new oc! She’s called The Rabbit. An eldritch monster hiding her face and nature behind a porcelain mask, making her appear flawless and pure on the outside. She can shape shift a bit and make her features less or more monstrous.
“Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.”
Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. Above her brow her head was covered with a cap of silver lace netted with small gems, glittering white; but her soft grey raiment had no ornament save a girdle of leaves wrought in silver.
“Foolish fellow! And so this is her attraction after all! This it is, her not caring about you, which gives her such a soft skin, and makes her so much taller, and produces all these charms and graces! I do desire that you will not be making her really unhappy; a little love, perhaps, may animate and do her good, but I will not have you plunge her deep, for she is as good a little creature as ever lived, and has a great deal of feeling.”
“Thank you so much. There’s so many people I want to thank- Chris Uhlmann and Steve Lewis who wrote the book that Secret City was based on. Thank you for your generosity and also for allowing Harry to become Harriet so that I could play her.”
You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her
bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to
form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this
dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still
shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch
of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes
at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands
gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.
Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless
face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the
two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said
young she was and yet not so. the braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. above her brow her head was covered with a cap of silver lace netted with small gems, glittering white; but her soft grey raiment had no ornament save a girdle of leaves wrought in silver. arwen undómiel the evenstar
The Riverdale Community Theatre Company is staging its greatest
production to date: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. Betty Cooper sees this
as an opportunity to make the company’s most sought-after actor, Archie
Andrews, hers. Unfortunately, new girl in town, Veronica Lodge has
scored a lead role, putting her directly opposite Archie. Behind the
scenes, Jughead Jones has returned to his usual role back stage but is
soon drafted into the play when one of the actors has an accident.
Meanwhile, director Kevin Keller just wants to stage a successful play
and keep his actors private lives separate.
Big shout out to the awesome @jandjsalmon who is beta'ing and is
amazing. She is a cornerstone of this fandom and I am so happy to have
her help with bringing this story to life.
Also thank you to @zombiekittez who is answering my questions around the
intricacies of community theatre, it has really helped me in
visualising and creating this story.
I will be attempting to update this regularly as possible with at least one update per week, possibly more depending on my brain’s co-operation.
“I cannot just stand by and watch you do this again,” Kevin Keller
huffed, watching his blonde best friend as she adjusted herself in the
mirror. Betty Cooper had asked him to come by before the first meeting
of their community theatre group, to give her a pep talk and to help her
choose an outfit. He was not entirely holding up his side of the
bargain though, instead he was trying to talk her out of whatever
elaborate plan she had this time.
“You make it sound so dramatic, Kevin.” She looked at him briefly
before turning back to her reflection. Betty was trying to decide
between two lip shades, ‘perfect pink’ or ‘seductive red’. Her fingers
itched to choose the scarlet shade, but as she applied the colour she
immediately changed her mind and wiped it off, returning to her
signature shade. She liked to play it safe, and tonight she needed the
comfort of the usual.
“Every year you make moon eyes at him and every year he ends up
bedding another member of the cast,” Kevin said, not unkindly, more
matter of fact. He didn’t like to hurt her, but sometimes he had to tell
it like it was.
“Well then it’s about time that it’s my turn,” Betty answered in her
typical, self-depreciating humour. She knew pining was a silly thing for
a grown woman to do. Chasing the boy around like a puppy, begging at
his heels for any bit of attention he would throw her way.
Kevin scowled, upset that she thought so little of herself.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, it was a joke,” she added rolling her eyes, a half-truth.
“Betty, you know I love you, but don’t make a fool of yourself this
year.” His tone was serious. He swore everyone in the damn group knew
the feelings that Betty had for Archie, except Archie – who was a great
actor but extraordinarily oblivious on the best of days.
“God, Kevin! You make me sound like a silly school girl,” she huffed,
twirling her flaring skirt as she faced him, her make-up now flawless,
looking every bit as perfect as everyone thought she was.
“Your words,” he quipped with a smirk before she grabbed a cushion
from the nearby couch and threw it at him. Chuckling, Kevin caught it
before it could hit his face and threw it back at her gently.
She knew what her friend was saying was true, it wasn’t like this was
new thing. It happened every year without fail when the gang got back
together to perform. Good old Betty Cooper was there being her perfect
self, waiting for any tiny glimmer of an opportunity with Archie Andrews
to roll around… but every year it was like she didn’t even exist to
him as more than just a friend. Another year and another production
meant yet another chance for him to see what he had been missing, for
him to see her.
Stiles waited until the bell rang for lunch before he made his move. He had determined that to be the optimal time, the moment of maximum exposure and emphasis. Everybody would be flooding out of their classrooms and moving toward the cafeteria in one giant horde, and Lydia would be the last one out of her AP Calculus class like she always was because she stayed back to argue with the teacher.
