#as in i don’t think they did the Ruby and paint school thing intentionally.

[carapacian-swag]

Something Familiar

[woonhakist]

your only girl

synopsis — you see karina as your own personal aphrodite on earth—arguably even more alluring than the goddess herself—but you could never imagine her knowing that.

pairing — yoo jimin x fem!reader

genre — fluff, angst

warnings — one-sided pining(?), the infamous nail painting scenario, mostly just best friend!karina things (but y/n is horrendously down bad), kinda ambiguous ending

word count — 2.3k

notes — i finally did it…..after suddenly feeling the urge to write this for her, i came out with this 🙏 enjoy!

“what color do you want?” karina asked, fanning out her shimmering, ruby-painted nails. her gaze was glued onto her hands, pure satisfaction in her expression.

“whatever color you want, rina,” you responded, giggling through your words at her intentionally over-exaggerated awe towards her freshly colored nails. “i don’t mind.”

“ooh! okay,” karina clasped her hands together excitedly, tucking her long, shiny black hair behind her ear before digging through the nail polish bin beside her. “i’ll find the best color for you, just wait.”

you hummed in acceptance, staring down as you pressed your palms onto karina’s silky sheets. you silently envisioned different colors on your bare nails, the entire rainbow cycling through your head: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, then purple; all of them over, and over, and over again.

suddenly breaking your color-filled trance, you brought your eyes back up to karina, being met with her nauseatingly gorgeous side profile. you swallowed heavily, your cheeks heating up. instinctively, your hands met each other, taking turns wringing the other hand’s fingers.

there wasn’t a single ounce of makeup on her skin, yet she still had the face of a goddess. she radiated a type of energy that never failed to reel you in, it was like you were eternally hooked on her line. you thought she was above every standardly beautiful face; not even aphrodite could touch her.

“i think i found one,” karina announced, pulling out a thin bottle of shimmery, dull pink nail polish. she shook it gently between her index finger and thumb, smiling widely. “we can match!”

you smiled back at her, your heart pounding. “i have no complaints, that color’s so pretty!”

no amount of times you called something ‘pretty’ could equate to the amount of times you wished you could call her beautiful. even though you already found yourself saying it tons of times, you wanted to say it in contexts that weren’t just complimenting her pictures or makeup.

“even if you did have complaints, i’d still put this on you,” karina joked, beginning to prep the nail polish for painting. “it’s gonna look so good, promise!”

as much as you’d like to be, you weren’t even close to being the only one who thought karina was heaven sent. she was the type of girl that was adored by every passerby and classmate she came across; she was completely the type of girl to be the one you’d see first in a crowd of people.

you couldn’t even fully count the amount of admirers she had on two entire sets of hands. as far as you remembered, nearly every boy in your classes had their heart beating for her. valentine’s days for her were far beyond eventful, and the school’s dance seasons were even worse.

she got far more attention than you ever did, but you never minded; you could barely even care to recall admirers of your own. her attention was the only attention you had ever really wanted; she was enough. you never wanted to be her or be like her, you wanted to be with her.

“give me your hand, y/n,” karina spoke, interrupting your thoughts. she had her own hand out, palm up, patiently waiting for yours.

as soon as you reached your hand out to her, she took it into a gentle grip into her own soft, pretty hand. the pads of her fingers tickled your palm and the back of your hand, awkwardly trying to find the least awkward position to paint your nails. she extended your arm out a little bit more; assumedly for comfort while she worked.

she took the lid-brush out and carefully balanced the topless bottle on the sheets beside her, playing a dangerous game of ‘will it’ or ‘won’t it’ fall with the polish. you let your eyes linger on the bottle for a few seconds, monitoring it as karina carefully shifted in her spot.

“whatever! if it falls over, i can just have you help me wash the blankets,” karina giggles, eyes on your nails. she finally begins to paint the first coat, the cold feeling of the polish spreading through your finger.

you watched her watch your hand, admiring her in the same way everybody else does. you like to think that you do it better, but you know that you don’t. if you did, you knew that karina would have some sort of suspicion, and you didn’t want that.

as much as you didn’t want to be like everybody else, you wanted a special life with karina. you wanted to be what she considered to be her type; her standard. you wanted to be like the boys on the football team that she gawked over, swooning every time and time again. you wanted to be what she wanted, but you couldn’t.

“so, find any new crushes or anything?” karina pried, her voice gradually rising in pitch as she spoke. “you were talking about jaemin from physics earlier, what’s that about?”

you rolled your eyes, sighing at her. “no, nothing new, as per usual. jaemin’s not my type, either—and before you ask why, don’t! i’m just not into him!”

karina laughed and you soon followed her lead, trying your best to keep your hand still for her. she held the polish brush away from your hand as she laughed, but you didn’t want to smudge any of her work.

“so, what is your type, then?” karina settled down, her eyes following as she continued to paint. she was nothing near professional, but you’d pick her over picasso any day. “i don’t think you’ve ever really told me.”

“that’s because i don’t think i really even have one,” you lied, staring at your type right in front of you. “i thought you knew that?”

“well, yeah,” karina tilted her head down and back up, smiling awkwardly. “but, i mean, you can change your mind?”

“that definitely won’t happen anytime soon,” you laughed, and karina fake pouted. she looked up at you, and you could feel your heart skip a couple beats.

“i want to see you all lovey-dovey with someone!” karina gushed, leaning forward for dramatic effect. you laughed for what felt like the hundredth time. “it’s normal for people to want to see their best friend happy like that!”

she only wanted you in the way you didn’t want her to; friendly. you knew it was better than growing apart because of a potential confession from you, but you couldn’t stop your chest from burning every time she talked about someone else romantically. you wanted her to talk about you like that.

“i don’t know, rina,” you shook your head, speaking with purposely amplified uncertainty. “the time will come when it’ll come.”

there was a beat of silence before karina suddenly bursted out laughing, acting as if you said the greatest joke ever told. “wow! how beautifully spoken, y/n. who knew the time would come when it comes?”

you dropped your jaw, instantaneously hunching over to act offended. “hey, i was shakespeare’s ghostwriter in my past life!”

“yeah, right!” karina refuted, leaning forward as her laughter consumed her entire body. “you barely passed english last year!”

she struggled to get her words out as much as you struggled to process them. yours and her laughter was all that you were able to focus on, and it was almost like the pounding beat of your heart was completely inaudible. it was moments like this where you could almost forget how you felt—almost.

in the midst of her laughing fit, karina suddenly squeezed your hand, consequently snapping you back into the moment. your heartbeat rose back up to your throat, replacing your breathtaking laughter. you began to blink at karina slowly, feeling your skin heat up under her grip.

you watched her calm down as you internally did the complete opposite, feeling like you were bound to explode from the heat bubbling up inside your chest. karina put her “free” hand over her own chest, making sure she kept the nail brush away from her shirt.

“jesus christ,” karina breathed out, her last laughs fizzling out. “i swear, i can only laugh like this when i’m with you!”

“i’m not even that funny!” you grin widely, karina returning the smile without a second thought. “maybe the nail polish fumes got to you.”

“stop! you’re gonna make me laugh again,” karina whined, rolling her head back in faux annoyance. “i don’t know, i think it’s just your effect on me.”

you froze. you knew she didn’t mean it in the way you were interpreting it as, but hearing those words from her did something to you. your insides felt like they did a complete turnover, flipping the ‘in’ to the ‘out’ during the process.

