And now Jordan Chariton of TYT. Between TYT, Mark Halperin, Matt Taibbi, and many others, I hope will all realize who we put in charge of crafting the narrative around the first woman to run for president.
I had Dragon Age Inquisition for the ps3 but i played it all wrong. Picked the wrong class. Didn’t do romances very well (Cassandra was NOT having my guys nonsense) also it was the ps3 version so it looked kinda awful and glitched/froze a lot and generally struggled the whole way through and I stopped playing.
Now that I have the ps4 version I really can’t help but have my qunari mage woman beast run around with fire in her eyes and hands killing everything for the sake of grinding and me generally screaming “NOT THIS TIME”
so i know there are varying interpretations of wonder woman out there, but when writing with me please try to remember these things or at least understand how i portray diana as this is how i will be doing it. so at least, please give this a read !
while dceu based,a lot of my characterisation / diana’s origin story is based on perez’s and rucka’s run of wonder woman.
im also going to include a lot of mythology / mythos elements into my portrayal.
i definitely don’t follow the rebirth comics. because diana having a brother and a son is silly.
diana is 5051 as of the present day.
6′5″ she’s the tallest of the trinity.
always wears her bracers ( when she can ) since they are a symbol of the slavery the amazons fought against.
bisexual. with a slight preference for women.
where’s my post about diana not being a v/irgin. maybe i should just link it here.
made from clay. i’ll expand more in her dossier, but there is none of this demi – god nonsense. diana’s origin story is about women.
works at the louvre and is a well – respected collector and curator. she also restores artifacts. though ultimately keeps to herself.
diana had three girlfriends while on themyscira. and another in the 40′s.
diana helped out during the second world war. but she was more detached this time, and mainly occupied herself with helping people escape germany, and germany occupied france. she was most involved during d – day.
wonder woman becomes a legend because of this. spoken of as if she doesn’t exist, a dream amongst the soldiers. this helped her to stay in the shadows.
she did help out, here and there, afterwards. but she mainly was focused on tracking down artifacts / trying to fit in, and in the end, earning a place at the louvre.
diana isn’t a leader. that was left up to hippolyta and antiope and other amazons. diana has only ever worked as a group where responsibility is shared. sure she can lead and has, but it is not the role she will choose.
in the end, she does want to return to obscurity.
because when she rescues people it shouldn’t be about her. diana even gets angry at reporters who are more interested in who she is and “what kind of make – up do you use” instead of the actual victims.
also um…diana is strong enough to subdue / take on superman, just fyi. there’s no way he beats her. i’m writing a meta about her powers it should be up in a couple of days. i just need to find sources.
i honestly don’t know if im going to include any of the main events of jl in my portrayal. so i would prefer some discussion about ships and events beforehand.
especially in regards to w/onderbat because that was handled poorly. i go of their relationship in the comics anyway.
yes ! diana mourned steve. but not now. she misses him, of course, and still loves him. but that is just because diana remembers all of her partners.
she’ll cook some muffins flavored with pomegranate and remark on how both kasia and leona loved them. just because she remembers them doesn’t mean she hasn’t moved on !
As BTAS shifted into the New Batman Adventures, they updated several of their character designs to fit the more uniform style established in Superman: the Animated Series which would become more or less the standard all the way through to JLU.
Several of the changes go unexplained, The Penguin going from a more Danny Devito inspired look to a regular person, for example, isn’t really explained. Ditto the Joker loosing his lips and getting black eyes.
They do explain the change from Selina Kyle being blonde to brunette, and Poison Ivy from caucasian to having green/white skin, however. Cosmetic changes, but with DRAMA.
With Selina, we get a storyline about why she and Bruce are on the outs in TNBA, where it turned out that she actually dyed her hair, but stopped after she learned her brand was created a woman running an illegal animal testing lab.
The falling out occurred when, after Batman showed up to rescue the billionaire from Selina (and to inform her that her activities had been revealed to the press), the woman thought that it would be a good idea to kick one of the cats on the way out. This results in Selina clawing up her face, an act so horrible that this permanently ends the Selina/Bruce friendship apparently.
With Ivy though, the tie-in comics explanation actually is more widely tied into the changes she’d undergone in both BTAS, TNBA and the comics themselves. See, while Pamela started as a regular person but her continual self-experimentation first leads to her being immune to all poisons and toxins, then her seemingly turned into an actual plant-person like the ones she’d frequently been creating in vats in both shows.
Note my use of the word “seemingly“, it’s eventually revealed in the story the Flower Girl, that when Pam left Gotham for South America in the episode House and Garden, she never actually came back… And instead sent an unknowing plant duplicate back to Gotham to keep Harley company as she’s the only human connection Pam has.
So yeah, the reason for Ivy’s pigment change (and over-reliance in plantfolk) is because that wasn’t actually Ivy, as she’d gone to hang out with pre-Swamp Thing Alec Hammond in Louisana instead. Kind of makes sense that she’d make a friend for Harley though, this photo album was one of the few things Pam managed to save before fleeing in her final episode.
Aries: Your hero. Your fun loving wild child. The woman in a male dominated field. Your sportsman. Your adrenaline junkie. Your catalyst for chaos Expresses as excitable, decisive, unpredictable, defender, destructor, antagonist, revolutionary The Aries character is youthful, brave, competitive, and will do anything to win. A character with a strong will and even stronger body to follow. A character who triggers chaos to ease their own boredom. Likes wearing red. Has an equally fun loving and energetic dog that is adored. A character that is capable of working under high pressure situations like paramedicine or emergencies. A character that is fighting for her cause. Mars is the ruler of Aries and corresponds with accidents, a character that displays remarkable inner strength to recover from a trauma. A character who won’t hesitate charging into danger to save somebody. Wonder Woman.
