#i just love the mid Atlantic accents

[smute]

americans who have watched the gilded age, what accent is carrie coon going for in your opinion? i NEED to know because i am obsessed with her. she has a beautiful voice and i guess much of the charm is just her own timbre but i still suspect that she's doing something very clever with mrs russell's accent.

to me it sounds like a very overenunciated and deliberately general north american accent? which would make so much sense for an upwardly mobile 'new money' character who's trying super hard to sound like she came from everywhere and nowhere (i think her ancestors are referred to as potato pickers at one point)

other people have said she's simply doing mid-atlantic, which would still be period (and class) appropriate i guess? just a little less exciting lol. but to me she sounds so different from most of the other rich bitches, like she doesn't drop a lot of R's for example (afaict at least?) im not a native speaker though so im just wondering if there's something i'm missing. am i reading too much into it?

[howdidigetsowrong]

Mama, I cannot watch the revival during the day. U really can’t see shit

[crackerzaf]

Oh yeah, it's my favorite time when I get to obsess over my hc about when Alastor was alive

I like the idea that Alastor's father, Francois, stayed with his mother, Myrtle, until Alastor was six years old. However, Francois eventually left because the prospect of raising and witnessing the growth of his "ultimate sin" terrified him. Alastor's parents were heavily Christian, especially Francois

(Francois and Myrtle have a very toxic and complicated relationship)

(His parent's back story)

So my idea is that when Alastor was 16, he was already being told he needed to start working as a farm hand or at a factory anything to pay bills. Alastor didn't want to. He wanted more to his life than sugar cane's and oil rigs. He told his mother about how he dreamed of being more than just another man living in New orleans. Myrtle understood but she knew a woman of her time and place she wasn't going to be able to give him that. So she reached out to Francois and she miraculously manged to convince him to let Alastor study up in New York with him.

Although Alastor was excited to move to the far glamorous and larger city, he still didn't like Francois, and when he arrived there, Francois made sure Alastor blended in with high society after all this was a risky thing to do for Alastor inviting Alastor into a world that would so easily destroy him.

And even though Alastor learned so much from being upstate, the unbridled hatred he had for Francois never left they would get into arguments and although Alastor could get a few hits in ultimately Francois would win and he wasn't afraid to remind Alastor that as easily as he gave him an in he could send him back in to nothing.

In my hc I think the reason why Francois took him in was because deep down he truly did want Alastor to be his son, but he can't let himself because he thinks if admitting that he shows any form of sympathy or empathy for Alastor would be him acknowledging his sins that his religion so staunchly disagree with. So I think he just hits him till he feels as though he’s lulled the demons away.

Side notes I just wanted to point out.

Alastor only got glasses after he started to live with his dad, his mom knew he needed them but she could never afford to buy him a pair.

When Alastor was living with his dad he learned about the mid atlantic accent and started adopting that as his normal voice

More to come later… god I love thinking about these hc au ideas I have for alastor and his family it’s so fun 🤩

[kenandeliza]

a collection of ideas of a post-suspendium Golden Age comics Billy Batson if he ended up in the 21st century (pick any comic continuity

EDIT: IF YOU SEE THIS POST HAVING A WEIRD/REPEATING PARAGRAPH/FORMAT, LET ME KNOW BECAUSE TUMBLR ISNT WORKING FOR MY MOBILE

1.adoption scenario

(If a leaguer wanted to adopt Billy, he’d just show them his birth certificate)

Billy smirking:” Sorry, you can’t legally adopt a grandpa”

2. Billy teasing with a smug boomer voice: “Back in my day, we used to play with atomic machines!”

3. youtube

Billy:thanks for showing me how to use a modern phone (insert friend from 21st century)! But I wonder, where is the tv remote for changing the youtube channel? And Where is the news?

(Friend from the 21st century):*sighs* it’s so over

4. Old friends

Aside from the fawcett city heroes, Billy in this case probably relates more to the older heroes like wildcat, Alan scott or Jay Garrick, maybe they have multiple team ups in the past and would reminiscent over it (the rest having their favorite drinks while Billy preferring his hot chocolate ice cream)

5. Teasing

The younger hero teams who know his identity would teasingly call him a “boomer”, Billy wanted to protest that he technically was born before boomers but they ignored it and still teased him about it.

to the rest of the heroes who didn’t know about his identity, they assume captain marvel is more than centuries old, and thinks this is the reason the kid heroes calls him a boomer.

6. Jokes

Billy: “oh so these memes are like what replaces comic strips i used to read, how nice”

Some of these ideas are taken from the fanfics i’ve written, some just came to me inside my head, but it’s fun to think about it.

(Edited: added more scenarios)

7. Caprisuns

Caprisuns werent invented yet when Billy was in suspendium. After getting out of suspendium, He really likes caprisun.

Other leaguers would be confused, Marvel's liking of caprisun is comparable to Martian Manhunter's love of oreos. When asked about when his capri sun addiction started, Marvel shrugged, "They weren't made before I was born, so it was only recent"

The league is now confused as to how old marvel is. Wonder Woman relates to this with her fascination of ice cream flavors.

8. Billy automatically put on a Mid-atlantic accent whenever he is near a microphone due to his habit and work with Whiz station for his TV segments as well as radio programs.

Whenever Captain Marvel uses a communicator, he unintentionally uses a mid-atlantic accent (this confuses the leaguers, "who is this guy!?"). Some of the leaguers enjoyed listening to his voice

Marvel would occasionally file an audio JL report (yes, with the same mid-atlantic accent) when he's on a hurry and couldn't type it out with his typewriter (he still finds it difficult to use a computer) : "And there you have it, folks! In a nutshell, I managed to handle the There was an outbreak of imps but Mary and I already took care of it, Junior apprehend the acrobat after a terible case of Moonitis, the three of us thwarted Mr. Mind's dastardly scheme to seize control of the sun, and we all prevented Sivana from being promoted to "King of Earth" by hurling his atomic bomb straight into the heart of the sun itself! That's the latest from me, This is Captain Marvel, signing off!"

Leaguer: "Why does he sound like a radio host commenting on a football game?"

Other leaguer:*shrugs*

9. Billy watches a cgi lion movie for the first time

..and thought innocently that there are other talking tigers like tawky tawny.

Some of these ideas are taken from the fanfics i’ve written, some just came to me inside my head, but it’s fun to think about it.

[catwouthats]

Young Justice (98’) and their ACCENTS because it drives me insane

Bart Allen: Internet/game accent with a southerner twang (plus, speedsters process the world around them differently, including language, so I imagine there is a sort of “speedster accent” since he’s not used to speaking slow)

Anita Fite: Bayou, Haitian, and slight Jamaican accent (probably got not as strong after less time with her relatives. Btw her dad is Jamaican. Also, where did she move to with her dad after gma’s death? Bc that would influence it too)

Tim Drake: Gotham accent (NY or NJ. Mid-Atlantic) kinda privileged white boy version.