“what are you talking about, now?” you questioned, trying your best to sound teasing instead of troubled.

karina shook her head, giving you a gentle smile before continuing to paint your nails. “you know how i like, love you more than life, right? i’m pretty sure that has something to do with it.”

you took a long pause before scoffing lightly, trying to choke down everything that was suddenly fighting to come up to the surface. “why so sentimental all of a sudden?”

karina didn’t respond, opting for finishing your first hand instead. aside from the occasional sniffle, she looked concentrated. her eyebrows were furrowed and her shoulders were tense; you would’ve thought time stopped for a second if it wasn’t for her lax painting.

karina bit her lip lightly, her mouth morphing into a small smile. “switch hands—be careful with the polish, though.”

she let go of your painted hand, and you simultaneously gave her your other one. you took a look at your freshly colored nails, satisfied with the way the pink looked on you. the shimmer was just right, as well, almost catching the light in the same way it caught karina’s eyes.

“you were right, rina. this color looks super nice,” you commented, in awe with your own hand. you weren’t sure if you were in love with the nails or the fact that karina was the one that painted them—probably both.

“what’d i tell you? you have to trust me!” karina scolded, a smile growing on her face for the millionth time. “it shouldn’t need a second coat, either; this polish is just perfect!”

you didn’t know how she could call something perfect when she herself was beyond it. “yeah, it is.”

karina began to repeat her nail-polishing cycle; reshaking the bottle, readying the brush, steadying the bottle on the sheets, adjusting your hand, then finally painting. it was a slow, peaceful minute of silence, letting you bask in the comforting presence of your best friend.

“you never answered my question,” you blurted out before you knew it, breaking the silence.

“what question?” karina mumbled, not completely present in the conversation.

you shook your head, already regretting what you said. “nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“no, tell me,” karina insisted, glancing up at you then back down.

the watered-down mood would’ve felt uncomfortable to you, but since it was karina, you found yourself smiling. “i was just wondering why you suddenly got so sappy earlier.”

“oh, that,” you could see karina’s silent laugh, her shoulders bouncing lightly. “i don’t know, i just can’t help it; i feel so comfortable around you—i trust you more than anything, y/n.”

you felt a pang in your chest as soon as you heard the word trust; something you knew couldn’t apply to you at all. it felt so wrong; you were lying—keeping such a huge secret from her—yet you were allowed her unquestioned trust.

she lived out her life with you believing that all you thought of her was that of a best friend, but it was so much more. you knew how you felt, but you also knew you could never let karina find out. you practically betrayed her every day, but you didn’t think you could ever bring yourself to come clean to her—even if you knew she deserved it more than anything.

the best you could do was pretend—pretend you weren’t head-over-heels for the beautiful girl who called you her best friend; your only girl. the most you could do was try for her; you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t. you did everything for her as much as you did it for yourself, but no matter who you did it for, the consequences were all the same.

“did that answer your question?” karina interrupted, bringing you out of your thoughts. she was looking up into your eyes now, her charmingly kind expression resting on her face.

“yeah, it did,” you responded shakily, nodding your head. to your relief, karina didn’t seem to notice your nerves, happily moving on to her next topic.

“okay, good!” she let go of your hand, and you almost tried to chase her touch as she pulled back, reluctantly settling for letting her slip away. she frantically picked up the open polish bottle then carefully screwed its top back on, looking straight at you. “i finally finished painting your nails; do you like them, or do you love them?”

she was almost too excited, her pure joy giving her a picture-perfect girlish look. her clear delight was infectious, subconsciously making you mirror her expression. you found it all too hard to not be overly captivated by her, and this time around, you didn’t even think about fighting it. you couldn’t even look at your nails; all you saw was her.

“i absolutely love them,” you admitted, your eyes only seeing karina.

© woonhakist 2023

[solardragun]

Oz salt? Please spare Oz salt. 🥺

rubs hands. let's do this again because tumblr crashed.

first things first: I want everyone who has ever called him a liar to pay me $20 and then turn in a 40 page essay on how he's a liar, MLA format, sources cited.

now, onto that. everyone harps on ozpin for lying. keyword: lying. they call him a liar, they say they can't trust him, etc. let's talk about this. keeping secrets is not lying. lying is intentionally FALSE statements / information.

so, with that, let's count the number of times ozpin has GENUINELY LIED. that'll be a total of one (1) time. what lie was this? the relic having questions.

this ENTIRE time, everyone has been dragging this poor man by the ankles and punching at him while he's down when he's lied... once.

he's kept secrets, he's kept information to himself. that, by definition, is not lying. keeping secrets is not giving false statements. to keep calling him a liar is inaccurate.

now, let's move onto the way the narrative paints him.

"he forced pyrrha to be the maiden. he didn't give her a choice. he told her to pick or everyone would die. he guilt tripped her." — to that I say, no he didn't. he explained the gravity of the situation. if he didn't tell her the heavy parts, everyone would've ripped him to shreds because he "didn't warn her". he explained what he felt she needed to know: they needed someone to take the other half of amber's power. it's a big decision to make and it will change your life. there are people out there who want their hands on this power and we don't want the wrong person to have it, like cinder. you can take your time to choose. if you don't, we will consider another option.

he gave her the information she needed and he gave her time to think about it. when she accepted, he continuously asks her for consent and if she truly wants this. she said yes multiple times.

on that note, he is not responsible for her death. he told her to LEAVE when cinder attacked. he told her to go get qrow, james and glynda, and then get to safety with the rest of the students. SHE chose to come back and fight cinder all on her own. jaune even begged her not to do it before she shoved him in a locker and launched him away. ozpin is not responsible for her death.

"he's evil because he tried to leave salem and take their kids" — okay so clearly male abuse victims don't exist to you or the narrative. ozma was MANIPULATED by salem. jinn says as much: "the hearts of men are easily swayed." this is said over salem goading ozma into being a false god with her. he continuously questioned their choices, he was consumed with guilt, his host even asked him wtf was going on.

when their daughter came into her power, ozma decided to lay the truth out, and with it came the horror of salem wanting to USE their daughters to start a new generation of magic-users. she SAID it, right to his face. he BACKS AWAY IN DISGUST AND HORROR. his logical thought then was to LEAVE. wouldn't you if your spouse decided they wanted to use your children??

it astounds me because if the roles were reversed, ozma would be the villain and salem would be justified in leaving. interesting, isn't it?

next, we have the girls ripping his past away from him and then blasting him for hiding information. this... look, I don't care how "urgent" it was, there is NO excuse for doing this. if this had happened to blake when she was keeping secrets about being in the white fang or being with adam, the characters and audience would be livid, especially when the white fang were written as dangerous terrorists and adam was written as an abuser. they're dangerous, they posed threats. if this had happened to blake, if someone forced her trauma out into the open, they would be in the wrong. but because it's ozpin, it's fine.

moving on. "lying about lionheart." — this is just ridiculous. telling the world "hey, the headmaster of haven, who was a faunus by the way, was actually the one behind huntsmen dying and the attack on the school as well as contributing to the fall of beacon." it sends a BAD message and sets the human-faunus relationship back even further. ozpin chose not to tell the people about lionheart betraying them because not only would it cause issues, he also says that he would rather people believe in all the good leo had previously done. your mistakes don't define you, that kind of logic.

