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Corinne stands with a neutral posture, slightly hunched and shy in demeanor. Each smile is furtive but sincere, her eyes bright in wonderment much like how she saw Riku face the world – the way it lights up whenever he mentioned of his sister.

"She's lovely—" the fairytale girl says as she laced her fingertips together gingerly, and the magic in her visage dulls out a little with a melancholic smile; "—I just hope I get to see her more. But I'm sure she's fine."

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Her posture is straight and regal, and her eyes are soft like the sea on a tranquil day. —and there was formal Steven.She reaches up and adjusts the pretend-tie and pulls at the collar of her shirt; uncomfortable– is the expression that she wears, even in the smile that pulls at her expression while she bowed and laughed and curtsied at the shadows on the walls.—seething Steven;Whose hands are crossed behind his back even while he posture was a strange mix of submissively defiant; yes father, mouthed as she morphs into the next Steven.

—heartless Steven. But it's only because she's not there—there's no need to pretend; no need to imitate.

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Tousling her hair back and messing up her silky locks in the process, the Fairytale girl stands with her hands akimbo and her chest puffed-out, an air of regality prominent in the facade.

"I wish to create a beautiful world!" she declares with much gusto, only to realize halfway that this considerably shorter man was in fact, not Lysandre, but Lance of the Kanto/Johto regions.

Oh.

"—With dragons!!"

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"Way too easy—" she smirks as her hands reach out for his PSP, fingers adjusting the air-glasses that had been resting on her nose bridge with an obviously irate stink-eye. 

"Tch, this game is so last season; the graphics aren't even good enough to be considered a three-dimensional render." Chucking the PSP back haphazardly to the awaiting boy, Corinne retrieves her own Holo Caster from her pocket and taps away at it in imitation – scowling the entirety of the way.

"It's almost time for Puella Magikarp Madoka— Shouo, let's go."

Kon-kon!

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First off, Corinne pulls a tacky pink shawl around her frame and hides the lower half of her face under the wraps of fabric. Slouching slightly, she puts on an expression of nonchalance and resignation, fingers partially obscuring her eyes as they rested against her temples.

"What am I supposed to do with these crazy kids—" Coughing a little to make her voice huskier, a small out-of-character smile breaks her concentration.

"Nixon Cohen, you are goin'to be in so much trouble young man//"

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MK Ultra— I've got your heart in my hand and throat in my other; || Corinne/Steven (hitman thread)

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Proper and prim.

Tall and proud.

Fake smiles.

This was the life of an aristocrat.

—“Young master, please mind your manners.”

—“Young master, learn to please others.”

—“Young master, be a perfect being.”

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It is the kind of fate where no one would stop and ask about her well-being, no tissues offered, no comfortable help like what the televisions always showed; the idyllic, idealistic side of human nature that was so far removed from reality that had always resounded like a slap against her cheek. Except this time the sound wasn't an illusion, and without warning the clouds release its angry torrent in a howl.

The rain feels almost vindictive in the way it chilled her – and it was more than a reminder that she was still painfully, smartingly alive amidst the grey tumult overhead. That even earth and space itself needed times to be completely fucked up as well lest it stopped spinning on its axis and imploded like a supernova collision lent some comfort in the biting cold of void—

—but here comes the blazing comet (in theory), the prince on a white horse (or limousine) that appears by her side without her realizing what had transpired within those few moments. Though Corinne appreciated the warmth of an expensive trench coat placed gingerly over her and sheltering immediately from the droplets of icy water that had soaked the fabric of her shirt, the fairytale girl doesn't glance up to her benefactor – not at first; only able to fantasize that when she looked up the person she had set-out to kill would be the person who aided her. What lovely irony that would be—

                         Miss?

His acknowledgement pulls her out of the trance quickly and causes her to look at his features; imminent surprise is the first thing she feels. 

                                       Luck of the draw— What a lovely ace;

And as more questions fill the silence of white noise between them, Corinne too, glances at the shoes which screamed of impoverishment before the young gentleman when he looks. Between that moment she was split between reaching out straightaway to his neck and slit the ivory neck with the broken shard of glass she had kept hidden on her body; but the assassin realizes quickly that it would be way too risky with the chauffeur standing watch by the vehicle – too conspicuous; so many people had already seen her today.

