#{ muse ; I'm a reckless mistake }

[arrowloosed]

like for a holiday barton starter. 

[dinadearine]

Okay but what about Mizu just taking care of reader’s wounds after a big fight 🤕🤕

Reckless

Mizu x Reader

tags:Fluff

Omg I love this prompt! it's so sweet.

anyways here's the warnings: slight gore, swearing.

Reckless.

or atleast that's what they call you.

you are known being the most energetic and bright kid, adding it to the reality of their assumptions of you being reckless.

right now, that pleasant recklessness turns into something you would expect—Accidents. Slashing through every men in your way, blood and limbs sent flying and crashing on the ground, painting your path red, adorned with fresh flesh.

each of them let out a wavering cry of pain, embracing themselves as if finding their own solace within their own body.

within the art of clashing swords, you certainly know that even with the responsibility of deaths in your hands, you are aware of your choices, and one of them being a simple, yet horrifying word. Death.

shuddering in pain, you walked in a nearby shelter to tend to your wounds, blood gashes over the white sheets of the dirty futon. Mizu on the other hand, had enough heart to assist you.

"Be careful." mizu tended with the left side of your face, despite her calloused fingers, she maintained gentleness with the touch. You grunt, eyes squeezing shut from the stinging pain, your body instinctively trying to lean away.

"fuck— I know, I'm being carefu—"

"you're not, you're being a fucking stubborn brat." she cuts you off, despite having a harsh tone, her hands were gentle, and after she finished patching up your injured face, and starts to tend with your left arm, you sigh in annoyance, closing your eyes to hide them rolling from Mizu's words.

"Can you atleast be nice with me for once?" you asked, raising a brow at the samurai. They only let out a mused huff.

"I'm not that kind of person you expect me to be, y/n." mizu grumbled out, she finished tending your wounds by your arm and sighs, she sat down across from you. "plus, do you even notice what I am doing to you?" she said, almost sarcastic, you grew silent, taking in the logic of her assistance for you, she sighs. ".. And I don't have the time to be pleasing you." she added, you rolled your eyes visibily, causing them to narrow their gaze at you.

"Hm.. Stubborn, and reckless." Mizu marked, her tone seemed amused, making you scoff, pulling your own arm up to place your palm by your chest. "damn, that is offensive!" you exclaimed, putting up a face.

she chuckles softly, shooking her head as she speaks. "wow, you're offended when I point out facts about you?" this made your face heat up in both embarrassment and disbelief.

"that's fucking rich coming from you." you mused. Leaning back to rest your head against the wall, letting the pain flow off with the new pleasant energy of your banters with Mizu.

"aren't you reckless aswell? so reckless you'd choose to run directly where the danger is." you said, your tone holding a hint of ignorance yet laced with amusement. "..Or maybe that's the reason why I'm reckless." you added before you laugh.

"Hah, I learn from the best huh?" you laid down to rest your head more comfortably causing you to drift off to sleep.

"ah.. I guess." Mizu said, huffing a chortle, she crossed her arms, her gaze flickered from your wounds to your resting face, she silently curts a nod at you before she took off her glasses and hat, placing them aside to rest beside you, she took one more glance at your sleeping form, gently pulling your head by her lap, and finally closed her eyes, finding solace from slumber.

"...maybe I'll try to be nice."

(I really hope you like this, my brain juice is getting empty and btw, please point out any mistakes or mispells from this fic, I'm still learning lol)

[crownmemes]

Detective Sentences, Vol. 15

(Sentences from various sources for detectives and/or muses that like to solve mysteries. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're going to die pretty soon if you don't stop picking fights."

"You won't hurt me. You're a policeman. There are rules for policemen."

"You know, I get quite intrigued and quite curious when people don't answer questions."

"Maybe it was a political killing or something?"

"I think you should confess. I think you should come clean."

"You don't need proof when you have instinct."

"I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong!"

"You owe me. I kept you out of jail; I can put you back."

"You're more than usually allergic to the truth tonight."

"Is there any fucked up thing you don't know about?"

"It has been pointed out to me that I have grown reckless."

"You don't think that's a little paranoid?"

"People who are innocent tend not to try to hide their arrest."

"You would never give up this easy if you weren't so busy dealing with your own personal problems!"

"Your not knowing the reason doesn't mean there isn't one."

"Are you going to report me?"

"I will not accept that this problem cannot be solved."

"Just exactly what are you up to?"

"Once is a mistake. Twice is a decision."

"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?"

"Sooner or later, you'll talk. It's just a matter of time."

"Just because you were right doesn't mean you weren't wrong."

"You would murder me?"

"Strange how you always manage to be in the right place at the right time."

"The question is not 'Is it a game?'. The question is 'Who sets the rules?'."

"You know I'll find out what you're up to, don't you?"

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"You think you’re incapable of making a mistake?"

"You really don't need to know everything about everybody."

"The thing is, I know who you are. More accurately, I know who you aren't."

"This would be a very good time to offer me a bribe."

"Are you trying to bribe me?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"When something feels that good, does a person ever just do it once?"

"Make no mistake, it's not revenge he's after - it's a reckoning."

"You knew that I saw something, so you figured there must be something there and took a guess. Clever, but also pathetic."

"Is that what they say about me now? Paranoid?"

"You still haven't said what you were up to."

"You think I'm a bureaucrat with a badge, following some arbitrary guideline?"

"I can't just break into someone's house!"

