#aka the leather jacket and the combat boots

[sassyduckqueen]

So this is Dark Luka's civilian design in the dark world.

I wanted it to reflect and mimic the Anatisverse Luka while still been different. As you can tell, I've got with a more emo/punk look for him, changing his hoodie for a leather jacket and adding more rips in his jeans. I chose a toxic green for his hair and gave him more pale skin. He has combat boots and a nose piercing. Unlike the good Luka, he doesn't wear a jagged stone shirt as he has a lot of angry towards his parents for abandoning him. Instead, I put a snake skeleton design on it. There's four reasons for this. The first reason is that its a reference to the snake miraculous. The second reason is because he is the host of Simme, who takes the form of a leviathan aka a sea serpent, the third reason is because the Supreme's symbol is a snake instead of a phoenix and finally because he is as deceptive as a snake in this universe. This is also why i drew out three expressions. This version of Luka is a manipulator and will use any technique to get what he wants regardless of if it's intimidation or a nice smile. He will play people and convince them to join him as both Luka or Brumus. Very few people see his true personality. I also made his guitar look more sharp and harsh

Brumus and Lady Ombre

#luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #anatis au #rise of anatis #tales of anatis and lady noire #tales of Brumus and Lady Ombre #Evil Luka #Evil Luka Couffaine #dark Luka Couffaine #Paris Parallel world #Brumusverse #Dark Luka #The Surpreme

[symphonic-scream]

I can't help it I'm giving y'all more of the heroes au

Makoto and Haru study at the same school! Makoto is a very studious law student, glasses, collared shirts and crew neck sweaters, the full nerdy look. Haru is a business major, appears to be all kindness and smiles, wearing bright colours and fluffy clothes

Queen is a total punk. Loud, follows her truth, doesn't back down. Her main suit is dark blue, based on her dad's old one from his time as a Prime Age hero (spandex, bleh). To modernize it and give it a spin more towards her tastes, she wears big, spiked combat boots, dark sliced up jeans, double studded belts, fingerless gloves, a choker, and of course, a leather jacket. Her mask is metal and the top is spiked upwards like a crown. Her jacket has a lesbian flag patch on the front, near the breast pocket! She's known for being a lady-killer during interviews

Noire is teasing smiles, flirty words laced with distraction, slipping past through the night. Her signature is the dark hat she wears with the indigo feather. At each scene she visited as a vigilante, a perfumed feather would be left behind. The light pink collared shirt, the tall purple gloves, her indigo slacks and maroon boots, they all scream musketeer. Her purple lipstick is another icon of her appearance, under the standard black domino mask she wears.

(Queen becomes accustomed to trying to wipe said lipstick off of herself before reuniting with her team)

Makoto and Sae have a stilted relationship. Sae blames the Iron Will power for their father's death, and resents Makoto for "choosing it over her, just like dad"

Haru has a hideout! It's an attic above the barely used arts building at the University. Since it's more of an academics based school, no one really spends too long there. The garden on the roof above the attic gave Haru the perfect excuse to visit, however

Okay some power notes for everyone

Joker has his Wildcard deck. It's a 52 card deck of 52 different powers! He received them from a higher spirit (Lavenza) who chose him to be her chosen hero, bestowing unto him her deck of powers and. A companion. [psst that's Morgana]. The deck resides in a pocket dimension unless he calls upon it, and with practice he's able to pull just one card rather than the deck, making it easier to just draw his random power

Ryuji was struck by lightning. Yup that's it. Now he's like a walking static charge! His hair stands on end from his natural charge, and now (with practice) he can hold back from shocking people randomly. He finds it best to use a metal bat to channel his power

Ann is rather hot (pun intended!), thanks to her flames. It's an inherited power, it skipped a generation. Her grandfather was a hero back in Europe! Her pigtails end in flames when her power is active, and she can form flames in her hands, though she's working on mastering control over the temperature and shit

Yusuke is from the 1800's, he was frozen and thawed in this age and he's. Still a bit odd. His body temperature is always lower, and the frost tends to crawl from his touch

Futaba can speak with machines, like when she touches them she "hears" what they're all about. That's all I have to say she's a nerd. Her mom had the same thing lmao

The Niijima Iron Will is, well, manifesting strong metal around themselves. Makoto tends to pull forth metal fisticuffs, aka brass knuckles, for punches and shit, though she can also bring up personal shields and minor bits of armour

And Haru!! She has the classic Psychic stuff. Telekinesis and all that. An unofficial power of hers is being really good at flustering miss Queen wink wink

TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS I WANT TO TALK ABOUT TJIS PLEASE

#persona 5 hero au #persona 5 au #makoharu #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #p5 joker #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa

[boxwinebaddie]

is fingerbang in rm?

oooooh...iiiiinteresting.

but i'm gonna say no. :/

i Wish i could put them in rm because that would be so iconic, but there's just too much crossover with the characters; i wouldn't know how to work it into the story with everything going on already.

however! i will raise you this:

so back in the stone ages when i used to run the BWB twitter, i came across a post that you might remember me retweeting/replying to a tweet with a picture of fingerbang kyle and regular stan in it.

at the top of the post, someone retweeted it saying something to the effect of 'ugh, i hate celebrity x fan plots, so boring lol' and maybe it's petty but that made me heeeellla overprotective and Viciously Angry bc that's the plot premise of my entire fanfic and i literally don't think it's boring at all??? yes, i'm insane.

that pissed me off, lmao.

but anyways i was looking at that picture of finger bang kyle and regular boy stan and was like...oh my god it's just rm in reverse???

so here's my pitch for the reverse remember au fic aka...

forget?

shdlkshdlkah

so i think that the plot premise or chapter one would hinge on the fact that it is shelley's birthday. and for shelley's birthday, she and her friend got two tickets to go see finger bang live and in concert, world famous boy band, like one direction, beatle-mania level famous.

buuuuuut her friend backs out at the last minute, so she's left with this extra ticket and that girl was her ride so she basically can't go.

let's leave that off to the side for a moment though, so i can tell you a little about what i think forget au stan marsh would be like...

who i think...

is an absolute fucking LOSER.

like i am talking major loner-stoner energies, has literally one friend and i think its butters who is also his roommate, never goes outside, literally just holes up in his room playing his guitar, writes a bunch of really dark edgelordy songs no one will ever hear — they are actually quite good, but again, sort of political and bleak and beat-poetic, is a serious music snob, like really really fucking annoying about music...might bring him working at vinyl tap back, but i also support city wok delivery boy stan, basically only goes outside to barely pay attention in class ( he's a music major at cu denver ), go to work so that he can buy more pizza, beer, video games and i think he's saving up for a really fancy guitar or to see shows which are his safe place.

i predict that he probably is still bleach blonde stan, i maintain that he can still be half mexican like ravenstan, could be really cute if he brushed his hair and stopped slouching, vegetarian, wears the same beanie from high school, rotates the same like four or five tee shirts which are all covered in stains, full of holes, etc. most of them are band shirts or 100% hemp tegridy farms work shirts from when he was working there in high school which he barely got through, btw, cs get degrees, probably wears the iconic stan leather jacket that is obnoxiously covered in pins, big baggy jeans, like, huge, and ofc, the stan marsh combat boots bc he's an midwest emo king.

i assume he has all the stan piercings, certainly the nose one...should i give him the ravenstan lip piercing for shits and gigs? some tattoos?

but yeah, i love him but he's pathetic. he has like zero social skills. he had one girlfriend and it was wendy and they broke up a million times because he kept accidentally fucking up by boyfailing too hard. bi but i don't think he really knows that. like i feel like he has some bi panic moments but he kind of just takes a shot and swallows those down and tries not to think about it so stan probably thinks he's straight.

interesting.

anyways! stan is gearing up to go to this gigantic metal festival that he's ben waiting for..Forever but then gets a call from his mom who is like "stanley marsh, it is your SISTER'S BIRTHDAY! you are driving her to this concert and that is final!" he complains soooooo much like shelley why are you fucking ruining my life to go see gay one direction????? holy shit???? i hate my life????

but the hotel room(s) are already paid for and stan has the tegridy farms family truck ( riley made me moderately obsessed with little beat up pick up truck farm boy stan i love him ) aka weed for speed aka mary jane ( she is stan's baby ) so he picks shelley up who tries to play finger bang the whole way there but stan is a snob and he is like i am driving i am picking the music, but shelley and him keep fightng and probably break the radio and they have to sit in silence hdlksah, the whole time shelley is going on and on and ON about finger bang and how obsessed she is specifically with kyle, who stan doesn't know much about other than the fact that he is little and ginger?

sigh we can have tall boyfail loser midwest emo weed farm skater boy stan and short cute fresh faced world famous popstar kyle as a treat, you are welcome to everyone, but mostly riley.