Taurus Your figure of beauty. Your desired one. Your affluent one. The stylish artist. Your business owner. Your hippie. Your hopeless romantic. Expresses as socially graceful and considerate. May be very indulgent. A character who knows how to enjoy the good things in life. A socialite. A character who loves throwing dinner parties. A savvy business woman with elegance, beauty, and sass. A character longing for traditional, classical romance in a world that seems to have forgotten what that is. A character who suffers financial instabilities. Has a taste for the aesthetic. Loves to stylise. A character who can play instruments or write music. The beautiful girl next door. A character working at the art gallery longing for her portraits to be on the wall. A woman who runs the floors of Wall Street with her stunning heels and pink blazer.
Gemini Your main voice. Your student. Your teacher. Your intellect. Your author. Your gossip. Your talkative barista. Your school starter Expresses as clever, charming, and a little cunning. A unpredictable character. Your character who shuts down debate instantly with wicked wit. She could be comedic. She may speak many languages. She may be a professional student. A character who is the ‘go to’ when people have questions. A character who is always using her phone. A character who seems to know everything about everyone. A character that you never quite figure out what the real intention was. Likes to wear fresh, cute and youthful outfits. A character who takes off in a moment’s notice, and plays the devil’s advocate. A character who is underestimated due to her scattered and erratic behaviour but solves great codes or crimes or mysteries. Fyi. Sherlock Holmes was a Gemini
Cancer: Your mystical fantasy. The adored child of the family. Your first time mother. Your People’s Princess. Your Queen Mother. Your witch or sorceress. The family matriarch Expresses emotional and maternal qualities, often moody, easily provoked, imaginative, and nostalgic The Cancer character is protective. She could be a psychic or receive messages from crossed ancestors. Likes wearing darker hues. Maybe also a cross. A character who may be lost in time or attempting to run or heal from her past, one who makes admirable sacrifices. This character prefers to be home with loved ones and retains traditional values. She may live in a house the family has had for decades, probably haunted. Very caring and sensitive, could be a nurse, counsellor, or work with children. A character who has a vivid and intriguing inner life that is shut off to others. A character who is reuniting with her family or meeting her mother for the first time.
Leo: Your starring role. Your Queen. Your dramatic teenager. Your aspiring actor or artist. Your Prince Charming. Expresses the graces and faults of youth, playfulness and fun, leadership and dignity. The Leo character is noble, honest, strong willed, and creative. This is the one who lights up the room. Well liked, but sometimes misunderstood.She may live in a palace, a place of privilege, or more likely a chic and stylish decorated apartment with her prized animal. Likes wearing gold. Will go into battle. But gets very wounded in battle. A character who is trying to feel comfortable in her own skin, a character who expresses with pride and confidence but is secretly very unsure, a character who has overcome all the odds to reach their dreams and rule the world in some form
Virgo Your intellectual progeny. Your puzzle master. Your dedicated and deserving labourer. Your problem solver. Your domestic eccentric. Expresses as competent but self doubtful, has perfectionist tendencies, is very helpful and knowledgable, can be socially awkward in conversation until she is completely comfortable. A character who has odd rituals or phobias. A character who is a nurse or a nursing student. A character who has gruelling self expectation and goes to extremes. A character suffering a health crisis or a character who solves medical mysteries. A character who is special and can decipher number riddles and patterns Appearance can be very primed to perfection. The home can have a unique, very personal set up that reflects deeply ingrained rituals, it may be A character who is under appreciated. A character who carries out secret acts of altruism. Bree on Desperate Housewives is a good but extreme example of a Virgo character
Libra The King’s daughter. Your object of desire. Your hopeless romantic. Your sweetheart. Your lawyer. Your court room darling. Your heartbreaker Expresses as sociable and friendly. Is easily well liked but has quite intense self doubt. Can routinely fall dangerously in love because of her vivid fantasy life. The friend everyone calls when they need a hand, an ear, or a heart. A character who crumbles when she is alone. A character who runs a law firm and throws the best parties like she has a day and night personality. A character who sacrifices everything for love. A character who has dreamed of her wedding since she was a child. A character who has a gleaning, blissful, classical image of romance in her mind. A character who is written off for her femininity or ideals but has a blade on her tongue during debate and slices just about anyone. Well styled, complementary dressed, nothing outlandish but nothing boring. Likes to accessorise. Home is cordially decorated and symmetrical. A character who is forced to choose between her head and her heart. A character who is fighting injustice against a big corporation or government. A dancer who is forced to choose between love and her art
Scorpio Your anointed one. Your gifted one. Your medium. Your seducer. Your revealer. Your hidden catalyst. Your troubled one. Expresses as secretive, knowledgable, calculative, sensitive, and intense. Can easily throw off weaker characters. Can be the intriguing object of desire. A character who is a detective. A character who can read people’s minds. A character who doesn’t trust other people. Scorpio is watery and medicinal, the character could be a grand healer or crone. A character who is a witch or gets involved in dark occult. A character who is forced to undergo psychoanalysis but systematically erodes the mind of the psychiatrist in the process. Lives in the house down the end of the street with the forbidding black fence and cemetery gates with a pet crow A character who uncovers conspiracies or government corruption. A character who follows the trail of serial killers and never fails. A character who assists dead people crossing over. A character that is instantly respected regardless of social skills. A character who can’t help but seduce unsuspecting victims
