (getting old maybe) cannot think of another occasion, especially a later one, where JK calls JM handsome.

A fallen angel

Shameless:

When asked what he liked about JM who is sitting next to you, JK's answer was:

Not a description but when asked what part of JM's body is his favorite, JK's reply was:

His whole body.

This man is totally smitten.

And just incase after all of this you still don't think JK is head over heals for JM, I give you exhibit 20,171,108:

[izzielizzie93]

High School Sweethearts, J Burrow

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Highschool!JoeBurrow x Y/N High School Sweetheart

Summary: Do high school relationships last?

“What the fuck is this Y/N?!” Joe was sitting on my bed, holding up the hidden acceptance letter to The Ohio State. “I, uh, an acceptance letter.” I stuttered. “Why are you hiding it?” He glared, clutching it tighter, his eyes continually scanning over the page. “I wanted time to think and I knew I wouldn’t be able to once everyone found out.”

“I just needed to be sure of what I want, this is my future and I am so sick of everyone trying to tell me what to do.”

Joe huffed and shook his head. “Were you ever considering it, or did you lie to me this whole time?” “Of course I am considering it Joey, I want to be with you; but I have always dreamed of LSU.” I swallowed hard, digging my nails into my hand to keep from crying.

“You want to be a fucking teacher, come on you don’t have to go out of state for that shit.” Joe tossed the letter aside.

“Oh, ok. So when you told me to do what made me happy and that it would all work out in the end, you were lying to me?” I shot back, anger now bubbling to the surface.

“I was hoping you’d see that Ohio is where you need to be, apparently not.” Joe mumbled, standing up abruptly and storming out of my bedroom.

—

I had come clean to my parents as soon as Joe left and they promised to support me no matter my choice.

After two weeks of heated arguments in person, via text, and FaceTime, Joe officially committed to The Ohio State and their football team and I wasn’t there.

I was at home, formally accepting the offer from LSU and becoming a Tiger.

Later that same night, Joe stopped by and I snuck out to his truck. We sat there in silence for nearly five minutes before I spoke, “So you’re officially a Buckeye.” “You’re officially a Tiger.” He shot back. “Yeah.” I nodded. “So, we’re done.” Joe said flatly and I felt my chest tighten as my eyes filled with tears.

“We don’t have to be.” I sniffled. “Y/N, how the hell are we going to keep this up being so far apart?” Joe clenched his steering wheel. “What happened to all of the ways you came up with when we stayed up night after night filling out applications?” I asked. “I never thought we’d have to act on them.” He sighed, “I never thought I’d be without you.”

“Joe, we’re both going to be so busy in a few months. We don’t need to make any decisions now.” I reached out and he folded his hands in his lap. Dropping my hands back down, I was about to speak when Joe said, “I think it’s best if we do this now. It’s over.” I bit my lip hard as I rushed out of his truck, wanting to hold in my sobs so he didn’t see.

—

“Congratulations to the class of 2015!” I threw my cap up in the air and began to hug and celebrate with those around me. Glancing down the row, I met Joe’s gaze. We stared for a moment before I gave a small wave; which he returned.

A week later, I was all packed and ready to hit the road. My parents were in the U Haul and my sister was keeping me company in my car on the 18 hour trip. Just as I got into my car, my phone pinged.

~Good luck, Tiger~

__________

This was super short; but I’ve never posted anything I’ve written and I just wanted to put something out there! Thank you to those who read this! Should I make a part 2 after they’ve started college?

(Also I tend to stick to first person even with Y/N but do more people prefer second person and using you?)

[david-talks-sw]

Just out of curiosity, who would you have chosen as the big bad of the sequel trilogy? Specifically Maul or Uber/Snoke? We know GL's ideas for Maul and I think Uber would've been similar to the Mortis Son. I feel both could've worked but I'd like to know your thoughts

Okay, so I'm saying this with the benefit of hindsight.

For me, this right here...

... is the perfect ending for Maul.

Stricken down by Obi-Wan, who cradles him like he did with Qui-Gon and Satine, the two people Maul himself took from him. So close to achieving a semblance of redemption and peace... and failing all the same, dying scared and angry.

Because part of what makes Star Wars awesome is that it repackages mythology with a more contemporary sci-fi/space opera twist.

Maul is Sisyphus. He keeps trying to roll that rock to the top of the hill and keeps failing over and over, for all eternity. It's sad, it's pitiful, but it's also deserved because of Sisyphus' crimes.

Same with Maul. He's always this close to getting it, and he never does.

George Lucas may have done something cool with him, who knows. I probably would've liked it, in 2015.

But for me, no other ending will top what we got in Rebels.

So who would I have chosen to be the big villain...?

I don't know, to be honest. I'm of the opinion that no idea is bad, it just needs to be executed properly.

Palpatine?

I already covered in this (very old) post/rant all the different ways that bringing Palpatine back from the dead could've actually worked, in TROS. And I explained here why Palpatine's return doesn't diminish Anakin's redemption all that much.

Snoke?

He could've worked too... let's just know what he is.

Before TROS came out, he was rumored to be this eldritch creature from the Unknown Regions, centuries old, that Palpatine could sense from Coruscant. He's an evil version of Bendu. Cool, I dig it.

Hell, maybe he's millennia old. Maybe when the first Sith broke away from the Jedi, it's Snoke who trained him.

Also, his philosophy is similar to the Sith's, but not quite the same.

The Sith break off from the Jedi, but that means that they also see the Dark Side as this bad drug that consumes you. The difference is that the Sith say "yes shoot up, it'll give you a high."

Snoke teaches Kylo that the Light Side is the drug, and it needs to be purged with the medicine, aka, the Dark Side. He's saying "cleanse yourself of the Light."

So what would such a character want (beyond galactic domination)? Well, he's a fanatic who genuinely believes the Empire was better for the galaxy. Or maybe it's not about that at all.

If we stick with the "evil Bendu" idea, Snoke would be this guy whose been quietly observing everything from the galaxy, never participating, only witnessing history... and he sees chaos, endless chaos. And it's all so noisy. He just wants to sleep.

Then 1,000 years ago, he sees the Republic, protected by the Jedi... maybe that'll get the job done? And it doesn't, after a millennium the Senators are corrupt and we see the same chaos as before. But then the Empire came about and Snoke witnessed order the likes of which he had never seen. Holy shit, this young whippersnapper Palpatine actually managed to do it. Snoke finally gets some shut-eye.

Then ROTJ happens and in 30 years, the same issues come about. The New Republic is slowly becoming just as corrupt as the Old one was, and it's doing so at a faster rate.

So Snoke finally gets off his ass and steps in.

Then again, "I just wanna sleep" isn't a strong enough motivation, we'd need something more that isn't cliché.

Plagueis?

This one is also cheesy as all hell, but I always liked the idea that Darth Plagueis was Snoke, or that Plagueis was the final baddie and Snoke was one of his genetic creations gone awry.

Plagueis completes the circle. He's been hinted in Revenge of the Sith. And in Legends, he’s got that ‘mad scientist’ vibe going for him, which offers a lot of potential, plus there’s the perk of leaving Anakin’s sacrifice and the Chosen One prophecy untouched. You could say he stopped being a Sith the day his apprentice betrayed him and left him for dead.

And I’d advise only making him a manipulative-type antagonist, not the boss fight. Like Zemo in Captain America: Civil War. Have Kylo be the final boss, and Plagueis is just the one who sets up the duel (and hey, let’s get nuts, maybe let’s have him have some sort of psychic battle with Maz or Leia, or even Luke, so everyone’s happy).

So yeah, that's my two cents.

[captnjacksparrow]

I heard there were rumors about Naruto being developed into seinen after Shippuden. Wouldn't that have been wonderful? I think it was such a wasted opportunity for another amazing experience. We wouldn't have any child marriages, or that recycled bs Boruto. And a challenge for Kishimoto. Although I am not sure about that last one, he kind of lost the plot towards the end there.

But even so, what a wasted opportunity.

What's your take? What could have been the implications of that?

Am just going to take this ask as an heartful rant!!!!!! 😊😊😊😊

Just because of this ask, I decided to dig deeper into his past interviews and found things that even confirmed my opinions even stronger. 

Damn you!!!! Kishimoto!!!!

Thanks to you @sneezemonster15 🤩🤩🤩. LOL. Because When your speculation becomes true, you will experience some satisfaction which is immeasurable.

[[Anything I am going to cite from an old interview, after this line of the post is something I got to knew only today. Which means I never knew about these interviews before. Probably SNS shippers knew about these long back but to me it’s a new thing.]]

I heard there were rumors about Naruto being developed into seinen after Shippuden. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?

I never heard of such development and even if they do, they already did a lot of damage in the name of Boruto. And I don't think they can tell anymore story after Shippuden in a convincing way.

For me, Shippuden is in and of itself looks like a big seinen based Manga because I believe there were certain themes which were told in part 2 that are simply not suitable for a 12 year old to comprehend. Even I was overwhelmed by such plots because it really questioned my world view.

I mean, what can a 12 year old understand about Hatred or World peace which Nagato planned to implement or Itachi's pain? Yeah, there may be very few who could understand but majority don’t and hence we could see some part of fandom who still thinks ‘Sasuke should have left alone and made to start a new Village as a Revolution, or he should’ve destroyed Konoha to dust’. Any mature audience who consumed various media and have a broad world view would never spout such nonsense. Because the real world wouldn't work that way.

he kind of lost the plot towards the end there.

He didn’t actually. I believe he was made to create that Kaguya plot as a thread to continue Borutoverse. It may not be his idea. I am just speculating. Because Kishi is a damn genius in dropping threads much earlier in the story.

Example, Uchiha Madara.

When Sasuke and Naruto battled in VoTE1, I was wondering about the statues as to who might they be?. Then Kakashi slightly hinted us that the statues represents the men who created Konoha, but they were fighting until the very end for some reason. Similar to how Naruto and Sasuke fought there. And when Madara’s name was dropped for the first time when Sasuke suppressed Kurama, it just got only better.

So, I think Kaguya was a plot which was created right when Naruto was decided to pair up with Hinata and have a baby who will lead the Next Generation. When the series was going on and on about Sharingan, all of a sudden it took a U-Turn towards Byakugan. I was like, ‘Who the fuck cares about Byakugan anyway?’

Then it all made sense after looking at the abomination called ‘Boruto’, where all the Aliens were seen having Byakugan. So, It feels like he lost the plot. But I really think he was forced to. 

So far, whatever I wrote till now was my observation. 

That Damn Kishimoto gave an interview long back which proved my hunch right.

So, You see, he was never interested in a sequel series to happen. He was just forced to. 

Do you know what was the real ending he aimed for?

In many of my posts, I wrote about how SNS was a carefully constructed bond which Kishimoto paid a lot of attention to. I mean, there’s no way we can call the chapter 698 as a Retconned one. Every clues and hints were already there.

It seems that the bastard confessed about this 15 years ago, in 2006 Shonen Jump Interview and again in 2015 NYCC comic con.

He didn’t talk about Ships and shits in any of these interviews. He already planned the ending long back when he finished Part 1. The ending with Naruto and Sasuke doing Reconciliation Seal with Hashirama and Madara statues by visualizing everything into details and that too in freaking 2006. 

[[Click the picture to see the full view]]

Reconciliation of Naruto and Sasuke was something Kishi planned long back after finishing part 1. He even visualized all the panels in detail and that's the ending he was striving towards.

It seems, he never planned about pairings and stuffs ahead as many shippers would like to claim. I am not saying he planned SNS as the endgame couple either. But I honestly think, Kishi wished for an ending similar to Chapter 699. Like without any pairing trash, finishing off with Naruto and Sasuke sharing their dreams and hopes together. 

And this is what I’ve been screaming in all my posts... That I speculate, I guess, I believe and so many similar words... that Kishi always wanted to finish with Chapter 699 and Chapter 700 feels like an afterthought.

But anyways, with Studio persuaded him into pair up his Main Characters, he was asked to write Boruto Script for one last time and it seems, that’s the only movie where he wrote the entire screenplay from A to Z. He said that Boruto movie is the ‘Pinnacle of his career’. Does it mean, ‘The Last’ movie was not his pinnacle, eh??? 

And what do I always scream about Boruto series in every posts?

That I feel like Naruto and Sasuke seems to Babysit Boruto like a parent. 

And that’s what he wanted to finish as the last chapter of Naruto.