Kon El: I hc him as speaking in a “charming” city/suburb way (Delaware aka metropolis), while trying to hide that ever so slight rural mid-west accent from slipping out at certain words

Cissie King-Jones: A suburban east-coast accent (She is from Pennsylvania) but add the fact she goes to an all girls school (groups can form their own dialects)

Cassie Sandsmark: suburban east-coast accent mostly. (mixed slightly with NYC style accent)

Slobo: he’s from another planet, but if ya interpret how they spell what he says mixed with his personality you get rough city-southern (slurred speech with some consonants spat. Harsh, gravelly voice.)

Secret: She grew up in Rhode Island (suburbs I think?), so New England accent. Also, based on how they show her speech bubbles/text: soft spoken, week voice, strained

More languages headcanons:

- Kon tries to avoid saying words like “dog” around his friends and crushes. When he does have to say it, he’s very conscious of how his pronouncing it and will pause a moment before saying it slightly slow.

- Because of Bart being neurodivergent, he picks up accents easily. And his accent can fluctuate occasionally into the accent of who his speaking to. (This is technically canon)

- A Valley Girl moved to Cissies school and infected the whole school with her accent. She then has a slight valley accent for a bit (never fully goes away)

- Bart Allen confuses the FUCK out of other southerners since he speaks so fast with a slight southern accent.

- Bart’s voice is fucking weird in general bc he had to get used to speaking 10x slower than normal (bc VR world n shit)

- It’s canon that Cassie says “like” a lot, and I just wanna point that out again

- They all mock the way Tim speaks

- Nobody mocks the way Bart speaks (some of them want to but literally don know how to since his accent is so weird)

- Slobo’s accent is slightly softer than Lobo’s (genetic runt n all). He tries to force it to be harsh most of the time though.

- Secret is so soft spoke with a strained voice bc of her ptsd. After she becomes human again she is slightly better, but the way she strains her voice hurts her now since it’s a solid body.

- Not exactly a hc, but did Anita smack Kon after he mocked her accent? Bc if they didn’t show it in the comic, I hc she did. Kon tried to be better after mocking her accent that one time though (This is canon. She pretended something he said once was a racist thing and he got so scared. She laughed at him for it and said she was just messing).

- Strangers sometimes stare at Bart and Slobo talking to each other bc their accents are so odd. When one of them notice, they silently signal to the other, and then they both suddenly stop talking to turn ominously to the person looking. (They also later let Anita in on their trick bc they noticed that some racist people occasionally shoot her weird looks. They love scaring bigots with this trick.)

- After all her parents died, Anita noticed her accent start to slip and that frustrated her, so she made sure to make sure to have her Haitian accent prevail (visits to her hometown, etc.)

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, dad's best friend!graves, afab!reader, lots of teasing, overload on nicknames, pool sex, praise, fingering, exhibitionism, public sex (?), implied age gap (graves is mid 30s, reader is early 20s), allusions to car sex and mirror sex *not proofread, just pure horny

[inspo from an ask and @whip-smarts 🫣]

MINORS DNI!!

the water swished around your legs as you sat on the edge of the pool, simply dipping your legs in. you sipped on a cold lemonade, watching the ripples in the water. the sound of the sliding door and a familiar southern accent made you perk up.

"mr. graves!"

you set down your drink, all but running over to him. you quickly looped your arms around his torso, making him stumble back. a smile was quick to appear on his face, chuckling softly as he held you.

"well hi sweetheart, missed me, did ya?"

he planted a quick kiss on your head, holding your waist as he swayed you in his arms. his thumb drew circles into the exposed skin of your back, keeping an arm around you as he talked with your father.

"she couldn't wait to see you again, bouncing all over the place just waiting for you."

'bouncing all over the place.' his head was soon filled with the increasingly inappropriate moments he's had with you. the times he's kissed your soft lips and watched your tits bounce as you rode him in the backseat of his car. the way he held and groped your body as he bent you over in front of your bedroom mirror. not to mention how he watched how your tits bounced as you raced over to him just now and how they pressed into his arm.

"nice to know a pretty little lady wants me."

he looked at you with a smug smile, quirking an eyebrow as your cheeks heated up, looking away from him. he did not doubt that you were thinking of a handful of intimate moments you'd shared.

"you two have fun out here, I gotta make a few calls."

with that, your father headed back inside, already typing away on his phone. graves held your waist as he walked over to the poolside sun chair. you pouted softly when he pulled away from you, watching as he emptied his pockets on the small table.

"you gotta get in if you wanna have fun, mr. graves."

he turned to you, raising an eyebrow as he tugged you closer by your waist. "how many times do I gotta tell you to drop the formalities, babydoll?"

you huffed out a laugh, looping your arms around his neck as you pushed your chest up to his. he groaned at how you pushed yourself into him, watching your tits slightly spill out from your baby pink bikini top.

"alright alright, fine. philip, you gotta jump in to have fun." graves whistled quietly, loving the way his name slipped from your lips.

"yea? wanna get me wet, sweetpea?" you nodded sweetly to his words, swaying your hips with the music that played from your speaker.

"I'd much rather get you wet, wouldn't you want that too, baby cakes?" your cheeks heated up again, pressing your face to his shoulder. you walked backward slowly, still clinging to graves. with a quick move, you switch positions with him, pushing him down as you did. he quickly grabbed your arm, dragging you down into the pool with him.

you let out a quick huff, wiping the hair out of your face. graves quickly resurfaced the water, shaking his head as he wipes his face. thankfully you had fallen into the shallow end of the pool because of the way graves stood in the water with his dress shirt clinging to each curve of his toned body.

you shamelessly stared, taking in the way droplets of water trailed down his exposed forearms where he had rolled his sleeves up and down his neck and chest where he had unbuttoned his shirt a bit. "like what you see, baby?"

you hummed and nodded, tugging him close by his shirt collar. you pressed your lips against him, keeping a hand on his neck and the other on his chest. graves had a hand on your lower back, the other sliding from your ass to your thigh, hiking it up against his hip.

"you'll be good for me, yea? be my good bunny?" he pushed you against the wall of the pool, a hand still on your back while the other pressed to your pulsing cunt. you let out a choked moan as he circled his fingers over your clit. you bit your lip harshly as his hand dove under your bikini.

you tried to muffle your sounds, leaning your head against his collarbone as you watched how his fingers played with your clit. your nails are digging into your palms as you choke on your own moans. "atta girl, keep nice and quiet for me, yea?" you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck as he buries his fingers in your warm pussy.

"just like that sugar, such a good girl for me." warmth spread across your chest, your cunt clenching around his fingers. graves laughed each time your greedy pussy tightened around him with each soft praise he whispered in your ear. his cock twitched as he listened to each soft whimper that slipped past your lips.

your nails dug into his shoulders, hiding your face in his chest as he drew circles on your clit. he cooed out small praises, holding you close to him as you feel your body tighten. he held you close, kissing along your neck and shoulders as your body tensed and pulsed with bliss.

the sound of the sliding door made you both jump apart, rubbing your faces as you tried to act inconspicuous. you two stole soft glances as he got out of the pool, staring at the veins in his arms as he pulled himself out. he threw you a soft wink, blowing a kiss your way as you leaned against the pool edge.

