Utterly Mysterious

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Shout-out to my fellow Fandom Olds who lived through Strikethrough/Boldthrough on LJ and knew this day would eventually come here on Tumblr.com also

Especial shout-out to the heroes at AO3 who designed their whole operation knowing that every other platform fandom used would pull this bullshit sooner or later

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RIP Stan Lee

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Uhh.. summer, adulting, and being a family man have combined into a deadly trifecta that leave me no free time. I can’t honestly be that upset about it because good things are happening behind the scenes but damn, I miss tumblring so. much. I want to make a return to Chuck and Angie ASAP but I honestly don’t know how soon that’ll happen. I am so so sorry to everyone I’ve left hanging. It wasn’t intentional and I hope you guys can forgive me. I am at the very least going to try and get better at answering IMs and updating y’all on my status.

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Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

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More & More! Headcanons

Send some symbols to hear about more in-depth about my muse(s)!

World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

People ✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them? 👊: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight? 💞: What was their first love like? 💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen? 💍: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so? 💛: Have they have sex? If not, are there any personal reasons why?

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Missing my Mr. Robot verses. I think I’m dusting off those ancient drafts first, but also gonna throw out a couple of memes, in case anyone prefers short inbox-y stuff.

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Reblog if you'd kiss werewolves👀💋💋

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xindomitam-archive:

I want to RP real shit in a ship. I want the fights, the tears, the late nights with pillowtalk, the dumb discussion and small intimate moments, the duties and the nights ordering food because they’re too lazy to cook anything. i want disagreements and fooling around, being silly. i want the trips to places, to an amusement park, to a boring art museum one of them wanted to go, to the mall, roadtrips, lazy mornings and early, hurried mornings. little scares, silly texting when they’re apart, whining about things to eachother, night cuddles and nights where they don’t even touch because of a disagreement. I want the cute nights in, and the nights out. I want to see the pairing grow, I want it to take time and be complex, i want it to be factible, and not a fairytale. I want the good and the bad that comes with a relationship.

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schxbetta:

Peter fails to hold onto the laugh that has been begging to escape him; good on his knees? A nice Catholic boy like him?! Just what was she implying?! He fakes a little outrage with a pair of raised brows and a shake of his head. If this were back home - if he were with the boys - his cheeks would be red by now, Christ, they’d have ripped him apart for that comment. But with her and in the company of jest and night life, her humour doesn’t bother him at all. If anything, he takes it as a compliment. Such was the curse of inheriting his looks from his mother’s side; Peter was an undoubted pretty boy, who had been reminded of such a fact during every single family get-together since he was eighteen.

“Hold on” He responds, surprised “ay, I may be prettier than some o’the guys you got peddlin’ on this strip, but I’m much better lyin’ down than I am on my knees.” The gangster’s back and forth with her encourages another chuckle; he’s surprised he’s even, really getting involved in this. Hell, it’s almost childish banter but nothing can really beat it. Not when the night is slow; when the weather is warm enough to sit in during the dark and the smell of the street good enough to bask in. 

“Who knows, babe; by the look of it, maybe y’got a life in peddlin’ ass” Peter shakes his head; it was never a comment he could see himself saying to another human being, but there it was. The Italian shakes his head, he takes a drag of the cigarette before him before he turns to face her sharp features properly.

“So - my uh-” he smirks “new pimp; y’gotta name?” 

“You talk t’God laying down?” Her earlier joke having been based on prayer-- usually done on bent knees, Angie’s startled by his retort and it shows in her chuckle and changing expression. If theirs had been a more serious conversation she would have considered the fact that she’d thought and mentally spoken many a prayer skywards while laid up in bed. Not to mention all the mini-prayers hastily spoken while standing upright-- everything from begging God not to let the rice burn to all the petty and sometimes superstitious needs that made a Catholic-Lite like herself cross themselves and send up a hurried missive for some divine assistance. None of it is considered-- not at the moment, when they’re each keeping the other grinning and amused.

What he follows that comment up with is a thought she’s entertained before; working as a procurer instead of, or maybe in addition to, a sex worker. It’s the legalities and their consequences that leave that possibility in the realm of dreams instead of a reality she truly pursues. The kind of trouble she could get into someday if her client is ever the wrong one-- like an undercover cop, is the kind of thing she can handle. She’s not afraid of a rap sheet or tainted record, and since it’d be her first offense, Angie knows she’s not staring down too harsh a sentence. Procurers had it different though. Cops and judges liked busting them and trumping up the charges, patting themselves on the back all the while for cleaning the streets of smut. It doesn’t matter to them that working boys and girls can be so much better off working in a small network instead of on their own. If she was ever brought down for helping another girl book steady work she’d get locked up for so much longer than just for doing the work herself. Angie thinks of it all but keeps it to herself for the sake of the light mood, just shaking her head lightly in time with his joke.

“You oughta know better than me-- depends on who’s askin’. It’s Angie to you, and ‘I don’t know nothin’,’ to anybody else.” She gives him a beat to laugh in, or maybe crack wise again, before she’s turning the question right back around on him. “What about you, Altar Boy? What do the Fathers call you?”