I mean throughout the movie, there were no trace of Hinata and Sakura playing any major role in their Child’s life, instead Sasuke is seen talking fondly about Naruto to his Son, I mean Naruto’s Son. So, If he envision drawing 2 guys taking care of a child as the last chapter, then what was he trying to say?

This Kishimoto is just too sinister!!! 

And it seems, he dissed ‘The Last’ movie subtly in his own words. Like almost he claims he had no part in that movie. Well, I always had my doubt regarding that movie. Never expected Kishi would say this.

Couple of days ago, I made a post about, how Kishi never gave 2 fucks about Sakura from the beginning. I analyzed that post based on my observation by carefully reading through panels in the initial chapters and his motivations to draw the panel in a certain way. That gave me an idea of what Kishi’s style of designing a character. I never knew about this Interview thing, when I wrote that post.

It seems, in an Interview, he pretty much confirmed my view about him.

Kishi’s assistant was posed with a question, ‘How every character, no matter how bad they are, gets redeemed in some way?’

To which he answered, ‘Before even making a first appearance, Kishi will lay out how he wants the character to be, what it’s personality traits are, what was it about to do.’

So, Kishi really never planned to make Sakura redeemable. Her fate was sealed when she unveiled her grand dream in chapter 4 before her teammates.

What I would like to conclude is,

Kishi developing anything after Shippuden will not have his full heart. So, that development based on Seinen may not be true. 

Kishi planned Chapter 698 long back when he completed Part 1. He even visualized every panels about how it is going to be. So, probably Chapter 699 is where Kishi intended to end the series. Hence, the abomination you were made to see in Boruto is not his idea.

He never planned about pairings unless he was asked to. Hinata was the popular one and he just went with it. It’s not like he always intended for Naruto to end up with Hinata.

When he was asked to write a story about Boruto, he envisioned Boruto movie as the final chapter of Naruto series, if only he had the opportunity to draw this as a manga. In this movie, Naruto became an Hokage, Sasuke is a Shadow Hokage, Naruto’s son was adopted by Sasuke. Hinata and Sakura were the bench warmers. 

It seems to me that Kishi somehow wants to place Naruto and Sasuke as the face of this series towards the end. He knew that he can't make them as an official couple and when things didn't go as he planned he made them into an unofficial couple who takes cares of a boy with all the care.

Geez!!! I wish I were wrong😏😏😏😏. But all these interviews proves that I was right about many things without even realizing it was there.

[moreofem]

Reassurance.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x enhanced! Black! WOC reader 

Type: One-Shot 

Warnings: death of a small child, mentions of a panic attack/ anxiety, one mention of human tr*afficking, hallucinations // smut: mention of lactation kink, unprotected sex: WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT OTHERWISE U CAN GET PREGGERS AND CATCH STD’S 

A/N: This fic happens during 2015, therefore during Age of Ultron. 

Words: 8071 (whew chile this is loong i guess)

South African coast. It was beautiful. You watched intently as the jet passed through fields of blue and green: luxurious flora, crystal clear water. You felt good, confident about the mission. Maybe it was the environment, a sense of familiarity as you flew over a continent that contained so much culture and traditions. It felt like you were coming back to your original roots, and it gave you some sort of comfort. It was a bit strange but you didn’t hesitate to bask in the feeling. 

You sighed contently at the sight of the landscape beneath your feet, and you smiled softly when you felt the presence of Steve behind you. How did you know it was him? His scent. It was unique, and you absolutely loved it, he smelled so good. A mix of laundry detergent, old spice, mint and this specific tea that he loved drinking.

He put his hands on your shoulders, lightly massaging them. 

“Hi doll…”

You hummed to yourself and leaned into his embrace, feeling the cold Kevlar digging into your neck.

“Hey Stevie… this mission’s gonna be a piece of cake, don’t you think?”

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him.

“If you listen to me this time, yes.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, turning your head towards him.

“Don’t you think it’s so fun when I don’t listen, huh, Captain?”

Steve narrowed his eyes, trying to seem serious, but a devilish grin took place on his face.

“It is… but you know that I want you to listen, for your sake and mine.” 

“Well, this time, I’ll be all ears, and the mission will be as smooth… as your ass.”

Natasha snickered, startling both of you as she approached the corner you two were against.

“Two minutes ‘till landing, you horny people…”

You smirked at her, pulling yourself from Steve’s embrace.

“You’re just jealous Nat, go tell Banner how you wanna fuck him so bad, and then we’ll talk ‘bout horny people…”

She gasped, slapping your arm.

“Y/n!”

“Oh! Wait, I’m not finished… Tell him that you want him to… what did you say last time you were hammered? That you wanted him to ‘hulk this pussy out’? Girl… What did that even mean?”

The redhead stared at you with a mean look as you laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing a few belt grenades, preparing yourself for the fight. She turned back towards Steve, a small blush invading her face. 

“Steven. Your woman? She’s outta control…”

•

“Junior… You’re gonna break your old man’s heart…”

Tony’s voice rang through the metal, and you giggled internally at his joke. You, Clint and Natasha were posted behind, hiding yourself from your opponents. 

You heard Ultron fake a gag.

“Urgh… Captain America”

You scoffed quietly, rolling your eyes at the robot’s tone.

“God’s righteous man… pretending you could live without a war. 

You huffed, feeling the tip on your fingers already heating up. 

‘How dare he pronounce my man’s name? Imma beat the shit outta him.’

“I can’t physically throw up in my mouth…” 

You didn’t hear the rest, too focused by the fire running through your body, the roots of your hair starting to become redder. The red hot heat coursed through your veins, warming up your blood, making your body heat go up  degrees. Your eyes were creeped up by the flame, and they became bloodshot, your irises turning gold. Your enhancement was a curse, but you never felt more powerful than when the incandescence invaded you. You growled, clenching your fists. A wicked grin took over your face. You were ready to fight, you were ready to kill. 

You heard a familiar grunt, then a huge commotion, and you knew the assault had started. 

You came out of your hiding place to watch the fight from above, and you gasped quietly when you saw the enhanced girl flip Steve with her red telekinesis powers. You jumped from the ramp, landing swiftly on the metal beneath you, before running towards her. Surprised glazed her features for a second, but she recomposed herself when you threw a punch at her. She blocked it, but you grabbed her neck and backed her against a cool wall. The brunette girl inhaled sharply while her eyes widened when she felt her throat heating up. You snarled:

“Don’t you ever touch him. Go-“  

You squealed when you felt yourself fly in the air, a blue shadow grabbing your eye. ’The other enhanced’, you thought.

You felt yourself fall, and put your body temperature to the maximum, melting solids underneath you, until you steadied your landing.   

Your body settled a few levels beneath, and you hissed when tingling sensations prickled your feet. It was dark, and you couldn’t even see your own hand. You fused a nearby ramp, the sudden heat lighting up the room for a few minutes. You looked around, identifying a staircase. You ran up, hearing Steve in your coms:

“Y/N! Are you okay? Where the hell are you?”

You panted, still running up the stairs.

“I’m good, I’m coming up, I fell somewhere!” 

You listened to him fight, little grunts and clangs ringing in your ear, and you smiled to yourself. 

Still running, you were trying to find the core of the battle, when you felt something invading your brain. When you turned around, you saw the enhanced looking at you, red ribbons surrounding her fingers. 

“You like your Captain very much, do you? That’s cute…”

Her sokovian accent was sharp, and her next words even more.

“…But do you think he likes you that much?”

You grunted, feeling slightly dizzy, and she smirked at you, already leaving. You tried to run towards her, but your legs felt like jelly. You were dizzy, and little black spots clouded your vision. 

“Stevie?… Honey…?”

You heard him hum and throw his shield, a signal that he was listening to you.

“I- I think the sokovian girl tried to get into my head… It’s… Stevie? I’m dizzy, I-“

Your brain was fuzzy, and you felt so far. Your boyfriend’s worried tone invaded your head, but you couldn’t hear properly… Everything was just so… muffled.

• You came down from the Quinjet, smiling and making small talk with Natasha. She was showing off her new engagement ring, and it was gorgeous. Bruce really had taste and knew his fiancée so well. When you finally arrived at the compound, you waved her off, promising her you’d help her with the wedding planning. But right now, you were excited to go home. You entered your car, and drove back to your house. It was simple, red brick, flowers, and a huge garden where Steve spent a majority of his time during Spring. You smiled at the sight of your messy porch: a neon green ball had been thrown carelessly on the sleek wood, as well as the unhealthy amount of James’s toys, that the team always spoiled him with. You opened the door, expecting the small babbles and laughs of your son, a soft 40’s tune coming from the bluetooth speakers, and the delightful sight of your retired Captain making dinner in a small apron that said: ‘Kiss the cook’. 

“Honey… I’m home!” 

You furrowed your brows at the sound of little sniffles, and you took your combat boots in a hurry. Moving swiftly through the corridor, you entered the kitchen, finding your son literally wailing in his high chair. You gasped, panic already invading your body. You rushed towards the toddler, unbuckling him and taking him in your arms. He calmed a bit in your embrace as you cooed at him, cradling him and pressing your lips into his dark curls. Something caught your eye, and you walked towards the heathered cabinet. An ice-cold sensation spread through your body as you discovered with horror the ripped photograph that had been put back in the picture frame. It was a beautiful picture, taken while James’s first birthday, and you and your little family looked as happy as can be. You on the left, James in the middle, mouth slathered in frosting. 

But no Steve. At least, not anymore. The right side of the picture was gone. Teared. Ripped. 

You steadied your baby on your hip, and almost ran to each frame, and every time, Steve was missing. His pictures were gone, and when you entered your shared room, you felt like dying. His belongings had vanished, like he’d never lived in this house. Tears started to pool from your eyes, and you finally understood. He had left, and you had an idea of where and to whom. How could he? Weren’t you his best girl? Was everything all a lie? Everything he’d told you, legs tangled in stained sheets, the soft spoken words and kisses, was false. 

Your limbs trembled, but you still had a steady grip and James didn’t even slip from your arms. You started sobbing, gasping and a lump formed in your throat. Your nostrils flared and you sat on your bed, steadying your son against your chest. You started rocking yourself, a sign of your anxiety bubbling up, and when a small tear slipped and fell on the toddler’s little hand, he looked up at you and grabbed your cheek, his big brown eyes looking up at you, concern raking them. 

“Mama?” 

You almost cried out at his little voice, but instead, you gave him a small, sad smile.

“Y-yes…’ you sniffled, ‘yes… it’s Mama…”

He scrunched his nose, like he was trying not to cry.

“Papa?”

You hiccuped, shaking your head swiftly, your coils coming out of your bun.

“No… Pa-papa”

“No Papa?”

Your son’s orbs swelled with tears, and when he started weeping, you sighed and pressed him against your chest. After the crippling sadness, uncontrollable anger filled your body, and all of a sudden, your body heat went up a notch. 

How could he? How could he lie to your face? How could he leave you? How could he leave James? To go back to that woman? When he had moved on and had a family of his own? He wasn’t Steve Rogers from the 40’s, he was Steve from the 21st Century for god’s sake. He had a wife and a kid… But he proved that you weren’t enough for him, you had never been.

You sobbed, still cradling James, and all of a sudden, you felt something drip down your arms and onto your lap. You felt a weight against your stomach being lifted, and you screamed when you saw a puddle of nothing at your feet, melting the carpet underneath you. 

“No no no no no… James! James! I- James!?”

Your hands lifted to your hair, and you pulled it, trying to understand what had just happened. He had just… melted.

You screamed, again and again, into the mortifying silence of your adobe, and you felt your skin prickle. Fire invaded your veins, and you became a flame. You were going crazy, your mind no longer controlling anything. You were just an empty, evil shell who killed your own son. You burned everything, lighting up the bed, wardrobe and desk up, growling and groaning. You were an animal, and you were slowly spiralling into insanity. 

Your last sight before you closed your eyes was your house, burning in huge flames, the bricks melting and falling on the ground. You turned around and caught your reflection in a surprisingly spared mirror. Your eyes were a strange mix of white, brown and black, your hands were covered in gunk, your clothes were ripped in pieces, and your hair was burning. 

‘I’m a monster, a monster… I’m a-‘

You fell unconscious.

•

“Y/N. Y/N.”

You groaned, your mind still fuzzy.

“Y/N. Wake up.”

You opened your bloodshot eyes, and felt yourself being lifted up. You heard Steve’s voice from a distance, and with every step your body took, the voice got louder and louder. 

“No worries Clint. I got her. You go and get Nat.”