                They would be sorry that they didn't stop her,                  "Heir to the Devon Corp assassinated—"                  but thankful that the murderer wasn't invited into their nest                  because of their own kindness.

Humans were only selfish creatures, after all. "Thank you—" she says, pulling the coat around her tightly as she fixates piercing blue back on his features. Delicate and luxurious like molten white gold, and optics that was like the finest pools of amber that she had ever seen. Precious Stone; was the moniker that the tabloids gave him, and it was true that her target held a certain charming element in his posture, and body, and everything about his stature. Even dripping in the rain with his umbrella-touting Butler by his side shielding him from the weather, it was undeniable that this boy was beautiful.

"I have nothing to repay you with, kind sir." Corinne bows her head and pulls the trench away from her frame, strategically revealing her wounds in pretense that it was only because she didn't wan't the blood to stain the material. They had since crusted over and became pus cuts thanks to the lack of immediate care, and feeling the lingering gaze of the other she smiles (almost indulgently) with sadness lacing her every word.

"It's abhorrent, isn't it? For a hoodlum like me to dream about living in the uptown neighborhoods of the most expensive city in Kalos.

I should best be on my way lest the guards find me– again. I'm certain I wouldn't be let off so easily should there be a repetition of my unwelcome here."

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The wavelength gently grows,  Coercive notions re-evolve,  A universe is trapped inside a tear,  It resonates the core,  Creates unnatural laws,  Replaces love and happiness with fear How much deception can you take? How many lies will you create? How much longer until you break? Your mind's about to fall—

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MK Ultra— I've got your heart in my hand and throat in my other; || Corinne/Steven (hitman thread)

The taste of sweat and blood mixes in with the tears, and she remembers the desperation that had filled her the first time her eyes lain on the woman. The Queen of Hearts – as she was called; someone whose beauty was so unrivaled that even the seven-year old child was convinced that she was the fairytale character incarnate herself – materialized within this world and beautiful and exquisite even when shrouded in the darkness of her lair.

                         You know what to do, don't you my dear—

if anything, that voice was what had constantly reminded Corinne that this was not a dream. That the cold fingertips that always tapped impatiently against the glass of red wine in her hands wasn't a farce. You owe me; has always been a mantra of her service to the head-honcho here – a ransom price that butchered the seven-year old child's innocence.

"I will not disappoint."

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And she watches as people milled around the crimson-stained scene – the people of richness and refinery in their neatly-pressed clothing and loafers pausing to glance at the sight, and the note of shock and appall that rob the women of gasps was always something so commonly heard. A street rat, they would mutter under their breaths as they walked away with their pedigreed pokémon and upturned noses; and it makes her feel sick to the bone knowing she was once an aristocrat like them if her parents haven't sold her over as a payment to their owed dues.

But it's all fair in love and war – Corinne convinces herself as she brushes the debris away from her knees, a small wince crossing her once-delicate features as dirty fingernails plucked at the pebbles lodged within the open wound. Bullies— she scowls at the boys that had handled her so roughly when she wandered into the Upperside of Lumiose. 

                                        Dirty fellow!

They taunt, and they pull her blonde pigtails. They shove like brutes and trip her, forcing her to land roughly against the pebbled ground with soft skin splitting open upon impact against the broken glasses that littered the dustbins in the alleyways. You don't belong here — their words, it makes her laugh (almost bitterly, so close to a mania—) with the knowledge that she had once been entitled to such ludicrous luxuries.

But it made her even angrier that she was only back here because of the one clause that would free her from the god-forsaken hell of the Queen's reign.

Get rid of Devon Corporations. Harm their only son and force Devon to close down out of grief. Better yet, kill them both together—!

Those words ring sharply in her head as a slow but breathy grin ransacks her heaving frame. She had been crying (or at least, sobbing) – cornflower blue hues stinging where the dirt entered her eyes from the way she rubbed them, and her hands are sticky and disgusting and a mix of red and brown, but nothing fueled her more in that instant than to finally be so close to having Steven Stone's heart beating in her grasp — her prize and vindication from the Queen herself.

Hearts— were meant to be broken and wrung and destroyed. 

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Bad Apple || Barry & Corinne (Criminal!AU)

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Barry…?

There it was, one of the few voices in Barry’s life that could make his mouth and thoughts stand still for a moment. Even though almost years had passed, Chali Dan’s voice still had that familiar melodic ring to it, as if nothing had changed. But things have changed, Barry thought with regret, remembering what he once had and watching old feelings rise painfully to the surface of his memory.