[fritextramole]

in my dreams, i have a plan

part 1 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Money, Money, Money ~ ABBA

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world

Ordinary Superstar ~ Rina Sawayama

Girl on the screen lookin' mean I never woulda guessed that we'd be friends Oh, but you don't want to be seen With me

Adult Diversion ~ Alvvays

One more cocktail Is it a good time? Or is it highly inappropriate?

jealousy, jealousy ~ Olivia Rodrigo

All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Cool ~ Soccer Mommy

She’ll treat you like a fucking toy She’ll break your heart and steal your joy, like a criminal

Dreaming of You ~ The Coral

When I’m down and my hands are tied I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line From this pain I just can’t disguise It’s gonna hurt but I’ll have to say goodbye

Self Esteem ~ The Offspring

Well, I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah

Brick by Boring Brick ~ Paramore

Well, you built up a world of magic Because your real life is tragic

Seashore ~ The Regrettes

You're talkin' to me like a child But my words are growin' stronger And my legs keep gettin' longer I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself

I'm Free ~ King Tuff

Late at night, the light turns to blue I wonder if you're out there thinking of me too Have you ever thought you might not be what you believe? You might be something different, you might be free

Jigsaw

Killin' parts of myself to fit you Clear as shit I was not the issue If I made you like me, would I even like myself? Pointin' out all my flaws doesn't help Why don't you love me? Don't you love me?

Oh No! ~ MARINA

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid ~ The Offspring

There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

Soap ~ Melanie Martinez

Darling, you're just soaking in it But I know you'll get out the minute You notice all your fingers pruning up

Arms Tonite ~ Mother Mother

I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive

Miss Nothing ~ The Pretty Reckless

And as I watch you disappear into the ground My one mistake was that I couldn't let you down So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind On miss nothing, miss everything

Supermassive Black Hole ~ Muse

I thought I was a fool for no one Oh baby, I'm a fool for you You're the queen of the superficial And how long before you tell the truth?

Power & Control ~ MARINA

A human vulnerability Doesn't mean that I am weak That I am weak, I am weak I am weak, I am weak, weak Weak, weak, weak, weak

Hotel California ~ Eagles

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device"

South Elroy ~ Maya Hawke

Focused on the trouble each nightfall You swallowed bubbles, made me beg for a biteful Give me your hand and moved it inside me Smirk, what a jerk, good and plenty

Make Me Wanna Die ~ The Pretty Reckless

Take me, I'm alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better when the sun goes down

Playing God ~ Paramore

If God's the game that you're playing Well, we must get more acquainted Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy

Full Control ~ Snail Mail

And in full control I'm not lost Even when it's love Even when it's not Even when it's love Even when it's love Even when it's love Even though it's not

David ~ Noah Gundersen

I try to wash my hands for you every night Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight

Pity Party ~ Melanie Martinez

Tell me why the hell no one is here Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Sober II (Melodrama) ~ Lorde

All the glamour and the trauma And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa

Troublemaker Doppelgänger ~ Lucy Dacus

Was it that girl, that beautiful girl Thirsty for love and eager for attention Was it that girl who taught me about destruction?

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

That image of a very laden-down travel bike in the middle of fucking nowhere-ass scenic desert bought back some old memories.

(Going to be polite and put this garbage behind a cut:)

I haven't talked about that guy, the most reckless and fucked-up of my Muses, to anyone in a very long while--and I kinda forgot that there were some bits of that whole... collision of our lives... that weren't completely awful and were kind of romantic. If you squinted real hard and ignored all the red flags. The long stretches of scenic deserts and beaches from the back of a bike. The smell of motorcycle leathers, sweat, and sex. His slender waist wrapped in my arms. Getting away from everything and everyone else just to cleave to each other.

From the outside, I'm sure it looked like a very cliché "buttoned-up nerd cracks and dates bad boy with a motorcycle" scenario but that really wasn't how it went. I fell in love with his writing, with what seemed to me at the time like a sensitive, creative, romantic soul suffering from a wound to the heart. Which is also a cliché, but a different one at least. He had a way with words, which he cranked up to eleven when he started writing to me.

That relationship was a huge fucking mistake for so many reasons (I ended up with PTSD when he stalked me for over a year after I broke it off). And yet I can't even imagine how I might have turned out differently had I not been naive enough to let him into my life to begin with. Where would I be today in terms of understanding my sexuality, my gender, my kinks, my entire shadow-self if he hadn't offered to be the literal site of my explorations? He was just the worst possible person to find at that major inflection point in my life where I was grappling with what I wanted to do with myself and who the hell I even was. That vulnerability was what attracted him in the first place, I'm sure. He had a knack for finding people in their moments of weakness, as a lot of other people can attest.

A vampire metaphor would be entirely appropriate for him. Not only for how he latched onto people and drained the life out of them, but also because he was in some ways my sire, my initiator to the dark side. He'd be so fucking chuffed to hear me admit that if he were still alive, but he's proper dead now. His entire life was one long disaster and he hurt almost everyone he knew in some lasting way, so my compassion for him is limited. And yet, I'm not sure if I'd ever really say I wish that relationship had never happened (although I am VERY glad I ended it when I did... shoulda done that sooner in fact). Years later and it's still weird to me to hold these two conflicting ideas at once. It was easier to write it all off and pretend to not feel anything about it.

That relationship was so fucked up it made me even less normal than usual about the Muse who came after... which led to me vowing to not make these sorts of feelings anyone else's problem anymore. That's a lot easier to do when they're not part of your social circle. Having a distant Muse this time around is kind of a relief.

[whiskeysmulti]

"At what point will you cease your recklessness with your life and value your survival?" ((Ooc: did I decide to take advantage of this meme for the thing I wanna do? Yes. Get grilled, boi - from Hibari for Gokudera ofc))

Ask my muse personal questions!- no longer accepting!

