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18+ 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 "𝕤𝕚𝕤, " '𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

[midnight-mama]

Independent multiverse blog for THE BOYS. Most muse on this blog are OCs. This blog is centered around SEASON 3 of the Boys unless otherwise stated. This blog will contain triggering things and crude humor. MDNI. This blog is 18+ and the mun is 26+. My DMs are always open for chats and plotting. All NSFW will be tagged and hidden undercut.

MUSES: Mystic Moon(A.Richards), A-Train(R.Franklin), HighJack(C. Romano), Starbreaker(L.Richards)

BLOGS I RUN: @darlingbxtch

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[midnight-mama]

Imma go (lovingly) bother my Mutuals today😌

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"CUT!" The scream of a director slightly echoed around set and it caused everyone to let out a sigh of relief. This was maybe....the 15th or 19th take of the day. The speedster had long since lost track. The man had been up since before the sun rose and honestly....it was a miracle he could still act flawlessly. He didn't sleep well the night before....too many things on his mind. Guilt mostly. Nathan couldn't walk anymore...it was his fault. Charlotte wasn't around to comfort him anymore...it was his fault.

His heart issues where only getting worse too. He couldn't really run anymore and guess what? Still his fucking fault. It just felt like no matter what Reggie did....he fucked it up. He sent himself back to square one or made shit worse. He couldn't even hide in a vice anymore! He was stuck with himself.

Reggie sighed as the director screamed from the other side of the set. Something about the bratty teenager they got to be in this commercial with him. The kid fucked up again or something. A-train didn't fully believe it was this teen's fault but he also didn't care that much. "Everyone take five!" The set director called out. A-train groaned and rolled his eyes, walking off set. "Why the fuck is it so hard to record five minutes?!" He grumbled.

@indiestarter

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One thing for certain, two things for sure....Alya Richards never really liked being in Vought Tower. It didn't matter that she lived there. It didn't matter that she spent most of her adult life there. It didn’t matter that she got special privileges that most supes could only dream of. Vought Tower was like....a luxurious cage. Every moment she was there, she was on the clock. Just waiting on standby for someone to shout a bunch of orders at her. What use is the fame and the privilege when she is reduced to a hit man on a good day and a pretty doll on a bad one? When she lacks basic autonomy and has to drop any and every for a company that doesn't care if she lives or dies?

It's so pathetic. She's pathetic. Being here reminds her of that.

But Maybe...maybe she could....catch a break today? Papa Stan hasn't called her in and Ashley hasn't come looking either. She is praying that they all forgot she existed. She could take advantage of that? Maybe go visit Noir? Alya loved Noir. Or she could go showing for clothes she would actually wear? Hell, she would be happy with a simple trip go the park with her pet dog. Anything to just....slow down.

The brown skinned woman sighed and stepped into the bathroom, scrunching up her nose when she saw a few of the lower ranked Supes walk out. Both men. She will never understand why Vought made so many of their Supe bathrooms Co-ed? It just....it's gross. She hates it but she didn't wanna go to the Women's bathroom downstairs. She shook her head and walked up to the sink, pulling out her lipstick and cellphone from her suit pocket.

She had about 20 unread messages.....there goes that. The idea of freedom was fun while it lasted.....

@indiestarter

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Honestly I kinda wanna come back to this blog? My Ocs have changed a lot since I left and I honestly miss writing on here

[midnight-mama]

Guess who broke their main laptop?

Me.....

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Muse: December || Open to: Anyone || Starter tag: @indiestarter || Plot: Dec is having a pretty low-energy day. It seems like all the Ghosts are at peace for once and it's throwing her off.

 "Figures...." The woman muttered under her breath as she looked down at the people below. “The one time I actually want trouble, the city’s quiet.”

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Muse: Abigail O'Hara || Open to: Anyone || Starter tag: @indiestarter || Plot: Abigail is having a horrible day and everything seems to be set against her. She really doesn't want to talk but someone had other plans.

 She sighs softly as she lands on the roof of her house. She pulls her mask off and stares out at the sunset, knowing she isn't alone anymore. "I know you're there....Just....Leave me alone."

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Muse: Alya Richards || Open to: Anyone || Starter tag: @indiestarter || Plot: Alya's stuck on a PR tour and she hates it. YM has to force them both through the whole thing.

 She let out a sharp breath through her nose as she tapped her nails on the arm of her chair. She didn't want to be here. What even is the point of this whole tour? Promote a movie they were gonna cancel anyways? "This is so fucking stupid...." She huffed and her eyes flicked toward the door as if she half-expected someone to walk in and drag her onstage. To her credit, she was right, the door opened, and someone waited for her on the other side.

"Here to drag me to hell or on stage? I would rather, Hell."

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Muse: Clark Kent<Tester> || Open to: Anyone || Starter tag: @indiestarter || Plot: YM is suddenly really interested in the fact that Clark refuses to swear. No matter what happens he just won't. So they set out on the mission to get Clark to crack at least once.

 "Ughh! It's not even that....that freaking serious! I just feel gross cussing like you guys do! I've been like this since you've known me....Why are you mentioning it now??" Clark huffed and fixed his glasses. The poor man was flustered.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp!

Bucky sits back against the wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. Its eyes clench shut as he desperately tries to fight off its old programming. It’s been activating a lot recently.

It fights to keep his breathing even as [return to extraction point] flashes in his mind over and over. He’s too lost in thought to hear the door opening.

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"Heeeeey Buddy? I'm cooking dinner! You want something? I have a bunch of shit in the kitchen." O normally left Bucky alone. Kinda like....a stray cat that you wanted to get comfortable. He let Bucky come around him whenever he was ready. More peaceful that way....definitely when you consider all the magic and work she does.

The man pauses and really takes in the state that Bucky was in. His breath hitched and he walked up slowly. "Bucky? You....good?"

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Muse: Reggie Franklin(A-Train) || Open to: Anyone || Starter tag: @indiestarter || Plot: A-train fucked up again and he's not really sure how to fix it. On the bright side, Homelander hasn't had the chance to figure it out yet so....He's trying to lay low for a bit.

 Reggie ducked into a dimly lit corridor and pressed his back against the wall, making himself as small as possible. His chest heaved out of pure panic and he was trying to calm his nerves. He was close to it but the sound of someone stepping closer almost made him jump out of his skin.

"FUCK! Fuck.....Y-yo. Um.....you didn’t see me, alright? You. Did. Not. See. Me."

[midnight-mama]

So I just finished Superman(2025) and realized that I'm a Clex girlie married to a Superbat boy. Which is hilarious as hell to me🤣

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I've finally finished all my Open Starters and cleared out my DMs🥲😮‍💨 Anywaysssss since its the weekend I have more time to just exist:

Meme Call

Like this and I'll send a few memes to your inbox♡

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Imma work on Open Starts and Toss em in my Queue today.

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The witch had only been half paying attention to whatever Miguel was rambling about. She was more focused on whatever she was reading in that dusty old book of hers. "Tail?" She finished for him with a raised eyebrow. "You know you get used to it. They used to breathe down my neck, too. Ya just gotta learn how to make them chase the wrong shadow.....or out run em. That works too."

@iobartach

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"Huhhhh?" Miles looked at the older man with pure confusion. Sure they didn't really....agree on....anything. But he wasn't sure why Miguel was acting like he was plotting on his downfall or something. "I....umm thought you might be hungry? I never see you like....eat anything, man." The kid had held out a plastic container like it was a peace offering, giving Miguel an awkward grin. 

@iobartach