"oz lied about the lamp attracting grimm" — no he didn't. he didn't SAY that it did. that's not a lie. he kept it a secret so the students wouldn't worry and actually attract grimm. which, by the way, interesting how that "attraction" seemed to have disappeared by the time v7 and 8 dropped. never once saw grimm following them around because of the lamp. the only grimm that actively attacked were the ones coming through the hole in the wall. weird, huh? almost like the story NEEDED something for the characters to be mad at oz about.

anyway, I'm gonna move on. the fact that ozpin received ZERO apologies and / or sympathy, especially from those we'd expect it from (ruby, weiss, blake) is infuriating. EMERALD was forgiven in a heartbeat, and she actively helped cause the fall of beacon, she helped kill penny, she killed a faunus in vale to prove a point to cinder (who got mad at her for, btw), she helped frame yang into "attacking" mercury so she'd look violent, she worked for salem by proxy of cinder. emerald did way much worse than ozpin, and she was forgiven !! in that same episode, ozpin is given dirty looks and "hm, idk if we can still trust you." hell, HE apologized. he had NOTHING to apologize for. these kids were in the wrong, especially when they lied throughout all of volume seven and then were justified for it. "you're not like oz, you're trusting people to prove themselves first." uh. you mean like ozpin was doing???? these students actively lied to ironwood for most of v7 until it finally caught up to them, and then they were STILL in the right. yet they got on ozpin and still reprimand him.

idunno man, I'm so tired. this isn't even the half of it but I'm angry all over again.

in any case, ozpin isn't perfect, he has made some really stupid mistakes (CCT towers that cause global disconnection when one tower falls, etc.), but like, he's not the devil either.

[fallstreakfeathers]

OM! Mc sheet

(update 7/18/20- information has been updated)

(form by @/luciferasmr   )

Name: Kita (she never gives a surname, but it’s legally Bertrand)

Nickname (if any): n/a 

Age: 23

Height: 5’5’’

Weight: 175Ib

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Birthdate: June 27

Star Sign: Cancer

Hair color: Medium Brown

Eye color: dark blue/green

Skin tone: light

Which sin are they like?

wrath

gluttony

greed

envy

pride

sloth

lust

(rest is under the cut because it gets super long) 

Personality Traits: Let’s start with the negative, because it’s what’s seen the most in the first parts of Don’t Look Down: Kita has a very difficult time expressing most of her emotions correctly, partially because of her social anxiety and general nervousness. She’s afraid of social rejection, so she tends to isolate herself. She fears and doesn’t understand her own emotions, and is often even disgusted by them (particularly lust). Because of this, she’s prone to episodes of self-loathing and degrading herself. It isn’t exaggerating to say that fear rules much of Kita’s life. A lot of this behavior is due to her previous home situations and the way she grew up. Kita is easily spooked by rage and tends to automatically think that if someone’s angry it’s because of something she did. She has a hard time trusting others and when her trust is gained she can easily fall back into distrust weeks/months/years after the fact, even if she has no solid reason to. She does want to be able to express who she really is, but she often cannot get past her fears and probably won’t without help. Her disappointment in herself manifests itself as anger and causes her to snap at others or become snarky. She tends to treat others exactly how they treat her, regardless of the consequences. She believes that respect must be earned, and that simply demanding it is the quickest way to not get it. Kita is touch-starved, a result entirely of her own behavior, but frequently rejects any show of physical affection because of the way she sees herself and because she isn't used to it and doesn't understand the emotions it gives her or how to process them. It’s easier for her to pretend that she doesn’t deserve love and affection and to try to make herself as dislikeable and shut off as she can than attempt to take a risk and end up hurt. This is something she struggles with throughout Don’t Look Down.  It isn’t a stretch to say that she’s constantly at war with herself and her own mind. This makes her susceptible to demons/etc that can manipulate the mind and her perception of the world around her.

Kita tends to hold very strong grudges if she feels she was wronged. Fortunately, it’s also (usually) fairly easy to get her forgiveness. On the flip side: She is incredibly loyal and protective of anyone who has managed to gain even a bit of her trust. When she loves someone, she loves very deeply and wholly. Due to her sensitivity to certain emotions, she is able to read moods fairly well and act accordingly. She finds it fairly easy to tell when someone is lying to her, although she rarely does anything about it but keep it in mind. Kita dislikes liars and is not a confrontational person unless angered. She’d rather know the truth, no matter how hard it is, than to catch someone being dishonest. She does not trust the Exchange Program, or Diavolo. Kita is extremely energetic and fun-loving within the safety of her mind, where she doesn’t have to fear others reactions. She likes to joke and snark with others. Kita currently shows her affection in small ways ( giving Beel treats from his favorite shop after a game, listening to Levi rant about TSL, etc) but will start showing physical affection as she becomes more comfortable. She has a strong urge to please others, and is usually pretty dependable. She doesn’t mind getting caught up in plot and schemes so long as it doesn’t pose a threat to her. She enjoys helping, even if the help is as small as retrieving a tool for someone. She actually really likes to wrestle and roughhouse with friends, and has a strong curiosity for the supernatural and for most new things. Despite being human, there isn’t much she wouldn’t be willing to do or lengths she wouldn’t go for those she cared for- even in a place as dangerous as the Devildom.

Background: Kita hates talking about her history, and actively brushes off questions about it with sarcastic remarks. (CW: mentions of abuse, alcohol, depression, anxiety. Kita has a shitty history with people and her family. ) Ages 1-11: Kita didn’t grow up in a supportive environment. Both her parents were alcoholics, and while she was never abused physically, the mental stress took a toll on her growing up and her ability to cope with things and express herself in a healthy way. Her father was a manipulative narcissist who frequently brought others down to bring himself up. As such, Kita grew up with a father who wanted nothing to do with her aside from her to stay out of his way and take care of the house. He often lied about his family to others to paint himself a victim. He frequently became drunk, only to shout and argue, sometimes for hours into the night. She always hid to avoid his rage. She has a very vivid memory of being woken up one night to this fighting and hearing him tell her mother that he did not love Kita and her twin. She has never forgotten. Kita, at 23, cannot be around drunk people without having dizzying anxiety. Her mother was better, but overly emotional and focused on her own feelings rather than her children's. All her mother's stressors were blamed on everyone else instead of her own behavior. She always had it worse than Kita and her twin, always ‘knew better’ than them, etc. While Kita was much closer to her mother than her father, she felt she could not trust her with talking about her own problems because of the way her feelings were often brushed off or marked as her being dramatic or over sensitive. She learned to bottle her emotions up in her childhood and to push them down until she would finally break, and then the process would repeat. Kita was 12 when she started telling herself she wasn’t worth anyone's time, and with nobody who would correct her, these thoughts only got worse and more destructive with time. She tended to fill the void she felt in herself with an excess of food and physical items. The food became habit and she struggles with her weight and physical image, although to a smaller extent than her mentality. Kita grew up witnessing her father's mental and verbal abuse towards her mother, and grew wary of ever entering a relationship with another person. Instead, she substituted that want with entertaining ideas of fictional characters that she knew could never hurt her. She became deeply enthralled with fantasy novels, and read them both out of interest and because they took her to another place- even for a short period of time.  She doesn’t believe she’s ever been told by another person that they genuinely love her, and while part of that is her own fault- she also tends to believe that anyone who genuinely tells her that is lying-  it’s done a number on her self esteem. To her, it proves herself right in the negative things she tells herself. She lacked friends in most of her school years because she closed herself off and intentionally made herself unlikeable. There was a period of time where she was bullied for her interests, and she received no help from adult figures. This would be around this time, at 16, that she really lost her trust in other people. Her anxiety spiked, and her depression worsened and she rarely spoke during her 17th year. Her twin moved out at 18 and she heard less and less from him until Kita herself moved out at 20 and cut ties with most people she’d known. She remained reclusive and although her depression waned, she continued nurturing bad mental habits. She left home only to work until her arrival in the Devildom.

Why were they chosen for Devildom? Kita asks herself this almost daily. [Will be revealed in DLD]

Hobbies: - Enjoys drawing although it frequently frustrates her. She uses art as a way to get rid of emotions she otherwise couldn’t handle. - She likes finding places to hide. It comforts her to know that she has places she can disappear should things get nasty, and the House of Lamentation is certainly full of hiding places.