[rallamajoop]

Neil Newbon's Heisenberg Playlist

So I watched this great interview with Neil Newbon ‒ the VA and motion actor for Heisenberg, terrifically talented guy. With encouragement from the text chat, he shared a few of the tracks on the playlist he created for Heisenberg ‒ something he apparently likes to do for a lot of the characters he plays.

One track, called simply "John", was by a band called the Cold Stares (in Neil's words: hard fucking rock, very gritty, very dirty, with a country edge).

John won’t you dig that grave, John won’t you dig that grave, John won’t you dig that grave, Gonna bury you in that hole someday.      

On paper, it's a song about a man tracking down the grave digger (John) that his wife is having an affair with, but just taking the sound and that chorus line? Oh boy, can I hear it!

But the other song Neil singled out from his playlist? "I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Raitt.

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't You can't make your heart feel something it won't Here in the dark, in these final hours I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power But you won't, no you won't 'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't      

And I mean... damn. I guess you could maybe find a way to spin it as about parental love (or lack thereof) between Heisenberg and Miranda, but that sure ain't where my mind went... XD

There's plenty more great stuff in that full interview ‒ a lot about how much he loves doing performance capture, as a medium where he gets to play so many different characters he'd never be cast as in live action. When cast as Heisenberg, he was apparently told only mid-Atlantic accent, which is a hell of a feature to emphasise.

He talks a bit about his work as Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3 too (because, y'know, it's not enough that this guy is Heisenberg, he's also the whole damn Internet's new elf-vampire-boyfriend too), as the game was already in early access by then, even if it was still years short of release. The full interview is a two-hour stream, but well worth a listen.

But the one last related detail I'd like to share here is one other track by the Cold Stares which I found in their discography while looking for "John", and which I have to say strikes me as another terrific Heisenberg track ‒ Dig my grave with a silver spade... Six foot in the ground and I can't get away.

Neil doesn't mention it himself, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if it's in his playlist somewhere. It's called "Headstone Blues".

I woke up this morning, with the headstone blues She's gonna kill me, gonna cut me loose Tied my tie in a pretty noose I can't win, she can't lose

I ain't the first, no, I ain't the first to leave you Oh but I know, I may be the last

Dig my grave with a silver spade Find a weeping willow to give me shade Bring me flowers on a summer day Six foot in the ground and I can't get away

I ain't the first, no, I ain't the first to leave you Oh but I know, I may be the last

[jerzwriter]

So, I’ve been at the airport for what feels like..

Anyway, my flight is delayed 4 hours, so my started wandering, and now I have to know.

In my head, Tobias from canon has a somewhat deep voice with a slight drawl (don’t ask me why the drawl because I don’t see him as Southern just maybe Mid-Atlantic, yk?)

Anyway, what does your Tobias sound like? Does he speak like Jesse or have a deeper timbre to his voice?

HA! This is a great question - especially since I had Grey's Anatomy on for background noise while working from home today. Now, while I like Jesse's voice, and I've been blessed enough to hear it up close and personal now, that is not Tobias's voice.

Like you, I think it's deeper. I don't know if drawl is the word, but it might be. LOL. He never acquired a Boston accent, at all. Even though he loves the city and considers it his home, nope, never. Not even a little. If I ever find anyone who sounds like him, I will be sure to let you know, because I know it... you know? lol

Tagging other Tobias creators to see their opinions, too. Does he sound like Jesse to you? @alj4890 @tveitertotwrites and @lucy-268 if she ever logs on lol

[soot-and-salt]

If they ever make shorts or filler episodes, I would love to have one where the hotel gang learns that transatlantic accents are fake. And make it their mission to get Al to slip up and use his true Southern accent. So Angel looks up online how to make people's accent slip

1. Get them really angry? --Probably a bad idea

2. Get them really drunk? -- Not gonna happen in front of them

3. Get them surrounded by other people with the same accent. --Maybe!

And thus they bring the entire hotel to some authentic Cajun restaurant that opened up within the last 7 years. And the rest of the episode is just the hotel gang crying from the amount of spice and Alastor being over the moon with the food and company

Hello anon!!

This would be cute as hell. I can also see Angel pushing Alastor until one night alone at the bar, Alastor drops it completely and gives him a whole dang speech in his old (probably rusty) drawl, finishing it up in his usual clipped mid-Atlantic with "And no one will ever believe you" while Angel stares at him in open mouth shock.

Because a nice Southern meal is all well and good but nothing tastes as great as fucking with people does.

[sassypossumm]

On The Streets of New York

Chpt. 2 or How you met Howard Stark and the great pizza debate of '48

So, where did you say you were from, Miss L/N?” Jack looked up at you from over the report he was finishing up. Leaning back in your chair you folded your arms and smiled.

“I don’t believe I mentioned, Chief Thompson.”

“Fair enough.” Jack acquiesced, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. Sighing deeply, you propped your feet up on the desk. “Feet off.” He tapped the bottom of one of your boots with the pencil.  

“Are you going to be done soon?” His eyes flitted in your direction before turning back to the papers.

“Filing the report about that man that tried to assault you? Yes.” Fighting back an eye roll at his dry tone, you folded your arms and turned your attention to the ceiling.

“Can we get something to eat when you’re done? I’m starving.”

“Sure, there’s a fly in the wall pizza joint around the corner. Joe’s.”

“Is it any good?” Finally taking your feet off of the desk, you leaned forward and planted your elbows on your knees. Jack glanced up at you and smirked.

“Only the best pizza joint in New York.” Resting your chin in your hand, you cocked your head slightly and narrowed your eyes.

“Oh, really?” Resting your elbows on the edge of the desk you raised a brow at the man in front of you.

“Yes, really.” Jack dropped his pencil and folded his arms on the desktop.

“Well, Chief Thompson, I have it on good authority that Emilio’s on 4th has the best pizza in all of New York.” You grinned widely at the memory of Steve sharing this bit of information from his past. Jack’s snort brought you back to the present.

“That second rate joint in Brooklyn?” Jack shook his head and picked back up his pencil. “Whoever told you that has never had decent pizza.”

“Now wait just a,”

“I thought I heard more than one voice back here.” A strong mid Atlantic accent cut off your protestation. Turning in your chair you were met with one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen in your life. What with his neatly groomed dark hair and dashing mustache, he looked like he’d just stepped out of one of your old movies. And boy, did he look vaguely familiar.

“What are you doing here, Stark?” Jack didn’t even bother to look up from his writing.

“I was looking for Peg, but she wasn’t here.” The man took his hat off and dropped it on Jack’s desk. “Heard voices and thought I’d investigate.” Jack looked from the hat on his desk to the man now resting his hand on the edge of the desk with mild irritation.

