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I track my URL so use that to tag me in anything. I adore random things in my tag, random messages on IM and in my ask, random replies to anything I've set. You never have to be shy around me because I'm trash tbh.
Characters I am not fully open to interaction with.
The fact I need to put this in bugs me because I don’t want to seem like an asshole over this. There are some characters I feel very...scared to interact with. And that is solely my issue. It really is, because usually it’s my insecurities. That’s for some characters that might end up on this list anyway. It’s not going to be a big list but any characters on here will be ones I won’t be open to interactions with. I am happy to follow them but interactions would require some talk first.
The mun is a ship whore. I have a crackship armada, my ships needn’t even canonically meet. I still ship them. So, I probably already ship it if you do. I do not, however, force a ship on anyone. I do ship sparia, BROTP AND OTP, team sparia forever but I will never automatically ship with any Spencer muses. I believe chemistry comes first and if we don’t feel it between them in a thread then I will not personally ship it.
When it comes to smut, I am legal within the UK which is where I live. I am 16, nearly 17, but while I am fine answering slightly NSFW asks (such as the yes or no kink meme), I doubt there shall be smut here for a mighty long time unless we're both legal in each others countries and we have talked about it a lot. Smuts just sex, I don't find it or not doing it a big deal, fade to black is awesome.
Following
I am both selective and private. This means I will only RP with mutuals and even then may be selective. It's just something for my mental health and to help me manage my time better. I have a great many trash blogs so I need to spread my time.
I reserve my right to unfollow at any time but I'm happy to provide a why. I do not follow personal blogs unless I know the person well or they post stuff I really like.
Icons
Examples of my icons;

No icons seen on this blog are up for public use. I now use my own PSDs for my icons and put a lot of work in. If you need icons then let me know and I’m happy to make them.
Replies
I am a slow replier, I have more quite a few blogs that need my attention as well as my schoolwork. Some days will be higher activity than others.
If I haven’t replied within 3 days then please please please give me a nudge before it falls into the dark abyss of scary drafts.
I’m happy with lot’s of threads between the same muses.
Formatting
I do format my IC posts, I just really like it. But you never have to match it. I do it for me because I feel all nice when it looks nice.
Plotting
I tend to find plotting easier when we have done at least 1 interaction, euther muns or muses because knowing you makes it easy too. I find it hard to think of stuff when our muses haven’t interacted. I don’t know how they react to each other or anything. Not that I’m adverse to plotting without previous interactions..
AUs and Crossovers.
I do love both even if I find it really difficult depending on fandom. But we can discuss and create.
Memes, Prompt’s and Drabbles.
Meme whore here, I have a problem and it is reblogging memes. If you want to send one then do, if you don’t then don’t. If you want to turn a meme into a thread then just make a seperate post with the thread, or if I sent the meme then I'll make it. I love writing prompts and drabbles.
If you have read this then can you please send me “That was terrifying, but awesome” to prove it. I know some people get nervous so if that’s the case you don't have too, it's just really nice if you can.
The mun
I'm Kita, literally call me that or trouble or Nik or Cone head or boob (long story), literally whatever you want because legit, not even my teachers calls me Nikita. I am a panromantic Bisexual, 16 and I live in the rainy ol' place of Wales wherein drunk women bite off chunks of cars and I somehow have never seen doctor who filming in my entire life even though they film a lot of it where I live. Ocassionally I may have a drink and drunk post which may be really bad. Sometimes I may be salty af and rant more than once. But otherwise I'm (probably) a sweetie.
I was on the Red Line going to Braintree, when the train stopped in the tunnel between the stations. The power went off and it was dark. No, not dark, it was black. And I was back in every box and every dark tight space that A every put me in and I couldn’t breath. Then I heard a girl crying. Good, I thought someone else is scared out of their mind. Then the power came back on and every single person on that train was staring at me, because I was the girl that was crying.
V; I’m a good girl. I am!