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STOP  👏 POLICING  👏 BLOGS  👏 FROM  👏 WHAT   👏 THEY  👏 WRITE  👏 ON  👏 THEIR  👏 BLOGS.

do not like the content? unfollow. do not like the content appearing on your dash? blacklist and go on TUMBLR SAVIOR SETTINGS and unclick “show a notification when something is hidden” and presto! it’s gone. do not like the person’s url who rps the said content? do the advice suggested by backlisting and presto! gone again. do not like them appearing on mobile? go to your tumblr settings and you see the filtering?? add the person’s url or even the content and presto! gone again. don’t like the person with the content in general? block.

see all these options?? and yet you choose to send anon hate? are you children or adults? because all these options listed above is quite frankly a suitable way to deal with it. and guess what? it takes as much time and “”effort”” you put into sending hate on the person’s blog. 

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THIS IS A MULTI-PURPOSE POST!! 

Consider it part starter call and hit the heart if you’d like a starter from an Angie, any Angie. If you have a preference, verse-wise, timeline, etc, then dump that preference in either my asks or IMs. ♥ If we had/have something established that went on hiatus with me when graduation happened, and you don’t mind me picking it back up, then please please please leave some kind of comment here. It can be a word, a letter, an asterisk, anything. I just don’t want to make the mistake of trying to pick-up or revive something that anyone has dropped. I understand that my unannounced disappearance is to blame, and I take responsibility for that. Also, I apologize.

Lastly, if we need to catch up/chat for reasons other than the above, just give me a poke wherever and I shall be present. my sk^pe is TheTrueTrickster and my d!sco is The Emperor #7574. Both of those will be with me on my phone as I continue to run in and out for various reasons.

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THIS IS A MULTI-PURPOSE POST!! 

Consider it part starter call and hit the heart if you’d like a starter from an Angie, any Angie. If you have a preference, verse-wise, timeline, etc, then dump that preference in either my asks or IMs. ♥ If we had/have something established that went on hiatus with me when graduation happened, and you don’t mind me picking it back up, then please please please leave some kind of comment here. It can be a word, a letter, an asterisk, anything. I just don’t want to make the mistake of trying to pick-up or revive something that anyone has dropped. I understand that my unannounced disappearance is to blame, and I take responsibility for that. Also, I apologize.

Lastly, if we need to catch up/chat for reasons other than the above, just give me a poke wherever and I shall be present. my sk^pe is TheTrueTrickster and my d!sco is The Emperor #7574. Both of those will be with me on my phone as I continue to run in and out for various reasons.

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Heeeyyy, so it turns out I’m not dead. I’m really sorry for dipping out but I had to get the Spawn graduated and shit. What I spent on seeing him out of middle school makes me weep for high school, but that’s just parental life I suppose. Today is his last day, so I feel like technically I shouldn’t be saying anything about coming back, but summer shouldn’t be that intense. Lemme just run some errands, do some pokemonning, and I’ll properly dust off this blog and get back to the writing. I should be back and done by around 8pm EST, so if you wanna catch me on sk^pe, or d!sco, then would be a great time to do it! ♥

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Blog switch real quick!! I’m off to Chuck’s for a minute. If you don’t know his blog, my d!sco is The Emperor #7574 and my sk^pe is thetruetrickster. I’d link the blog, but some screening is necessary on account of content. ♥

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Am in dog house. May or may not have fake sneezed “bacon” at some cops. Don’t care. They were being assholes. >.>; Punky was not amused.

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;Modern Angelique Aesthetique.

You know you’ve made it to relationship status with Angie if she actually takes you home and lets you spend the night. You’re never going to catch her asleep in bed next to you-- never that, but it means plenty that you’ve been allowed in her personal sanctuary. However early you wake up, you’ll find that she’s been up before you, her paint looking fresh, mascara un-smudged, hair brushed and tamed into something loose but definitely styled. Given enough time, you’ll learn that this will never change. You never hear the alarm (she has to have one, doesn’t she?) that pulls her out of bed and towards her vanity; you simply adjust to waking in the mornings to the company of a put-together woman very attached to control over her appearance.

And if you wake up to the sounds of Elvis Crespo, Celia Cruz, or Oro Solido before nine a.m., then you know that it’s Saturday. Find Angie in the kitchen, sweeping and wiping and dancing as she does it. You know her to love J.Lo, Cardi B, and every other modern songstress that makes Latinx adjacent music, but cleaning on Saturdays means a throwback to the classics that she heard growing up-- the same songs she watched her mother clean their house to, long black hair wrapped up in a silk scarf before her hair appointment later in the day.

Angie isn’t usually a slave to routine, but Saturday mornings are strictly for this and this alone. It’s the day she skips breakfast in order to avoid it’s mess and fills up on coffee, cafe con leche, the bright red and yellow can of either Bustelo or Pilon sitting in her cabinets looking like they’ve been there since the beginning of time. When she offers you a cup you’ll find that it’s brewed strong but sweetened with condensed milk and the tiniest bit of sugar. Definitely a treat.

If it’s sunny out her windows are open, air conditioner running for the whole block like her father would have said, but it’s important to get some of that fresh air in despite the heat that follows it. She’ll spare a kiss for your cheek if you get close, or dance half a song with you if you can keep up better than her mop, but her attention won’t really be yours until much after 12 noon, when she’s done.