The question hit a nerve deep in him that Gokudera had tried to numb over and over again, but always failed. Value his life? Why should he when no one else ever did before? He'd been nothing but a burden in his father's eyes, a shameful reminder of the affair he had to hide. He often wondered if he'd have been better off dying alone in an alley some nights. It wasn't like he was ever good enough for any gang, and had no one else back home who cared or really even had a home to return to, that mansion was the last place he felt loved. However one fuck up had changed that all. He'd wanted to test if the 10th Boss was actually worthy and in a failed assassination attempt, found himself at the mercy of a boy no older than him, a boy who decided to spare his life even after one of the biggest mistakes he could have made. Gokudera devoted his entire existence to protecting Tsuna after that day, swearing always to protect him and be the perfect right hand man one day, it was a personal goal he set for himself. However goals and ambitions could always fall short in the case of his death, one working in the underground never really knew when their last moment could come. The Cloud had a point and it pissed him off to admit it, but Hibari was right. If Gokudera didn't value his own life and start being concerned with his own survival, then what would happen to the others? Sure he wanted to protect them and would be willing to throw himself on his own bombs for their benefit, but what good would it do if he threw it all away in that one shot and found himself killed in action. Who would protect them then?

Knots formed in his stomach as he thought of the repercussions of his actions and what it could lead to. But the truth was right there in front of his face and he had to face facts. It wasn't something he could easily change. Why should a man value his survival when everyone else he met before told him he was better off dead? Because for once he finally had people in his life preaching the opposite to him. He did have somewhere he belonged now. He did have people who love him and would be devastated to lose him. He had a reason to live and something to look forward to. He'd promised the 10th they'd watch the fireworks together again, and he couldn't break that promise now.

God damn you, Hibari.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew the other was patiently waiting for a response. However it wasn't as clear cut as it seemed, because yes he could find a reason to value his life, but as for when? How much more would it take for him to see it? Gokudera was at a loss.

"I'm not sure."

[nectaric]

repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !

★  ⸻   COMPASSION: 4/10. hera is not unempathetic, and does care deeply about others in some regard - but she also has a very tough love mentality, and while she feels for those who suffer, she's hardly about to become a sweet and nurturing person just because someone is having a hard time.

★  ⸻   BITTERNESS: 8/10. hera is very bitter about the horrible things she has endured, and can be very inclined to hold a grudge.

★  ⸻   HAPPINESS: 5/10. hera is very pleased with her life on the surface level. she is queen of a powerful kingdom, has numerous children to be proud of, a successful and handsome husband who, despite his faults, loves her a lot. she is powerful and wise and beautiful, clever and strong. she should be happy, but ultimately, hera has a lot of envy and bitterness in her that sours her experience. she is surrounded by people who remind her of her pain. not to mention, her job is incredibly stressful.

★  ⸻   POLITENESS: 6/10. manners are important to hera for the sake of diplomacy, and she stands very firm in maintaining a polite and well-mannered facade when it comes to her official duties... but in her personal life, hera does not pull punches. she tells it how it is, and doesn't care if it comes across a little rude.

★  ⸻   MORALITY: 5/10. its not that hera is incapable of seeing right from wrong, or upholding it in other people - punishing the wicked, uplifting the do-gooders, etc... but she also doesn't care sometimes. if putting the interests of her loved ones first is wrong, or getting violent revenge on those who do her wrong is evil, or if meddling in the lives of mortals is wrong... then so be it.

★  ⸻   CHIVALRY: 7/10. i would say this is fairly high for her, simply because things like honour, courage, and justice are very important qualities to her. and as a little bit of a romantic, she likes the idea of chivalry, too.

★  ⸻   PRIDE: 9/10. hera is incredibly prideful, rarely willing to admit when she's done wrong or made a mistake. she stands by her views steadfastly, and can be incredibly vain about things like money, looks, or good standing.

★  ⸻   HONESTY: 8/10. again, hera will always tell it how it is, even if it might hurt others. the only times she lies is for political gain or to redirect unwanted attention at herself. a classic "i'm fine" if you will.

★  ⸻   BRAVERY: 8/10. hera fears very little, and even when she does, she faces it pretty head on. she is willing to do difficult things, even when afraid.

★  ⸻   RECKLESSNESS: 3/10. in her youth, hera was far more hot-headed and reckless, but she has simmered down a lot in her older years. angry, sure. but she is far more measured in her decisions, even when those decisions are made in anger.

★  ⸻   AMBITION: 10/10. there is nothing in this world hera will not have if she sets her mind on having it. she was not always so ambitious - being queen, for example, was a nice thought but not a necessity. now that she has it though, success is one of her greatest desires.

★  ⸻   LOYALTY: 8/10. faithful? absolutely. loyal? most of the time. she can be unwavering in her support of those she cares for - to a point. if they hurt her too much, she will turn on them. case and point, zeus.

★  ⸻   LOVE: 9/10. i think one of hera's most redeeming qualities is the love she holds for those around her. it might not seem like your typical kind of love, but everything she does is for those she loves. (aside from success) the only other thing she has ever wanted was to be loved, and give of herself as much love as she can muster.

★  ⸻   SENSE OF FAMILY: 10/10. family is everything to her. not only as her domain, but who she is. she just sometimes has a funny way of showing it.

★  ⸻   ATTRACTIVENESS: 10/10. maybe i'll start a trojan war 2.0 with this comment, but hera is easily the hottest lady on olympus and you cannot change my mind.

★  ⸻   AGILITY: 10/10. hera is in peak physical performance, and agility is one of her strong suits. she's quick, and she's nimble, and her skill with a bow speaks for this ranking.

★  ⸻   SEX DRIVE: 8-9/10. she is so horny all the time, zeus really lucked out with this one tbh. life just sometimes gets in the way.

[elegyofthemoon]

Spell your URL!