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She fidgets under the grasp that had fastened to her, and like a doe trapped in headlights, Corinne is temporarily awed at her foiled plans. They say curiosity killed the cat – and watching now as the jewel gleamed under the street lamps of Lumiose, it was safe to say that this was her most unsuccessful heist yet. 

Do you know her? –Blonde hair and a purple eyepatch. 

She freezes; hearing the tentative crackle on the other end of the line that signified a pause, a breath (hers, held) as the boy's lips turned into a smile and a kindly thanks was hung on his lips as though she were the good person who found the ring and wished to return it. No, no — it was all wrong! But one miscalculated steps and she could be ruined altogether;

Lumiose's most wanted; arrested by a foreign vigilante? The fairytale girl scowls and attempt to shimmy away from his grasp – but it is firm and untrusting and she is certain she's done for. 

"I think he misses you, miss! Better tell him that's an engagement ring you've got there and not just a piece of sparky rock!"

Distraction – and with a sharp jerk she escapes from his grasp and laughs a little with a curtsey and a bow (almost mocking in nature, and condescendingly sweet, it smothers;—)

"Why don't you bring it to her and fight her fiancé for it? I mean he's just some famous actor; nothing you can't handle – am I right, monsieur? Your lady is getting away, and you're merely

                                                                              w a t c h i n g?"

The criminal's step dance backward like a Spinda's teeter; "— I'll let you have the ring, if you chase her down."

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You're a leviathan; he's a clark | this family is not a chimera — Archer

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She watches as he treads into her room – a little wary and tentative at first, but it's a kind of nonchalance that sets in soon after even with his frame upright and rigid against her plush pink beds; and the contrast was as stark as it was different – his locks cool against the warmness of pink. 

                                                       Is he really my brother? 

It's been so many years that Corinne reckons that she could hardly remember a time in her life when the familiar stranger wasn't there; was she four(?) when he joined their little family and made it a little more whole? Perhaps— 

                                                       Are you my new brother? 

Those were the words she had first spoken to him when the slightly older child had been introduced by the fosterers that took him in temporarily. And she remembers her parents nudging her forward to him (admittedly indulgently – like parents admonishing their child to be friendly; to be responsible for helping the other fit in a little more comfortably— but it was never to any avail. He was always far away and out of reach, like a kid who was always more mature that his age granted; just so... i n a c c e s s i b l e—) With that thought stagnating, Corinne pauses with her fingers dangling idly over the sniffling Azurill while her sight fixated numbly and absently on Archer's face as though his words had materialized into physical copy over his cheekbones and lips and nose. 

Which it didn't, instead prompting her to look stupid and square as she shook her head lightly to the question.

"No, thank you; maybe some extra lined paper if it's convenient for her to be at the bookstore, if not I'll purchase them tomorrow in the school shops instead." 

Her eyes cast to the ground quickly as soon as eye-contact is regained, a heat rushing to her face while she scruffs her feet into the thick carpeting and holds the pokémon considerably tighter to her chest in reflex, halfway hoping that her words haven't prompted him to look over to her desk full of balled up waste papers and his name written on the bulk of them—

"Is there anything else you'd require of me?"

Oh, she interrupts her thoughts with a punctuated pause, bending to release the Azurill from her grasp before continuing with her tentative thoughts; an attempt at small talk (maybe) with a high chance of earning a condescending duh instead;

"—!

I heard my classmates mentioning that this gaming website is having a pre-sale on past game titles – have you checked those out? I thought you might be interested; maybe we could play a game together sometime."

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call me the devil with gucci, cuz only unova wears prada; Corinne

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Ryohei wasn’t even truly sure as to why he was saying and doing the things that he was. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought himself to be absolutely crazy at this point to even be stopping a younger girl from going home. He didn’t even want to come to Unova to begin with, having been tricked into everything up until now. This particular decision, however, was not one he was tricked into, it was one he had come up with all on his own. Which only made the situation that much more confusing for the super nerd.