Likes: - Storms. A good thunderstorm and a cup of tea tend to calm her better than anything, though she certainly wasn’t prepared for the strength of the thunder in the Devildom. - Snark/sarcasm. She greatly enjoys passing sarcastic remarks back and forth in good-natured banter. - She listens to music to sort her moods and emotions, even if she won’t act on them. It’s become a very important kind of therapy for her to remain in control of herself. - Stones. She doesn’t like precious stones for their monetary value, but for the emotional comfort they bring her. Malachite holds a special place in her heart and she often used it to ground herself when her anxiety got too strong. She’s had a hard time without a piece of it she could mess with.

Dislikes: - Kita despises being lied to. - She can’t stand people who smoke and doesn't like being around alcohol. - Being useless or a third wheel.  - Diamonds/Rubies/other popular precious stones. She thinks they’re overrated and she feels hollow looking at them. She has a particular hatred for diamonds.

Casual Clothing

Top: Any neutral colored t-shirt.  Agaros also lends her an outfit similar to his for when they go out on their motorbikes. 

Bottoms: Grey sweats

Shoes: (dirty/stained) white tennis shoes

Accessories (if any): came to the Devildom with none. She acquires a few things, through Agaros: - A ring that monitors her heartbeat (she’s not aware of this. Agaros wanted to be able to know how she was doing when she was gone, but didn’t feel the need to draw attention to it or how much he actually enjoyed her company. The ring was very subtle and it connects to his own ring where he can feel her pulse. This does get addressed later). - An arm cuff with an enchanted moonstone that allows her to walk through areas of intense heat by forming a shield of cool air around her.

Glasses? nope.

Any alterations to their uniform? Kita’s uniform has an extra long sash that, instead of connecting to her shoulder, is long enough to dangle over it and down to her hips. She often clings to it when nervous or agitated.

Family

Mother: deceased

Father: alive

Siblings (if any): A twin, although she’s unaware if he is alive or not. Hasn’t had contact with him for years. 

Pets? None, her apartment didn’t allow it.

How many friends does your Mc have? Kita distanced herself from all friends and relatives after moving out. Agaros is the first person she has considered a ‘friend’ in at least 4 years. He’s also the first in a very long time to really begin to see who she really is behind her thorns. It’s a big part of what attracted him to her in the first place, and like his obsession with machines, he wants to continue tinkering with and figuring out how this human works.

Has your MC had a relationship before? No.

Have they been in love? Not as far as she’s aware, but she’d definitely had a few crushes...Usually on fictional characters, but occasionally a real person worms their way into her sights.

How easy do they gain crushes? Fairly easily, but she doesn’t realize it because she tends to push the emotion down.

Do they believe in love? Kita doesn’t believe in ‘love at first sight’ and openly scoffs at the idea. She believes something like that is impossible, and she won’t be swayed on that. She does believe in love itself and its ‘types’. 

What’s their type? She really couldn’t tell you. If she likes someone, she likes them. If she doesn't, she doesn't. She could be around 2 people with similar personality and morals and she could still dislike one of them and like the other. She’s not fond of flirting unless she already knows the person.

Sexuality: She never bothered trying to label herself but whatever she is, she leans towards men.

Which one of the 7 brothers does your MC like the most? Currently: Beelzebub (much) Later: Belphegor

Why ? Although originally intimidated by his size, Beel’s rather quiet disposition and his bluntness made him easy to be around because Kita didn’t need to dissect any hidden meaning in his words. He also didn’t make her feel like she had to speak or explain herself or her actions. To put it simply: she didn’t feel like he really judged her for anything she did, and that was important to her. She didn’t feel like she needed a ‘reason’ to talk to him, even if she rarely did when she first arrived, and she didn’t feel like he lied to her often. Eventually as Kita got to know him better, she became very fond of his kindness and how much he cares for his family. What traits do they look for in a partner? She has to be able to sit in a comfortable silence with whoever her potential partner is. They also need to be able to make her laugh, and she needs to be able to feel like she can be herself with them. She does not, and will never, do ‘one night stands’. She finds them wrong and dangerous.

Favorite food: most sweet food, but she’s rarely picky

Least favorite: sour pastas and anything pickled (except actual pickles)

Favorite topic in school: fond of classes where she learns about the flora and fauna of the world and about its other inhabitants. She has a particular interest in dragon and demon physiology and learning about various demons abilities. 

Least favorite topic: math, dislikes anything having to do with dissection.

Favorite color: Grey. Grey is soft and safe and reminds her of storm clouds.

Least favorite color: yellow. Too bright and in-your-face.

Do they like to be sociable or are they more of a recluse? Recluse.

Favorite movie genre? Comedy. Fantasy

Do they read a lot or no? Read a lot of fantasy before entering the Devildom. Generally reads nonfiction science/etc now that she doesn’t feel like she has the need to use fantasy novels to escape her boring reality. Reality has become a strange kind of fantasy to her.

Favorite animal: Dragons, although she previously didn’t believe they were real. Loves dogs.

Favorite genre of music: Trailer/epic orchestral tracks. 

Least favorite genre: Refuses to listen to heavy metal or opera. Also generally despises rap.

Do they like sweets?  yEAH

Do they like spicy food? Not a fan

Do they like school? She enjoys certain topics but isn’t fond of being stuck in a room with 35 other people she doesn’t know. Also isn't fond of being graded.

Pet peeves: Kita can’t stand others trying to take food off her plate. She doesn’t mind sharing, just don’t take it from her without permission. She’s smacked Beel’s hand plenty of times, and will even go so far as to grab her plate and turn her chair away from the table to eat. She also hates her arm being poked. Doesn’t like most nicknames unless she’s especially close with the person.

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RWBY V7 - OP

RWBY is back! I missed this show and its characters so much and the first episode was just what I needed after a weird past month.

Don’t read this if you haven’t watched the first episode since the OP spoils some things!

With that said, let’s do this!

This is half liveblog, half added notes after the fact (marked with a ***) since I had some time to think about it.

Oooh, Blake's hair looks a lot shorter and Weiss's dress looks different.

Did Jaune get a haircut?

They are all still facing forward, still a team!

Taking out her hoodie, same as V4 (but this time intentionally?)

*** At the time I wrote

I included the gif because I feel Ruby’s sudden change from smiling with her eyes closed to startled by the wind and then turning to her new team is basically her character development after last season. She was blind/sleeping due to her optimism, everything ended up turning to hell –shaking her awake– and now JNR is the team who has her back, not WBY.

In V4 her “awakening” was sudden and involuntary. Now she’s choosing to face what’s coming, whatever that is.

Very clearly centered around Atlas rather than Mantle.

Grimm dissolve that way... Pyrrha did too. Hmm.

Magical girl transformations!

An overall with convertible pants? Uhm. Okay.

I love the short hair! Maaaybe too many zippers. The weapon being repaired with a golden colored makes me think of Yang and how japanese repair things with gold * googles *, kintsugi.

kintsugi can be seen to have similarities to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, an embracing of the flawed or imperfect.

highlighting the cracks and repairs as simply an event in the life of an object rather than allowing its service to end at the time of its damage or breakage

Incredibly appropriate for Blake (and everyone, really) since she had to rebuild herself.

I didn't like Weiss' "new" dress so any change would have been welcome but this is really good. She went from "incredibly out of place rich girl" to a proper huntress.

I'm not sure how much her outfit changed (she has sleeves!) but I _love_ her hair.

I could have bet this was a reference to Ozpin standing in a similar manner in one of the first openings but I just checked and while there's a similar shot in V2's OP it's just Ozpin standing in space.