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

OO thanks so much @cove-holdens !! This seemed like fun so I'll try ; v ; it's probably going to be pretty length though (> _ >) so i'll just put it under a read more

BUT want to tag beforehand idk enough people with ocs i think so i just toss it to @fayesdiary, @narzissenkreuz-ordo, @lemonbronze, @garlandgerard (i THINK you have some ocs sorry if i am misremembering), and whoever else I follow that has ocs :D let me get to know them!! (also of course no obligation <3)

I'm too fixated on my OC Octavia so here we go lmao

E - "Escapism" from Steven Universe: "I guess I have to face/ That in this awful place/ I shouldn't show a trace of doubt/ But pulled against the grain/ I feel a little pain/ That I would rather do without"

L - "Letter" from the Fragile Dreams OST

E - "Extraordinary" by Clean Bandit: "Am I the only one who sees what you've become?/ Will you drift away?/ We're running out of time, two wrongs can make it right/ Could I make you stay?/ People making choices, they can't fake/ Sacrifice it all and maybe say"

G - "Get Your Wish" by Porter Robinson: "Don't say you lose just yet/ Get up and move ahead/ And not only for yourself/ 'Cause that's your role/ The work that stirred your soul/ You can make for someone else"

Y - "Youth" by Daughter: "We are the reckless, we are the wild youth/ Chasing visions of our futures/ One day, we'll reveal the truth/ That one will die before he gets there/ And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones/ 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone/ We're setting fire to our insides for fun"

O - "Octave of the Maushiro" by Chewie Melodies

F - "Future Friends" by Tilian: "Slow down/Give me a reason not to slow down/ I can feel the bottom and it's cold now/ I'm on the outside looking in/ So I'm calling on my future friends"

T - "The Hymn" by FLOYA: "I hope you understand that I cannot stay/ Don't expect you to feel the same/ There's a dream that I have to chase/ I'm feeling alive in the unknown/ Dancing to the hymn of the wind/ And though you and I are on our own/ I know you're close whenever I feel alone"

H - "here and now" by Tony22: "Here and now i'll find my hope/Yesterday is far gone and tomorrow never comes/Here and now's where I belong/So tired of using the present moment as my stepping stone"

E - "Eternal Sunshine" by Jhene Aiko: "Is it strange for me to say that if I were to die today/There's not a thing that I would change, I've lived well/ Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain/ But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well"

M - "Miss You" by trentemøller

O - "Old Weapon Testing Ground" from HSR OST

O - "OUTRO" by LUCY

N - "North" from the Ender Lilies OST

[atdutiesend]

when you get this, post theme songs for your muse! then tag 5 or more people!

[ Grim's Playlist ]

Rolling Girl | Wowka ft Zoozbuh

"No problem" is so easily said but now, those words have no meaning left and how will I stay on the right path? Even the hill's tempting me to stray from what's right; make mistakes I'll regret

Haunting Kind of High | Aviators

Delve a little in the deep Grab a piece of hell to keep Wanna creep into a new dimension Warm possession by the fire Now it gets my spirit higher

Novocain | Fall Out Boy

Because they took our love, and they filled it up Filled it up with Novocaine and now I'm just numb Now I'm just numb Don't mind me, I'm just a son of a gun So don't stop, don't stop 'till your heart goes numb And now I'm just numb I don't feel a thing for you

Monumental | Aviators

Your essence held, in my unbroken hands A shadow lost to foiled plans In the peak of the night I will set you free Now you're a ghost in the light With the brand that we Hold inside our hearts Death's own counterpart Respite from the reaper's lie

And So It Went | The Pretty Reckless

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And the wind begins to howl And the wolf is at your door You have so much of everything But still you wanted more They said the world does not belong to you You are not the king, I am not the fool

tagged by: @tsckcyomi

tagging: @stealerofheartsss | @grumpyascianteddybear | @morganaux | @crimsonamber9999 | @indreaming | YOU

[arrowloosed]

thinking about prentiss today. miss her. 

[villainspeech]

# VILLAINSPEECH : A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE RED SON OF THE LEGO MONKIE KID SERIES. PREDOMINANTLY BASED ON THE SHOW ITSELF & INFLUENCED BY HEADCANONS, JOURNEY TO THE WEST, AND OTHER MATERIALS INVOLVING HÓNG HÁI-ER / SHÀNCÁI / SUDHANA. INTERPRETED AND WRITTEN BY SYD. ESTABLISHED APRIL 2023. INFORMATION BELOW.

NOW FOUND @stillgrows

a study in: never measuring up, carrying the weight of filial piety, bearing the loss of something innate, navigating the grey line between the selfishness of villainy and the recklessness of heroism, atoning for mistakes beyond ones control, & fire-forged friendship.

note : i'm on a bit of a semi-hiatus until mid-may due to packing, cleaning, and moving

RULES :

i. i'm syd or plant. 25↑. any pronouns. lesbian. i'm very new to the lmk scene, but i'm not new at all to roleplay... on tumblr or otherwise. this blog is new and therefore uses the beta editor. i tend to delete ooc posts a lot. i'm white, so feel free to correct me if i happen to misstep. i’m also a working adult with a lot of interests and blogs in other rpcs, so this blog is going to be low activity.

ii. this blog is mutuals only, adults only, and highly selective. i’m here to have a good time with friends, although i’m welcoming of new friends as well. multimuse, duplicate, and oc friendly, with my usual selectivity.

iii. i will not send in rules passwords or fill in interest checkers. i always read rules, and if there’s a muse on a multi i do not want to write with i’ll tell you if it ever comes up. roleplay should not be work and i refuse to treat it like it is.

iv. the usual content information: i don't condone harassment, but i also don't want people who identify as proshippers in my space. there are some things that should not be sexualized. that said, there will be very heavy themes and nsfw content at times. i will tag accordingly as topic //. i don't have any triggers that need to be tagged.

v. no godmodding or metagaming as a general rule, although i do often make exceptions with friends in regards to longer threads, ask responses, and drabbles. i play it fast and loose with some stuff but, like… use your brain, please. if we don’t know each other, definitely don’t do it. or just ask. i can be very laid back.

vi. this goes without saying, but i don't own the character or the source material(s). the song in this post is intruder by the glass pyramids. all visuals are from official sources, edited by myself with a psd of my own creation. all interpretations and headcanons are my own.

