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hello there ! you have reached the informational directory of kat valentine. i'm half greek (& fluent so if you speak it, don't be shy!), an exhausted enby transmasc lesbian, & my adhd bounces more than a bumble. i am 30+ & tired pretty much almost all the time. no matter what time of day it is -- while you're reading this, i guarantee you i am tired. so let's get back to the rules & hit the ground running.☺ i ship the hell out of chemistry. if you can totally see a possibility for shipping? im me to plot! if you just want to ship? im me to plot! don't force-ship & we're cool.☺ this goes super hard for canon ships of any sort. i'm often not a fan of a canon pairing or a 'popular' one, & as such there are quite a few ships i don't automatically dig solely because they're canon. as long as no assumptions are made we're five by five, but don't be afraid to ask me first!☺ no one written here is canon compliant, & probably no one written here is straight, either.☺racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, ableism, intolerance of any kind will get your ass blocked immediately. just leave all your hate at the door. goes triple for anyone trying to excuse things like incest, pedophilia, etc. don't.☺ this is a mutuals only blog for my sanity. if you follow me & you want to write, odds are i definitely also want to write if i follow you back! --which i do pretty quick if i'm interested.☺ approaching me first with literally anything is better than hoping i might reach out first. i have adhd which i'm only just learning to navigate & i'm riddled with rejection sensitive dysphoria and executive dysfunction. which means i would love to talk to you, i just probably don't realize you want to talk to me, and so i tend to not approach. you can literally scream about anything in my inbox or my im's if we're mutuals. instant best friends is my favorite mode of communication.☺ DON'T FORGET THAT I LOVE YOU.☺ i was previously alighttwixttruthandintellect, butimalwaysalana, defenestratio, chosensecond, withconscience, itsnotpatsy, theyeardecembered, ironchosen & godblooded. if you know me from any of these blogs feel extra free to scream about it.☺i chronically drop threads & i am truly terrible at answering memes on time.☺ that said, the best way to write with me is to talk to me ooc. it makes it easier for me to prioritize if i realize you're particularly interested as i have 0 object permanence & the more i think about something the more likely i am to remember it exists -- but i have to be actively thinking about it first.☺ i deal with some serious depression as well as a tremendous anxiety disorder, so my activity is on a permanent slowatus/semi-hiatus (this doesn't mean shit tbh, it just means i'm not always up to penning the written word.)☺ please don't bug me for replies, etc. it's not cool.☺ however DO poke me if you're interested in our thread and i haven't replied. odds are i will literally reply right then.☺ALMOST DONE I SWEAR. THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME, SPORT.☺ legit, when i say 'it's not you, it's me' about being flaky in im's or any form of private speaking, i absolutely mean it. i usually have negative spoons. don't ever take it personally. it's never personal.☺ i love duplicates, variants, whatev. if you write any of my muses, come give me a hug.☺ this blog is HEAVILY packed with adult themes. everything will be tagged appropriately. discussions of mental illness are also very present, but again, tagged.☺ i need no triggers tagged. besides MICHELLE PFEIFFER. yes, i'm serious, i'm terrified of her.☺ discord available to mutuals. just ask.☺ new yorker, eastern standard time, from here on in i shoot without a script.☺ seriously. i love you. welcome to the party. have a seat, thanks for sticking around. kick back, relax, take your pick from the LIST BELOW.

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NAME: (Dr.) Alana Maria Stark.NICKNAME: man in a tin can, blinky, lanabug, the west's most beloved prince, stark, tin can.GENDER: genderfluid, predominately transmasc.SEXUALITY: bisexual, strong preference toward women.BLOOD TYPE: a+HEIGHT: 5'0"WEIGHT: fluctuates constantly. Never more than 130 lbs due to a diet of a handful of m&ms.BODY TYPE: mesomorph.MENTAL STATE: severe alcoholism, major depressive disorder, c-ptsd, drug (largely cocaine) addiction, autism (easily overstimulating), severe panic disorder, severe anxiety disorder, extremely addictive personality, chronic pain due to the arc reactor.PHYSICAL: 3 prosthetic limbs built with nanotechnology (left arm, right arm, right leg), heavily reduced vision in right eye, spinal fusion, numerous screws in pelvic region, artificial left hip, severe burn damage to right side of the body and face.NOTABLE SCARRING: bright scarlet metal melted and therefore grafted to right side of the face from temple to jawline; long zipper scar directly up the spine from brainstem to tailbone; round cigarette burn to the back of the neck; severe scarrification around the arc reactor leading to tissue being extremely damaged and discolored; chest, back, and backs of thighs/inner thighs in possession of blackish discoloration due to frostbite, thereby roughening the skin; innumerable keloid scars adorning torso.EYES: frost blue with a silvery afterthought.HAIR: deep black and greying in a shade of iron, always clipped up or wavy when loose, reaches just below nape of the neck., extremely thick.USUAL DRESS: casual is cropped band or superhero tees, booty shorts, white undershirts, denim jackets, doc martens, sloppy couture street-wear, red chuck taylor hi-tops; sleepwear is emporio armani boxer-briefs and a white undershirt; formal is a suit of every bright color and every garish pattern from burnt orange paisley to lavender plaid, wingtip loafers, always a three-piece, favoring loud colors; 'presentable' dress is almost always a blazer or a suit jacket, a t-shirt, and a pair of expensive loafers.