“If your curiosity is satisfied, I’m busy.”

“On the contrary, my curiosity has been sufficiently piqued.” The man turned his full attention on you at that. Dialing the charm up to 11 he extended his hand and gave you a smile that could only be described as dazzling. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, Miss, I’d have remembered a lady as lovely as you.” Peeling your eyes away from his, you glanced at Jack.

“Is he for real?”

“Unfortunately.” Jack muttered, shaking his head and erasing something on one of the papers. Sensing the man was still staring at you, you turned slowly and tentatively took the man’s hand, fully intending to shake it, only for him to lift your hand to his lips. You squirmed at the tickle of his mustache against your hand, admittedly it wasn’t a terrible feeling though.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” When he made no attempt to release your hand, you glanced first at Jack, only to see the crown of his head. Turning back to the expectant man, you gave him your best poker face and extracted your hand from his.

“Lana Turner.” You didn’t acknowledge Jack’s snort and fought a grin of your own. The man merely raised a brow and smirked. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you’re Clark Gable.” The man opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Jack clearing his throat.

“Alright kiddies, play time’s over.” Standing from his chair, Jack straightened the papers and rounded the desk to drop them into a basket on the desk behind you. Turning back, he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and slung it over his shoulders. “Y/N L/N, meet resident busy body, Howard Stark.”

“Howard Stark.” You breathed, drawing the attention of both men. No wonder he seemed so familiar.  Before Howard could answer, Jack picked up his hat from the desk and dropped it into his hands.

“And now, Mr. Stark, if you’re done playing vice squad, the office is closed.” Tucking his hands in his pockets, Jack motioned for you to follow.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.” With a final nod of your head, you trotted after Jack. Howard looked from the hat in his hands to the pair of you headed towards the door and made a split decision. Slamming the hat on his head, he took off after you.

“Where are we going?”

“We?” You and Jack froze just short of the door and turned to look at Howard. He chuckled and folded his arms.

“Consider me a concerned citizen, looking after the welfare of this young lady.”

“What are you implying, Stark?” Jack took a warning step forward, narrowing his eyes slightly at the shorter man. Howard met his eye and raised a brow in challenge.

“Chief Thompson, please, I’m hungry.” Folding your own arms, you huffed, not caring in the least that you sounded terribly bratty. This had been a long day and the last thing you wanted to do was stand here while two fat headed men had some weird machismo squabble. Both men turned to look at you.

“Sure, sure.” Turning, Jack gave Howard a final once over before cupping your elbow to guide you from the office.

“Where are we going?” Howard followed at a glacial pace, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“Joe’s pizzeria.” Jack called over his shoulder, not pausing to look at him.

“You can’t seriously be taking her there?” He scoffed, jogging to catch up with you.

“Where do you suggest, Mr. Stark?” Howard grinned when you caught his eye and winked.

“For pizza there’s only one place to go, Sugar Plum.”

“Where’s that?” Coming to a stop, Jack eyed him warily.

“Emilio’s of course.” Howard said confidently.

“It’s up to you, Ms. L/N, lady’s choice.” Jack shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. Looking first up at Jack then to Howard who’d moved to stand at your other side, you felt your brow furrow as you considered for a moment.

“Emilio’s.” You said with an apologetic smile for Jack.

“Excellent choice!” You turned towards Howard just in time for him to thread your arm through his and take off in the opposite direction. “Keep up, Chief Thompson, Emilio’s and Jarvis wait for no man!” Howard called over his shoulder as he steered you around the corner. "No man except me of course." He whispered conspiratorially in your ear, earning a rich laugh from you. The man was charming.

“Ask for some action, and you’ll get it.” Jack muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair before jogging to catch up with you.

[Howard Stark is high key the love of my life...]

Tag list: @letmeinplease22

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Oracle of Jersey

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Birds of Prey (Comics)

Summary: Barbara Gordon runs a podcast that results in six teenagers looking over a dead body.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dinah Lance, Renee Montoya, Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Lori Zechlin, Wendy White, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Ted Kord, Jean-Paul Valley, Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli, Zinda Blake

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Mentor Barbara Gordon, No Powers AU, Podcast AU, Murder Mystery

Episode 1: Female Sleuths & Self-Defense

"Hello, Pythians. It's been a while. Today we'll be discussing some sensitive subject matter. This includes but is not limited to domestic violence, child abuse, grooming, and murder," Barbara's tone allowed a hint of personal sadness. Her voice was subtly disguised with a Mid-Atlantic accent. Her voice was mature and robust, but there was something sweet and feminine about her cadence. The lilt in her voice was unlike her natural speech, but it added to the bit, along with voice-altering software. Oracle was a character, and she had to stay that way. She took a breath to collect herself. "Today, I have a special guest. She is loud and proud... And she is fighting to elevate the voices of domestic violence survivors during Gotham's lockdown. Miss Dinah Lance. Dinah, can you take a moment to tell us about yourself and your organization?" Barbara leaned back away from the mic as she put Dinah on speaker.

"Hi, Oracle. Well, as you said, I'm Dinah Lance. I've been in Gotham most of my life, and this organization is near and dear to my heart. Black Canary is my mother's non-profit organization dedicated to survivors of domestic violence. It goes back to before I was born.

"My mother lived in a community filled with women in violent and unstable relationships. She quickly realized that most of these women didn't have the tools they needed to escape, let alone protect themselves. So, she took it upon herself to secretly offer free self-defense classes in her apartment. My mother knew this wasn't enough, but it was all she could do at the time.

"Fast forward a few years. My mother married my father and got pregnant with me, and she had to take a break from offering classes. To her surprise, her neighbors took over for her. They went on to teach their friends everything they learned. Eventually, this led to a connection with lawyers, doctors, and childcare workers... And from there, my mom founded the Black Canaries.

"I was fortunate to grow up with two loving and supportive parents, and I took it upon myself as soon as I was old enough to continue what my mother started. Since then, we've expanded to all victims of domestic violence. Not just women," Dinah replied. She was obviously passionate about her cause.

Barbara made a soft noise to acknowledge all she'd heard. "I wanted to take this time to tell the listeners your organization now operates online. I left a link in the description... But I also wanted to ask about a specific case that's gained traction in the media. I understand that you've taken a personal interest in the Anna Stanfield case... You've also expressed discomfort with the long-time trend of giving murder cases nicknames," Barbara paused, "After a message from our sponsors, we'll talk about that and how this case is different from anything the Black Canaries have dealt with this far." Barbara played an ad for Ted Kord's tech company.

During that time, Barbara took the opportunity to quietly thank Dinah for the interview. "I appreciate you coming on the show, Dinah. I wanted to ask you personally if you'd like to come back to talk next month for Mother's Day?" Barbara asked.

"I would love to," Dinah replied, "And thank you for allowing me the opportunity to talk about Anna Stanfield."