ABOUT :

name: red son age: 1,420 / appears to be in his early 20s species: demon, with celestial blood from his mother explaining his human-like appearance gender: all of them pronouns: any / usually defaults to he/him lately orientation: bisexual, if he has to label

notable features: a scar on his left cheek from when he was a child, very sharp teeth with pronounced upper and lower canines hair: vivid red, wild when not contained in a high ponytail, and often dancing with flames skin: medium brown with olive undertones; there is some burn scarring from having the samadhi fire removed, although most are very faint nowadays eyes: a dark, reddish-brown, with a faint, ember-like glow height: 5'8" / 172cm build: lean and toned, bordering on lanky

enneagram: 3w4 sx/sp body language: when not dramatically posturing, red son tends to appear rather languid: hands in his pockets, leaning against walls and railings, condescending cants of his chin. disposition: dramatic and short-tempered, red son comes across as exceptionally arrogant and condescending. he can be a difficult one to get along with, with his short fuse flaring up even when trying to be nice.

about: born the first and only child of the demon bull king and princess iron fan, red son seemed to be exceptionally powerful and promising — but the very samadhi fire that had so much promise was the very thing that endangered his own existence and that of the entire world. in order to save the child and the world itself, a ritual was performed to remove it from the child and seal it away forever.

some flames lingered, but the true samadhi fire was lost to him.

while the truth of its connection to him and his violent severance from it was kept a secret from red son — was it out of shame, mother? father? — it wasn't enough to keep him from seeking knowledge: on the subject of the fire, on other ways to prove himself as useful to his parents, on the celestial plane, on their adversaries.

there is more coming but i ran out of energy for now

VERSES :

main verse. this is the verse that encompasses any point throughout the canon timeline, from the pilot on.

pre-canon. this verse tag encompasses anything involving younger red son, including possible aus. while journey to the west will be, in theory, an inspiration, given that red son's plot has nearly completely divorced itself from the character of red boy, i will be playing in this space rather freely.

kingdom hearts. one would think that the world falling to darkness would be ideal for a demon, but that wasn't the case in red son's mind. this darkness was different, and red son found himself lost in the expanse of other worlds. he usually finds himself in the company of organization xiii members, given how their power draws him in — but he has yet to ally himself with any given side as he weighs his options. ( will add and clarify things as this verse is fleshed out. )

KINGDOM HEARTS AFFILIATES :

toast: empxrical key: bladestormed astro: solears / obsidianrite / spellwaever / antiaquas noir: burserks / lordxemnas / undahlia / terranorts

[einsteinsugly]

The gang's kids, aged 11 (1995-2001), at Hogwarts.

Starting with Adrian, 1995.

Sorting Hat: You're not a treacherous Slytherin, like your mother. Or a craven Hufflepuff, like your father. Adrian (with a sigh of relief): Yeah, I figured. Sorting Hat: I see the Forman rage, in your eyes. Adrian (purposely repeating himself): Yeah, I figured. *Clearing his throat* I'm hoping to be the most chivalrous, reliable Quidditch player Gryffindor has ever had. Sorting Hat: You're right on the money. Gryffindor. Adrian: I'm not my foolish parents. *Snarkily, and bitterly* Surprise, surprise.

Cut to, Becca. 1997.

Sorting Hat: Some would mistake you as a Hufflepuff… Becca (arching her brow): Who? Sorting Hat: Your detractors. Becca: Give me names. Sorting Hat: This is highly theoretical. Becca: I don't care. Aunt Donna says I'm pensive and observant… Sorting Hat: She isn't one of your detractors. Becca: I thought this was highly theoretical. Sorting Hat (flatly): Cunning. *Barely skipping a beat* Slytherin. Becca: Cool. *Looking at her black fingernails* As I expected.

Cut to, Kate. 1997.

Sorting Hat: Like your mother, you have a strong Ravenclaw slant, but your courageous passion sets your world alight. Kate: Don't you mean the world? Sorting Hat: Both suit your eventual endeavors. *Kate nods in agreement, as the sorting hat continues* Look within, without reckless musing, and you will find great success. That is where you and your father cross paths. Kate (deflecting): Spiders also freak me out. Sorting Hat (ignoring said deflection, with a sigh): But you bury your worthwhile musing, unlike your father. Letting only a little bit of light out, to show the world. With that, you are much more like your grandfather…more than you'd like to admit. Kate: Are you a therapist or something? Sorting Hat: Sometimes. *Skipping a beat* Learn to walk the walk, instead of merely talking the talk. Is your heart truly on your sleeve, as you seek to find immense success in this world? *With another sigh, skipping another beat* Gryffindor. Kate (with a reassuring smile, pushing morose thoughts to the back of her mind): "Where dwell brave of heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart."

Cut to, James. 1998.

Sorting Hat (immediately): Rebellious and resourceful, like your father. Ambitious, like your mother. Slytherin. James (with a smirk): I know, right? Sorting Hat: And with your mother's hubris. James: But I'm cunning, resourceful, and ambitious, right? Sorting Hat (with a sigh): Yes. James: Cool.

Cut to, Hallie. 2000.

Sorting Hat: Slytherin. Hallie: Disappointed, but not surprised. *With a shrug* At least I'm not a Hufflepuff. Sorting Hat: That would imply immense kindness, instead of lingering bitterness. Hallie (annoyed): Don't tell me how to live my life.