Sagittarius Your free spirit. Your jet setter. Your foreigner. Your student. Your professor. Your life of the party. Your pilgrim. Your comic. Your philanthropist. Your genie in a bottle Expresses as fun loving, provocative, knowledgeable, open minded, pleasure seeking. A character who has a remarkable change of fortune. A character who celebrates culture, freedom, and life. A character who can provoke tension due to her sharp honesty. A character that wanders endlessly but doesn’t want to be found. A character that lives out of her suitcase and wears flowers in her hair and follows the festivals around. Jupiter is the ruler of Sagittarius so this character has numerous lucky breaks. Earthy, festive, and bohemian styling, cool and casual A character that never gives her real name or address, aspiring to escape the memories and confines of her home town. A character that experiences an enlightenment and goes completely off the grid. A character who falls in love abroad or meets a guru with profound spiritual truths, a character on a journey
Capricorn Your Cinderella story. Your rags to riches Princess. Your leader. Your corporate ruler. Your battler. Your old soul. Your matriarch or patriarch. Expresses as focused, resourceful, dedicated, loyal, overcomes the odds, graceful, elegant, powerful , formidable A character who proves herself against the odds. A character who inspires and leads the way while secretly doubting herself. A character who is a master or expertise of their trade. A character that missed out on childhood. A character with an absent father. A character who has generated remarkable wisdom during her short time on earth. A character who can stop or change time. A character that owns a clock with everyone’s date of mortality. Appearance is sharp, classical, elegant, conservative, dapper May live in a noted part of town or in a well known building considering Capricorn’s social prestige. A character who relentlessly chases her dream. A character who expires through her story from heartache to success. A teacher. A business woman. An expert on intricate statistics. A character who feels like death is always chasing her
Aquarius Your genius. Your eccentric. Your mad professor. Your enigmatic air fairy. Your revolutionary. Your conspiracist. Your misfit. Expresses as highly intelligent, peculiar, outlandish, compassionate, unpredictable, free spirited, intriguing. A character who is relentless and frenetic about proving her unorthodox theories. A radical protestor. An environmental warrior. A character with secret alien friends. A character that experiments with everything with natural style and flair. Unusual or striking appearance, a teal haired character with purple contacts Aquarius is a character who has a lot of friends and appreciates unity. A character who inspires other people to join her plight against an injustice. A character from a small part of the world given nothing but a voice to change the world. A character who indulges in the Aquarian utopia that has been created in the near future
Pisces Your inspiration. Your salient chameleon. Your lover. Your sacrifice. Your Fairy Godmother. Your mythical creature Expresses as highly sensitive, emotional, withdrawing, creative, mysterious, tempting, and delirious. A character who is spiritual and has psychic gifts. A character that listens to fairies. A character who dreams herself into new worlds every night. The Pisces character is gifted, multifaceted, receptive, and intuitive. She can instantly tell if somebody is happy or sad before they say anything at all so she knows all the time that people lie. Styled in darker or purple hues with thick coated mascara. Wears a cross or a symbol. Lives alone because she needs to escape from people. A character who is trying to support and heal people from their mental illness while suffering it herself. A character that receives frequent psychic prophecies. A character who can see what other people can’t. A character that deals with inhuman experiences in a human world. A healer, a witch doctor, a medicine woman, an evangelist
I need someone to draw Lena and Kara in onesies. Kara would totally be in a Supergirl onesie like the nerd she is but Lena HAS to be in a dinosaur one because I’m sorry but that woman runs like a dinosaur and if you need proof just go back and watch 2x01 or 2x08 and you’ll see her dino-running in action. It has to become a thing!
“by being a girl rather than a boy who likes girly things, you’re just being toxic and reinforcing gender roles!”
hey buddy pal, maybe trans girls exist as more than symbols to be scoring moral points for your idea of gender nonconformity as praxis, and we struggle enough as it is to just exist for ourselves without people objectifying us trying to figure out how ideologically pure our existence is. just as you should recognise a woman staying at home to raise the kids or a woman running a corporation are both women being individuals navigating the system of gender around them, you can recognise that we’re just trying to do our thing and already worry far too much about our existential personhood rather than just living our lives. or, maybe even, us entirely rejecting our birth assigned gender is the most powerful act of gender nonconformity of all and you should get on our level
As a woman I feel a lot more fine with a man just being real and flat out saying “I like girls in heels so I gave her heels” Other than a man being “You will be ashamed for criticizing me for making this woman run around half naked with her huge titties bouncing! Once you learn about her oh my god..”
Requested by anon: “Could you do the anything you write on your skin appears on you your soulmates skin au with Reid”
A/N: I wasn’t too sure on what this AU was but I had it explained. I also made it so that names and places of living wouldn’t work because that would be to easy lol.
You didn’t really understand the whole, write on your skin and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin thing. There were limits to it and rules. Knowing that you couldn’t put down your name or where you are because it wouldn’t show on their skin.
But what you also didn’t understand was what the hell your soulmate was constantly writing on his arm or hand. So many math equations and book references. Often times people would look at it and ask what the writing was, you’d simply answer “I guess my soulmate’s a math nerd?”
Not knowing how incredibly right you were.
You’re a simple grad student. Studying to become a psychiatrist, wanting nothing more than to help people. So all this writing on your arm was a bit distracting. Did your soulmate not know about the bond? Or just not have the time to find paper?
Who knows at this point, right now you were just trying to decipher what all of it was.
Sitting in a coffee shop you stared at your arm. Examining every piece of information. Letting out a huff at the undecipherable letters and numbers, except for the formula ∑=MC^2 which you recognized from senior year physics.
Giving up you clicked the power button on your computer. The screen lighting up before turning back off again. “What the hell?” you mumbled jamming the button a couple of times. “Shit” running your hands through your hair. “No, my resume. I didn’t save it.” groaning to nobody in particular.
“Fear not!” a voice said from beside you. It startling you. “Oh god” holding your hand to your chest. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” A blonde woman said smiling. “I just saw you having computer troubles and I know my way around a motherboard so may I?” she gestured to your computer.
“Have at it” you pushed it toward her.