One of the most popular girls in school, walking in the shadow of the perfect Alison Dilaurentis. A girl with the perfect smile and a golden halo of hair-- all hiding a selfish leader with her pack of girls. Ready to blind anyone who crossed her. A perfect family life, from the outside, but dirty secrets are hidden in alleyways-- affairs with students and blinding anger. It all changes as fast as a lighting strike, and just as shocking, the queen has disappeared and you’re left without a pack.
Arc; Found another victim but no one’s gonna find.
A change. That’s what you need-- you don’t, but your parents certainly believe so. You move away, to Iceland. But you’re still lost, there’s no leader to follow and you know your fathers dirty secret while you still hide your own. You wash out the pink streaks from your hair and move forward, you find yourself at parties you’re too young for and even get a boyfriend. A new friendship group. Maybe you went too far, you think, when you wake up with a ring on your finger and the marriage papers freshly signed. You cancel it quickly and, thankfully, you’re soon on your way back to the town you always wished to leave. An entire year later. But at least now you have your own identity.
Arc; I am criticized but all your bullet’s ricochet.
A bodies been found, despite your hope that she’s still alive. A body found and buried, one of your dirtiest secrets back and the same man you’re falling for is your teacher. Your own dirty secrets are forming and
refusing to stay hidden because of a mystery face behind a simple letter A. You have a suspect and you’re sure it’s him but the hunt is dangerous for both your secrets and your life.
Arc; The queen is dead.
You were wrong. Both about the killer and the letter. There’s someone else, watching out for you. Isn’t ready to die, is ready to kill. But you’re closing in on them, following all the right clues. Your parents know now, and you fight to keep it going. You finally find A, and really, you can’t be too angry. You never liked Mona anyway, did you? Not that you wish her state on anyone. Maya’s been killed, Emily is struggling and you have an internship doing what you love. But it’s keeping you busy and you have so much to do. No relaxing this summer.
Arc; It’s over. It’s over and A is gone (But why am I still so scared)
It was all over, it had been 2 years since that day. 2 years exactly, an A free summer. Everything is going well now, everything is good. Except it’s not. Not even a little. Nightmares plague you still, a cop still on your backs and someone is trying to keep the game going. Everything is spiralling and you can’t do anything to stop it. Not for a second-- you are useless (How points for the word slut?), mum is gone and in a way you feel alone. And maybe Ali is still alive.
Arc; Gonna burn burn burn.
She’s alive, Ali is alive and you need to help her. The queen isn’t as dead as you thought, and A is upping the stakes yet again. Spencer’s spiralling again and you want to help your friend but something is changing with Ezra too. Everything’s changing and you’re still looking for Ali through it all. You’re all turning on each other. No-- Ezra’s already turned on you and something in you dies with shame, humiliation and betrayal. It hurts. But you push on as always, head held high, to save your friend.
Arc; All hail the Queen.
You killed someone. It’s your fault she’s dead and guilt is all you can see. So much so that you find yourself back in the betrayers arms, believing he won’t hurt you again and believing you know what you’re doing. But you also believed Ali might be A and you were wrong then. It all just backfired on you. Mona dead, Hanna in prison, Ali in prison. You’re all blamed, and it’s what A wanted. To take you all to the dollhouse.
Arc; Damaged at best. I am falling apart (I’m holding on)
The Dollhouse. It’s fitting. You’re just dolls here. There’s no arguments about that, forced to play games and A even sneaks into your room and cuts your hair. Just a minor punishment for misbehavior. Mona’s alive too but you don’t see her anymore and how long can this hell go on for?
Arc; Not you’re doll (You’re my doll bitch)
You escaped. Made it out of the dollhouse, saved Mona, back into the real world. It isn’t Andrew, no matter how much you wished it was so simple. So easy. But it isn’t. You have to hunt down leads, all the while feeling like you’re drowning with everything you can’t say. And you find her. You find A, A who had been so close once. Whose life you tried to save. But you understand her now, just a little. You will never forgive though.
Arc; I want a nice big wall between before and after.
You do a summer internship up in California but it isn’t quite right anymore, you go to college and you enjoy life. You keep in contact with the girls (It’s not the same) and you even find yourself enjoying life for the first time in a long time. You become a publisher, get engaged, and leave Rosewood and your first love far behind you.
Arc; I grew up (Just lie for Ali one more time)
V; I’m not your cornerstone [Post 4x21 AU]