Steve bent down a bit, cradling your face between his large hands. His brows were furrowed, and in any other case, you’d be smiling at him, and pressing your fingers above his eyebrows, trying to sooth him. 

Right now, your face was painfully neutral, your lips put in a tight line and your eyes empty. 

“Doll? Y/N? Baby, can you hear me?”

You lifted your eyes a bit, watching your boyfriend with glossy orbs. You couldn’t feel anything and your mouth was dry. 

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’m here, we’re gonna be okay. We’re going to go back on the jet, and I’ll carry you on my back, that's OK for you?”

He barked orders to someone, an irritating contrast from the way he was speaking to you just seconds ago, and he moved you around, settling your body on his back, your arms around his neck and legs around his slim waist. 

He cooed at you:

“You hold on tight, darling, we’re going somewhere safe…”

When you both entered the Quinjet, you whispered into Steve’s ear:

“P-put the cuffs on me, pl…please…”

Your last word was a whimper, and your boyfriend felt a pang in his heart at your desperate tone. ‘What did that girl do to you, Doll?’ 

“You sure ‘bout that? I don’t want them to hurt you…”

“St-Stevie. Put the goddamn cuffs o-on me…”

He sighed, sitting you down on one of the jet’s seats. He grabbed the pair of enhancement blocker vibranium cuffs and hooked them around your wrists. You immediately slumped against the recliner, your empty eyes glazing over the tall blond’s form. 

You cleared your throat and closed your eyes, listening to Steve sit next to you and securing his belt. 

He sighed and looked at your drowsy figure. Salty tears were dried on your face and started to form marks. Your plump lips were chapped, and there was a small, superficial gash on your right cheek. A few twists were out of your supposedly secured bun, and the more he watched you sleep, the more he wondered what you had visualized, when the enhanced girl played with your mind. He wondered if you had seen him like he’d seen you…

• Steve entered the crowded and noisy hall with confusion. Cameras were flashing around him, champagne flowed freely and couples and friends were laughing, dancing, drinking and having what seemed like the time of their life. He marched through the crowd, wincing as a camera took a picture, blinding him. He turned around, brow furrowed as two men shouted at each other, getting into an altercation. His head was thumping while he stared at a bleeding man who was laughing like his wound wasn’t hurting at all. It was chaos. Men were fighting, others were still waltzing to the classic 40’s music. The cameras were still twinkling, and as Steve stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded, he felt the presence of someone behind him. 

“Are you ready for our dance?”

The soft British accent rang through his ears, and he turned around quickly, still confused as ever.

“The war’s over Steve… We can go home!... Imagine it…” 

Peggy Carter gave him a soft, red lipped smile, but all of a sudden, when he turned his head back, everything had disappeared, including the brunette. The small round chairs were neatly put against the walls, the music had stopped, and he was surrounded by silence. A flash entered his mind, and he inhaled sharply as he imagined Peggy twirling happily in his arms. 

‘But it’s different now…” 

He scrunched his face as he tried to remember something, more precisely someone. He was digging into his mind, trying to think about a face, a laugh, a body, a mouth-

“Stevie?”

He turned around for what felt like the hundredth time this evening, and let out a relieved sigh when he saw you. You were like every single one of his 40’s fantasies. You wore a cream colored tulle dress, with a pretty cowl neckline that made your delicate collar bones pop. The waistline accentuated your curves and the small necklace made your brown skin look heavenly. You smiled at him, at Steve wanted to kiss those rosewood colored lips.

“Y/N…”

You giggled and got up from your chair. Your black suede heels clicked on the ground as you strode to him.  

“I missed you, darling… Do you like my hair?”

Steve grinned and moved his fingers towards your neatly pinned and complicated hairstyle, beaming even more when you let him touch a small curl.

“I-I love it Doll… You’re absolutely gorgeous, d’ya wanna do a twirl for me?”

Your eyes sparkled, and after your spin, he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. The lighting dimmed suddenly, and you broke the kiss, puzzlement written all over your face. The blond gave you a concerned look as he grabbed your hands. 

“What’s wrong honey?”

Your brows furrowed and tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes. Small hiccups raked through your body, and when you locked eyes with him, he gasped. 

“Doll? Why are you crying?”

“Why did you leave me Steve? Why?”

He was taken aback, his eyebrows shooting up.

“What? Doll, I never left you, I would never leave you, I-I love you!”

“But you still did… Steve, why did you leave me? Why?”

He grabbed your face with his hands, not understanding what was happening to you. 

“Why, Steve, why?”

You whispered the last part, and when Steve blinked at you and opened his eyes, you were gone.

• Steve was startled out of his incomprehensible daydream as the Quinjet landed in a field. You were already awake and he felt his heart break at the sight of your collapsed shape. He crouched in front of you, gabbing your cuffed wrists.

“Doll? We’re at the safe house… We’re gonna take off these cuffs, ‘kay?”

You groaned, shaking your head.

“N-no!’, your voice was coarse, and you tried coughing to get rid of it. ‘I’m a monster Steve. A monster.”

He sighed, pressing his hand on your knee.

“You’re not a monster Y/N… And you need to get these cuffs out. Let’s put on the gloves then, huh?”

You shrugged and stretched your arms towards him, listening to the clicks and clunks of the rare metal. He put the intricate designed block gloves on your hands, and lifted you up, helping you stand and walk. 

Everyone got out, Clint and Nat, then Tony, Thor, you and Steve and finally, Bruce. You looked around, breathing the fresh rural air. The classic craftsman house was surrounded by fields and a small forest. 

“What is this place?” 

“Safe house…”

“Let’s hope”

And with that, Clint, still holding Nat, opened the door. You looked around, eyes fixed on every little detail.

“Honey?’ Your head shot up at Clint’s voice, ‘I’m home!”

You looked at Steve and he shook his head softly, informing you that he didn’t know anything either.

A pretty brunette came from around a corner, a small smile on her face. You almost gasped when you saw her prominent belly that was covered by a colorful blouse. Steve watched your eyes light up with a small quirk of his lips, you’d finally shown some sort of emotion, and also because he knew how much you loved and admired pregnant women. 

The brunette put the papers that she was holding on the velvety orange couch and kissed the archer.

“This is an agent of some kind.” Said Tony, visibly very surprised.

“Gentlemen, and lady, this is Laura…”

She waved shyly at you guys, and when you locked eyes with her, you gave her a soft, tired smile.

“Ooh, incoming.”

You gasped again when a cute little girl with two little pigtails came running towards her father. He took her in his arms and cradled the other child -a little boy in a red plaid shirt- in his arms. Steve contemplated the scene, his jaw slack. You put your finger under his chin, closing his mouth.

“Close your mouth or you’ll swallow flies.”

He furrowed his brows playfully at you and you snickered at Tony’s next words:

“And… These are smaller agents.”

“Did you bring Auntie Nat?”

You watched the redhead look up, a growing smile forming on her face.

“Why don’t you hug her and find out?” 

The little girl ran into Natasha’s arms, and you beamed at them and the cuteness overload. 

You needed that. Softness and cuteness.

“Sorry for barging in on you.”

You huffed out a laugh at Steve, then walked towards the Barton family.

“Yeah, we would’ve called ahead, but we were busy having no idea you existed.”

Classic Tony.

“Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off S.H.I.E.L.D’s files. I’d like to keep it that way…”

You smiled at Clint. He was your mentor -he was the one who had found you, trapped beneath a building, trying to hide from human traffickers- and you loved him with all your heart. 

“Well, I can assure you that it’ll stay that way…”

Laura mouthed a ‘thank you’ and you bent down, arriving nose to nose with her belly. 

“Can I touch?”

You bit your lip nervously. She giggled and nodded excitedly.

“Of course honey, go on.”

With trembling hands, you approached your gloved hand towards her cute, round stomach, and when you finally came in contact with it, you felt a little kick. 

You puffed and shrieked like a schoolgirl.

“Oh my god! They kicked! Hi baby! I’m Y/N!”

Your cooes alerted Steve who moved his attention from the broken lego house that Thor had just crushed to you, his girlfriend, crouched in front of his friend’s pregnant wife, talking with an unborn child. He smiled, his heart doing somersaults. 

“My friend, you should do the same.”

Thor chuckled and patted his shoulder at his confused stare.

“What?”

“Impregnate her… I’m sure Lady Y/N would love to have a newborn of her own.”

Steve choked on his spit, coughing loudly as Thor belly laughed, proud of his intervention. 

“I-I don’t think it’s the right time…”

“Yet.”

Steve glared at the other blond, and chuckled: 

“Yet.”

 •

You smiled as Nat crouched with you.

“I missed you. How’s little Natasha, huh?”

Laura made a face:

“She’s… Nathaniel…”

You snorted, still caressing the bump and having a lengthy conversion with the now little boy.

Nat’s face fell, and she whispered at the belly.

“Traitor.”

“Nat!”

You faked disbelief and she played along, obviously having fun with the situation.

“What? It was supposed to be a mini me! Nathaniel is a traitor, a big, foetus, traitor.”

She grinned mischievously at you, and you and the other two women giggled furiously. 

You got distracted as Thor and Steve went out of the house. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Steve sighed, and after the whirring of Thor’s hammer, you had assumed that the god had left. 

Steve turned around, looking at the empty staircase. Your voice rang into his ears again.

“Why did you leave me Steve? Why?”

He inhaled, and you appeared in the entrance.

“Stevie? Let’s go get some air, yeah?”

He nodded, leading the way. You two walked a bit, wind flowing through your hair. 

“Doll, I’m gonna need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, okay? How are you? Like for real.”

You shrugged, fiddling with your hands. 

“I could be better… That fucking sokovian chick is bad… She… she puts stuff in your head and fucks you up… I-I… How are you though?”

He stopped and grabbed your hands.

“I feel the same way, it was just so bizarre… She’s dangerous; did you see Bruce? Nat? They’re scrambled.”

You agreed, and swayed on your feet. Your boyfriend pulled you towards him, hugging you in his big arms. You were a nervous reck, the memories of you had seen flashing through your mind, invading your brain. You felt tears streaming down your face, and you finally authorised yourself a break. Sobs racked through your body, and you cried hard and loud in Steve’s arms, while he whispered calming things in your ears and rubbed your back soothingly. He knew that you’d tell him what you saw when you were ready. He was patient with you, like you were with him. 

“It’s okay honey, it’s okay… I’m here, I’ll always be…”

After a while, you slowly calmed down, sobs being replaced by small sniffles. You came out of his embrace, and sighed.

“I’m going to go take a shower, you take care of yourself Stevie, you need it… I don’t know for how long we’ll be here, but you have to take this time to relax, try to relax a bit… Be Steve for once… Please?”

He looked at you with so much endearment you couldn’t help but blush, your ears heating up. He cupped your face and kissed your lips softly, lovingly. It was a kiss full of promises, pain and the undeniable love that you both had for one another. 

•

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he’s building something.”

The night had fallen, the whole team, -minus Thor, but including Nick Fury who had arrived seemingly out of nowhere, as usual- and the Barton family were sat around the table or in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Lila, Clint’s daughter skipped to the table with two sheets of paper in her hands. She stopped at you and Nat’s table, giving the drawings to the two of you. You smiled and pinched her cheek affectionately. She pat your hand and whispered in your ear:

“Can I sit on your lap?”

You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth: never had a child asked if they could sit on your lap. Actually, maybe before, in the past; your brother? Yes, you were almost sure you used to have a sibling, you just didn’t remember anymore… 

Seeing that she was still waiting for your answer, you nodded and helped her sit on your thighs. Steve was looking at you intently while still holding the conversation with Fury. You started bouncing Lila on your lap, softly, and when she giggled, Steve couldn’t help but smirk. Damn, you looked so good with a kid on your lap. 

“…and whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction.”

You sighed, shaking your head in weariness. You were more than tired of these fucking robots.

“…so stand. Outwit the Platinum bastard.”

You and Nat looked at each other and you smirked:

“Language!”

The red head took over:

“Yeah Fury, Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk…”

Arms still crossed, Steve made a playfully annoyed face.

“You know what Y/L/N and Romanoff?”

You two snickered, but the mood fell when Bruce came to the conclusion that Ultron was going to evolve.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”

You clasped your hand on your mouth, muttering a ���shit!’

“Language Y/N…” 

You shot a death at Natasha who just shrugged and bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

“This situation ain’t laughable Nat! Be serious for once!”