FAMILY:
PEGGY CARTER (BIOLOGICAL MOTHER/PRESUMED AUNT) (DECEASED)
HOWARD STARK (BIOLOGICAL FATHER) (DECEASED)
MARIA STARK (MOTHER (DECEASED)
PEPPER POTTS (WIFE) (ALIVE)
KARA POTTS-EL (ADOPTIVE CHILD) (ALIVE)
KAL POTTS-EL (ADOPTIVE CHILD) (ALIVE)
BRUCE WAYNE (ADOPTIVE BROTHER) (ALIVE)
JAMES 'RHODEY' RHODES (BEST FRIEND)(ALIVE)
PETER PARKER (ADOPTIVE BROTHER/SON) (ALIVE)
HARLEY KEENER (ADOPTIVE SON, ALIVE)HISTORY:Alana Stark was the product of a mistake. Not that she would know that until well into adulthood. Peggy Carter couldn't safely raise a child, but Howard had jumped at the chance to have an heir to call his own. A legacy was what he'd always wanted -- someone to carry on the family name, someone who he could teach, someone who he could be sure his brilliance would be safe with. And so Alana Maria Stark was born, and given over to Howard and his new wife, Maria. Maria Stark had always wanted a child, and she was incredible with her, downright maternal in a way Peggy often felt she couldn't possibly begin to bond. Maria seemed to take to it like a duck to water, and little Alana, who cried almost constantly, was silent and cooing in the scientist's arms. Peggy decided to keep a flat in New York, trying to be watchful of her 'new niece', living a life of espionage and puzzles on the weekends, until her old age when she was more consistently around.The days wore on and Alana grew into a quiet, withdrawn, sweet child, easily frightened by the world around her, swift to tears and swifter to hiding. Maria loved her child more than that world, and she'd do anything to keep her safe. Even if this meant keeping her safe from her own father. Howard became more and more displeased with Alana as the years went on, insistent that she was too weak to inherit anything and if she were ever to amount to deserve it she would have to toughen up and 'stop being a crybaby'. Alana Stark attended college in the fall, only 13 years old, and skipped high school entirely after having taken a number of college courses to pad out an entire semester and acing her way through several cumulative tests to prove it all. Alana wanted to make Howard proud, and Maria wanted to get her little one away from a man who was only stewing in ire and addiction each day. Her hands were tied, and the best choice Maria could make was to allow Alana out into the world with the express supervision of Aunt Peggy.University was as unfit for a teenager as living on their own was. It wasn't an infantile disposition -- no, the problem was that when left alone, Alana Stark plunged into an early depression brought on by an environment that isolated her completely. Surrounded by literal young adults in all her classes, Alana Stark was more than the odd-man-out -- she was the unwanted little kid everyone felt was undeserving, regardless of how visibly she struggled. Alana dragged her way through classes, taking on obscene workloads in an effort to feed the starving machine that was her father's insatiable requirement to have accomplishments he could show off. He felt that if he was to have a child who disgraced him, at least she was capable of touching on even a sliver of his genius. It didn't make up for it, to him, but it was something.Howard and Maria Stark were killed in a car accident, leaving their child orphaned on the cusp of her college graduation. Alana Stark was 16 years old.The future owner of Stark Industries disappeared, leaving the entire city of New York to question her absence. Earning doctorates in biomedical materials; infectious viruses; and engineering, Stark took her degrees and ran. She was left largely out of public sight due to being a minor who was also grieving the sudden death of both her parents. In the meantime, a 17 year old Alana Stark had stolen away to move across Europe, desperate to find some honest meaning in life. For a year she tried and tried, history now rich with experiences both horrific and marvelous. She found herself on the Tuscan Countryside, apprenticing under an old Italian woman who took her in and allowed her to work in her trattoria. There Alana Stark learned to cook, make pizza, and never wear a hat at the dinner table.A return to the states was followed closely by the burgeoning alcoholism Stark had been cultivating since the days of woefully underage college drinking. Her tendency had been to purchase several-thousand-dollar bottles of whatever liquor the student body felt inclined toward, desperate to fit in, more desperate to be liked. It had only strengthened as a maladaptive coping mechanism. Freshly 18 and bent on taking her birthright, the Futurist learned quickly that her opinion made no difference. She was brushed off by a board of old cis white men who wanted nothing more than to continue sucking all the money from Stark Industries they could. The wealth, after all, was endless.Years were spent in debauchery, coasting on drugs and alcohol and meaningless sex. Stark had built just the expected reputation -- the spoiled billionaire playboy front constructed entirely from the same fabric Howard had tailored his person suit. To become the most successful man in the room, after all, Alana had always been taught, one has to emulate the behavior of the most successful man they can think of -- and for Stark, this had always been her father. Howard's shadow loomed long and large, and it would not abate for some time.