I hate that muscle tee with all my being. I wonder what's that dude with the painted face's deal. Props to the character design team for the muscular woman in the back, considering everything they do, she's probably the most realistic looking character in the show.

Welp, they are compromised by Watts. And apparently he's manipulating the election, but whose side is he helping?

- After rewatching, I doubt they are traitors but I think they are probably going to end up being manipulated by Watts into doing something.

Why does he look so guilty!? Who did he shoot!?

The more I see it the more I like Weiss's new dress.

Is Weiss finally going to stop looking up to Winter (ending her "I need to go look for Winter" quest from V4)?

Oh no... what did you do Jaune

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*** I wonder why she’s so isolated from everyone else. Even in the group shot  at the end she appears farther away than Oscar (but closer than Qrow). Hmm.

These two also got major upgrades! The ugly gradient that Ren's sleeve had is gooooone. And Nora looks more grown up with that jacket, it feels like they are really growing up into their status as (non-authorized) huntresses and huntsmen.

I'm curious about the blue in Nora's outfit. Everyone else seems to maintain their previous colors... although I guess Nora's V1-V3's outfit did have a bit of blue in her corset.

I wonder if the fact she's wearing the trans flag colors means anything.

His hair doesn't look so bad up-close, but I think it's too "busy" for his hair color.

Ooh, hard-light dust shield!

Does this mean that Jacques is manipulating Ironwood? Last time we saw them he was pretty against everything Ironwood was proposing... unless that was his plan? Manipulate him by reverse psychology? Uhm.

They are training! Does this mean they are going to be found by Ironwood sooner rather than later?

I wonder what's going to be the end goal this season. As many problems as there seem to be in Atlas, their mission was to give the lamp to Ironwood and he looks to be in amicable terms with Oscar earlier in the OP so... what's next?

How is the election plot going to intersect with RWBY and co.? Watts is seemingly manipulating everything from the shadows so that would probably make him their problem but my imagination is failing to integrate the election itself in a way that would make sense to everyone.

I can maybe see Watts and Tyrian sabotaging Hill to get the "Tycoon" elected (hopefully not Jacques but probably him since no one else that could fit appeared in the OP) but I have no idea why other than to maybe cause another Fall of Beacon with social unrest.

Maybe Ironwood goes all "I _am_ the council" and everyone has to escape with the relics with the help of Hill (which is why she's shown fighting Tyrian)? Maybe they discover Watt's plot and no one believes them? Nah, maybe in their school days but they have proved themselves.

It's interesting that after watching the V6 opening I felt more or less sure of how the story was going to go (even if I ended up being wrong about a lot of things) but with this one I have no idea. There are a lot of pieces but I'm not sure how they the fit together.

For example, what does this parallel mean? Are they facing similar problems? Similar pasts? Do they regret having to do whatever they have to do? Is it even intentional?

In any case all these questions are great, they make me want to watch the rest of the season even more!

Until next time!

PS: There was no moon this OP, so my moon theory from last season just went up in flames unless everyone goes their own way for some reason.

P.S: The first episode is up on Discord

[definitely-not-black-cat]

Excitement

Hello loves! I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I really, really wanted to get it done! Hope you like it!! This is for @fratboievans moodboard writing challenge! (Which means it’s her moodboad is fhtat’s not clear)

It’s a 60′s AU, and I tried my best, so please be nice!

It’s also my first OC fic, so again, be nice!

Word Count - 4010

Warnings - Slight angst?

The knock on the front door sent Elizabeth into a frenzy. She smoothed out her black and white polka dotted dress, checking her hair and makeup in the mirror, she listened to the sound of her father greeting James at the front door. He invited him in to wait for her, and she let a sigh pass her ruby red lips. Her long brunette hair was curled to perfection and pinned back neatly. Deep down, Elizabeth knew she looked like a dream, perfection in human form for her date that night, but still felt a sense of dread wash over her.

Truth be told, she knew why she wasn’t exactly excited for her date. James, while being a great guy and very good looking, was as much fun as watching paint dry. He was too clean-cut, something her parents absolutely loved, but made her feel animosity towards him. With James, you knew what you were getting right away. There were so surprises or spontaneity with him, and Elizabeth was sure the lack of excitement was going to put her into an early grave. But, her parents liked him, so she swallowed her own feelings and hurried down the stairs, hoping that if the date started sooner, it would also end sooner. James came into view, his nicely styled brunette hair moving a little as he turned his head to meet his green eyes with her brown ones. Pasting on as realistic of a smile as she could manage, she took James’s arm, fingers wrapping around the arm of the letterman jacket he wore so proudly.

James was a football all-star back in high school, and he wore the stupid jacket as a reminder of his glory days, and Elizabeth frequently wondered if it was to make up for the fact that he hadn’t done much with his life since graduating. With a tight-lipped smile, Elizabeth thanked her date quietly when he complimented her. It was all routine, and quite frankly she was exhausted with it. But in order to spare his feelings, she let him believe that everything was okay.

“Lizzie, did you hear me?” James asked her quietly while opening the door to his Volkswagen Beetle, making her face scrunch up in confusion.

“Huh?”

“I said we’re meeting with Viola and John at the diner.”

“Oh. Sure. Great.” She mumbled, excited to see her best friend, Viola, but still wishing the night would just end already.

“You alright, doll? You seem a little uptight tonight.”

“I’m not uptight.” She growled defensively, making James fall silent, driving his boring car to the boring diner that he always brought you to so that you could have the same boring meal and share the same boring milkshake.

---

“What a fox!” Tom mumbled, laughing at Harry who howled loudly in her direction.

Harrison kept his chin tucked, not really caring about the girl who was walking by. His tongue played with the end of the toothpick that was resting in between his lips. His leather jacket sat comfortably on his broad shoulders, a trademark for the gang Tom had put together. The group consisted of Tom, his twin brothers Harry and Sam, Harrison, Tuwaine, and a few other odds and ends friends they had made along the way. Harrison knew that Tom took their gang very seriously, making each one swear to fidelity and family, even going so far as to make a list of rules that the boys had to follow.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then, Harry?” Sam quipped, chuckling when Harry shook his head strongly.

“Why don’t you?” He quipped back, making Sam laugh, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Don’t think my old lady would be too happy ‘bout that, do you?” Sam retorted.

“Why don’t you go talk to her, Haz?” Tom suggested with a nonchalant shrug, eyeing the girl as she came closer to their group.

“What would I go an’ do a stupid thing like that for? You think I’m on the make?” Harrison growled, not appreciating Tom’s tone. Tom lifted his hands with a gentle laugh, showing surrender before starting a conversation with his brothers. Harrison dared to look up at the girl who had her arm around some square, and he fought the urge to wrinkle his nose in disdain for the couple. “She looks stuck up anyway.” He mumbled, ignoring the way his heart had shifted to fifth gear.

Her brown eyes reminded him a bit of his best friend’s, the same color as milk chocolate, warm and inviting. Her light brown hair had been curled to perfection, not a single ringlet out of place as they bounced with each step. Her dress was border-line sinful as it hugged each curve she’d been blessed with. Harrison felt the sudden urge to speak to her as her eyes met his, a small, polite, smile playing on her ruby red lips. Her date looked at him uncomfortably, green eyes filled with concern as he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

“Come on, Lizzie. You don’t want to be caught out here with these badasses by yourself. Pretty girl like you should be protected.” He mumbled loud enough for the group to hear, making Tom’s fists clench in anger. Harrison knew he needed to act fast, or the boys would be spending yet another night running or hiding from the fuzz.