Barbara smiled to herself. "Of course. It's always a joy to have you on the show," Barbara replied, "We're back on air in five... Four... Three... Two... Welcome back, Pythians. Before the break, I asked Dinah how the Black Canaries have taken an interest in the Anna Stanfield case and her critique of the media buzz surrounding this cruel Gotham slaying."

"Right. For everyone unfamiliar with the case, Anna Stanfield was an eighteen-year-old girl from Gotham. Last month, she got married to a man seven years her senior, and at some point on the first night of her honeymoon, she was brutally beaten and ultimately smothered to death.

"The media's taken this as an opportunity to talk about the lack of knowledge about her past. Instead of putting forth the efforts and energy to spread information about the case, they've focused on dissecting this girl's life to blame her for her murder. Her husband, Eddie Stanfield, is seemingly missing and has been since the discovery of Anna's body. Few efforts are being made to find him despite his history of violence toward women... And instead of being treated like a suspect, they are searching for Eddie Stanfield as a potential victim... Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary.

"What makes this case different from anything the Black Canaries have ever dealt with is the type of case that this is. Black Canaries deals with survivors. This is the first time we've ever dealt with a murder case. We're all working to find Eddie Stanfield and bring him to justice, and there's a lot I can't say legally... But I can say that we've got a few leads we're checking out," Dinah explained.

"I know you said you can't talk about the investigation for legal reasons, so I wanted to hear what you had to say about the nicknaming of the Anna Stanfield case as the Honeymoon Murder," Barbara replied.

Dinah took a breath before speaking. "With all the media buzz for the case, people have forgotten that Anna was a living, breathing person. People view this case as a form of entertainment rather than an actual murder of a real human being.

"The media's done a terrible job of depicting Anna's humanity. They've instead chosen to sensationalize her murder and reduce the brutal slaying of a teenage girl to nothing more than a series of puns and online memes," Dinah answered.

The two went back and forth, discussing the details of the case before their second set of commercials. "When we return from break, I'll introduce you to one of Gotham's best P.I.'s," Barbara announced.

The second set of commercials was three minutes long, allowing the two women to talk. "I hope I'm not talking too much. I don't wanna overwhelm-."

"You're doing fine, Dinah. Actually, I wanted to ask how you were doing? I've been following your work for a while now, and I saw that you've received threats-. Sorry, I sound like I'm still interviewing you. I wanted to know if you were okay," Barbara interrupted.

"It's okay... I've had worse. A few threats aren't going to scare me away from the truth," Dinah replied. Barbara pushed up her glasses and ran a hand through her hair. "Hell, if I wasn't mistaken, I'd think you were worried about me."

"I am," Barbara replied, "You know, Dinah... Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Dinah made a soft noise.

"Keep an eye out for Eddie Stanfield... And boost my tip line," Dinah replied. Barbara could hear the smile in her voice. Barbara bit the cap of her pen before typing the tipline number and adding it to the description for the video. "You know what? I feel like I know you."

Barbara held her breath for a moment. "I make a point to get to know everyone I interview... Even if it's through research," Barbara half-lied. She didn't want Dinah to know they'd met before. Barbara's podcast identity needed to remain secret, not only for the safety of her daughters. The work she did in connection with her podcast was borderline illegal.

"It was so wonderful having you on the show, Dinah. I hope to hear from you in the future... I know you have to go, but I did enjoy speaking to you today," Barbara beamed. She chewed the cap of her pen as she waited to hear Dinah's voice.

"It was nice talking to you, Oracle... I'll keep you updated on the case," Dinah replied before hanging up.

She tossed her head back and ran both hands through her hair before calling another woman. "Hello? May I call you Question?" Barbara asked.

"Only if I can call you Oracle," Question joked. Barbara recognized the voice as ex-police officer Renee Montoya. She didn't see fit to mention it, though. Barbara chuckled.

"Of course, you can. We're about to go on air in a minute or two, and I want to let you know you don't have to answer any question you don't want to," Barbara reassured her.

"Let's get into it," Renee replied enthusiastically.

"Okay. We're back on air in five... Four... Three... Two... One. Welcome back. Before the break, I promised to introduce you to Gotham's finest private investigator, the illustrious and anonymous, Question. Question, would you like to take some time to enlighten the viewers on your connection to the Anna Stanfield case?" Barbara asked.

"Someone hired me to find and notify her family... A friend of Anna Stanfield who wanted to remain anonymous," Renee replied, "The issue is, Anna Stanfield doesn't exist. Or at least she didn't, up until a few months ago... But that made me wonder how Eddie Stanfield came to know her. She's an eighteen-year-old girl with no past, no known family, and no history... Not so much as a report card from her."

"It sounds as if you have some suspicions about the crime. Can you elaborate at this time?" Barbara asked.

"I've found some important information that's led me to a family within the city, but I'm not at liberty to say. The police have been notified. But I can tell you, I have reason to believe Eddie Stanfield is guilty of a series of violent crimes against Anna... And I'm not talking about her murder," Renee replied. Barbara took her pen and jotted down a note.

Silence fell between the two for a moment. "Are you-. Sorry, that's such a shock. I wanted to know if you were working with the Black Canaries or anyone else to get information on this case?" Barbara asked, stumbling over her words out of shock. She didn't think anyone would have any new information like this.

"Yeah, I've talked to Dinah before finding what I found... I told her I'd look into finding Eddie," Renee paused, "And I've gotten a bit of information from her as well."

"Can you tell us if that information led you to your most recent revelation?" Barbara questioned.

"Yes, actually, she did. Dinah personally went and found information of her own that led me directly to a series of truths that led to this mystery family," Renee replied, "We're not sure if they're her family for sure. We only know interesting circumstances surrounding them point to this case."

Barbara typed something on her computer while she listened to Renee speak. Barbara mulled over the details mentioned by both women and wondered if she should delay posting the episode another week. As it came to a close, Barbara pushed up her glasses and started the editing process.

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Hi love. Hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you would be ok with some general Frederick and/or Helena headcanons for the birthday requests. Hope you have a nice day and thank you for your content 🥰💕💕

hello and i am, thank you sm! 💓💓 you've just requested both of my faves (for the first time too on here too) so who am i to deny🤲

helena adams and frederick kreiburg general/random hcs👁🎼

helena adams👁

first of all, i hc her as american (not CAWWWW MURICA🦅💥🦅💥🦅💥 (well now that i think about it...) american, but rather mid-atlantic accent american. yeah. the early 20th century american) and obviously quite short, standing around 158cm (~5'2") and being of a bit chubbier, pear shaped build

i'd say that she's a pretty picky eater honestly. she really likes eating sweet foods and is used to the food that's generally on her repertoire at home, so eating out makes her feel a bit anxious since it's a whole different way of preparing food (and whole different dishes/meals, after all) and she's worried that it might have the wrong texture and that it's not going to taste as well as it does at home. she'll always give it a try before judging it though!