Shocked when witnessing her having it up and running within a few clicks. “What? How’d you?” reaching and moving the touch pad. Immediately saving your resume on the page. “Thank you so much! You just saved my future”
“No problem, I’m Penelope by the way” she held a hand out to you. “[F/n]” taking it while introducing yourself. Though her eyes widened at the mathematical equations and information on your arm. “Whoa” she said but soon recognized the handwriting.
“Oh my god you need to come with me!” She began to smile excitedly. “Um okaay?” you said before grabbing your things and following her. Luckily not having any other plans that day.
Not expecting to end up inside the FBI building. “Am I allowed to be in here?” asking while following her through a hallway, to a pair of double glass doors.
“Yes, as long as you’re with me. I think.” Penelope said excitedly.
“Good morning princess” A man said coming over to you both. “Not now chocolate thunder I need to find Reid.” she held a finger to him while passing. “Um ouch” he commented catching up to you “I’m sorry who are you?” smiling at you.
“Uh [F/n], Penelope saved my computer, and told me I had to come with her here now. I’m just as confused as you are” you shrugged and he laughed. “Well that’s Garcia for ya. I’m SSA Derek Morgan, nice to meet you” offering you a hand.
“Likewise” shaking it in return. Walking into the bullpen Penelope yelled “REID!” startling you again. Damn she’s good at that.
A man looked up from his book to see the woman running over to him. “Come here” she pushed him toward you. “[F/n] meet Spencer, Spencer [F/n]” she quickly introduced you.
He smiled at you awkwardly, as you gave a simple “Hi” the other members in the area just watching confused.
“Uhh Garcia what’s going on?” Another blonde haired woman asked from her desk.
“J.J. Shh, [F/n] and Spencer are going to compare arms!” She turned back to the both of you. “COMPARE ARMS!” she yelled.
You pulled up your sleeve to reveal the writing on it. Spencer’s eyes widened before he did the same. “Boom soulmates! You’re welcome” she cheered as everyone, including you and Spencer, just stared shocked.
“Uhh” you said looking down at your arm. “Alright then. Just a few questions. What the hell is going on? What the hell is written on my arm? Are you some kind of Einstein or something? And do you want to get dinner this weekend?” your rapid tone disorienting a few of the profilers.
He processed your words for a moment before answering “Honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s a series of equations used from a case we just solved. I have an eidetic memory but that’s what some people say. And yes I would like to.”
You smiled, “Well glad that’s cleared up”
“I am as well. I look forward to getting to know you better” He smiled. Surprising all of his co-workers with his calmness.
“Did Reid just get a date?” Morgan looked at the other members confused before back at the pair of you. “Oh it’s the end times” Rossi commented before the whole team nodded.
Even a room full of profilers couldn’t decipher what just happened.
Destroy the idea that Robert would have been a better husband to Lyanna than he was to Cersei. Destroy the idea that Cersei is the reason he was an awful and abusive husband. The abused is not to blame for their own abuse. Putting the responsibility for the abuser’s actions on the abused is actually a tactic used by abusers to justify their actions and to control and subjugate their partners. Do not buy into Robert’s rhetoric because Robert is fundamentally characterized by his inability to bear responsibility for his actions and his tendency to justify his fuckups by putting it on other people.
Destroy the idea that Lyana knew and was absolutely fine with Rhaegar fighting in the name of the mad man who murdered her family, or that she willingly approved of staying in Dorne while he went to war against one of her two surviving brothers and to subjugate the people who rose in defense of the Stark of Winterfell and gave their lives to bring them justice.
Destroy the idea that Elia thought nothing of Rhaegar running with another woman just because she is Dornish or that her potential knowledge of what he planned makes his actions alright or defensible. Destroy the idea that she put his precious prophecy ahead of her own children’s well-being and lives.
Here’s a novel concept: how about we stop woobifying Robert and Rhaegar by scapegoating Cersei, Elia and Lyanna?
[ i live for these mafia/gangsta aus! thanks so much for requesting this, i love you so much, enjoy :)) ]
➸ You hadn’t caught his eye just yet, him merely seeing you as another waitress threatened with your life to serve him anything he desired. This business meeting was nothing but intense, the atmosphere suffocating as the topic was on murder. Now, for a normal servant they wouldn’t even bat an eye on the conversation - but that’s just it.
You were new.
And it probably was just your luck to be working on the day they decided to be…descriptive as to what they planned to do to the rat among them. A little squeamish, you couldn’t help but shake uncontrollably when you poured Jin another glass of wine, biting your lip with so much strength that you were sure it was bleeding.
“Yoongi, for the last time, we are not using acid. I almost lost my fucking arm trying to clean it up the last time we used it.” Namjoon groans, rubbing his temples in aggravation. “What is it with you and melting skin?”
“He’s a sadist, that’s why.” Jimin snickers. “I say we cut off the fingers, one by one. Then, leave him to bleed out - slowly.”
You couldn’t help but gulp at the mere thought of someone’s fingers being cut off, or their skin melting off; what was wrong with these people? Do they find it entertaining doing these things-
The abrupt shout coming from Jin shocks you back into reality, as your heart drops at the sight of the overflowed wine glass, now all over the white table cloth and his dress pants. Losing the ability to breathe, you stand there with your mouth agape in terror, eyes wide like a deer in front of headlights. Sputtering out apologies left and right, you set the bottle down to hurriedly clean him up as much as you could with the hem of your dress - it being the only thing available.
“I-I’m sorry, please, forgive me - I didn’t mean to, I was only just-”
Before you could finish your plea, your breath is once again caught in your throat as rough fingers grip your jaw, lifting your head back up so he could get a good look at you. The room is now silent, which you concluded to be much worse than their conversation. You didn’t even notice you had tears until he used his other hand to wipe them away, gently. Never had you ever been so confused until this very moment - Jin was never gentle. You know from witnessing what he was really capable of.