“Easy, Tom. Don’t let this candyass chop you, ‘right?” He spoke quickly putting a hand on his shoulder in an effort to hold him back. Sam tensed, reaching towards his pocket knife in case he needed it, while Harry wore a shit-eating grin. Harrison sighed, shaking his head at the hothead of the group, repressing jokes about his hair color being a great indication of his temper. Now wasn’t the time. Tom huffed angrily, straightening out his leather jacket before turning his back on the pair, who went into the diner as if nothing had happened.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” Sam grumbled, heading for the door before pulling a comb from his pocket, slicking his petroleum jellied hair back into perfection.

The waitress was an older woman, probably old enough to be the groups’ mother, but she was friendly enough. The greasers had no problems with her until she sat them at the table right beside the couple, who had now joined another two people who also looked like a couple. Harrison rolled his eyes, watching Tom who hadn’t noticed yet. Sam looked exhausted, being the most level-headed brother, while Harry looked entertained. He knew not to act without permission from Tom, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stir the pot a little. He intentionally bumped into the arm of the guy in the letterman jacket, making him spill his soda on his shirt.

“What the hell, dude! You think you’re some kind of badass?!” The guy shouted, standing from the booth abruptly, heading into the bathroom to clean off his shirt. Harrison smirked, sliding into the booth next to the girl from earlier. He slung his arm carelessly across the back of the booth, turning his head to look at the girl.

“What’s your name, babe?”

“Well, it sure isn’t ‘babe’. Why don’t you flake off?! We don’t want you here!” The other guy growled at him, tensing his jaw in frustration. Harrison laughed, running a hand over his slicked-back hair.

“And who are you?” Harrison’s lips spread into a tight smile, clenching his jaw in an attempt to stay calm.

“John. Not that it should matter to you!”

“Oh, it doesn't. I just figured if you were being that much of a prick about it, you clearly needed the attention. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to asking this pretty girl what her name is.”

“Elizabeth.” She responded curtly, tossing her brunette hair over her shoulder, eyeing the greaser and raising an eyebrow in a challenge.

“Aren’t you going to ask me my name?” Harrison quipped, ice blue eyes holding her cognac colored ones. He was definitely entranced by her, seeing the sparkle of mischief dancing in the eyes he just couldn’t look away from.

“I would, except I don’t care.” She bit back, causing Harrison’s eyebrows to shoot towards his hairline.

“That’s not very ladylike, now is it, doll?”

“Yes, well it’s not very gentlemanly to spill coke on my boyfriend, so I guess that makes us even.” She was witty and feisty, and Harrison immediately admired that about her. Most girls were expected to sit still and look pretty, but this chick was feisty, refusing to conform to how society wanted her to be. It was noble.

“Fair enough. I’m gonna to get going before your meathead boyfriend comes back.”

“Probably a good idea.” She nodded, an amused smile threatening to spread across her face.

“See you around, Liz.”

“Elizabeth.” She corrected curtly, making Harrison laugh as he sat down with his trouble-maker friends and her boyfriend returned.

Though she tried to fight it, Elizabeth couldn’t help but look over to the handsome young man with blond hair and baby blue eyes. Each time she looked up at him, she found that he was already looking at her, causing her to blush, turning her attention on swirling the ice cubes around her coke, which was sure to have gone flat. Under the table, Viola gave her shin a good kick, making her hiss in pain.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” Viola gave her a stern look, showing that she really didn’t have any choice but to agree, following her best friend into the restroom.

“What’s wrong?” Elizabeth asked once the door was closed safely behind them.

“What’s your bag? You keep looking at that greaser like a ditz! James sees it too.”

“Don’t have a cow, Viola. ‘M not doing anything wrong.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

Viola didn’t appear to be thrilled with her best friend’s response and rolled her eyes before leaving the bathroom, stomping her feet all the way back to the booth. Elizabeth sighed, looking at herself in the mirror before heading back to the table, offering James a fake, tight-lipped smile when he eyed her warily. She stayed quiet through the rest of the meal, remembering that she had wanted some excitement in her relationship, and nothing screamed excitement quite like a bit of drama.

Harrison could feel her eyes burning into him, and he had to bite back the smile that threatened to spread across his lips. Part of him, though, grew a little insecure with himself. She was a good, sweet girl, who deserved someone like the meathead on her arm. Someone who would take good care of her, and keep her out of trouble. What kind of life would Harrison even be able to offer her? He let a soft sigh escape his lips, fighting the urge to glance over at the group of four as they got up from their seats and headed for the diner’s door. Relief washed through Harrison as he realized that at least the worst was over. A few minutes later, Tom had decided he’d had enough and was ready to head home for the night. Harrison let out a huff, feeling calmness take control, knowing that the night would, thankfully, be over soon.

Saying his goodbyes, Harrison waved before climbing into his cherry red Cadillac, his pride and joy. Tom and his brothers drove motorcycles usually, but Harrison preferred his car. Harry hooped and hollered loudly as he tore out of the parking lot of the diner, earning the headshakes from the other three boys. Harrison rolled his eyes, turning the key in his ignition and deciding to take the long way home, enjoying the cool air of the night blowing through his perfectly greased hair. Not too far from the diner, no more than two miles, he noticed a familiar black dress with white polka dots. Even in the dark, he knew it had to be her. Part of his brain told him to keep driving, you’d eventually find your own way home, but instead, he pulled over in front of her, looking at her expectantly as she approached his car. She surprised him yet again as she stuck her nose in the air, stomping right past his Cadillac.

“What are you doing, walkin’ around out here. It ain’t safe for a pretty skirt like you to be off on your own.” He smirked, putting the car back into drive, and allowing it to roll slowly beside her as she walked.

“Leave me alone.” She growled, and he chuckled.

“Where’s meathead?” He teased, making her stop for a second in her tracks, offering him a scoff before picking up her pace.

“I hardly see how that’s any of your business.”

“Oh, come on, doll. Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to help a damsel in distress out.”

“If you must know,” She hisses, glaring at him, but never once slowing her stride. It was impressive. “James asked me to get out of his car.” She added, more quietly now, as if she were embarrassed to admit it out loud.

“Well, that’s no way to treat a lady. Hop in my ride, I’ll take you home.” He smiled that stupid, perfect smile, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to do as he asked.

“I’m fine walking, thank you.”

“Oh come on, I’m not trying to score, I’m jus’ trying to help you out. Will you let me help you, Liz?” He asks, and she stops in her tracks, making him pump the breaks suddenly, rocking back and forth in his seat at the abruptness of it. He can tell she’s considering it and smirks before he adds, “I’ll just end up following you the whole way, anyway. What kinda man would I be if I let you walk all alone in the dark?” He blinks at her twice before pouting his bottom lip out for good measure and it works.

“No funny business.” She says firmly, crossing in front of the car before getting into the passenger seat. Harrison’s heart is hammering in his chest and he hates every second of it. The sooner he drops the chick off, the sooner he can go back to feeling normal again.

“What was your boyfriend thinking, dropping a stone fox like you off on the side of the road?” Harrison knew he was likely playing with fire, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in the short amount of time since she’d left the restaurant.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” She grumbled, and Harrison slammed on the breaks in shock, making them both lurch forward and she groaned in protest.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, eyeing her frantically, wanting to make sure he’d heard her right. She rolled her eyes, trying to push the tears that sprung to them away with little success. Harrison cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable with the chick crying in his caddy, putting the car back in drive and heading down the road in the direction she’d been walking.

“He didn’t like the way I was looking at you in the diner. It was going to happen sooner or later. He’s such a square.” She laughed gently, and Harrison was sure his heart all but stopped in his chest at the sound. It was beautiful, melodic, and he hated her so much for having any kind of effect on him.

“Oh? And what way were you looking at me, doll?” He teased, glancing over at her.