You promise Riley you’ll stop and move on, you go home just like him. He’s gone but the feeling you had with him? The feeling of being free is an addiction you can’t just give up (Just like Ezra) and so you don’t. You spiral like you had in Iceland; it’s so much easier too. You know how to hide your reckless and dangerous behaviour. You don’t want to piece yourself together, don’t want to be fixed or helped.
V; I’m older now. I’m smarter (I work alone) [For non specific crossovers]

Publishing isn’t enough for you and you never want to share your writing. Especially not the fantasy worlds that travel back to a time you want to forget. But journalism? The facts aren’t relevant to you, they’re not personal. You get to travel, experience new places, hunt down exciting new stories without the past touching you.
V; A much weirder world [Marvel]

The head of design at Stark Industries. A nice title and a good paying job, not one you would have once chosen for yourself but you get to use your creativity and you’re given a lot of leash to do what you want, to enjoy your passions. You get a nice little apartment, and sure your boss is a billionaire in a metal suit and aliens occasionally invade and it never shuts up but the people are interesting.
Alternately;

You keep taking self defence and Caleb keeps teaching you how to hack, you enjoy both enough to excel at them. There’s a big wide world outside of Rosewood and you make connections, get contacts. Not all of whom you would of even talked to once. And at 20 you’re made an offer to join an organisation-- HYDRA. You’re no one big, you’re a foot soldier. You're barely more than a foot soldier but you’re good enough not to be at the top of the expendable list. (There’s more blood on your hands than you can stand but you’re gut no longer churns when you scrape it from under your nails.)
Arcs;
Arc (Stark industries); A New York state of mind (Not everything you hoped)
Arc (HYDRA); What’s the phrase again? Hail Hydra? (This isn’t your happy ending)
V; Miss Aria you are a killer. Not Ezra’s wife. [Gotham verse]

You’re pushed too far, too fast. You’re tempers always been bad, always been dangerous but never had you actually hurt someone. Until you do. You hurt one of your best friends and you just don’t stop-- you are a broken doll. Dangerous sharp edges and too fragile to play with. You’re taken away from Rosewood and checked into Arkham, they wait for you to get better even as month after month passes. You don’t stop being dangerous for a second.How can you get better away from everyone you care for? You just get worse.
V; Heroes aren’t what they used to be anymore (Sometimes the villains win)

You take over the game when Mona’s gone. The rush is too much and you just can’t stop. A is for Aria.

You make the driver stop as soon as you’re sure Ezra won’t see. Charlotte’s already running around Rosewood in the dark, hiding in the shadows. It’s not fair—why should she get that freedom when they were scared to for years after what she did to you?
You just want to scare her, when you go in the church. She forced it open, she wasn’t up to any good, it was justified. You want to scare her away, make sure she’ll never hurt any of you again or even go near you. But then you’re shouting and your eyes burn with tears of every time you pleaded with her not to and she’s grabbed you.
You don’t register the fact she’s trying to defend herself from you, adrenaline floods your system and all your body registers is that those are the same hands that cut your hair off while you slept, that nailed you to a wall.
It’s too late when you come back to your senses. Her necks broken and you don’t know what to do except cover it up. You can’t drag the girls into this, not your friends. The guilt gnaws at your insides making you feel dirty as you clean up the crime scene as fast as you can to cover yourself.
No one can find out. Find out that you killed her. You need to keep covering your tracks while someone’s watching over your shoulder.