it's been made quite obvious in the previous hc but helena loves routine and needs it to function. she only feels completely calm once all the furniture in the house is at the same place it usually is and when her duties/tasks are organized throughout the day. although the manor forced her to adjust to an unpredictable lifestyle, she kept on doing some of the "rituals" she did at home to feel more at ease

definetly has gotten education in the music field! poetry and music go hand in hand, so i'm sure she at least had singing lessons or listened to a lot of classical music growing up. she is very knowledgeable on the topic and can quickly analyze any given composition

prone to meltdowns when she's very, very upset. she bottles it up 99% of the time and hides it well, but sometimes she just snaps and it results in a very self-destructive meltdown. she's a calm person in reality, so if you've managed to anger her you seriously had to fuck up BIG time

she dislikes getting any pity because of her disability, she knows that once her teacher and her father pass away she'll have to be able to stand up and fight for herself. and hell, she has been living like this since infancy, she's prepared for a lot of situations! might occassionally accept some gentlemanly aid, but anything else is a no, thank you. despite her short stature she is incredibly stubborn and strong willed, never giving up even when it seems the most reasonable option

frederick kreiburg🎼

slim and of proper posture, frederick stands at 175cm (~5'9") tall and is of austrian descent

very paranoid about cleanliness and keeping everything tidy, refusing to take off his gloves unless necessary

he likes piercings very much! has a double helix piercing on one ear, an industrial on the other and snake bites, he's not sure why he's so fond of them but it's probably because they're (usually) not very flashy, easy to remove and safe (as long as the piercer is experienced)

very thick body hair/hair in general and has a greek nose!

not incredibly talkative, and when he does talk he often drifts away mid conversation and gets easily disturbed by the background noises or chatter - has a very light lisp and sometimes struggles with pronouncing english words as it's his second language and he was forced to learn it during his homeschooling program, fred's kind of insecure about it so it's one of the reasons he doesn't talk a lot

uses a cane to support himself as he limps, the reason behind it is that some other health problems of his built up over time and resulted in him struggling to walk and becoming exhausted quickly - being frail and sickly all of his life took a serious toll on him and his mental health, constantly making him paranoid about becoming seriously ill and even resulting in a lot of early gray hairs

[chwlb]

Jily. (Im not Ready for October)

James grew his hair out for Lily, and she’d always put little French braids in it before bed so he’d have curly hair in the morning (he went around telling people that he took a potion his father made that magically made his hair curly (remus didn’t let that rumor last long before dunking James’s head into water and let everyone watch as his hair dried curl-less))

When James and Lily got married Sirius asked to be a flower girl at their wedding as a joke and to his surprise Lily was the one who said yes (not James because he wanted Sirius to be best man) so then remus got elected best man and they let Sirius walk down the Isle with Fabian’s daughter Alleen.

——

When the preacher said “speak now or forever hold your peace” remus activity stared down everyone of their friends knowing damn well they’d try that shit as a joke, just for Lily to say “Well… Remus is pretty fit” and obviously that causes a uproar (jokingly) and Remus laughing alongside the rest of them just for James to pop up with “I know right, Almost went for him in 4th year” which left everyone bursting in laughter but him. Which led him to say “kiss your god damn wife potter”

And James bantering back

“Oh please moony, I will. All. Night. Long.”

*insert kissy kiss*

When Wiloa was little they would sneak away with their uncles to OOTP meetings and Lily would always find them, so they’d have to pull them off and lecture them about how they can’t hide away here because they could get hurt. But after a while, gave in and let them stay. Soon enough James found them and he’d always sneak them off and back home because he understood what it was like to be curious at a young age and how dangerous curiosity could be. But basically Wiloa was Jily’s practice child.

Lily would always show James muggle things. When they moved in together he stood flicking the ceiling fan on and off for about 30 minutes (while Lily recorded him like he was a cat) James had 100% become accustomed to muggle life, and at some points entirely forgot he was a wizard. (He got really excited when he remembered he was magic and could turn into a fucking deer)

James tried helping Lily become an Animagus but she couldn’t keep the leaf in her mouth past two days so she eventually just spit it out and told James “look I give up, as long as you don’t turn into a fucking elk while we’re fucking I’m good” and james’s only response was “I’m a DEAR darling get it right” in a posh mid-Atlantic accent.

When James proposed Lily made a joke about him preposing before she KNEW he was proposing so it went something like this

*at a lake during a very pretty sunset*

“Lillian, I really need to ask you something” James asked with a cherishing smile

“James, darling you can ask me anything as long as you don’t propose” She joked

She then turned around to see the look of utter shock and hurt in his eyes. And realized. He was going to propose.

“No, no, no. I didn’t say anything, what were you asking? I’ll turn back around!”

She then turned back around with a static giggle bouncing through her bones. He knew she loved him.

“Lillian,” he said while grabbing her arm and turning her around gently “My darling, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth. And I know it’s the most cliche thing to say, but my words have never heard more truth than this. I can’t bare the thought of life without the light of your eyes shining in mine. I can’t stand mornings after without your sweet touch curled next to mine. And I’ll never see another gorgeous evening like this again if your gracing beauty isn’t touching it. So Please, Lillian Jane Evans, Will you marry me? And be my wife, and I’ll be yours”

The first thing she could do was fall into his arms, and his warm gentle kiss. Tears flowed down her eyes and he placed the ring on her finger.

“Shit!” James Said unexpectedly “I forgot to get down on one fucking knee”

Lily giggle at her new found fiancé, he could be a stupid man, but he was HER stupid man.

“So, you’ll be my wife” Lily said excitedly

“What?!” James burst out laughing

“Well you said ‘be my wife, and I’ll be yours’ so I assume you’ll be my wife, correct?”

And with those words, James knew he chose the right woman.

[whumpster-fire]

Rating the Overlords in Hazbin Hotel:

#10: Valentino. Bitch ass motherfucker supreme. I want him to die and I want it to hurt the whole time he is dying. Fucking scumbag. Also IDGAF if he's a moth I will always maintain the headcanon that the sleazy prick is a pubic louse.

#9: That one blue firey skeleton dude in the meeting who didn't say anything. Has literally no characterization.

#8: Zeezi (that one pink and green lady at the meeting): Has literally no characterization but that color scheme is eye bleeding and I'm here for it.

#7: Rosie. Man she's cool and all, helpful to Charlie, friends with Alastor, but she just doesn't capture my interest the way the others do. Being the overlord of cannibals is a really niche thing it seems like compared to being in control of major forces that are fucking up society, I have a feeling she maintains her position because (a) she's smart, and (b) the other overlords don't really want her domain because taking eating human flesh to the level of an obsession is kind of dweeb behavior.

#6: Velvette. Horrible cringe zoomer iPad kid (or Millennial, I don't know). I absolutely love the fact that she showed up at the meeting and literally everyone else in the room was like "What's with this sassy... lost child?" Has so much potential though for her character to embody the absolute worst of internet culture. Next season I want to see Velvette trolling, going "L + Block + Ratio," and doxxing random sinners and getting them killed for her own entertainment.