“Do you have to take me right home? I’d like to hang out for a little while if that’s alright with you.” Her voice was quiet now as she changed the subject, and Harrison tried to ignore the tear he could see sparkling on her cheek under the lampposts.

“Uh-sure.” he was confused, just a few moments sooner, she’d wanted nothing to do with him, and now she was asking to spend more time with him. “I know a great spot.”

It didn’t take long to get there, five minutes at the most, and he parked his caddy. This spot was at the top of a hill, just outside of town, overlooking the lights from the neighborhood below. The moon was full and bright, creating enough light in the car that they could properly see each other. Even though he’d known what she looked like, he couldn’t help but revel in her beauty, but he frowned when she shuddered. Wordlessly, he reached in the back seat of the car, offering her a blue denim jacket. She smiled at him gratefully, sliding her arms inside it and smelling the sleeves, sighing in content when she could smell him on it.

“Why do you have this?” Her voice was small, and he turned to her, eyebrows furrowing.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I’ve never seen you wear anything except that leather jacket,” she mumbled, pointing at the jacket he’d been wearing all night, “I’m just surprised that you have this at all. It’s not really your style.” She shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe it’s the leather that’s not really my style.” He mimicked her gesture, allowing his shoulders to nearly touch his ears before dropping them.

Elizabeth was quiet for a little while, playing with a string that was hanging from the right sleeve of her borrowed jacket, and Harrison watched her intently. He was completely enamored with her, helplessly bound by some wordless spell she’d casted on him. He wanted her-needed her- and he realized that it seemed creepy, but he’d do anything, be anything for her. Something about how sweet and innocent she was made him want to protect her from the world around her because she was also sheltered. She hadn’t seen the ugliness around her yet, and he wanted to be there to shield her from it when she did.

“Why did your boyfriend break up with you?” He blurted out, instantly regretting it. He started to apologize when she interrupted him.

“You fascinated me. James was a square, but you, you seemed so exciting. I can’t imagine how dangerous it is to be in that gang, and maybe it shouldn’t be, but it’s all so interesting to me. It seems...exciting.”

“It is exciting. But it’s also dangerous and scary. It’s not a world for a chick like you to be living in.”

“I could handle myself just fine,” Elizabeth growled defensively, and Harrison chuckled to himself as he realized her nose scrunched up a little when she was annoyed. It was cute.

“I know you could. And, I’d love to take you out sometime, but what kind of man would I be if I brought you into my world, knowing how dangerous it could be?” He asked, and Elizabeth fell silent, making him worry just a little. After a few quiet moments, she finally spoke up.

“I’d like to go home now.”

Harrison watched her for another moment, letting out a sigh when she didn’t speak again or even spare so much as a glance his way. He knew that what he was doing was right, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t suck for him. He felt as though he’d finally found a shred of light in the dark, only to quickly snuff the light out himself. The whole way back to her house, Elizabeth refused to say a word to him, and he couldn’t help but kick himself for saying anything when he did. Had he waited just a little longer, the drive back wouldn’t have been so tense, not that he could blame her. Upon pulling into her driveway, she got out of the car, slamming the door closed behind her and making Harrison wince. She’d barely uttered a thank you before going into her house, never to be heard from again. Or so he thought.

Weeks had gone by, and Elizabeth had managed to avoid Harrison at every opportunity she could, but it was only a matter of time before fate took the reigns of their lives, causing them to bump into each other one early Saturday afternoon at the store. Elizabeth had walked there, as she did most places, and Harrison was just out with Tom and his brothers, no doubt picking a few things up on a five finger discount. Ever since that night with Elizabeth, Harrison had found himself second guessing everything he thought he knew. He wanted to say something to you, tell you he was wrong, but he knew if he tried with his friends around, they would never let him hear the end of it. So, he let her slip through his fingers once again.

It was another two weeks before she’d seen Harrison again. She’d been sitting in her bed, flipping through a magazine when she heard a soft thud hit her second-floor window. She ignored it at first, but when it persistently continued, she got up, opening it to see Harrison standing beneath it on the ground. She raised her eyebrows, showing her unamusement and he flashed her his brilliant smile, almost making her cave. Almost. Instead, she crossed her arms, letting a sigh out through her nose, trying not to smirk when his smile faded substantially.

“Look, Liz, I’m sorry!”

“Elizabeth.” She corrected coldly. “What do you want, Harrison?” She hissed, and he flinched, trying to keep his nerve.

“Can you come down? I’ve got some things to say to you.”

“I’m not interested in-”

“Please, Elizabeth.” He interrupted, begging. She let out a huff before heading to her bedroom door, flying down the stairs in record time. She ignored her parents as they asked her what she was doing, opening the door before slamming it behind her in frustration, crossing her arms as she rounded the house to meet Harrison.

“What do you want?” She repeated with a snarl, making him sigh heftily.

“I don’t know.” He answered with furrowed brows, grasping her elbow after she scoffed and turned to walk away. “But, I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m no good at this because I’ve never had to chase a skirt before. I like you, Liz. Hell, I might even love you. Honestly, I have no idea what’s happening to me, and I’m flipping my wig. Look, Liz, I like you. I really, really like you and I was just trying to-”

She rolled her eyes, taking a step forward and pressing her lips firmly to his to interrupt his monologue. He let out a quiet whimper, clearly surprised by her forwardness, which made her smirk into the kiss. His lips were chapped, but Elizabeth didn’t mind at all. He slowly placed his hands on her hips, pulling her into him and sliding his tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a breathless whine, opening her mouth to let her tongue twirl with his. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs, pulling away to catch her breath before looking into his eyes with a soft smile.

“You talk too much.” She whispered, looking at the ground beneath her.

“Your parents aren’t going to like me the way they liked meathead, you know. I’ll be on my best behavior, but it won’t make much difference…” He trailed off, holding your eyes with his.

“I don’t care. I want you.” She whispered, earning another firm kiss to her lips.

Elizabeth had spent far too long with James, knowing that something was missing and having the hardest time figuring out what it was. And while Harrison had mellowed out quite a bit after meeting you, spending a little less time with Tom and his brothers and spending less time hiding or running from the fuzz by consequence. However, he still offered her just the right amount of excitement, making adrenaline pump through her blood in the thrill of it. He loved her, and she loved him, both balancing each other perfectly, as all things should be. Harrison had truly been everything she never knew she needed.

Hope you liked it!

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BASICS.

FULL NAME : Soledad Amaranta Guerrero ALIAS : Boss, Jefaza, Furia, Sol AGE : 38 (as of this moment in Bossville) BIRTHDAY : August 8th ETHNIC GROUP : Latinx NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish, a bit of Russian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Polygamous RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Currently in an open relationship with Eli Mitchell. Recently lost a long time lover, Troy Bradshaw, and even more recently mutually ended a relationship with Johnny CLASS : Working Class (No matter the size of her ‘bank account’ Furia is who she has always been. A Latina from Mission Beach and worked her ass off every day of her life--legitimately and not. HOME TOWN / AREA : Stilwater born and raised CURRENT HOME : Currently she only has a residence on Zin, her Bossville residence deteriorated and has not been restored. Though Eli has offered for her to come to the New Earth settlement in his dimension. PROFESSION : Racer, boost, gang leader, galactic emperor, formerly POTUS