Stiles had been preparing for this for weeks, building himself up to it and memorizing the pièce de résistance. He glanced over his reference sheet one more time just as the bell rang, mouthing the words to himself before folding it up and stuffing it in his pocket. He might’ve been sweaty with nerves, but unless this went far, far better than he was expecting, Lydia wasn’t likely to be close enough to tell so that was fine. Besides, he was allowed to be nervous; he was taking the final leap.
If this didn’t win him Lydia’s favor, nothing ever would.
Namjoon cleared his throat before speaking out loud and clear for all the top 7 to hear, “The reason for today’s meeting is to firstly, welcome tae back to the team and secondly, discuss our next move of infiltration.”
“As hoseok had updated all of you guys that we have alerted Got7 by mistake, we would continue as normal. There is no change to the date.” Namjoon instructed.
That moment there is an unanimous, “what?!" From all the men except yoongi.
"Joon, you are not joking right? They know about it.” Hoseok questioned.
“They won’t expect it to happen so soon. We will catch them, surprised.” Yoongi replied.
“So now. I need no further mistakes. And i need you and your men to focus on what you need to do. As for taehyung, you can train your men for backup got it ?” Namjoon spoke with authority.
In which all replied with, “yes.”
“Okay. Meeting adjourned. Hoseok and Jin stay behind.” Namjoon dismiss them with a wave of his hand.
“Hey guys! Let’s have a welcome back party for me shall we? ” Taehyung chirped, grabbing Jungkook’s and jimin’s hand.
“You guys run along. I need to finish producing a batch of drugs quickly. Don’t get into trouble, brats.” Yoongi replied.
“Wait. Yoongi hyung. Why the rush?” Taehyung questioned, wanting to know more about the roles of the top7 in the infiltration.
“Oh right. You don’t know. We are importing new and advance weapons from America so we need more funds. Jungkook-ah. Update taehyung on our progress while you all are at it.” Yoongi answered, before leaving for his workplace.
Had his prayers been answered ? Or did lady luck just shine on him ? All his answers would now fall into his lap, but he wished he wasn’t part of the team, he wished he hadn’t need to betray his one and only family.
“HYUNG!” Jungkook loud voice broke his chain of thoughts.
“What ?” Taehyung replied acting irritated.
“What were you thinking so deeply about ? (Y/n) ?” Jimin teased.
Oh yeah. Her. I almost forgot. I needed to know the police side as well. Sh*t.
“No? She is hoseok’s ” Taehyung replied, nonchalantly.
“Okay back to my question. Where do you want to celebrate ?” Jungkook interrupted the tense atmosphere.
“The usual?” The three of them smirked at each other.
BTS Meeting room
"Hoseok. I need you to contact (Y/n ) and see what the police side can do. There is no change to the dates remember and try to make her stay even after the infiltration of Got7 i cannot lose a single chess piece got it ?” Namjoon instructed.
“Got it. ” Hoseok replied.
“Jin. I need you to be done with the weapon deals and also the finances issues asap. We are running short of time. At the same time, get more medical supplies ready. Hoseok. Ask (y/n) to give Jin the license and entry pass for the deals. ” Namjoon ordered.
“That’s all. Thanks guys. And help taehyung along the way.” Namjoon continued.
“No problem.” The two replied in unison.
Taehyung had all the answers he needed from jungkook and jimin about their operation. He felt guilty. He didn't want to do this. But he had to.
His phone rang as if it was all planned before hand and the sickening voice echoed from his speaker.
“Hey there. Got all the information Jaebum need ? Come over to Jamsil. ” The owner of the voice, bambam boomed.
“Whatever. Better ask your sh*tass of a boss to keep his f**king promise.” Taehyung replied, annoyed, before ending the call.
He drove all the way to Jamsil frustrated and angry at himself. When he arrived, he saw Park min tied to a chair, bruises on her face as her tears streaked down her once flawless face, he immediately clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
“Tell me what i need to know and you can take her.” Jaebum spoke calmly.
Taehyung proceed to tell him BTS’ plans, glancing at park min whenever he had a chance to ensure she was okay.
“What about the police side? ” Yugyeom questioned.
“I don’t know. ” Taehyung replied.
“What do you mean you don’t know? The police is your girlfriend.” Jaebum questioned, gesturing to Mark who slaps Park min across her face.
"I am no longer in a relationship with (Y/n).“ Taehyung responded.
"Do i look like i care? I would put a bullet through her head before i put one through yours. Call her now. Put it on speaker.” Jaebum fumed.
Taehyung dialled your number, to which he was surprise that you picked up his call.
"Taehyung? I was expecting you. Jungkook told me to inform you.“ You answered, completely unaware.
Of all times he needed to get lucky. Why now?
You told him over the phone about your side of the story.
"Thank you (Y/n ). Very much.” Taehyung replied.
"No worries. “ you replied. That was the code word you had with Taehyung.
Was he in trouble? You didn’t end the call, neither did he.
On the other end, you heard gun shots.
If the history repeats itself.
A/n: If this part was boring or horrible pardon me.):
And again do vote on who you all want to be with!
2. Hoseok 3. A twist