The moment he had made a comment towards Corinne about riding the Ferris Wheel, he couldn’t help but notice the younger girl gaping at him, unable to respond. Perhaps it was merely because he saw just how badly she wanted to hop on the contraption, revel in its works, see from its heights that had made him actually give in. Or perhaps it was because he knew the feeling of being held back from some kind of childish desire due to the rules that bound him to the two individuals that were known as parents. Maybe that childish innocence that Corinne so visibly possessed both irked him and fascinated him. It was an innocence he once held and the moment his parents’ snatched it away from him, it was something he could no longer retrieve. Whatever the case was, Ryo just knew that he had just allowed a complete stranger to get to him. He began to wonder how that was even possible, his gaze trailing towards the Ninetales which was giving him an amused expression from his actions.

He glanced over at Corinne who appeared to be just as confused as he was in this entire matter. He couldn’t exactly blame her for that, after all, strangers rarely if not ever, went out of their way to do things for another stranger’s benefit. Shoujo, however, seemed to have encouraged the girl the moment she had pushed her towards the Ferris Wheel. Ryo observed as the Lolita Magical Girl’s eyes lit up in complete fascination at the mere sight of the attraction, her arms eagerly reaching towards it as if wanting to hold it in her grasp. Shoujo nudged her trainer’s leg, her tails steadily wrapping themselves around his legs in an affectionate manner. Looking at his Ninetales, Ryo rolled his eyes at Shoujo before nudging her playfully back.

"Is it really that amazing?" he voiced in a blunt manner, staring at the big wheel that stood before him. He supposed it was better to ride this than a roller coaster.

The moment her revel and awe over the attraction ended, Ryo felt tiny hands grab his own and begin pulling him towards the Ferris Wheel in eager longing. He suddenly felt as though this reality girl thing was a little different from his typical 2D girl dating SIM interaction. A kind of giddy, utter joy was clearly evident in the girl’s actions and present nature as she began to converse with him once again. Her tone rapid, excited and jubilant, her gestures childish and almost silly as she entwined her hands with his and rocked on her heels.

"You’re definitely a Magical Lolita type. Are you gonna turn into some fluffy bunny rabbit out of pure delight from all this?" Ryohei told her, raising an eyebrow before letting out a sigh, holding her steady to make sure she didn’t fall to the ground. "Of all people, Shoujo. Really?" he was looking at the Ninetales who simply let out a cheery recital of her name as her many tails gracefully encircled her.

"Hey hey hey. Huge planes with gaming devices and wide screen tvs are not geeky" he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "They are cool" he finished, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. He may have stashed a tv and some gaming consoles on his family’s plane, but that was not the point of the conversation. "And of course it’s a whole plane! If it weren’t it would still be a blueprint."

He was already feeling exhausted from Corinne’s boundless energy and they hadn’t even gotten on the Ferris Wheel yet. As the Lolita blonde knelt down to Shoujo the Ninetales immediately greeted her with a hug and nuzzle of her cheek. Ryo placed a hand over his face. Women. Kiddie women. His thoughts were soon rattled when Corinne made an exclaim, her finger pointing towards the revolving wheel. He said it once, he said it many times again, this girl was the real life version of some Magical Girl persona being in Lolita appearance.

"Yes yes the steed awaits. Hurry yourself Loli Magica." he said in a deadpan tone of voice as he pointed towards the entrance to board the Ferris Wheel.

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She laughs – a kind of sound that wasn’t like the typical string-of-bells little girls usually had. It was a kind of youthful jubilation and hearty bellowing that mixed into a molotov explosion – sounding a little more like the dull thonking of a Gogoat’s cowbell at this point, really.

"A whole plane, Ryohei!" Corinne exclaims as her pigtails danced with the movement of which she made toward the air-conditioned entrance of the attraction; euphoric and quixotic, her feet pointed and poised like a ballerina’s to which she stops – en pointe – before the automated doors and turns to face the older male as he approached with his pokémon. It had felt so good to finally have this dream tangible before her, and she presses her digits against the cool panels of the the window in wonderment—

                                               it’s beckoning her. —

The first step into the waiting area, and already she’s floored by the various languages of which announcements were made. Every where she turned, there would be visitors of all walks and colors; ethnicities and exotics of whom she would have loved to stop and befriend. A smaller child runs past her and collides promptly into the back of a Kanto man’s leg, a stifling sob escaping while the gentleman simply watched with a finger to his chin, wondering what had just happened. 

                                                               什么？he says, and Corinne simply shrugs and wanders off quickly to the bulletin board that had held up the photographs of many, many happy faces. 