She didn’t say anything, just continued to look at you from the corner of her eye, popping some bread in her mouth. She smirked and leaned in, whispering. Thankfully, Lila had already left to go to bed, so she wouldn’t hear:

“Listen babe, stop being cranky and go tell Rogers over there to dick you down. Not too loud though, I’m still gonna try and sleep…”

You blushed and pushed her cheek away, chuckling to yourself.

“Revenge for earlier, bitch.”

“Whatever Nat, at least, I’m not afraid of asking for what I want…”

You stuck your tongue at her and both of you laughed at your childish behavior. You relished these moments with Nat. You two were actually very close, and seeing each other happy and laid back always made your heart swell with joy.

•

When everyone started going to bed, Laura informed you that you and Steve would be sleeping in the last room, the one that was farthest away from the childrens’. You two nodded bashfully when she added:

“Please don’t make too much noise tonight…”

You grabbed Steve’s hand, leading him to the room. You closed the door and sighed, sitting on the bed. Your boyfriend looked down at you as you shook your head and buried it in your hands. 

“Honey… Do you wanna talk about what happened there?”

You inhaled sharply, looking back up at him. He was towering you, but in a comforting way. He was hesitant too, not sure if you wanted him to touch you. 

“Hold me Steve… please.”

He nodded and grabbed you, moving you upwards, settling his back against the headboard, and your head and torso laid on his ridiculously huge pecs. He started rubbing your back, soothing you.

“I- Nat and Bruce…. They were gonna get married! It was great at first… And then I arrived to a house… our house… And we- we had a son, Steve, a son! His name was James...And I came in the house and he was crying, a-and,’ you were sobbing now, fat streaming down your cheeks, wetting Steve’s shirt. ‘A-and when I arrived, you were gone… You- you vanished Stevie.. And you left me alone with our baby… You l-left for P-Peggy… I don’t hate her, I swear, but at that moment my blood was boiling! And I just wanted to beat the shit outta everyone...”

Steve was mortified, and he reminded himself to breathe as his hands started to shake, surprisingly. He continued to caress your back, knowing better than to interrupt you. Every time you hiccuped, sniffled, his heart shattered even more, and he wanted to cry with you.

“And I got so angry… I- Oh my god Steve I-I k-killed him. I killed our son…”

You whispered the last part, and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would’ve never heard it. 

“I’m a monster Stevie… This, this enhancement is a curse… I’m so scared”

Your voice was trembling and Steve lifted your chin up. He’d tell you about what he saw later. Right now, he just needed to take care of his girl.

“Doll. Y/N, baby, look at me. You are not  a monster. That sokovian chick was just tryna mess with your mind. Don’t you ever think so lowly of yourself, cause you aren’t low. At all. I love you, so, so much, and I would never leave you… You’re my girl. And I cherish you, and I live for you, and I'll die for you if I have to… I just wish you’d understand it like I do baby… I’m not Steve from the 40’s, and I’m certainly not the Steve who fell in love with Peggy… She’ll always have a special place in my heart… She was my best girl after all… But you? Oh no, baby, you’re different. You’re my forever girl.” 

You smiled softly at him, and when he pecked your lips, trying to see if you were okay with his more invasive touch, you responded with enthusiasm, deepening it. He groaned as you tried to put your tongue in his mouth, but he parted suddenly, leaving you a breathless mess.

“Stevie?”

“I told you you were my forever girl, but i want to prove it to you honey… I want to prove to you that you deserve all the love in the world and that I’ll be worthy of you.”

He kissed you again, before grasping your waist and flipping you over. You grinned, still feeling a few tears on your cheeks as your face muscles worked. His blue eyes were piercing into yours, making your cheeks heat up. 

“I love you, light of my life…”

You giggled, clutching his cheeks. His orbs searched yours, and he told you everything he felt through them. 

“I love you too, cinnamon…”

You called him that when you teased him for not liking cinnamon, and would put a tad in his tea, just to annoy him. Steve rubbed his nose over yours, his small eye wrinkles showing his happiness. You felt his hands slide along your body, feeling you up. 

“I love this body… love the way you feel, love how soft you are…”

You sighed, getting yourself comfortable as you understood what was going to happen. He lifted your night shirt, exposing your soft stomach, who had toned more after the numerous missions and training. Steve kissed your belly, slightly blowing in your belly button, making you giggle. He lIcked his lips when he lifted the shirt higher, eventually helping you take the clothing off, revealing your breasts. The sudden rush of cold air made you shiver, and your brown nipples instantly hardened. With the one hand that wasn’t holding your hip, he started tweaking them, and you whimpered. Steve’s cock stirred in his pants.

“I love these too… they’re so pretty, and soft, could suck on them all day if you’d let me…” 

He continued to appreciate your body as he encapsulated your nipple with his mouth. You almost whined, but stopped yourself, knowing you two were not in the seclusion of your closed quarters, but in a house where all your teammates and children were sleeping. 

Steve licked the hard bud a few times, tasting the salty flesh that had a small cocoa butter aftertaste. He listened to your small pants with joy, his ego boosting up every time he pleasured you. He wasn’t going to tell you, after the rather traumatic day and memories, but he couldn’t help but imagine what your boobs would look like full and round with milk. They would definitely leak, and the blond imagined liquid amber-like milk pooling into his mouth, and he sucked harder, making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“Ah’, you tried to whisper, ‘Steve…”

With a pop, he let go of your breast, before doing the same to the other, only this time, he slot his knee in between your thighs, moving it in an up-and-down motion, grazing your pussy through your leggings. He smirked against your body when he felt you grind down, pleasuring yourself. 

“That’s it Doll, use me, rub that pretty pussy all over me…” 

Ah. it had started. Steve’s foul mouth. He talked so dirty during sex, a funny contrast to his eloquant, everyday, Captain speech. That’s when you loved him the most: raw, dismantled, real, Steve. When he was finally done with your torso, not that you were complaining, this man sure knew how to make you come just by nipple stimulation, he kissed your neck  sucking a hickey on your collar bones. You gasped; there was normally a ‘no visible marks’ rule when you were on duty, but Steve wanted to show his love too much to care. And if that meant bruising your neck to let everyone know you were his, he’d do it. 

Between the knee rubbing and the pulse point nipping, you felt yourself becoming wetter, and soon enough, you just wanted more. Your hips started thrashing against him, wanting to let him know that you wanted more. 

“Mhm… honey… You’re wet, aren’t ya? Can smell that delicious pussy from here…”

He took a long whif, making you blush, before he bit your neck rather harshly, making you yelp. You slapped his forearm gently scolding him, but he just chuckled and licked the spot, soothing the mark with his tongue. 

“now , let’s getchu out of these pants… i just wanna feel you all clenchy 'round my dick, baby”

You gasped exaggeratedly, looking at him in the eyes: 

“Language! “  

Steve shook his head playfully but said nothing, too occupied by taking your leggings off. You lifted your hips and butt as he pulled them down, revealing your simple black underwear that you wore for missions. He smirk became even wider, and he gently slapped your supple, brown thighs, loving the way they jiggled under his touch.

“Look at these thighs, Mama… God, you’re hot”

You hummed, acknowledging his words, and he continued to feel this scarred and bumpy muscle, marked by the years of fighting, stretch marks and a few cellulite patches here and there. He bent down, kissing every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, and he admired the brown, shiny skin that enveloped your body. During the 40’s, it was forbidden for white and black people to get married, but that didn’t mean it never happened. Steve remembered the scandal of the neighborhood: one of the butcher’s sons had fallen in love with this gorgeous black woman who worked for a rich white family. The whole neighborhood had put shame on the son, who eventually moved out and ran away with his lady. Steve also reminicised how his mother had sat him down at the table, telling him that “the black folks should get married with the black folks, and the white folks with the white folks, it’s better that way.” 

Oh how he would laugh at his Ma’s face if she saw him right now, his head between a black woman’s thighs.

 The blond thought about Bucky who had just shrugged when they talked about that ‘incident’:

“I mean… Did you see William’s dame? If I was him, I would’ve done the same… can’t let that gorgeous woman be without me. I don’t give no care for color; if the girl’s pretty, the girl’s pretty…” 

Buck would certainly be proud of him for managing to pull a beautiful woman like yourself. 

He got out of his thoughts when he heard you whine quietly.

“I gotchu baby, I’ll give you what you want… patience my dear..” 

He moved up to your level, his face pressed into your neck, torso against yours. He was almost crushing you, but you loved that feeling: you felt safe when he acted like a weighted blanket. You curled your arms around him, sliding your hands into his blond hair. You inhaled sharply when he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your darker folds to his greedy fingers. He gently pressed his hand on your mons pubis, feeling the small pouch. He laughed when you gave him a death glare, and your hips were moving upwards, trying to get his hand to touch lower.

“And I love this pretty pussy… Look at her, all opened up for me, can’t wait to have my fingers in her, can’t she?”

You groaned, slightly annoyed by his teasing.

“No Stevie, she can’t wait… better put your hands to good use, or I’ll do it m’self.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but didn’t have time to retort when his middle and index fingers swiped over your clit, making you keen. He hummed and continued, showing the little bundle of nerves some love. He rubbed it slowly, sometimes pausing to suck on his fingers a bit, adding lubrication to the whole act. You panted, trying to be quiet, and when a finger started entering you, he lifted himself up, placing his other hand on your mouth.

“Shh honey…. You don’t wanna wake everyone up, don’tcha?” 

You shook your head and he released his hand:

“Good girl… you’re my good fuckin’ girl.”

He started moving his finger into you, shivering at the way your tight walls were clenching around a single digit. You panted, pawing at Steve’s shoulders and purring in his ear.

“Mhm… Stevie…’, you dragged out, ‘Put another finger in me, c.mon, make me cum…”

He did exactly what you’d asked him, and you moaned in his hair, trying to muffle your noises.

“Yeah baby, y’like when I play with your pussy? Like it when I finger this greedy fuckin’ pussy?”

“God, Stevie, ya got a mouth on you…”

He smirked, his ego going up a notch, as he felt you tighten down on him due to his filthy words. He continued fingering you to oblivion, rubbing on the spongy spots in you that always made you tremble and beg for more. You whimpered and he scissored his fingers in you, the obscene squelch of his fingers had pink dusting over Steve’s pale cheeks. The only things you could focus on were the in and out motions of Steve’s fingers in you, the blunt nails scraping the moist muscle, his big thumb rubbing your clit in now fast, precise circles, and of course, his never ending rant about how he loved your cunt.

“D’ya hear that doll? Hear how noisy that greedy kitty of yours is? Shit, fuckin’ swallowin my fingers…”

He was so deep in you, and when he hit the spot, you almost screamed. His head shot up, leaving its place from the crook of your neck and he captured your lips with his, hushing your moans. He used all of his arms’ strength to plow you, and your thighs shaked around his forearm. Your heart was thrumming, and you became hotter with every stroke. The first time Steve made you come, it had been a while since the last time you had sex, and he was startled by how hot your body heat became. Now, he was used to it, and relished the feeling of your burning hot heat clenching around him. 

White hot pleasure invaded all your senses, and he continued pulling and pushing his fingers. You wanted to wail, purr, claw his back, but you didn’t have time: your whole body trembled, and after a few rubs on your engorged clit, you came, muffling your cries of ecstasy in your lover’s mouth. 

Tears of pure, sheer pleasure fell down your face, replacing the old, sad ones, and Steve grabbed your cheek with his clean hand, watching your face in awe. You were glowing, and he was sure that only goddesses looked that ethereal when they came; and Steve was pretty certain you were one. 

“Shh… shh honey, you were so good t’me, creaming all over my fingers, I love you….”

You hiccuped, rubbing your face over his neck, breathing his reassuring scent.

“*hic* I-I love you too…”

He smiled the sweetest smile at you, showing off his perfect pearly whites. You watched him with hooded eyelids as he unbuckled his belt, the clings of the metal making your abused pussy clench again. He sighed when his enormous bulge came out of the confines of the jeans, and he couldn’t help but squeeze his length through his boxers. You giggled, and he smirked bashfully, looking at you from underneath his long lashes. You slowly spread your legs, revealing your glistening folds to him. He groaned and you bit your lip. His boxers pooled at his feets, and he quickly stepped out of them. His tight, blue shirt was next, and goddamn, someone get this man a bra! 

He stood there, his naked glory making him look like some statue crafted like the gods. Your core thrummed, and he stalked towards you, hard dick swinging with every step he took. He crawled on the bed, his blue eyes now darkened by lust. He settled between your thighs, licking his lips and you watched him play with his dick, tugging it a few times, getting it fully hard. You inhaled everytime his muscles rippled and his veins popped out. His pink, uncut cock was wetting itself with the unnatural load of precum he was producing, and he would exhale sharply when he pressed his index on the fat tip. When he was satisfied, he stood on his knees, his right hand parting your thighs, and with the other, he guided himself in your waiting core. You two hissed as he entered you, your walls recognizing the familiar shape and girth of him, and they fluttered around him, letting him in. 