“Calm down, it’s alright. It was only an accident, right?” You take a minute to nod slowly, but once you did, he smiles. That only seems to scare you rather than put you at ease. “No need to be scared. Why don’t we get you cleaned up, hm?”
Before you had a chance to answer, Jin had already latched onto your forearm, while standing from his seat. It was as if wine had never been spilled as he gave the conference table one last look. “Continue without me, I’ll be back shortly. And get someone to clean up this mess.”
Taking a look at them as well, you didn’t understand as to why they all had knowing grins as they waved the two of you off. What was going to happened to you? Was he just playing tricks, was this the end for you? Your breathing only came in chops as he escorted you out of the room, the tears cascading down your face as you whimpered.
“Please, don’t kill me! I have a family, please, I didn’t mean to spill-” You were cut off once again, only this time in an incredibly different way. Blinking rapidly, you moaned in surprised as his lips crashed onto yours, his hands rested on your lower back, pulling you in close.
What was this you were feeling?
This wasn’t the Kim Seokjin you’ve come to know for the past week, he never even gave you a passing glance - he didn’t know you existed until today. How come this kiss felt like he’s known you forever?
After a few minutes, the two of you pulled away desperately in need for air, his hands now finding a new area to caress as he stared into your eyes.
“I..I don’t understand…”
“Have you any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? How long I’ve waited, and yet here you were this whole time - serving me wine.” Seeing that you were still confused, Jin chuckles softly. “What’s your name?”
“Y/n.” He repeated, allowing the name to slip off his tongue, like butter. “Such a pretty name, it suits you.”
“So..you’re not gonna kill me, or cut my fingers off, or bathe me in acid-”
“Now, how could I do that to my soulmate?” Feeling your heart nearly stop, you practically choke on air at the word. “Sorry you had to hear all of that, from now on, you no longer have to serve me. And you have a family, you say? I’d like to meet them, they shall be protected for as long as I’m breathing, as well as you.”
“Whoa, wait, slow down. I-I’m your…b-but how could you possibly know?! Just five minutes ago, you didn’t know who I was, and now all of the sudden we’re soulmates? I just…I don’t understand.” Yes, everything was crashing onto you all at once, but you didn’t pull away from him. You let him continue to hold you; his presence oddly feeling right.
Jin couldn’t help but to laugh, the feeling of relief that he finally found you was enough to put him a constant good mood. Not even you’re obliviousness could annoy him; whether you believed him or not, he would get you see someday that he was made for you.
“There’s plenty of time to explain all of this - but wouldn’t you rather get cleaned up? This wine is starting to feel a little sticky.”
The events of earlier almost made you forget the small slip up you made - realizing that it all came down to just overfilling a wine glass. If you hadn’t have been so careless, would you be in this situation? Would everything had been different if you hadn’t have screwed up?
Was this fate? If he wasn’t going to kill you, why not at least see where all of this was going to lead. What was the worst that could happen?
Nodding slowly, this time he went for your hand, leading the way to what you assumed to be his bedroom.
“We are meant to be, my love. I’ll show you.”
➸ If there was anything else Yoongi could do, he would pick it in a heartbeat. He’d rather watch paint dry than wander around this party, surrounded by a whole bunch of idiots who were drunk off their asses while carrying lethal weapons. If anything, he feared for his life rather than enjoyed the event. To be honest he couldn’t even remember why he was there in the first place.
“Attention, could I have everyone’s attention. I would like to thank you all for attending this special occasion. The day my only child takes over the family business.”
Ah, that’s right. He was sent to put in a good word for вts to the new mafia boss of BigHit; just to make sure there continued to be no bad blood between them. He didn’t know what the big deal was, just some guy getting a new position in something that was merely child’s play - in his opinion. Why was there a need for such a big fuss over one dude?
Man, was he in for a kick in the balls when you walked out. You were far from being ‘some guy’ or a ‘dude’. You were a woman. And the ‘big fuss’ was because BigHit had never been run by a woman before. Especially not a woman that looked like pure sex. Yoongi nearly choked on his drink when you strutted out for the whole party to see, cheers erupting all around him, yet he couldn’t hear a thing. It was like all his senses were circled in on you, even senses he didn’t know he had were all focused.
“My daughter, Y/n, the first female to ever run the empire. Babygirl - make daddy proud.” Yoongi couldn’t help but to fantasize about saying those final words to you someday, biting his lip as his eyes scanned you up and down. Definitely a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. He could only pray to the man in the sky, thanking that Jin-hyung made him come to this event.
Clearing his throat, he joined in the claps that congratulated their new boss, all sending their best wishes and positive vibes. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to be alone with her to discuss ‘business’. He watched you intensely as you made your way down the stairs, dress flowing behind you so elegantly it should be considered illegal to look as good as you did. You greeted anyone that was in your path - from hugs, to handshakes, to the friendly kisses on the cheek.
But, as soon as you got to him - everything stopped. As if your brain had completely shut off, and you were merely a hallow shell. You didn’t even blink, your mouth hanging open like a fool as you stood in front of him with your arms open.
If he hadn’t cleared his throat, you probably would have been stuck like that for a little while. Shaking your head, you chuckle nervously, reaching over to shake his hand.
“So sorry, I don’t know what came over me for a second. You must be Yoongi, Seokjin told me that you would be attending tonight. Pleasure to finally put a face to a name.” When his hand had finally connect with yours, you could have sworn a bolt of electricity sprung up your right arm, almost making you jump back in alarm. Almost.
“Pleasure is all mine,” Yoongi pulls you in closer by the hand, leaning down to place a light kiss upon your knuckles. “Miss Y/n.”