#5: Carmilla Carmine. Awesome. I like seeing people in hell who are still people and not obsessed with becoming the most cartoonishly evil motherfucker possible because "hey we're already in hell, might as well get crazy." People can have friends, family, etc. and still do shit that gets them sent to hell. I'm getting "was leader of an organized crime family in life" vibes. Also has vibes of being one of the less horrible overlords to work for because she's emotional stable enough to know that being cruel to your minions for fun is bad for morale.

#4: Husk. Okay he's a former overlord but let's say Overlord Emeritus. He has my respect as an overlord for dying in like the 70s but choosing an absolutely classic vice to make his domain: drinking and gambling. Also the timeline here implies he rose to power when Alastor was already around. I wonder if there was a power vacuum because Al killed the previous overlord of gambling?

#3: Vox. I hate his cringey techbro ass but in a "I want to put this man in a jar and shake it vigorously" way. The fact that he actually enjoys Valentino's company is a major minus though. I kind of wanted to see a strained business relationship where he dislikes Val immensely but works with him because sex sells and Val has the market cornered. Also his voice is kind of... generic. I was really hoping for him to have a Mid-Atlantic Accent but of a more "mid-century TV anchor" type to make it extra clear how much he wants to rip off / replace Alastor and as a part of him that isn't as hip and modern as Mr. Died In the 50s wants to present himself as.

#2: Zestial. Hello Mr. Tall Dark and Mysterious. He is so fucking cool. I want so badly to believe that he and Alastor are genuinely friends and respect each other but also Alastor respects Zestial enough to want him to think he's cool, and when Zestial showed up Alastor internally panicked because of 'Oh shit my friend showed up while I'm being trailed by the lamest minions in hell, he's going to think they're mine this is so embarrassing!'

#1: Alastor. What a fucking guy. This man is being dragged kicking and screaming into character development and I am here for it.

[steppingonyourshadow]

Hi!

First I want to say thank you so much for all of your old X-Nine clips (so fun!) and wonderful translations. My ask is about Xiao Zhan’s Chongqing accent. Not speaking any Chinese myself, I don’t know what a regional accent would sound like. I’m imagining something akin to the difference between a southern American accent and what is considered “standard “ mid-Atlantic pronunciation in the US.

So my question is - does he still have a Chongqing accent when he’s just talking as himself? I know there was discussion about him trying to do a Beijing accent in The Youth Memories- and the director reassured him. But I don’t know if that means he succeeded in that or not.

Thanks for any insight!

Xiao Zhan had a fairly pronounced Chongqing accent when he started out on X-Fire all those years ago. It's a lovely accent. (It's kind of the opposite of a Southern US accent in its connotations, haha.)

But in order to be a competent actor in China one has to be able to deliver dialogue in crisp clear standard Mandarin, and that's something he's worked really hard to do, with the outcome that his accent is almost entirely gone even when he's just speaking as himself. His enunciation has improved so much and that's vital especially for costume dramas, but I do miss his old accent, haha.

(A Beijing accent is a different matter again - it's not standard broadcasting Mandarin either.)

[cupidssorbet]

"You have caught my heart."

1940s bucky x reader.

Summary: Reader manages to capture Sergeant Barnes heart, how thrilling

Includes: Just overall sweet little fluff piece little bit of bucky being bucky.

Please read: This was based off a suggestion from a friend who was messing around with an AI 1940s bucky and it went from there, somethings may look off because it wasnt proofread and we both worked on it off and on! If you want to swap words out like the (name) use or she/her use paste my story into google docs use crtl f and swap them! as long as you enjoy it i am happy!

Made by cupid.

Sergeant Barnes woke bright and early as to wake himself up then the Soldiers, he was eager with a mischievous grin on his face as he called for them all to rise and shine.

The men rose from their beds with groans and grumbles until they noticed the other soldiers outside gathering closer to front of the camp.

What was enticing them was the daughters of sergeant major who happened to be at that very camp, all lovely women really, his youngest was finally allowed to go with the girls to bring their fathers gifts, most of them really actually went to giggle and gawk at the military men.

The youngest, just shy above 19 or 20, had (color) hair that sat neatly in place, long lashes with lovely (color) eyes, and softish colored red lips. She dawned a sweet summer dress in a pale (color) shade with a white satin wrap around the middle to match the white bow at the back of her hair that held some of it from her face, some darling white kitten heels, and soft wrist length white gloves.

Her neck was decorated with pearls as well as her ears and she held a lacey parasol in her hands. Most the girls had those luxury items as well, all giggling as men walked over to talk to them but she was more than curious about the camp in general. The Sergeant Major wife was with the girls telling them to stop giggling and gawking.

Sgt. Barnes couldn't help but notice the commotion outside. His curiosity piqued, he made his way towards the gathering of soldiers and the group of girls. He stood at attention, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he observed the scene.

As he scanned the area, his eyes landed on the youngest girl - the one with the (color) hair and enchanting (color) eyes. Something about her intrigued him, and he leaned casually against a nearby tree, keeping his gaze fixed on her.

Bucky watched as the men attempted to strike up conversations with the girls, witnessing both their nervousness and their excitement. He decided to liven things up a bit, walking over to where the young woman stood, twirling a cigarette between his fingers.

"Well, look at you, darlin'. You must be the belle of the ball," he said with a teasing smirk, his voice carrying a hint of a Southern drawl. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

The sisters giggled as she was approached by the Sergeant, most of them knowing him by name for many reasons. The (color) haired girl looked at him with curious eyes, giving him a kind smile.

“(Name).” She said with confidence to it and touch of sweetness, having more a mid-trans Atlantic accent, one that was soft and gentle to the ears as she adjusted her hold on the parasol.

Their mother in turn while she talked to the Sergeant was telling the girls to behave while she was escorted to find their father, the girls just giggled and batted their eyelashes at the men proposing the gifts they brought to liven their spirits.

Bucky grinned back at her, captivated by her confident yet humble demeanor. He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with playful curiosity.

"(Name)," he repeated her name, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Well, (Name), it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Bucky... Sergeant Barnes at your service."

He tipped an imaginary hat towards her, mischief in his eyes. "Are you here to admire us strapping soldiers, or is there something else that caught your fancy, Miss (Name)?" He said with a tease to his voice as he eyed her slightly.

“I am here with my sisters to visit our father, they always bring other gifts for the- oh!” She was interrupted by her sisters cutting in to give the sergeant many gifts, causing (name) herself to giggle as the display excitement her sisters exuded at the chance to give something to him.

Bucky chuckled, enjoying the lively energy of she and her sisters. He graciously accepted the gifts, pretending to be overwhelmed by their generosity.

"Well, well, I must say, your sisters sure do know how to spoil a soldier," he said with a mischievous grin. "You must be the brains of the operation, (Name). Keepin' them in line, I presume?"