It’s a little curious though – how most people in those pictures looked so alike; like families, or lovers; a certain closeness inexplicable that had been captured by the in-cabin cameras. Glancing briefly around for the head of brunette hair, she considers – that maybe their shots would never look as natural as these;

not friends, even. Barely acquaintances. 

"Hey Ryohei—" she beckons to the male as the ticketing queue takes another step forward (the movement like mechanics, a single step; a stagnant pause). "You’ve been here before haven’t you – Unova I mean; have you ever been on the Ferris Wheel then?" Another step; it’s closer now – she could almost hear the kindly voices of the ticketing woman. 

                                                            Tickets for two please;

                                                             all around the voices echo in                                                                  pleasantness— mixing in with                                                                   keyboard clicking; stubs tearing.

“You seem like the kind who would have impromptu family trips just because you can, y’know. I’m actually really envious that you’ve got that luxury.”

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Character Development Handwriting Meme

For developing both your muse and the way your muse writes. This was all rustinspencercohle's idea.

WRITE...

1. Your full name. 2. Your name in all caps. 3. Your signature. 4. Your current mood. 5. Your favourite quote. 6. Your favourite season. 7. Your favourite colour. 8. Your favourite word. 9. A 5-item shopping list. 10. A headcanon.

FIND...

1. The nearest book. Open it to a random page. Write the first sentence you see. 2. An object. Draw it without looking at the drawing until you’re done. 3. Something you said aloud that you wish you hadn’t said. Write it down. 4. Your greatest fear. Write why you fear it. 5. The closest person (physically or emotionally) to you. Describe them.

BONUS

1. Write an acrostic poem of your (full) name. 2. Write your favourite song lyric. 3. Draw a shape. 4. Draw a house. 5. Write anything you want.

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As she chased the dream; she wakes up on the other side, forlorn— Older/Trafficking!AU

Don't chase the white rabbit— is something made popular in culture by Lewis Carrol's fictional work: Alice in Wonderland. The term has since been up for debate on its true meaning, and whilst some people cited the analogy to be someone doing a drug (commonly cocaine or other LSDs), some have linked it to attaining enlightenment, and even in spin-offs around the tale, some connect it with protagonist himself hoping to reconcile with his father and thus chasing an impenetrable dream among others—

It has always been elusive, just like she was; this young girl who had beheld the entire world within her grasp when she was a child – full of naivete and passion and thinking back now it was an enviable trait. How euphoric she was earlier, shrouded in the facade of fairy-tales and happy-ending perfections.

This is real life, my name is not [redacted].  —

Corinne is much older now, and to an extent more jaded and "normal" than she had been in the years that passed. Gone were the days of simple pleasure ambling around town and befriending passer-bys and pokémon, and wasteful were the days spent in idyllic splendor for now she had to pay for all of these transgressions that he parents had committed against the triads of Lumiose.

To borrow; to gamble with things that are not yours. Has materialism gone too far?

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Her boss-man isn't exactly a bad person.

But of course like any other biker-boss kind of guy, he had his rough edges and times where temper would get the best of him. A cue-ball was what other people referred to him as, alongside the moniker Mad Hatter that had been his street name all the years. The fairy-tale girl had heard of his infamy (once) when she was just a wee toddler, but never in years would she imagine that he would eventually end up using her as a payment pawn – held ransom for a sum of money from parents who would never return for her.

Alice— was what he named her,  and pet was what she was to him (affectionate) in all the seemingly-wrong ways—

                                                               but he's a good man, I swear!

The Judge wouldn't listen to her, of course (one would assume those under the Mad Hatter's care would speak up for him, after all). On two counts of murder, three of felony and prostitution, her fists clench as she resisted the urge to hit the table of the adjourned court – he's innocent! but her words fall on deaf ears as the gavel resounds in the empty court. 

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                                                          So what do I do now, Mad Hatter? 

She stumbles out of the court and the sunlight that shines overhead feels like a mockery of the somber she had felt. Felony – maybe; but not murder and not pimping. (Someone set you up—) Again, Corinne felt the desperation pull hard at her heart before it redirects itself as frustration meted out against a wall, narrowly missing a passer-by that had just managed to dodge the twenty year-old's angry blow— 

Everything was wrong. 

I need a lawyer.

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