The way your name fell from his lips nearly made you weak in the knees. Blinking a couple of times to compose yourself, you gesture with your other hand in the direction where your new, privateoffice was located.
“Shall we get down to business, then?”
Tightening his grip on her hand, he nods slowly as a grin forms upon his lips. “Lead the way.”
➸ You two had made eye contact the minute you hit the stage. It was your first night being the main dancer, feeling so confident in yourself that you decided to wear a little something more than inappropriate - snagging Namjoon’s attention in under a second. Not only had he never seen you before, but you did something to him the same way a drug would do. His heart started to race, his palms sweating, everything around him going silent and his vision tunneling in on you and only you.
For a moment, you forgot your whole routine, or that there were other men in the room you needed to interest; not just him. But, your mind felt as if he was all the attention you wanted - needed, even. You didn’t know what is was, but when the music started, you had no choice but to get into character and finally break eye contact. Namjoon leaned back into his chair, eyes still trained on your swaying figure as you started to dance, licking his lips slowly at your movements being so smooth and precise.
“Behave yourself, Namjoon, we’ve only just arrived and you’re already eye-fucking one of the dancers.” Jin playfully punches his shoulder, him not flinching. “Yah, what’s the matter with you?”
Tugging at the sudden tightness at his collar, Namjoon finds the strength to pull his eyes away from you, them now clouded with lust as he tried to allow his heart to slow down. Jin had seen this look before, many times actually, him having had the same look not too long ago. Nodding to his friend, slowly, Jin only chuckles as Namjoon spilled everything without having to say one word.
“Ah, I see. You think she’s the one?”
“I don’t think. I know she is.” He notices that your dance was coming close to an end, him not wasting a moment before standing up and adjusting himself. “Don’t wait up, I’m coming home late.”
“Be gentle with her, Joonie~” Jimin giggles, chugging down yet another shot with Taehyung. “We don’t call you ‘God of Destruction’ for nothing.”
It was as if you were expecting him when you descended from the stage, already signaling him to follow you to the private section of the club, a teasing little smirk creeping upon you face as you made sure to swing your hips with exaggeration as you walked. Raising an eyebrow in interest, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle darkly as he happily started to follow you.
“I think she can handle me.”
➸ Hoseok knew this was coming, eventually. He drank his poison and merely waited for it take effect, it was only a matter of time. He knew hiswife was going to rat him out the minute she discovered the secrecy he’s kept from her for so long.
“I hope that bitch was worth it, and that you rot in hell, Jung Hoseok!”
He would only roll his eyes, as the police finished handcuffing them all, escorting them outside. There were millions of flashing lights as soon as they stepped foot through the doors; from reporters to people with camera phones, all taking pictures of the notorious mafia gang finally being brought to justice.
Hoseok couldn’t help but to smile. These poor, naive fools.
People continuously shouted at them, from insults to curses, all saying this was a new beginning - now that the terrorists were finally going to be put behind bars, once and for all. Once the doors to the van were slammed shut, the seven of them looked at each other before all busting into a fit of laughter. The sound of the engine starting was loud enough to drown it out from anyone of the outside, driving away at lightening speed until the flashing lights of the cameras were submerged to nothing but tiny specks in the distance.
For a straight ten minutes into the drive, they couldn’t keep from laughing - the whole situation seeming unreal and just hilarious to them. It wasn’t until the van had come to a complete stop did they all finally compose themselves enough to catch their breaths. Opening the double doors, they were greeted by a silhouette covered from head to toe in black, wearing a police helmet to hide their face; the laughter then returned once again.
“Stop looking so fucking intimidating, your Oscar for world’s best actress is in the mail, Y/n.” Taehyung sarcastically remarked, you chuckling in response as your remove the helmet. Climbing into the van, you go over to Hoseok first, leaning downward to kiss him passionately - the guys not missing a beat to let out groans of disgust, mixed in with their laughter.
“I always knew that tramp would sing like a canary. Not my fault her husband happened to my soulmate - and I sure as hell wasn’t going to share you for much longer, Hobi~” You unchained him from his handcuffs, so he could hold you properly as the two of you shared another kiss.
“Yah, you two can ravish each other later! Right now, we gotta move, before the police realize this van never showed up to it’s original destination.” Namjoon warned.
Pecking his lips one more time, you rush over to uncuff the rest of вts, them not wasting time to strip out of their suits. Putting on the casual clothing you had packed for them ahead of time, Yoongi then spread the inside of the van with gasoline as well as their previous clothing. Helping to push the vehicle into a nearby ditch, Hoseok held up a box of matches, his eyes piercing into your own.
“Y/n. It is your choice if you want to continue on with us, or not. I’m going to be honest, once the feds catch on they will hunt us down like dogs, and it’s not going to be easy. I won’t make you do something you don’t want to-”
You kiss him hard on the mouth before he could finish his speech, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close, signifying that you weren’t going anywhere. After pulling away from the passionate kiss, you happily take the matches from his hand, striking one of them - watching the flame come to life in the dark night. Taking a deep breath, you throw it toward the van, it perfectly landing on the roof of it. Not even seconds later did a blanket of fire start to spread around the vehicle, it being completely engulfed into the flames. The maknaes hoop and holler at the moon, dancing around with each other as the rest of you merely watched it burn.
Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to place a kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t going to be fun, you know.”
You chuckle, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “If you’re trying to scare me into leaving, it’s not gonna work. I’m with you till the end, Hobi, until the day I die.”
He could only smile, your response making his heart race uncontrollably - something his wife could never do. You were the breath of fresh air he’s been looking for. Sure everything he’s worked for is practically gone thanks to you, but he didn’t mind starting over. It was a small price to pay, for you.
“I love you, Y/n. Until the day I die.”