“Goddamn baby, that fuckin’ cunt!” 

He groaned and fell on top of you again, keeping himself steadied thanks to his forearms. You purred as he bottomed out completely, feeling him in you. He didn’t move for a while, just letting you feel him. He locked eyes with you, and he was so close that your breaths mixed together. He stared at you, and you swore you saw his eyes twinkle. Lifting your head up, you kissed him, tongues mingling together. He started moving, his cock dragging against your walls, and you threw your head back, your back arching. Steve kept watching. His eyes never left your undulating body, and he completely forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be fucking you. He slowed his movements and his heart beat hard in his chest as you moaned lowly. Fuck, he loved you. 

“You’re staring, Stevie, aren’t you supposed to be fucking me?” 

His eyes went wide, and he huffed out, a shy smile adorning his features. 

“Sorry doll, you’re just so beautiful…”

You giggled and shook your head, but it was quickly dissolved by a groan as he pushed in suddenly, hitting your cervix. Your boyfriend started plowing in you, literally re-arranging your insides. It was so hard to stay quiet, and Steve lifted himself on one arm, and pushed his other thumb in your mouth, helping you keep your mouth closed. Your eyes rolled back, and you moaned as you tasted the salty, tangy flesh that tasted so… Steve. 

Sometimes, in these moments of intimacy you felt powerful: you were the only one who could make your Stevie act like this; no one had to know that you sucked Steve’s thumb like it was his cock, and that he talked to you in a way that would make a fisherman blush… It was just your own, little dirty secret. 

The blond started panting, releasing little huh huh huh’s and you clenched down on his length, enjoying the way he sputtered out a curse. His hips were undulating with yours, and you two were moving like one single being. His cock was hitting deep in your pussy, and you felt the fat head rub your g-spot, making you mewl, your face buried between his pecs. You tilted your head, watching where you and your lover were connected: his thick, long shaft was disappearing in you with every thrust, and your hungry pussy welcomed him with open legs and wetness. You were coating his dick and the blond hairs at the base with love juice, and the filthy wet noises could be heard again. Steve was growling in your ear, whispering obscene things to you.

“Yeah, that’s it honey. Take that dick, take it.” “Oooh shit, your pussy’s a champ, fuck, squeezin’ me so darn good doll…” “Hun, y’feel that? Feel how deep i am in this greedy cunt of yours?” “Give it t’me, honey, c’mon take what you need then give it t’me”

At this point, you were an absolute mess. You were shaking in his arms as his cock reached depts only he could explore, and as he hit your g-spot over and over again, you started sobbing, the bliss you were feeling almost becoming unbearable. He made you feel incredible, he made you feel beautiful, but most importantly, he made you feel loved. 

You moaned as he slammed his hips in you, stilling, before repeating the motion. Flames deliciously licked your veins, and you felt something powerful building in your belly. Steve felt it too, because before you knew it, he was nibbling your nipples softly and pinching your clit, adding even more stimulation. With a thumb-muffled shout, you came harder than ever, wetting his lower half, your inner thighs and his as well. 

Hiccuping, you whined as he filled you with his cum, after feeling you clamp down on him multiple times. You sniffled happily when you felt his seed venture in your womb, and as Steve came down from his high, you kissed his face, trying to get your lips on every mole, freckle and dimple. He started chuckling and hugged you tightly, kissing your neck. After a while of just laying in each other’s embrace, basking in the afterglow, Steve lifted himself up, clutching your face in between his hands, like you knew he loved to do. The position was perfect to look at you in the eyes, and he grinned lovingly at your fucked up face:

“My forever girl…”

Fin.

A/N: i think i should just stick to writing p0rn without plot, plots are so complicated… but be indulgent pls lmao it’s been a while… i hope y’all can forgive me for my scattered brain and her ideas 

Feedback/reblogs are v appreciated <3❤ I spent a lot of time on this one, and I hope it won’t flop

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Hello there I read a post of your and you mentioned the star wars comics Can you please suggest some good ones to read about the prequels or the original trilogy era? I would be most grateful

Hi!  BOY, I CAN I.  :D PREQUELS COMICS: - Obi-Wan & Anakin by Charles Soule.  This is probably my favorite prequels comic, for both iddy reasons (the art is gorgeous, there are some joyfully extra Jedi shenanigans, Obi-Wan & Anakin’s relationship is darling, etc.), but also because it’s really, really good when you read the whole thing and look at what it’s saying about the plot, the Jedi and their view of their relationship with the Republic, their relationship with Anakin and his relationship with them, and why everyone views things the way they do, right down to Palpatine poisoning everything for everyone. - Age of Republic by Jody Houser.  This is a series of oneshots (don’t let the numbers fool you) for various hero and villain characters and all of them are really good.  My favorite is the Obi-Wan one (obviously) because it’s so good at exploring his relationship with Anakin, but the Padme and Anakin and Maul ones all have really excellent character moments as well. - Star Wars Adventures by various authors.  I enjoy pretty much all of the Adventures comics, no matter what era they’re in!  I don’t remember specifically which numbers the prequels ones are--there aren’t very many, but I’m recommending the whole run because there’s a lot of OT comics in there as well and the ST comics are really, really cute ones.  They’re light-hearted but have some great worldbuilding bits and have some amazing Padme moments especially.  (SWA #12-13 have the Anakin/Padme date episode that’s hilarious + the 2019 Annual has an amazing story about Breha telling baby Leia about her friend Queen Padme Amidala.)  There’s also a story about Mace helping a young Twi’lek girl somewhere in that run that’s WONDERFUL. - Clone Wars Battle Tales by Michael Moreci.  It’s a kids’ series (part of the Adventures line) but it has so many great moments for both the clones and the Jedi.  Both hilarious and with some touching moments (oh my god, Plo & Wolffe’s interactions got me right in the feelings and Obi-Wan is my fave forever, as always) and it’s a nicely done 5 issue mini-series. - Jedi of the Republic - Mace Windu by Matt Owens.  Don’t let the art put you off (it is an acquired taste, if that) because the story itself is really worth digging into, a great look at Mace and the Jedi and their struggle with their role in being warriors in the Clone Wars, as well as their capacity for compassion and care when someone is deeply unfair to the people around them.  It’s an excellent Mace story but also has Kit Fisto being amazing in it, so it’s also worth reading for that. - Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith vol. 2 by Charles Soule.  Set in the immediate aftermath of Revenge of the Sith, this is a phenomenal look at Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader and how they are absolutely the same person.  The bigger arc of this story illustrates all these various Jedi that Anakin meets, showing him paths he could have taken instead of the one he did--he could have went on sabbatical, he could have left the Jedi for a family, he could have found other paths, he could have helped even while falling to the dark side--and he rejects every single one of them because he refuses to believe there were any other options than the one he has.  Add in some incredible worldbuilding and this is the comic for understanding Darth Vader, for me. - Kanan: The Last Padawan by Greg Weisman.  Another must-read, for the stunningly gorgeous art, for the amazing cuteness of baby Jedi, for the incredibleness of everything of Depa Billaba, and for the heartbreak of watching Caleb Dume become Kanan Jarrus after the Jedi Purge.  The worldbuliding is amazing (the look at the Jedi is so satisfying!) and the deeper understanding of Kanan’s origins and heartbreak at watching how much he suffered through all of that, it’s just gorgeously done. ORIGINAL COMICS: - Darth Vader vol. 1 by Kieron Gillen.  It’s best to read this concurrently with the Star Wars ongoing (from 2015 by Jason Aaron) because the first 6+ issues overlap with each other, but after that, read in whatever order you like.  This series is amazing and I would probably say, if you’re going to read one Darth Vader comic, it should be this one (even though the Soule one is my favorite), because Gillen really nails that balance of keeping him something of a mystical figure while also exploring the character.  There are so many absolutely iconic moments from this run that are Must Reads. - Darth Vader vol. 3 by Greg Pak.  While I almost put this in the prequels second, because while it’s set between ANH and ESB there are a lot of flashbacks and aftermath of prequels era stuff.  It’s less than 10 issues into its run yet, but every issue has been grabbing me by the throat and really giving us another entire comic full of gut-punches about what a shit lord Anakin Skywalker chose to be while also breaking our hearts for him. - Star Wars vol. 1 by Jason Aaron.  While the main series has been rebooted and is now being written by Charles Soule, the Jason Aaron one is absolutely worth reading, it’s centered around the time just post-ANH, where Luke and Leia and Han are having adventures and it does the brilliant job of exploring the characters in meaningful ways while working around the framework of the original movies and adding onto them to make them even better, imo.  Plus, there are some Obi-Wan issues in there that are absolute heartbreakers. - Star Wars vol. 2 by Charles Soule.  We’re only on the second arc at this point, but the first arc with Luke recently wrapped up and it was really amazing, Soule is really good at drawing connections between the character arcs of both the PT and the OT,  ones that may not always occur to me on the first read, but once I go back, it really feels it’s deliberate.  Luke struggling with the dark side in the aftermath of ESB and the revelations there and how he deals with it?  Incredible. - As mentioned above, the Star Wars Adventures comics have a lot of OT ones (anything with Leia tends to be my favorite) and they might be aimed at a younger audience, but they are often gorgeously drawn and have either really iconic moments or are just really feel-good reads. - Shattered Empire is a four-issue mini-series that’s basically the aftermath of ROTJ and setting up a lot of stuff that’ll happen in the years between the OT and the ST.  The art is absolutely stunning, you will fall in love with Poe Dameron’s mother, and there’s some great nods to what the original trio was up to.  It’s great for connective tissue, but also I just genuinely enjoyed it for itself. HONORABLE MENTIONS: - It’s been awhile since I read either of the Maul comics (the one by Cullen Bunn I remember really enjoying, and I haven’t read Son of Dathomir by Jeremy Barlow yet) but they’re worth picking up, if you’re enjoying SW comics. - The Adventures comics had a Tales from Vader’s Castle + Return to Vader’s Castle series released near Halloween for some cutely spooky stories that I really loved, if you like the Adventures comics.  There’s a hilarious one with Dracula!Dooku references as a nod to Christopher Lee’s portrayal of the character that absolutely delighted me. - If you enjoy her introduction in Darth Vader vol. 1, the Doctor Aphra comics are excellent reads as well. I also loved the Princess Leia mini-series by Mark Waid

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I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too! 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her? 

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question? 

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls? 

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down?? 

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases 

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up. 

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD 

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide. 

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on. 

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs. 

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask  + the burns 

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just  a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later. 

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all. 

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t  r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him. 

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed. 

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine. 

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism? 

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin? 

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right. 

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute. 

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed??? 

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space. 

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too??? 

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :((( 

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner 

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner. 

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it? 

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao. 

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks: 

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TMA Child Avatars AU

Alright, so ever since I listened to the episode about Agnes’s origins, I keep thinking about an AU where a bunch of the other Entities, after realizing that it’s at least possible to create an avatar from birth, perform their own rituals and make a bunch of the future Archives gang. This AU has a lot of potential for angst, but since TMA is sad enough, I’ll probably mostly focus on the world building and fluffy/funny stuff (‘cus god knows I’m a slut for that shit).

To all my followers, I’m sorry I keep making kid AUs; I got told in like 2015 or so that I sucked at writing kids and it’s Never Left My Mind, so now I always wanna make stupid AUs in order to practice writing kids better (I also have an original story I wanna write soon with a ten year old as the main character, so yeah, I need all the practice I can get).

Anyways, here’s all I’ve got on the AU this far (explanation under the cut; a very long post is up ahead):

Character Backstories

Jonathan “Jon” Sims - Apprentice Archivist of the Eye

Jon is a very complicated story, at least from everyone outside of the Eye’s gaze. It was Elias’s idea to create him, and were it not for Gertrude getting lucky, no one but Elias, Peter Lukas, and Simon Fairchild would have ever known that Jon existed until he was ready to become the next archivist. Gertrude found out by pure chance when she accepted a live statement from one very frightened Delores Sims, who told the archivist about how a strange man had been stalking her ever since she found out she was pregnant. Out of completely nowhere, her husband died a month after she conceived, and even though it looked like an accident, Delores swore that she saw an arm surrounded by fog push him down the stairs. Things only grew worse for her over the next few weeks, as in the midst of her grieving her dead husband, Delores began seeing green, glowing irises out of the corners of her eyes, watching her every move as she lived her life, which was followed by the stalker in question appearing constantly in her dreams, always watching her from afar, an unpleasant and frankly unnerving grin on his face the entire time.