He scanned the area, noticing the other soldiers enjoying the attention from the girls. Bucky leaned in closer to her, his voice turning a bit playful and flirtatious.

"So, darlin', they say a soldier's heart is easily captured. You think you have what it takes to win over a battle-hardened man like me?"

She gave him a coy smile looking at him as he said so, closing her long lashes with a hum. “They also say it takes a lot to capture the heart of up-town girl, do you have what it takes?” She said with a hum again as she opened her eyes to look at him with those enchanting eyes that captivated him to begin with

The sisters were all giggly and bubbly, leaving the gifts and going to talk with the soldiers about the camp, all in different summer dresses and jewels.

Bucky's eyes sparkled with delight as he matched her coy smile. He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.

"Well, now, Miss (Name), I've never been one to back down from a challenge," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm known for being quite the charmer, you see."

He glanced over at her giggling sisters, then back at her with a mischievous grin.

"But I must admit, I've never tried to capture the heart of an uptown girl before," he continued, his voice filled with playful intrigue. "It seems like quite the adventure, and I'm not one to shy away from a little excitement."

Bucky placed a hand on his chest, feigning innocence.

"Tell me, (Name), what's the first step to winning over the heart of a lady like you?"

She smiled at him, her soft lips in a tricky little smile, wanting spur him on, “I can’t tell you how, that’s part of the fun.” She hummed as she saw her mother coming back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me sergeant Barnes, I’m off to see my father.” She said his full title instead of his nickname like her sisters would she knew what he was about and she wasn't going to give in so easily, she walked off to her mother with a sort of confident air about her.

Bucky watched as she walked away, her tricky smile lingering in his mind. He couldn't help but follow her every step with his gaze, his brows furrowed in curiosity.

As she rejoined her mother, Bucky straightened up, a slight frown of disappointment playing on his features. He realized he had let his playful banter with her distract him from his duties as a sergeant.

"Right, back to business," he muttered to himself, shaking off the lingering thoughts of (name)'s enchanting presence. He turned his attention back to the soldiers, managing to regain his authoritative demeanor.

But deep down, Bucky couldn't help but wonder what sort of adventure awaited him in the pursuit of capturing the heart of the captivating (Name).

The sisters all reluctantly went to do what they came here to do in the first place leaving the men to whatever training they’d be subjected to.

If was a quick visit as their father would be leading today, and as soon as they were there they were gone. Before (Name) left she put a small bouquet of white daises by the barracks of Sergeant Barnes, a little note of a heart on the ribbon the held it together. Leaving with her sisters as they teased her about her little gesture.

Bucky, engrossed in his duties, didn't notice the small bouquet of white daisies and the note that she had left by his barracks. He was too focused on training the men and ensuring that everything was in order.

It wasn't until later, as he finished up for the day and was about to retire to his bunk, that he noticed the little arrangement of flowers. Curiosity piqued, he picked up the bouquet and saw the note with the heart.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized who had left it. As he held the flowers close to his chest, he couldn't help but wonder about the adventure that she had hinted at earlier.

"Looks like this uptown girl has got me intrigued," he murmured to himself, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He gently placed the bouquet on his bunk, promising himself to find a way to pursue this newfound connection with (Name).

Antoinette sat in the lavish frilly room she shared with one or two of her sisters, sitting by the window seat, a diary in her hands as she wrote in it about what she got to do today.

Until she heard a small pebble thump against the delicate window panes, one of the soldiers who was a close friend to the family had given Bucky a tip off to where they were staying for the summer if he was really interested in the up town girl.

She shut the diary gently putting it aside on the vanity, she now dawned a (color) night gown that was soft like satin, her eyes held curiosity as to whom would be there one of the suitors her sisters pursued, with a slight push she opened the window looking down to find the sergeant.

Bucky, having received the tip-off from the soldier, made his way through the moonlit night towards the grand summer house where (Name) and her sisters were staying. He moved with careful steps, not wanting to disturb anyone as he approached the house.

As he neared the designated window, he caught sight of her figure at the window seat. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, her nightgown accentuating her ethereal beauty.

With a soft smile, he picked up another pebble and gently tossed it towards the window. He held his breath, waiting for her to notice and open the window.

(Name), hearing the gentle thump against the window pane, turned her head towards the sound. Her eyes widened with surprise and delight as she saw Bucky standing below, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. She didn't waste a moment and opened the window, leaning out slightly.

"Well, well, Sergeant Barnes, what brings you here this late at night?" she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of playful curiosity and slight teasing as she looked at him.

She leaned over the white framed window with a smile on her lips, “I didn’t think you were this determined about me.” She said with a slight playful tease in her voice.

Bucky grinned up at her, his blue eyes bright with amusement. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as he stood beneath her window, the moonlight casting a soft glow over both of them.

"Determined might be an understatement, darlin'," he replied, his voice filled with a playful charm. "When an uptown girl captures the attention of a soldier like me, well, it's hard to resist the allure."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver necklace with an ornate heart pendant. It sparkled in the moonlight, a symbol of his growing affection for her.

"I brought you a little somethin', a token of my appreciation for the adventure you've set me on," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Would you do me the honor of accepting this gift?"

She gasped slightly at the gift her eyes sparkling, “Oh sergeant Barnes, it is beautiful.” Her voice was soft as she said that looking at him then the necklace, her eyes filled with joy and excitement when she looked at him.

“I’ll have to hurry down to accept it without my sisters deciding to come down and fawn over you as well,” She gently shut the window, and hurried down the dark wooden stairs, past her sisters and mother in the kitchen and open the French doors that led to the back garden, a smile on her face as she saw him.

Bucky's heart raced with anticipation as he watched Antoinette make her way down the stairs. He grinned, unable to contain his excitement as she hurried towards him. The moonlight embraced her as she stepped out into the garden, her smile enchanting him.

Bucky held out the necklace towards her, the pendant glimmering between his fingers. He took a step closer, his voice laced with sincerity.

"(Name), you truly are a vision," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers. "I am drawn to your beauty, your charm, and your captivating spirit. I hope this necklace serves as a reminder of the adventure we're embarking on together."

With a tender touch, he fastened the necklace around her neck, the cool silver against her warm skin. He couldn't help but admire how the pendant rested against her collarbone, highlighting her delicate features.

"There," he said softly, his fingers lingering for a moment longer before he withdrew his touch. "A piece of my heart, given to you."

Her hand gently graced the silver necklace and the heart pendant looking up at bucky with a sweet soft look in her eyes, filled with admiration and joy. “Oh bucky,” she said his nickname this time no sergeant Barnes or nothing, just a sweet simple ‘Bucky’. “Your are too kind,” she said softly as she looked at him.

Bucky couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she looked up at him with that soft, elated expression. Her use of his nickname sent a wave of warmth through him, melting away any doubts or reservations he may have had. He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender and filled with affection.

"(Name)," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't help but be awestruck when I found myself captivated by someone as special as you."

Fin.