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Jet Black, wavy and usually worn down. It’s currently regrown out to about her shoulders. EYES : Hazel, rimmed in green, with long lashes and a strong swooping brow NOSE : straight and defined, not quite buttonish, but rather unremarkable FACE : Triangular to Square, she has prominent cheekbones, a squarish jaw with a strong chin. LIPS : Average, but on the fuller side. Always painted in a blood red, which is really smudge-resistent. Though she’s not adverse to occasionally intentionally wearing a less kiss-proof version of the shade. COMPLEXION : Using this reference, her tone ranges from tawny to terra cotta, leaning toward the brown-red. BLEMISHES : She has the occasional dark freckle on her arms and back, but not many. SCARS : There are several across her knuckles. On her torso there are thin scars, both smooth and jagged, from gunshots and knife wounds. She’s got one that nearly traces her collar bone, but is really only noticeable when she has a tan--it goes silvery and almost seems to take on a ghastly glow. Most of them have faded by now. TATTOOS : A large ornate Fleur de lis on her right shoulderblade, a TS on her left hand, a chaos symbol at the top of her spine at her hairline, a fiery lion on her hip. A lovely ornate peacock has joined the mix, along with a wolf  on her lower back. There is a small four leaf clover in black and white on her right ankle and a clever spider crawling across the inside of her right wrist.  HEIGHT : 5′9″ WEIGHT : 132 lbs BUILD : Trim, defined but not toned. She has a dancer’s body. FEATURES : Long legs, ruby red lips, and a thick curtain of wavy ink black hair ALLERGIES : Bullshit USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long and loose, showing off her natural waves, which get curlier the shorter her hair is. USUAL FACE LOOK : Usually she has a welcoming look. Thankfully, she doesn’t suffer from resting bitch face, but that sultry pout gets her in trouble from time to time. USUAL CLOTHING : Furia is usually dressed quite posh. She even makes sloopy jeans and a t-shirt look dressy. She keeps her appearance up to a certain rather refined scale complete with stylish heels and boots, though of late she’s been veering back into baggy jeans, clunky work boots in purple, baggy hoodies, and bandanas (mainly for when she goes ‘writing’).

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Open water, boats, losing people she cares about, being the cause of the loss of those she cares about (either death or estrangement) ASPIRATION / S : Stealing every moment of happiness she can from the darkness of the world, as well as guiding the empire to autonomy. She’s rather hoping to steal a large chunk of time in the next four years to bask in the time Eli has left. POSITIVE TRAITS : Loyal, protective, playful NEGATIVE TRAITS : Can be incredibly self-destructive MBTI : ENFJ ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine SOUL TYPE / S : The Warrior, with a side of the Nurturer (x) ANIMALS : Lions, big cats, house cats VICE HABIT / S : Fighting (she’ll go to fight clubs, start brawls), alcohol, sex FAITH : None GHOSTS? : Yes, she’s felt haunted her entire life AFTERLIFE? : No. (Though she wants to hope that there is one, if only for the people she’s lost, and because of Eli’s threat to come back and see her after he’s gone.) REINCARNATION? : No. (She sees Talon as a special case. It’s not something available to normal people.) ALIENS? : Of course! POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Rather a mix of egalitarian and socialist ideals ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She is struggling to keep the empire in barter system, there are forces seeking to monetize the economy. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : She believes in the idea that equality is the trait that will allow the people of her empire the freedom to pursue liberty and happiness. EDUCATION LEVEL : Finished high school. Nearly completed her associate’s in accounting.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Martín Guerrero MOTHER : Angela Guerrero SIBLINGS : Memo, Maximo, Enrique & Emilio, Socorro, Gabriel EXTENDED FAMILY : Several aunts and uncles NAME MEANING / S : Soledad means solitude. After losing her parents and grandparents, she feared that her name might signify her fate. That thought still haunts her from time to time, especially lately with Troy’s death and her estrangement with Johnny. Amaranta means unfading, and Guerrero means warrior. HISTORICAL CONNECTION? : Only in Stilwater, her grandfather (Yayo) Alejandro ran a black market smuggling ring out of the Stilwater docks. He was careful and successful enough to remain unknown to officials in the city.

FAVOURITES.

BOOK : Persuasion by Jane Austen, maybe tied with Fantomina by Eliza Haywood MOVIE : Probably the Fast and the Furious movies--cars, races, chases, explosions, and fights. Hard to beat, or so she tells me. 5 SONGS :  Alpha Female by Wild Beasts, Raise Hell by Dorothy, A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, Bad Influence by P!nk DEITY : God, though the two had a falling out years ago, she chooses not to believe in him HOLIDAY : New Year’s & Mardi Gras MONTH : March, because it’s usually quite rainy SEASON : Winter PLACE : Anywhere, as long as she’s there with someone she loves WEATHER : Rainy or sunny SOUND : The powerful rumble of well-built engine SCENT / S :  Spices, smoke TASTE / S : Caramel, spices, chiles, smoked meats and veggies,  . FEEL / S : Lace, silk, denim, skin. ANIMAL / S : Lions, specifically lionesses NUMBER : 8 COLOUR : Black, white, purple, lavender.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Cooking and baking, drawing and ‘writing’, dancing, picking locks, driving, boosting cars BAD AT : Pistol accuracy, dealing with her own failures (particularly when she feels she’s failed the people closest to her), placing herself before the people she loves,  TURN ONS : Confidence, fun loving nature, adventurousness, loyalty TURN OFFS : Lack of a sense of humor, taking oneself too seriously, lying/dishonesty HOBBIES : Dancing, graffiti, drawing, cooking (though not as much now that she doesn’t have a place in Bossville). TROPES : Lovable Rogue, Tomboy & Girly Girl (Though she fits both roles in her timeline), Sugar & Ice Personality (though few have witnessed her icy side) AESTHETIC TAGS : #Araña, #Seda y Encaje, #Dulce y Picante, #Veloz GPOY QUOTES :  “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” -Oscar Wilde | “One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” -Paulo Coelho | “Never waste a moment, it may be the last with someone you love.”

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Natalie Danish & herself ALT FC / S : I don’t know her name but the woman who is in the avatar square when posts from this blog show in the dashboard. OLDER FC / S : Haven’t really given it much thought. To be honest, I’m not sure she’ll make it to fifty or much past.  YOUNGER FC / S : Again, I’ve posted a pic or two here and there, but of nameless folks. VOICE CLAIM / S : Rebecca Sanabria (the Latina VO actress from SR 2) Though Furia’s got a thicker accent than most, she never wanted or tried to lose it. Honestly, when I hear her voice in my head I hear deeper Latina voices like Sofia Vergara, Salma Hayek, and Maria Conchita Alonzo. GENDERBENT FC / S : Jason Momoa (who is also the FC for her brother Memo, they look very much alike).

MUN QUESTIONS.

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

A1 : It would be some over dramatic mix of action and romance probably. There would probably be a lot of cars and skimpy lingerie. It’d likely have some corny name like Silk & Steel, or something foolish.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : It would be a mix of things you can dance to.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : I actually created Furia for a smut one shot. She was supposed to be a one trick pony and this happened.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4: She’s just this mix of serious and playful. It’s really her imperfections and faults that I enjoy the most.

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

A5 : Oh, she can be quiet moody and self-destructive.

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

A6 : A love of music and caramel. And we’re both good cooks.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : She thinks I really need to get out more 

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

A8 : All of them! Really! Whether it’s something playful or character building. The interactions with everyone are always fun, and even the most innocent, calm, superficial interactions and draw out some of her history and pieces of her personality. Honestly, her interactions with other muses and characters has allowed me to develop Furia much more fully over the last several years.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Music, movies, prompts, RP, talking to other muns, reading, driving. And for some reason when I fall asleep, she tends to pop into my head some nights. It kills me because I always end up sitting up 5 or 6 times to jot down some idea that came to me as I was falling asleep.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A few hours give or take.

Tagging @nightmareon3rdst, @thirdstreetshackles, @demonsaint, and anyone else who would like to participate as well. I just think most of the folks who I’d usually tag were either already tagged, tagged me, or completed it beforehand.