Suspicious, and finding the description of the stalker all too familiar by the end of the statement, Gertrude investigated Delores’s claims on her own time, going so far as to break into Elias’s office in order to dig up more information on whatever he was up to. No matter what her theories may have been, none of them were anything like what she found in his letters to his associates. Somehow, Elias had conspired alongside the Lukas and Fairchild families to find their heirs/avatars together, and Elias was the last person to acquire one of his own. Gertrude was unsure of the details at the time (and she still unfortunately is), but from what she could gather, the child growing in Delores Sims’ body was somehow touched by the Eye because of something Elias had done, and they would be born with the perfect framework to have the powers that an archivist learns over several years of training at birth! With no time to lose, Gertrude got back into contact with Delores, and after much discussion between the two women, she convinced Delores to come to her apartment when she eventually went into labor, and to give Gertrude the baby after they were born so that she could keep them safe from Elias.

The birth was meant to be done in secret, but the second the first contraction occurred, there was a knock on Gertrude’s door, Elias waiting for her on the other side with an unhappy grimace on his face. He came armed with a gun, and threatened to murder Gertrude if she didn’t allow him to claim the child as his own. Aware she still had many rituals to stop in the near future, and that none of her assistants were experienced enough to stop them by themselves, Gertrude reluctantly agreed to let him inside, but on one condition; the child had to be shared between them. Elias was abrasive to the idea of course, but he eventually complied with his archivist’s demands, not wanting to replace her so early on in her career. The sight of her stalker coming into the bedroom to watch her give birth unfortunately sent Delores into a panic attack while she was still very much in labor, making the rest of the birth a rather dangerous thing, but the child survived, leaving his mother terrified and shaking. Gertrude had planned on letting her go on her merry way after the baby was born, but Elias wasn’t taking any chances, and he shot her as soon as he deemed it safe to.

Since then, Gertrude and Elias have had dual custody of Jonathan- the name was Gertrude’s idea, on the grounds that it was a nice, proper name for a young man- trading him back and forth every other week. It’s been hard, especially with the adults he calls his parents wanting to kill each other, but Jon’s oblivious to most of the fighting right now, assuming his folks are just going through a messy divorce.

Martin Blackwood-Lukas - Adoptive Son of Peter Lukas

Peter ended up running very behind in the whole child avatar thing (a first for his family, something Simon reminds him of on a daily basis), and he really struggled with creating a baby avatar that would actually be able to “keep up” with the other young messiahs that were coming to be. Eventually he realized that his family’s usual method would take too long, so out of desperation he went to Elias and Simon for help. It was Simon’s idea that worked; he suggested that since the normal methods weren’t working, and kids usually don’t become lonely until they’re older, that Peter should try his own summoning ritual like the Lightless Flame did with Agnes. Peter was hesitant at first, but he gave in quickly, sacrificing a number of lonely souls to his entity in a well-timed manner, until finally, he found a small, swaddled baby in the midst of the fog; a supposed gift from the Lonely for his loyalty.

Peter was delighted by this discovery, and so were his colleagues, the men relieved that their hard work had actually paid off for once. After naming the little boy Martin- it was Elias’s idea, though he didn’t have much of an exact reason for the name, simply claiming that it “suited” the child- and before long, Peter began raising his newfound son much the same as he was; in almost total isolation, save for a variety of rotating nannies and caregivers. Unfortunately for Peter, this went horribly wrong almost as soon as he got started, as by the time that Martin was six months old he had accidentally forced five different nannies into the fog out of fear of them leaving like the ones before them had. With no other options available, and being able to actually leave the fog if Martin threw anymore fits, Peter was forced to raise his son by hand, which again went wrong, but for very different reasons, as to his shock, he became quite attached to his adopted child.

This evolved into Peter having doubt of the Lonely for the first time in his life, but he refused to acknowledge it for as long as he could. But he was finally forced to when, after Martin turned five years old, the rest of the Lukas family insisted on performing a test on the child to see how well Martin could handle the fog without any guidance. He had been inside the fog before of course, with Peter holding his hand or carrying him through the dense chill, but the family wanted to isolate Martin inside for a full month. This secretly scared Peter like nothing else ever had, but out of fear of what his family might think, he didn’t say anything at the time, simply watching from afar as his son was dragged into the fog and left to fend for himself. The ritual went wrong within the first week, Martin having a full-scale breakdown and nearly hyperventilating to death, and yet the family kept him in there for another week before the intervention.

The results of the test of course disappointed the other members of the Lukas family, who suggested that they simply leave Martin to disappear into the fog and look for a new, more sufficient messiah to serve their god. The news hit Peter incredibly hard, and despite his previous inhibitions and fear, he knew he couldn’t let the Lonely consume his one and only son. So, without telling anyone of what he was up to, he ventured into the fog, rescued Martin, and fled to live with his estranged ex-husband the Magnus Institute. Since then he’s been living with Elias at his house and avoiding his family at all costs, all while young Martin has grown up alongside the other entity kids and has struggled to figure out his role in everything, but at least he has his dad on his side through all of this.

Sasha James - Chosen Daughter of the Mother of Puppets

(Note: I headcanon the Mother of Puppets as a giant spider, so that’s how I’m writing her… sorry if this is inaccurate, but I’m only on MAG 152, y’all. Besides, I think this is cool af.)

Sasha was very much planned, even more so than Agnes was so many years beforehand. The Mother of Puppets had her minions gather hundreds upon hundreds of orphaned infants and bring them to her nest. She swaddled each every one in her webbing and kept them like this for several weeks, allowing them time to adjust to the webbing and adapt. Unfortunately, most of these children weren’t cut out for the Web’s influence, and while a few indeed held their adoptive mother’s mark, almost none of them were marked deep enough to become a fully realized avatar. The unsuccessful batches were subsequently sent off to orphanages across the world and replaced with new babies, this process repeating for years and years, until finally, Sasha was born. There was nothing special about her parents, yet she not only bore The Web’s mark, she seemed to have it embedded into her very soul. This, of course, was met with celebration from the Web, and plans were quickly made as to how to raise her moving forward, as no one wanted Sasha to end up like Agnes did.

Annabelle Cane ended up being the one chosen to home Sasha for the first few years of her childhood, and she was dutiful in her new, rather honorable role, as she not only cared for the child well, but she treated Sasha as her own, though she was careful to be seen more as an older sister than a mother to the girl; that role was, of course, reserved for Sasha’s real mother. When Sasha finally turned five, the Mother of Puppets announced further plans for the young avatar, calling on Annabelle to take Sasha to the Magnus Institute and give her to one of their hidden agents there so that she could learn more about how the Web uses it’s influence over other entities. This worried Annabelle, who wanted to keep the child near her and prove that she was the most loyal of the mother’s children, but she would never disobey a direct order from the being that had given her life such meaning. So, rather reluctantly, Annabelle gave Sasha to another member of the Web, watching from the shadows as this unworthy follower took the blessed daughter into the institute for further training.

This went wrong within only a few months. Gertrude ended up finding out who the Web’s spy in the institute was, as she had suspected that another entity was trying to control her from the shadows, and after disposing of the threat and searching their home for anything useful that she could use against the Web, she found Sasha. The archivist was tempted to kill the supernatural child on sight, but while she can murder her assistants and enemies without much remorse, on the grounds that it’s always for the greater good, killing a child is a very different story. So she took Sasha in, raising the Web’s child as her own alongside the Eye’s own prodigy Jon, all while trying to help Sasha control her slowly budding powers. The Mother of Puppets has been trying to get Sasha back ever since, enraged that the child is so close to her yet just out of reach, but with no luck, though there’s no telling how long that will last.

Timothy & Daniel Stoker - Dancer and Future Ringmaster of the Stranger

Both Tim and Danny are chosen ones of the Stranger, created as soon as their god had gained enough spare power to create them. Tim was born first, being the Stranger’s first attempt at birthing an avatar that might be powerful enough to help lead the Unknowing, but Gertrude interrupted midway through the ritual. By some miracle, Tim survived the ordeal, but he was left “incomplete” to some degree, leaving him simply marked and not fully connected to the Stranger. The entity’s followers ended up keeping him around though, both because Nikola Orsinov was too fascinated by the newborn baby to give him up, and because his parents wanted him to survive, but it was agreed that another attempt would be made, this time with more planning involved. Four years later, Danny was born, and with Gertrude too preoccupied to intervene this time around (and because she didn’t realize they’d try again so soon), the ritual went much better and created a far more suitable vessel for the Stranger’s powers.

After that, Tim and Danny’s parents died, fully succumbing to the Stranger’s transformation and leaving them orphaned. Not that their presence was strictly necessary after the kids were born, as Nikola Orsinov was more than happy to take over in most of the child rearing, genuinely growing quite fond of the two boys, particularly Tim, as despite his lack of supernatural abilities, she found him to be rather endearing, which is probably the closest she can get to genuinely caring about someone. Both brothers were raised more or less the same way, save for Danny being showered with more praise and being trained as a future ringmaster while Tim was mostly ignored and trained to be a dancer. Some followers of the Stranger feared that Tim might harbor resentment towards his little brother and try to kill him someday, but to their surprise, Tim only grew more protective of him over the years, swearing to keep Danny safe as he grew up to fulfill his destiny and help their family mold the world in their image.

Eventually though, when Tim was eleven and Danny was seven, Tim realized what was actually happening behind the scenes, and not wanting his brother to risk being sacrificed for the world’s destruction, he told Danny everything, leading to the young messiah to run away with him to London (they were raised primarily in Russia, but moved with the circus a lot, and were in France at the time that they finally ran away). There, Tim found the infamous Gertrude Robinson, who he knew had the power to stop the Unknowing, as she had once saved him from becoming the Stranger’s avatar, and inadvertently led him to having a little brother. Tim and Danny have since moved in with Michael, and they visit the Magnus Institute whenever they get the chance, as both boys have grown to become friends with the other avatar kids. You’d think that the Stranger’s followers would be furious about all of this- don’t worry, many of their acolytes are- but Nikola has laughed it off entirely and keeps insisting that the boys are just having a “sleepover” or are away at “summer camp” (in fucking January, apparently).

Melanie King - Cadet of the Slaughter

Honestly, the Slaughter wasn’t as into the whole “let’s make an avatar from scratch!” thing that the other entities’ followers were doing, but hey, sometimes child avatars just kinda wind up on your doorstep, ya know? Melanie ended up being found at about four years old, sobbing on her hands and knees outside of a burning hospital and calling for her mommy and daddy to come back to her, but no one answered her cries, and she was left to weep for quite some time before someone found her. The hospital, you see, had been overrun by the Corruption and promptly burned to the ground by the Desolation, neither of which bothered to stick around for some worthless child. Melanie’s parents were both inside when the entities clashed, leaving her orphaned and scared, and while Alfred Grifter, who had been on his way to a show with his bandmates at the time that he found her, had intended on just leaving her be, he saw the overwhelming rage and blood-lust in her crying eyes, and realized in that moment that she was touched by the urge to kill, just like he was.

Melanie was promptly taken in by Alfred Grifter and the band, who honestly had no idea what the hell they were doing. On one hand, Alfred knew that keeping a kid around was unbelievably dangerous for all parties involved, but on the other, he really didn’t want to leave Melanie all by herself, for fear of what she might do if left without any guidance from “people” who knew what she was going through, at least to some degree. That isn’t to say Alfred and his bandmates were all that great at raising her- they mostly just brought her to gigs and let her play on her Gameboy backstage while they started massacres- but they did at least try to give her somewhat of a home. It wasn’t until five years into this that some other Slaughter followers found out about Melanie’s existence, to which they told Alfred to give her to them for proper training. Knowing her life would be horrible with them, Alfred gave his ward a backpack full of everything she ever owned, a kid sized guitar, her Gameboy, and sent her on the run.