➸ Unfortunately, you were on his hit list. Someone had called him in to finish the job, getting rid of the witness who had gotten away with too much information. But, there was no record that you even existed, besides a name and the location where you worked. You kept a low profile, due to your reputation of being a well known snitch, only the last thing you spied on - you were sloppy. They saw you sneaking out of the window when you felt like you’ve gotten all that you needed. They didn’t see your face, but they knew enough to track you down - for him to track you down.
Jimin entered the bar, dressed in nothing but black as he scanned the area. Checking over the exits, giving an educated guess of how many people were in the place, playing out all the possibly scenarios that could unfold tonight. The worst that could happen is that the police could get involved, allowing you to get away, and fail the mission. But, Jimin was a lot of things; a failure wasn’t one of them.
The only information he was given was that you were either a server here, or a performer in one of the cages that hung from the ceiling. He knew that no one had seen your face before, but he felt that he could put a name of a face. Jimin wouldn’t be good at what he did if he couldn’t. Scanning the cages, none of the girls that shamelessly flashed their naked bodies seemed to fit the small profile. Huffing, he crosses the cages out; only one thing left to investigate.
Sitting at one of tables, he pressed the button in front of him to gain service from one of the waitresses that would migrate all over the place. It took no more than five minutes for one of them to finally make their way over to him, notepad in hand, with sweat glistening off their face and nearly exposed torso; he nearly giggles at the faint appearance of glitter. It wasn’t until his eyes had landed on your face did the look of amusement completely melt from his features, quickly replaced with the blank one he had came in with. Trying to catch your breath in the stuffy bar, you didn’t even notice his face yet in the dimly lit area where the table was located.
Jimin gulps, trying to keep himself calm before his heart nearly busted out of his chest. It couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t. He prayed to god that it wasn’t, that you were someone random who worked here, that his instincts were wrong this one time. When you had finally caught your breath, chuckling softly, you politely bowed in apology - still haven’t lifted your head up to look at him.
“I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, sir. My name is Y/n, I’ll be your server for tonight, what can I get for yo-…” You had then looked up, your professional smile dropping to a look of pure terror, as you took a small step back. Jimin’s blank expression switched to something that seemed as if he were in physical pain, tears forming in his eyes as he couldn’t bear to look into your terrified ones.
You knew who he was, and what he was there to do. That only seemed to pain Jimin even further as the rapid beating of his heart only confirmed his worst nightmare: he’d have to kill his soulmate.
“Y/n, I’m begging you…please run.”
➸ Taehyung had a reputation of being incapable of feeling anything. Emotions he once had in the past completely erased from his genetic code thanks to the rough teachings from his father. He grew up with no warmth of a mother’s touch, no grandmother, nor sister, just merely male presence for as long as he can remember.
He hated smiling. Anytime his father caught him even so much as grinning, he earned himself a beating. He hated laughing. Anytime he would laugh for having fun, another beating, then no dinner. He hated crying. Anytime Tae would cry after a beating, or from hunger, he would only get beat even more - and possibly the loss of food privileges for a whole week. After a while, Kim Taehyung learned to not feel a thing. It’s the only thing that kept him alive.
When he arrived at the party, he was greeted with friendly smiles, warm welcomes, you name it - they wanted to make him feel special. After his father’s death recently, he had been promoted to head boss - taking the news with a blank expression and curt nod. Never shed a tear about his father, or for this grand opportunity he’s been trained for since birth. He felt nothing.
Jin accompanied Taehyung, being his ride to the event. Jin’s job was to be his smile, his laugh, anything that had to do with emotion - Jin was the man to be called. But, if the eldest didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn he had seen Taehyung grinning at something when they entered; for a split second.
“I’m gonna go scout for the others, and find our reserved table. Don’t do anything rash, remember your temper.”
“Aish, Jin-hyung, you’re like the mother I never had.” Taehyung spoke with monotone, his hooded eyes never faltering. “I’ll be a good boy.”
Jin raises his eyebrow in confusion. “Did…Did you just make a joke?”
Blinking a couple of times, Taehyung turns away from him while looking anywhere else to distract this tingly feeling at his finger tips. Shrugging slightly, he starts walking away without another word to Jin, leaving him to stand there for moment. Scoffing softly, he just shakes his head. He would forever be a mystery to him.
Taehyung walked forward with no particular destination, but he couldn’t stop. He was looking for something, someone perhaps, he just didn’t know who. It wasn’t until he had ran into a server with a tray in their hands did he snap out of his zombie-like state. A small gasp made him look down at the mess he had created, the girl in front of him looking as if she had just seen as ghost. Bowing multiple times, you apologize multiple times in one breath, lowering to floor to quickly gather everything you dropped so you could escape his sight before he could catch a good look at your face. The last thing you needed was to turn up dead the next day all because of a clumsy mistake.
But, it wasn’t your fault, and he knew that.
Everything around the two of had stopped, everyone staring in equal shock and sympathy as they all concluded that you probably just made the biggest mistake of your life. Taehyung stared down at you once more, eye twitching slightly as tears cascaded down your face as you practically begged for forgiveness for getting his blazer all messy. He didn’t like the sight, not in the slightest - usual he would find joy in someone pleading for mercy, but coming from you - it didn’t leave the right taste in his mouth.
Without hesitation, Taehyung drops to his knees, helping you pick up the shattered glass piece by piece. You lowered your head even further to keep from making eye contact, afraid to see the look of rage in his eyes. He looked you over for a moment, seeing multiple cuts all over your hands from picking up shards of glass with your bare hands in such a hurry to get away from him. You looked so fragile, so scared, so…cute. It had been a while since he’s seen something like that. Gently as he could, he gripped your chin, lifting your head up to finally make eye contact with him.