Cut to, Leah. 2001.

Leah (crossing her fingers): Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor! Sorting Hat (immediately): You're so subtle. Leah: To be fair, I come from many, many generations of courageous Gryffindors. Sorting Hat (flatly): Your grandparents were Hufflepuffs. Leah: But I'm not looking at that side. Sorting Hat: Your great-grandmother was a Slytherin, and so was your aunt… Leah: Yeah, but everyone else? Gryffindors, Gryffindors, Gryffindors. Sorting Hat: And you're in love with a Slytherin… Leah (blushing): And? Sorting Hat: And your mother was a borderline Ravenclaw. Leah: Whose parents were Hufflepuffs. How did that happen? Sorting Hat: It skips generations, which in this case… Leah: No! Come on! *Loudly clearing throat* I'm brave and daring. I mean, do you have any idea how much theoretical and literal ass I kick every day… Sorting Hat (with a sigh) A vast vocabulary, like your mother. But with your father's endemic smart mouth.*With another sigh* Gryffindor. Leah (fully understanding, but choosing to ignore it, with an obnoxious fist pump): Yes! Sorting Hat: Don't make me take that back. Leah: Don't make me use my theoretical and literal ass-kicking skills.

Sorting Hat sighs.

[lowkey-lokid]

"Why would you want the pressure of being king though?" He questioned looking at the other curiously. "I find it exhausting to be in control all the time. I'm a Captain so I lead my team but I find it relaxing in the bedroom setting to just follow orders because I give them so often."

"It is my birth right," Loki mused, a hint of pride and reluctance in his words, "Had Odin not... adopted me... I would have been King of Jotunheim." He had emphasized 'adopted' with a slight sneer, though recomposed himself as he went on. "The pressure is something I can handle well, but Thor cannot; he is reckless and would soon rather lead Asgard into wars, putting our people on the line... That's not what Asgard needs from its King." The God let out a slow exhale, still lazily running his fingers through Steve's hair with one hand and still holding the soldier's hand with the other.

"They... don't realize that I've been cleaning up their messes for nearly a thousand years," he stated, shaking his head slightly. "I've made my own mistakes, of course, but I right them in the end, while they would leave their wrongdoings set in stone." The trickster's eyes narrowed subtly in thought, then he met Steve's gaze again. "As for the control aspect... I would much rather be the one in control than let someone else decide my fate, much less one such as Odin or Thor."

[notdelicatc]

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her), Vance

AGE: Twenty Seven

BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1952

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat in Knockturn Alley, above the shop

OTHER: Vance Manor

OCCUPATION: Curse Breaker (business called 'name tbd', shared with Rabastan Lestrange), also works in the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a curse breaker in support of the auror department

PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)

WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding

PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion

BOGGART: Losing her loved ones

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: lavender, ink, petrichor

INSPIRATION

SONG: I'm still here by Sia, Playground by Bea Miller, Can't be tamed by Zara Larsson, Breakfast by Dove Cameron, Villains aren't born by Peggy, One woman army by Porcelain Black, Downtown by Anya Taylor-Joy, Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift, Faded by Sara Farell

PINTEREST: here !!

AESTHETIC: the sound of rain falling against old windows, the scent of lavender and tea on an early morning in fall, long nights, the harshness of winter, the softness of snow, the idea of unpredictability, envelopes sealed with wax, the flicker of a candle, the scent of petrichor in spring, flowers blossoming among a field of withered crops trying to grow again, a flock of birds flying by, storms raging across the sky, the serenity of a still lake, deep waters, coffee and tea

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club Potions Club, Dueling club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Latin, Norwegian

OTHER LANGUAGES: can read ancient runes, started on but dropped italian due to her mother

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′3

SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Curse-breaking (skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times

MBTI: INTJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Emmeline was born to Ismelda and Alusius Vance on September 2rd, 1960 on a stormy night shortly before midnight. Her parents were an unusual pair as Aluisus believed in the ideals of the world he lived in and felt himself part of the pureblood society as much as the next one. While he had known that marrying Ismelda would be looked upon as odd, he’d been drawn to her from the very beginning and simply pushed himself to believe that his one sidestep could not ruin the future of all there was. It had been a mistake that would eventually come to cost him dearly as with each passing day, and later the birth of Emmeline, society made it very clear that they did not in fact approve of his choice. Even though it wasn’t the most widespread fact, their family still paid the price for it. Ismelda herself never found her place in pureblood society and in return disliked the purists and their idea of life.

With Alusius’ firm belief to raise Emmeline the way him and his friends had been raised, the young witch grew up resenting her mother as everything she learned caused her to believe things were very much her mother’s fault. How else could one explain the way things had gone downhill? It started with her, surely it would end with her. Thus, the witch felt drawn to her father, doing her very best to impress him while growing up into a competent witch, who would upon being sorted find herself within Slytherin. For the very first time she truly felt at home, fitting right in with the crowd. The loss of her mother during her second year almost didn’t bother her, was it not for the uncomfortable attention for the two weeks after.

Surrounded by those who would later become supporters and followers of the dark lord, the thrill and the darkness ever present, Emmeline found herself drawn to the same world. These people were friends, her home away from home; there was a loyalty with her that nothing could shatter so easily. Of course, Emmeline Vance wasn’t naive, not as much as one may have thought and yet she saw nothing wrong, did not bother to listen to those outside trying to hammer the truth they believed to be correct into the heads of those that saw the world in a way others may deem cruel.

Upon graduation Emmeline joined the ministry, trained under both the department of magical law enforcement as well as the goblins at Gringott’s as a curse-breaker before fully joining the department, working under the aurors whenever they needed a curse-breaker to grant them access to artifacts or manors. It was around three months after graduation that she joined her friends among the ranks of Death Eaters, taking the mark. It seemed so simple, so logical at the time. In the meantime she buried herself in work, loving the fact that she was surrounded by the dark arts; the one thing she’d always felt at home around - other than potions.