Melanie was scared out of her mind at first, having grown to see Alfred and his bandmates as her new family; she had already lost her parents, so why did she have to lose the band, too!? But there were no other options, she had to run, so she did just that, attacking any adult who tried to stop her along the way. She didn’t actually know about the Magnus Institute when she made her way to London, and Alfred didn’t tell her to go there or anything, but she ended up being spotted by Adelard Dekker while she was looking for a place to stay in the area. Seeing that Melanie was an avatar of some kind, Adelard managed to convince her that he was safe, and to let him take her to someone that could help her. He brought Melanie straight to Gertrude Robinson, who agreed to house the child since Adelard couldn’t, though she ended up letting one of her unofficial assistants (*cough* Gerry *cough*) take her to live in his flat so she wouldn’t be as easy for Elias to monitor/get ahold of.

Julia Montauk & Alice “Daisy” Tonner - Children of the Hunt

(Watch as I fuck with timelines so badly that the people who keep track of this shit will order a hit on me) The Hunt found both of their avatars in strikingly similar yet different ways; Julia was first, born from the womb of another entity’s follower, but bound for so much more than anything the Dark could give her. Years after her destined birth, Julia’s mother was viciously murdered by the People’s Church when she was just five years old, her father Robert Montauk going down the path of becoming a fully-fledged Hunter, and in the process he unknowingly marked Julia with his newfound entity, which in turn unlocked an unprecedented potential inside of her, not that it was fully realized until another tragedy struck her. This next tragedy, unfortunately, claimed Julia’s father. Mr. Pitch was mistakenly summoned, and in it’s rage, it destroyed Robert while he was in the midst of a sacrifice. The monster would’ve gotten Julia next, had it not been for the intervention of a nearby Hunter.

Trevor Herbert honestly didn’t mean to get involved, but when he witnessed a little girl screaming as she ran out of a house, a giant mass of darkness chasing after her, and no one willing to so much as call the damn cops, he knew he had to rescue the poor kid. In a flash he ran over, picked Julia up, and ran away with her to safety, managing to get her in his car (which he stole, but that’s not important) and drive as far away from her old home as possible. In the aftermath, Trevor had no idea what to do with Julia, since he had never actually wanted any kids of his own, but… well, he ain’t heartless, and that monster was still out there somewhere, just waiting to sink it’s cursed teeth into this young child’s flesh. Trevor ended up keeping her after that, becoming her adoptive father as he traveled with her around the UK, slowly but surely training her to hunt the same monsters that claimed her beloved parents.

You’d think that would be the end of Trevor Herbert adopting little girls marked by the Hunt, but nope, he just can’t catch a fucking break! He found Daisy about a year later, when Julia was eight and becoming more adjusted to her new lifestyle. Again, Trevor wasn’t really planning on going on any hunts at the time that this happened, he was just traveling through the area, but upon finding a bloodied up, terrified little girl being chased by a boy who looked possessed… well, it wasn’t like Julia wasn’t lonely, and again, Trevor isn’t heartless, and he sure as hell can’t let things go. So yeah, he kidnapped another child touched by the Hunt, even though this one actually had a living parent, and once again he took to traveling the UK with his adoptive daughters, secretly reveling in his new role as a father. Daisy, while scared at first, quickly grew fond of her new family, and even fonder of her new nickname after Trevor patched up her wounds, and noticed a flower-shaped scar on her back, prompting him to start affectionately calling her Daisy.

Yep, things were going pretty good for the family of three, but of course, shit eventually caught up with Trevor, not that he thought he could avoid it forever.

The police eventually caught wind of “Trevor the Tramp” traveling with two little girls who looked an awful lot like the missing thirteen and ten year olds Julia Montauk and Alice Tonner, and in his desperation to keep from getting arrested and having his children taken away, Trevor fled to downtown London in order to lie low for awhile and raise his daughters in relative peace, only ever going out for food runs and the occasional hunt. It was through one of these hunts that he ended up meeting Gerard Keay, the two of them chasing after the same book that had been summoning shadow people to wreck havoc on the city, and after a bit of back and forth banter over the campfire that was once a Leitner, Gerry convinced Trevor to move in with him so that the girls and him would be safer and actually have a home. Although he was hesitant to accept an offer he thought was too good to be true (also, he’s not gonna lie, he thought Gerry was a vampire when they met), Trevor agreed and moved into Gerry’s flat with his daughters, and has since helped Gertrude and her assistants with monster hunts.

Oliver Banks & Georgie Barker - Fetchlings of The End

Georgie and Oliver are an odd story, with the latter of the two having gained his powers as a mere toddler, being plagued with horrible, ghastly dreams that would keep him awake through the night, leaving him absolutely haggard by morning. His father tried everything to help Oliver through this torment- counseling, medication, bedtime rituals- but nothing worked, and before long, Oliver’s beloved father was claimed by his nightmares, dying of a heart attack that he couldn’t stop. Alone and misunderstood by everyone who tried to raise him, Oliver ran away countless times, coming across Georgie during his last attempt. He found the little girl to also be on the run for similar reasons, but unlike him, she wasn’t the least bit afraid. She wasn’t exactly happy, but she wasn’t a bawling mess like he was. Together, the two of them struggled to survive, relying on kindhearted drifters for support while they avoided the police until, at long last, something took pity on them, that something being a large, fat tabby cat.

As it were, the tabby cat- dubbed The Admiral by Georgie- wasn’t a normal cat in the slightest, and although it couldn’t speak, it’s intentions were clear; it was there to help these lost, orphaned children. Oliver was skeptical of course, but Georgie wasn’t about to look a gift cat in the mouth, so Oliver reluctantly followed the cat and his little sister to an apartment building, and from there, into an unoccupied flat. Since then, the two children have been living with Admiral in that very same flat, the cat providing them with a fully stocked fridge, warm beds, and running water. It’s still unclear what the Admiral is, but he seems kind enough, and is obviously quite protective of his newfound children, accompanying them on their outings and occasional visits to the institute.

Michael Crew - Prodigy of The Vast

Out of all avatars to be raising children for their entity, Simon Fairchild absolutely has had the most fun with it all, treating it almost like a fun game or pastime. He was the first (save for the Lightless Flame having Agnes, of course) to “create” an avatar child, and from minute one he was overjoyed with the results. A few years after news broke of Agnes’ origins, and the followers of other entities were all arguing over whether or not to follow suit, Simon didn’t bother waiting for anyone’s input or permission, simply throwing himself into the deep end and praying he could make his plan work. Seemingly overnight, Simon somehow acquired a baby later identified as the missing and presumably dead infant Michael Crew, who he referred to as Mike when he finally introduced him to his friends/associates. He still hasn’t told anyone how he even got the kid- not even Peter or Elias know what he did!- but by some means, he illegally adopted Mike and took to raising the kid like a duck takes to water; a bit unsure at first, but growing to love it fast!

When Mike was introduced to the rest of the entity followers community, many were shocked (excuse the pun) to see that the infant had a long, frightening Lichtenberg scar running down his right arm, his back, and his right leg, the scars glowing a bright blue whenever he took to the sky or, as Elias learned the hard way after accidentally annoying Mike by bouncing him on his knee for too long when he was a toddler, used his powers to electrocute people. Even with his child being such an oddity, even among other avatars, Simon took it all in stride, proudly bragging about Mike to anyone who would listen, most of these people being victims of the Vast, who were hardly able to hear Simon’s excited rambling over their own shrieks of terror. He usually also insisted on bringing Mike with him, even when he was a mere infant, though he at least kept the kid in a tight harness on his chest. In all honesty, Simon being such an excited parent was what kick-started a lot of other avatars to start acquiring their own child avatars, as he made it look so easy!

However, things weren’t always perfect, especially on Mike’s end as he grew older. Being the eldest and more or less “firstborn” of this new generation of entity-made avatars put a lot of pressure on him at a very early age, pressure which Simon tried to help him deal with by not acknowledging it, which unfortunately didn’t help in the slightest. Thankfully Mike started to feel less unsure of his place in the world as he reached his teen years, seeing as the younger kids were now getting all the attention and giving him a chance to breathe. Even now that he’s an angsty teenager, Mike loves Simon like a father, referring to him as such without hesitation. This, of course, delights Simon to no end, and makes all his peers low-key high-key jealous of the awesome relationship he has with his son.

Helen Richardson - Droplet of The Spiral

Not much was known about Helen when Michael first found her. After being sent into The Spiral by Gertrude on what he thought to be a suicide mission for the greater good, Michael was half certain he wouldn’t find anything but his end in that place. Instead he found a small, strange toddler where he was meant to find… well, he didn’t actually know what, but certainly not a baby, that’s for sure! With no one watching baby Helen, and therefore making him believe that she had been abandoned by The Spiral’s other creations, Michael had no reservations against scooping her up and taking her back to the physical world with him, where he was met be a very confused Gertrude Robinson. Michael wasn’t exactly keen on killing/abandoning a baby after he got out, so he and Gertrude brought her back to London with them in hopes of finding out more about the odd child. Along the way, it became clear that the baby was gifted with The Spiral’s powers, the giggly toddler continually screwing with reality, though she wasn’t aware she was doing so.

Back home in London, it took another three weeks of research, but Gerry eventually found out more about the child Michael had more or less adopted. Her name was originally Helen Richardson, and her father, a rookie paranormal investigator who had once been marked by The Spiral, was obsessed with the distortion, and was willing to do anything to become more than simply marked by it. He ended up finding a map similar to Gertrude’s, and a few years before she even knew it was possible, the father went into The Spiral and used his own daughter as a vessel for the entity, hoping she would be a good enough sacrifice to earn it’s favor. This of course ended in disaster, with the father “disappearing” while Helen absorbed The Spiral’s power, but seeing as she was so young, it couldn’t manifest properly, even after two and a half years spent trying to “raise her” within the deepest depths of it’s domain.

With research still being done on what to do about the child, and whether or not the team can remove her powers without killing or permanently injuring her in the process, Michael has agreed to take Helen in, secretly delighted to be raising a baby. With the Stoker Brothers already under his roof, Michael has his hands rather full with them and baby Helen, but the boys take her antics in stride, having learned quickly how to deal with the apartment they live in occasionally “growing” some new doors and changing color at random. Luckily for Michael, he has back-up in the forms of Gerry and Gertrude, who occasionally take Helen and the brothers off his hands for him so he can take a break/fix whatever Helen may’ve accidentally broken with her powers.

Character Roles in this AU

(Feel free to add your own OCs/other characters if you wanna do stuff with this AU, I’m just naming characters I know about/remember!)

Avatar Kids: Jonathan “Jon” Sims, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Timothy “Tim” Stoker, Daniel “Danny” Stoker, Melanie King, Julia Montauk, Alice “Daisy” Tonner, Oliver Banks, Georgie Barker, Michael “Mike” Crew, and Helen Richardson.

Avatar Kids Semi-Reluctant PTA Group: Elias Bouchard, Gertrude Robinson, Peter Lukas, Gerard “Gerry” Keay, Trevor Herbert, Michael Shelley, and Simon Fairchild.

PTA Allies: Basira Hussain (Daisy’s best friend and the local Normal Child™), Agnes Montague (Everyone’s emergency number for avatar child advice), Alfred Grifter (Just shows up to hang out with Melanie and cause problems on purpose), The Admiral (Guardian to Georgie and Oliver and occasionally the other kids; best babysitter), Adelard Dekker (Comes around the archives sometimes and always brings presents for the kids + assistants), and Rosie (Elias’s assistant and the only sane and sensible adult in this Chili’s tonight).

PTA Enemies: Nikola Orsinov (Tim and Danny’s “Mom” who keeps kidnapping Jon on accident), Annabelle Cane (Hates the institute and wants Sasha back), Jude Perry (Hates the kids but loves Agnes; worst babysitter),  and Jared Hopworth (Nightmare flesh man that needs to fuck off; mediocre but funny babysitter).

Character Descriptions

(Feel free to tweak the physical designs if you want; I’m just going off my own headcanons, and seeing as my drawing skills are pretty shit, it’s not like I’m gonna be doing much art for this outside of writing. So yeah, go off with your own headcanons if you want to!)

Full Name: Jonathan “Jon” Sims-Bouchard-Robinson Age: 7 Birthday: October 26th (Scorpio) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Eye, Marked by Literally Fucking Everything Guardian(s): Alexander Sims (Biological Father - Deceased), Delores Sims (Biological Mother - Deceased), Gertrude Robinson (Adoptive Mother - Current), Elias Bouchard (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark brown skin, worryingly short for his age, dark brown eyes that glow bright green when he’s using his powers, long black hair with a few green and grey hairbands tied in, constantly “borrows” Martin’s sweaters to wear, occasionally wears skirts but most of the time he wears slacks, constantly looks sleep deprived, has a very intense stare, and occasionally he can be seen carrying his stuffed moth around. Personality: You’d think he’d be a quiet kid, considering his entity, but no, he has Questions and he wants them Answered, goddammit! He wasn’t raised around many kids his age, being home-schooled by Elias and Gertrude all his life, so he struggles to connect with the other avatar kids. Is only close to the S1 gang at first, but he gets closer to everyone else over time. Idolizes Gerry and thinks he’s the coolest guy ever. Appears rather cowardly at a glance, but he’s braver than most people give him credit for. Would die for his friends/family.