Gasping softly once again, your breathing stops altogether when you see all the emotion held in such soft brown eyes. They were so wide, so curious, nothing like in the stories people would gossip about on the streets. Tears still leaked from your eyes as you sat still, in fear that one wrong move could set him off. Taehyung on the other hand couldn’t understand this rapid beating in his chest, the same way it did when he first saw you when he came in - you were the one Jin almost caught him grinning at.
“What’s your name?” He finally spoke, voice low so not to frighten you. “Please, tell me your name. I’m not going to hurt you, just please…”
Gulping, you blink away a few more tears, sniffling before answering. “Y/n. My name is L/n Y/n. I’m 19 years old, I have no family except my little sister at home who needs me, she’s only 6, I bed you, please don’t…”
You start to choke on your own words at the tears once again started to flow, clenching Taehyung’s heart to the point he was extremely confused as to what this feeling was. Never has he experienced anything like this before, it being so long to where he’s forgotten the name for it. Pain? Anger? Sadness?
Whatever it was, he didn’t want you expressing it any longer. Not wasting another moment, he picks you up into his arms, practically cradling you in way he could only wish someone did for him growing up. He not only surprised those all around him, and you, but himself as well. Blinking a couple of times, he glares.
“Don’t you all have work to do?”
Just that alone was enough to make everyone practically sprint in different directions. Taehyung only scoffs before heading the direction went in, making you tense up in his arms more than before.
“W-Where are you taking me?”
He doesn’t answer, just keeps walking forward. When he had finally come across the rest of his group, they all stared up at him with either confusion or surprised; perhaps a combination of both. Tae takes his seat, not even considering their feelings about how this must look to them, now resting you on his lap. You practically vibrated in his hold, very confused as why you were there or what he wanted from you. What really shocked you the most would be how he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you to his chest while nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.
Looking over his table for any explanation, you weren’t expecting them to all sudden have some kind of mental understanding as to why he was acting this way. Taehyung leans upward until he felt close enough to your ear, whispering softly into your ear that made your blood run cold.
“I’m keeping you. You make me feel again.”
➸ Jungkook was to be on his best behavior at this dinner, having been told that it was a meeting between long term rivals to finally end any bad blood that was between them. He understood completely; don’t be disrespectful, no dirty looks, don’t even so much as open his mouth. If they wanted this to be a sure thing, then he needed to be the golden maknae he’s been trained to be.
Sure, that seemed like an easy to do, it’s nothing new to be told those rules whenever there was a meeting of importance. The only difference in this particular meeting that almost made shit hit the fan - their rival’s daughter was not only smoking hot…but also his soulmate. Now, Jungkook being the youngest, it was a whole lot harder to hide intense emotions that finding your soulmate could do to you. Just the sight of you made his heart race, his only focus being you as all his thoughts were only interested on what your name was, where had you been all his life, and how did you like your eggs in the morning after spending a night with him? The longer he looked at you, the more sinful his mind turned - to the point Jimin had to pinch him in the arm to bring his focus back on the meeting before anyone noticed.
“What the hell could you possibly bestaring at that hard?” He hissed under his breath, before blushing hard and looking elsewhere. “Are you aroused? Right now, are you fucking kidding me, Jungkook?”
“It’s not my fault!” He bit back, blush covering his face as well. Wincing slightly at the sudden pain in his ankle, he jets his eyes to his left to see that Yoongi was give the two of them a warning glare. Jungkook couldn’t help the increasing tightness in his pants, having to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering at the slight throb. “Oh, fuck, it hurts…”
He tried with all his might to hold in any noises he wanted so bad to let out, having to rest his head in his hands to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart. It wouldn’t have been overlook if his elbows hadn’t have slammed into the table - the sound echoing around the once tranquil meeting that was now more of an awkward silence. Jungkook could practically feel all eyes on him, and hear the faint sound of Namjoon face palming. Lifting his head up slowly, he sheepishly smiles.
“S-Sorry…migraine.” He quickly covered, the boss not seeming to look fooled. But, with a small nod, he gestures for someone to come forward. Jungkook nearly choked on his spit when you walked past him, swearing that you had just ran your finger tips over his back. When you made it over to your father, he whispered something in your ear - you soon nodding that you understood.
Walking over to him yet again, you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to flash him a warm smile that nearly made him faint right then and there. Without speaking, Jungkook stood, crossing his hands in front of his crotch area to hide the evident bulge that was forming. Following your lead, the two of you exit the room to let them continue the meeting in peace. Once he was positive you were no longer within earshot of the room, he didn’t hesitate to pin you to the wall.
“What did your father say?” He all but groans in your ear, making sure to grind his lower half into yours to let you know all that you’ve done to him without even touching him. “Does he know you’re my soulmate?”
“N-No. He just said ‘take care of him’. But, he never specified on how.” You breathlessly spoke, holding onto his broad shoulders as you slowly started to lose your train of thought. The minute he walked in, you were intoxicated. Your vision became blurry, your palm sweaty; your mother had told you all the symptoms, you just never knew they would be this intense. “They way you looked at me, I knew you felt it, too.”
“Why send you to escort me out, then? Not that I’m complaining.”
You moaned softly as his lips found that one sweet spot near your ear, it becoming harder and harder to think straight.
“He wants me to learn the family business. He wants me to teach you a lesson, I-I guess - punish you f-for interrupting.”
Jungkook grins slyly as he finally pulls away from the now purple mark blossoming on your neck. Your flustered state was definitely something he could get used to seeing - even if it had to be behind his hyungs’ backs, or your ruthless father. You were so worth it.
Until all of us have made it, none of us have made it.
Rosemary Brown (1930-2003): Canada’s first black woman to be elected to a provincial legislature & the first black woman to run for leadership of a federal political party in Canada. She belonged to the New Democratic Party (NDP), Canada’s major left leaning party; she narrowly lost to Ed Broadbent for leadership of the NDP.