Eventually she connected and opened a shop with a friend, taking things on into a business venture in the making. A shop entirely dedicated to the craft of curse-breaking. The job within the ministry was kept, seeing use within it to help further the cause and if need be adjust things for the Death Eaters' side. Emmeline wasn't one to share her affiliation with anyone who did not need to know, rather using the fact that she could slip in and out of the shadows in order to remain unnoticed for the most part.

The mark on her arm was an ever-lasting reminder of what all of this was for. If the war was won then no one else would ever have to go through what she had to; the disgrace of a mother so unwilling to adjust to a world she simply did not belong in. And Emmeline herself had fought hard for her own place, to earn the respect she now held by giving respect in return.

Now that the war is in full swing, the witch has moments in which she yearns to prove herself but at the same time is very much okay not being the face of the whole situation. Being in the backlines allows her to be as sneaky as she could ever want. As stubborn as she is, it would take quite the shock to challenge her faith and loyalty toward those she cares for as well as the side she's chosen.

[ru5t]

repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !   -> Jack Edition

COMPASSION: 5/10. It is more active choice than natural empathy; he understands, he doesn't borrow feelings. He helps when he can but his crew come first and get a majority of his energy in this regard. His lines on when he can't help are iron. He will not help if doing so brings undue risk to his family.

BITTERNESS: 4/10. Carrying around a handful of grudges. Don't worry about it.

HAPPINESS: 8/10. Would love not to be living in a burned-out husk of a world and wants people to stop trying to fight/kill his kids (<- his literal son but also Tech and the Haven crew, those are his kids) but those are more or less his only complaints, at this point. He has what he has and he is happy. Honestly the homestead living, build-the-fences, harvest-the-plants, drive-to-town-to-trade thing kind of suits him. He was bored in the city.

POLITENESS: 6/10. Generally well mannered, if a little distant and seemingly unenthused. Capable of being bluntly honest, which isn't (usually) supposed to function as insult but sometimes offers it anyway. He will also tell you to fuck off if he gets sick of you, though.

MORALITY: 5/10. Um. Life has inherent value and he's plenty happy to live and let live. But if you in any way threaten his family, his crew, you're dust. And he really.. won't lose sleep over it.

PRIDE: ?/10. Broadly saves his pride for being proud of his kids. But he's not actively self-hating, either. It's really kind of an enigma to me.

HONESTY: 9/10. A bit of a light bluffer, now and then, when the situation calls for it, but mostly straightforward. He decided some time ago he'd had enough of the lies and masks; it took a lot of work and effort to get rid of them, to stop being what had been imposed on him and be a person instead. He doesn't want to go back.

BRAVERY: 7/10. (Surprisingly?) more hesitant in the face of things that frighten him than Tech is. First you gotta find something that frightens him, though. It's not a long list. And even then its tipable into, like.. when the thing is so scary to imagine you go into a blind rage to prevent it. Which is very fucked up and frightening.

RECKLESSNESS: 2/10. Not at all what anyone would call a reckless man. Sometimes you have to go on instinct or you miss your windows, it's true, but even that's a measured instinct. (Went through a reckless (and also angry) phase but has outgrown it.)

AMBITION: 6/10. After some meandering we've arrived at a perfectly reasonable "keep my family safe and well", except that its a barren world with scant, fought-over resources and all of them are, technically, being hunted by the city. So this is actually Quite A Task when one considers the size of his crew + other allies.

LOYALTY: ?/10. So here's the thing. He is frighteningly devoted to his sister. He is dedicated to his crew. He doesn't play people as a matter of habit and, as mentioned in the honesty section, he's generally pretty straightforward. And then also he betrayed all his friends and the company he worked for, including killing a significant number of people who trusted him. ... But then we circle back to the part where he did that for his sister. I'm honestly unclear on.... if something like that could happen again. Because make no mistake those people really were his friends, he grew up with a lot of them, he was going to keep living in the city even though he knew it was flawed. The city had his loyalty until they took his sister. This paints such a negative light- he's trustworthy. I just... I'm very unclear, at the moment, on his trolley problem stance if his sister's on one side of the tracks and his crew's on the other. He is a Puzzle, sometimes. Hypotheticals are hard with him, I often don't know where he'll land until the situation is literal.

LOVE: 8/10. Softer than you think.

SENSE OF FAMILY: 8/10. On the one hand, so so high so very high. On the other, kind of an off-the-wall definition. His sister has always far outweighed everyone else. Now it's her and his son who are the heavy hitters, and his crew close after. His mother falls no where on this measure, good riddance.

ATTRACTIVENESS: I can't answer this objectively I'm so biased to Be.n's face. Things other than that I think other people would consider attractive include: good strong laugh and a nice singing voice, when you can get him to; he's a little bit of that broody type, keeps journals, plays guitar, tall and strong and has the darkest eyes imaginable; excellent listener, good at picking up the meaning in stuff even if its not worded well; this is more divisive but single father who is soooo good and gentle with his boy.

AGILITY: 7/10. Quicker than he looks -the stillness throws people off- but the height does slow him down a bit. Lethal with a gun in his hands, fast and accurate, and absolutely horrifying with a knife. (And beyond all of that he hits like a sledgehammer, too. He's not fun to fight. Low key he's really scary, actually. There's a chance –as in I'm not sure I'm completely committed to it but I am thinking really hard about it and have been– BL/ind meddled with his health when he was young, poking at making stronger, faster soldiers. Not pushed all the way into super-soldier stuff, but just sort of... nudged. Whether or not he's aware of this is up for debate.)