Full Name: Martin Blackwood-Lukas Age: 8 Birthday: February 29th (Pisces) ((This one’s for you, Dane)) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Lonely, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): William Blackwood (Biological Father - Uninvolved), Edna Blackwood (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Peter Lukas (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Polish heritage and pale as a fucking ghost, average height for his age but growing fast, pretty chubby, covered head to toe in little red freckles, short and curly red hair, bright brown eyes, wears big round glasses, wears sweaters and comfy trousers almost 24/7, carries a backpack full of “emergency tools” wherever he goes, usually has a cup of tea in-hand, and sometimes wears a small sailor hat that Peter gave him. Personality: Incredibly reserved, much like Mike, but he’s been trying to come out of his shell more. He’s “Best Friends Forever” with Jon, and gets along well with Tim and Sasha as well. Fears Melanie and Daisy. He likes hanging out with the other kids, but he often gets talked over, leading him to withdraw for awhile if it’s bad enough. Adores his dad, and is so much braver than anyone knows. Incredibly snarky when he feels like it.

Full Name: Sasha James Age: 10 Birthday: November 18th (Scorpio) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Web, Marked by The Eye, Marked by The Stranger Guardian(s): Francis James (Biological Father - Deceased), Patrick James (Biological Father - Deceased), Annabelle Cane (Adoptive Mother - Uninvolved), Gertrude Robinson (Adoptive Mother - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of African and Caucasian with dark brown skin, slightly taller than average for her age, long dark brown hair, wears big round glasses, sometimes wears a little make-up if she can get away with it, wears a lot of turtleneck sweaters and long skirts, always has at least one cobweb on her, carries around a stuffed spider that she brings with her to the archives every day, and she wears a headband most of the time. Personality: Easily the most level-headed of the kids, as she’s been raised around paranormal stuff the longest and is rarely bothered by the stranger things that happen. She hates Artifact Storage with a passion, but other than that, she loves exploring the institute and occasionally stealing Gertrude’s laptop to mess with it. Very tech savvy, and even more curious! Incredibly smart, to the point that she can even outclass Gertrude and Gerry with her quick-wittiness.

Full Name: Timothy “Tim” Stoker Age: 12 Birthday: August 3rd (Leo) Entity/Mark(s): Marked by The Stranger, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Markus Stoker (Biological Father - Deceased), Olivia Stoker (Biological Mother - Deceased), Nikola Orsinov (Adoptive Mother - Uninvolved), Gerard “Gerry” Keay (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of Latino and Korean with dark tanned skin, slightly on the taller side for his age, messy/spiky black hair that looks impossible to comb, dark brown eyes, is described as a “handsome young man” by strangers, has a very charming smile, wears a lot of Hawaiian shirts and shorts (even during the winter), needs to wear glasses but he refuses to wear them in the archives out of self-consciousness. Personality: Probably one of the brightest personalities of the avatar kids, Tim comes off as very cool and funny, but underneath all of that he’s rather paranoid, afraid that the circus will come and force his baby brother into becoming a monster. Protective of his little bro and the archive kids, but he still teases them to no end. Smarter than he looks, and isn’t afraid to break his cool guy persona to tell someone off.

Full Name: Daniel “Danny” Stoker Age: 8 Birthday: August 1st (Leo) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Stranger, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Markus Stoker (Biological Father - Deceased), Olivia Stoker (Biological Mother - Deceased), Nikola Orsinov (Adoptive Guardian - Uninvolved), Gerard “Gerry” Keay (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of Latino and Korean with dark tanned skin, about a head shorter than Tim, somewhat neat black hair that sticks up in odd places, eyes are impressively dark and glassy looking, slight gap between his front teeth, is described as being a “handsome young man” by strangers, wears a lot of tank tops and shorts as well as the occasional hoodie if it’s cold, and loves running around barefoot. Personality: A lot of people describe Danny as being a “smaller and cuter Tim”, but that’s just not true. Danny is a lot like his older brother in many ways, but he has a much more refined taste for adventure, constantly getting himself into trouble with Jon on the grounds of “exploring” or what have you. He idolizes his big bro to the moon and back, and loves hanging out with him alongside the other kids. More of a follower than a leader, but he doesn’t mind. Secretly fears the day that the circus will come back to make him into their future ringmaster.

Full Name: Melanie King Age: 9 Birthday: June 7th (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Slaughter, Marked by The Corruption, Marked by The Desolation, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Boris King (Biological Father - Deceased), Carrie King (Biological Mother - Deceased), Alfred Grifter (Guardian - Uninvolved), Gerard Keay (Guardian - Current) Appearance: Irish heritage but not terribly pale, rather short for her age, incredibly thin from malnutrition, short brown hair with the ends dyed bright blue, bright brown eyes, brings her leather jacket and her guitar with her everywhere she goes, wears a lot of pink/blue skirts and band t-shirts, wears black leather boots, has a lot of bandages on her knees and knuckles, and always has a camera ready to record things. Personality: Melanie is probably the most disconnected of the avatar kids (save for Helen), seeing as she only just recently joined the group, but already she’s beginning to befriend Sasha and Basira. She’s very protective of the other girls, and she keeps challenging the boys to fight her (only Danny ever agrees; he always loses). Secretly idolizes Julia and Daisy, but will never admit it. She sees Gerry as her big bro and Alfred Grifter as her adoptive dad; she misses Alfred more than she let’s on. Would stab as a warning.

Full Name: Julia Montauk Age: 13 Birthday: April 19th (Aries) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Hunt, Marked by The Dark, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Robert Montauk (Biological Father - Deceased), Linette Montauk (Biological Mother - Deceased), Trevor Herbert (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Indigenous heritage with dark tan skin, tall for her age, skinny enough to look malnourished, close-cropped red hair that gets her mistaken for a boy a lot, metal grey eyes, a scar runs diagonally across her right eye, often wears medium length skirts and oversized t-shirts, always wears athletic shoes, has a lot of scrapes and bandages on her knees most of the time, and has abnormally sharp canines. Personality: Before the deaths of both of her parents, Julia was considered rather normal for her age, being interested in horses, dolls, and dress-up games. After her mother died, she became more tomboyish, which only became more extreme after her father’s death. Since being taken in by Trevor, Julia’s been trying to act more like an adult in an attempt to seem less vulnerable, to varying degrees of success. She adores Trevor to the moon and back, and sees Daisy as her little sister. A bit standoffish around other children, but she’s got a good heart.

Full Name: Alice “Daisy” Tonner Age: 10 Birthday: March 15th (Pisces) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Hunter, Marked by The Slaughter, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Greyson Tonner (Biological Father - Deceased), Antoinette Tonner (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Trevor Herbert (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Welsh heritage with cream colored skin and a light tan, average height for her age, short and shaggy blond hair, has a number of tiny scars all over her face and hands, has a huge scar on her back that Trevor has told her looks like a daisy, striking green eyes, wears a lot of sleeveless shirts and shorts, refuses to wear dresses or skirts, prefers to be barefoot, and has abnormally sharp canines. Personality: Is already rather hot-headed at her age, especially after her encounter with Calvin while he was being possessed by a spirit of the Slaughter. Even so, she’s protective of her newfound family of Trevor and Julia, and while she misses her mother, she believes it’s best if she stays where she is. She loves playing outside whenever she can, and will spend hours chasing after squirrels and rabbits if left alone for too long. A bit argumentative, but she gets along really well with Julia and Basira.

Full Name: Oliver Banks Age: 10 Birthday: June 14th (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The End, Marked by The Hunt Guardian(s): June Banks (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Isaac Banks (Biological Father - Deceased), The Admiral (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark skin, has an array of pitch black freckles on his face, short and neat black hair that reaches just below his ears, ghastly grey eyes that look almost clear and turn black when he’s using his powers; used to be dark brown, worryingly thin from years of malnutrition, wears a lot of baggy and long-sleeved shirts, wears sweatpants, has boots on everywhere he goes, and he’s almost always shivering. Personality: The more distrustful of the “End Siblings”, the only person Oliver even sort of likes is Jon, and even then he’s still scared of him. Constantly fidgeting and yawning from both his paranoia and fatigue. Is protective of Georgie, but more out of obligation than friendship. Prefers to be alone, and rarely visits the archives. He knows something bad is coming, but he’s too scared to do much about it. In the end, he knows he’ll do the right thing, but for now he’s hiding until the bombs finally fall.

Full Name: Georgie Barker Age: 7 Birthday: December 9th (Sagittarius) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The End, Marked by The Hunt Guardian(s): Georgie Grounding Sr. (Biological Mother - Deceased), Sarah Grounding (Biological Mother - Deceased), Jason Barker (Adoptive Father - Deceased), The Admiral (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of African and Indian with dark brown skin, fairly chubby, has an array of light brown freckles all over her arms, back, and face, has long and curly black hair done up in poofy buns using colorful hair bands, paints her nails all the time with different colors every week, cutest little smile you ever did see, wears a lot of ghost-related clothing (mainly t-shirts and jeans), and she brings her ghost backpack with her everywhere she goes (it has her stuffed leopard inside). Personality: Despite being an avatar of the End, Georgie has a very upbeat personality, having no time for her adoptive brother’s endless worrying and fearfulness. In fact, all her fear has been gone since she was little, so she’s never scared to explore something new and parade into danger! She’s very close friends with Jon (even if he’s distant sometimes) and best friends with Melanie, though she gets along with most everyone else as well. She may be a chipper person, but look out, she’s carrying more baggage than she let’s on. Loves The Admiral more than life.

Full Name: Michael “Mike” Crew Age: 14 Birthday: May 13th (Taurus) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Vast Guardian(s): Ramsey Crew (Biological Father - Uninvolved), Whitney Crew (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Simon Fairchild (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Caucasian and pale as a ghost, shaggy white hair that’s almost always wind-swept, strikingly pale blue eyes, smells of ozone and burnt hair, incredibly short for his age, very bony and thin, tends to wear a lot of oversized hoodies on the grounds that they make flying more fun, clothes are almost always pristine and clean, his back, right arm, and right leg are covered in a Lichtenberg scar that glows bright blue when he’s using his powers, permanent bags under his eyes. Personality: A very, very quiet kid, at least around strangers. He’s much bubblier around Simon, but otherwise he’s viewed as an “old soul” by most adults. He does have a sense of humor though, taking a bit too much pleasure out of sending people soaring into the air against their will, especially if they insulted or annoyed him beforehand. Secretly a bit protective of the other avatar kids, and has been known to take them flying if they promise not to let go of him when they do so. Nice kid, but don’t make fun of his height or he might just electrocute you out of spite.

Full Name: Helen Richardson Age: 3 Birthday: February 23rd (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Spiral Guardian(s): Tiara Richardson (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Dexter Richardson (Biological Father - Deceased), Michael Shelley (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark brown skin (has the beginning patches of vitiligo on her face and hands), fairly chubby but Michael swears it’s just baby fat, has bright purple eyes with swirling yellow irises, has short but frizzy black hair that cannot be tamed, is often dressed in very colorful onesies and footie pajamas alongside the rare dress, and occasionally she’ll have a child leash vest on (though it often disappears because of The Spiral). Personality: She honestly doesn’t have much of a personality yet, being a toddler and all, but she’s a very giggly child, and loves nothing more than making Michael “be silly” with the use of her powers. Speaking of which, she has very little control of her abilities, and although she’s too young to understand their impact on the world, she still feels bad when she accidentally goes too far and gets Michael hurt. She adores Michael and Jon, and loves it when Michael brings her to the institute with him. Very playful and mischievous.

And that’s all I’ve got for now! I wanna write some fics for this at some point (particularly I wanna write a fic that has all of the kids’ origin stories in better/more detail), but for now anyone is free to fuck around with this AU, so long as you’re not doing too much shipping between the kids (hints at ships are fine, but they’re still kids, y’all) and ESPECIALLY not any shipping of the kids with the adults/guardians. Feel free to PM me or scream about this AU in the notes/tags; I’d love to hear people’s thoughts!