SEX DRIVE: 4/10? I don't know. Something average-ish, with the note that he doesn't currently leave himself a lot of room to pursue much in this area. He had a partner for a few years, Dusty (the mother of his son), and though she's been out of the picture for awhile, he never really got closure on their separation. She just disappeared. I wouldn't say he's still carrying a torch, exactly, and he's probably had a little bit in the way of casual encounters since then, but not much. All of this is relevant because his romantic and sexual interest are deeply tied btw, it's really really rare for him to have sexual interest in someone he's not romantically attracted to.

[amissavis]

We all do what we have to. We all walk the path we think is right. One day you may realize that said path had lead you into a fiery inferno but even then, all you can do is keep going. That all I've ever done. All I'll ever do.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her), Vance

AGE: Twenty One

BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1960

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters (formerly), Order of the Phoenix (during the war)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat in Knockturn Alley

OTHER: Vance Manor

OCCUPATION: Curse Breaker (freelance and her own business), formerly with the ministry

PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)

WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding

PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion

BOGGART: Losing her loved ones

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: lavender, ink, petrichor

INSPIRATION

SONG: I'm still here by Sia, Courage to change by Sia, Lean on me (J2 Version), I blame the world by Sasha Alex Sloan

PINTEREST: here !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club Potions Club, Dueling club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian, Latin

OTHER LANGUAGES: can read ancient runes

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Black

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times

MBTI: INTJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw death, violence)

Emmeline was born to Ismelda and Alusius Vance on September 2rd, 1960 on a stormy night shortly before midnight. Her parents were an unusual pair as Aluisus believed in the ideals of the world he lived in and felt himself part of the pureblood society as much as the next one. While he had known that marrying Ismelda would be looked upon as odd, he’d been drawn to her from the very beginning and simply pushed himself to believe that his one sidestep could not ruin the future of all there was. It had been a mistake that would eventually come to cost him dearly as with each passing day, and later the birth of Emmeline, society made it very clear that they did not in fact approve of his choice. Even though it wasn’t the most widespread fact, their family still paid the price for it. Ismelda herself never found her place in pureblood society and in return disliked the purists and their idea of life.

With Alusius’ firm belief to raise Emmeline the way him and his friends had been raised, the young witch grew up resenting her mother as everything she learned caused her to believe things were very much her mother’s fault. How else could one explain the way things had gone downhill? It started with her, surely it would end with her. Thus, the witch felt drawn to her father, doing her very best to impress him while growing up into a competent witch, who would upon being sorted find herself within Slytherin. For the very first time she truly felt at home, fitting right in with the crowd. The loss of her mother during her second year almost didn’t bother her, was it not for the uncomfortable attention for the two weeks after.

Surrounded by those who would later become supporters and followers of the dark lord, the thrill and the darkness ever present, Emmeline found herself drawn to the same world. These people were friends, her home away from home; there was a loyalty with her that nothing could shatter so easily. Of course, Emmeline Vance wasn’t naive, not as much as one may have thought and yet she saw nothing wrong, did not bother to listen to those outside trying to hammer the truth into the heads of those that saw the world in a way others may deem cruel.

Upon graduation Emmeline joined the ministry, trained under both the department of magical law enforcement as well as the goblins at Gringott’s as a curse-breaker before fully joining the department, working under the aurors whenever they needed a curse-breaker to grant them access to artifacts or manors. It was around three months after graduation that she joined her friends among the ranks of Death Eaters, taking the mark. It seemed so simple, so logical at the time. In the meantime she buried herself in work, loving the fact that she was surrounded by the dark arts; the one thing she’d always felt at home around - other than potions.

The witch did her best and yet, every now and then thoughts would slip in. A whisper here, a whisper there. The destruction in front of her day in and day out. And, above all, the names of those who’d perish during the battles or be caught and locked away in Azkaban. Among those that stung the most was a certain someone that, seemingly out of nowhere, swapped sides. It left Emmeline wondering, desperate for answers that didn’t seem to come. For a while it made her all the more reckless. The young woman was lucky not to get caught, but it did leave her with permanent marks. Her hand covered in a vine-like scar from one of the few times dark magic, used during work, fired back and off the cursed object in front of her.

It wasn’t until months later that Emmeline began to change her view. The loss of her father, due to the very same Death Eaters she was a part of caused her world to crumble. For a while she isolated herself, lost in a world she no longer felt she belonged to. After all, if they would take her father away from her despite all she had done for them, the loyalty she had shown, perhaps this whole thing wasn’t what it was made out to be. Perhaps all of this was wrong. In her desperation and confusion she found herself back on the doorstep of a friend; one who could show her another way and perhaps provide answers she’d long needed to hear. As a member of the Order, with time Emmeline was granted a chance to see another life. It took time but the Order of the Phoenix became her new home and although she felt drawn toward her old life, loyal to those she’d once called family and friends, with each step she made forward, new loyalties began to grown on the side of the Order. Some bonds became strong enough that the fight began to make sense.

Now that the war is won, the witch has moments in which she desperately yearns for either side as she misses the people more than anything. A part of her doesn’t quite know what to make of a world without conflict, as she feels that it was all the world had ever been to her; a choice between light and dark, right or wrong. Emmeline is still very much getting used to the idea that people now know her as a former member of the Order; a fact she’d tried to keep under wraps for the duration of the war as it allowed for her to slip through the shadows. Over the course of the war her interest in potions increased, her passion for the brewing of those as well as alchemy settled with a part of her wondering if the path of an alchemist or perhaps even healer could be something for her. After the war the former Slytherin left the ministry and set up a curse-breaking business in Knockturn Alley, working freelance. Emmeline is still figuring out who she is in this new world but she is no longer the girl she left behind at Hogwarts, during her darkest days.