also because i gave jersey an accent, i mean, i don't think forget finger bang stan has a super strong accent but there's probably a little twang there just from being all the way out there in super hick nowheresville rural colorado, it kind of embarasses him so he doesn't talk much or very loudly at all, might have a slight stammer?

idk i love him he's a qt. <3

anyways they get there and it is PACKED!!!!! it is literally hell, stan is so overstimulated holy shit, like forget ( why am i calling it that like that is so fucking funny ) stan is so introverted, he is not vibing. also because it's all mostly screaming girls with signs and stuff, shelley is one of them, she is holding up this really obnoxious one that says 'DEFILE ME, KYLE' on it like gOOOOOOD.

he's in hell fr fr fr.

but it gets worse because right before they are about to get in, this group of rabid fans runs by and one of them knocks her red sugary drink all over stan and completely douses his shirt. he's ready to die. the hotel is too far away, so he has to go into the stadium store and buy something to wear but sigh...the only option...

is black tee-shirt with the words FINGERBANG ME <3 in a big pink glittery font...but sigh...*raven vc* at least it's black. he has no choice but to buy it rip the guitar fund.

he goes back in with shelley and the finger bang boys come out i think its cartman, kenny, kyle and wendy but...wendyl? might be kinda spicy if stan's ex-boyfriend was in fb, also bc that makes him confused about his sexuality...nina rm/fb trans rights, baby!

stan hates everything about their upbeat, capitalistic, commercialist vibe, all of it is really obnoxious bubble gum pop stuff meant to be peddled to teenage girls, its almost propaganda and makes stan sick.

which, speaking of, the songs are bad, but the singing, he's realizing, is actually quite good, particularly the singing done by the little ginger finger bang boy who shelley is obsessed with who...for some reason stan really cannot take his eyes off of. he also thinks he might be crazy but he swears they accidentally locked eyes a couple times, which meant stan had to take a swig of flask he stashed in his jacket.

but i'm gonna finish this post out with a bang or, rather, a finger bang if you will, because i think ala the virigin sacrifice schtick in rm, they probably single some audience members out...

shelley picks the extremely oppurtune moment before that happens to use the restroom and basically pawns her gigantic DEFILE ME KYLE SIGN off on him, so he's just holding this kyle sign and the FINGER BANG ME teeshirt so naturally, fingerbang kyle thinks he's a fan, gets really close to him, winks, steals his beanie, replaces it with his white, blingy, fluffy ushanka and says

"Hey Cutie,

Wanna Get Finger Banged?" <3 ;) xxx

LKHDSLKSHLKHSLKHD I CAN JUST SEE RURAL BOY MIDWEST EMO STAN HEAVY BREATHING HAVING A BI PANIC ATTACK LIKE OHHHH GOD OH GOD LITERALLY CANT SPEAK FEELS LIKE HES GONNA THROW UP FB!KYLE RIZZ IS WAY TOO STRONG HELP

anyways...Scene.

this was so funny to me. like obviously it's not a real thing or anything but it was interesting to imagine an alternative world where finger bang is the famous band and kyle is the big celebrity, not stan. i think maybe they're looking for a 5th member and butters joins the band??? also maybe style have some secret red string of fate tying them together that neither of them know abt?

live, laugh, fingerbang.

uncle nina, celebrity x fan enthusiast

#this was so funny to me i don't know what the hell this is #but it made me laugh so there #finger ban(d) supremacy baby! #this kind of thrilled me so u can ask me silly questions about the fake forget fingerband universe if you want #i am a little obsessed with lanky introverted mid west emo music snob music major rural colorado weed farm boy stan #and tiny bubblegum pop boy next door super cheeky flirty it boy golden boy kyle who probably has a lot of demons and #idk i get the feeling he's got some sort of secret addiction or really dark past...something i think fb stan can sense in his aura #do i give fb stan the stan-a-thesia #idk but he can tell that hes putting on some kind of act #something about maybe having wendy become wendyl #and end up in fingerbang just seems dramatic and interesting to me and really explores sexuality and gender identity #fb stan is repressed that whole fanfic by the way holy shit #i guess its enemies to lovers again #i love drama #i feel like butters is butters and not marjorine #but maybe also transitions through my fake fic #why do i kind of like midwest emo stans twang deep country backwoods colorado accent and his awkward stammer #kyles voice is beautiful by the way he also can do ballet <333 #he is very cute stan is sick all the time its so bad #OKAY IM DONE ARE WE OBSESSED #oh god what if i had finger bang order city wok #and stan deliver it oh my god #luv my fake fic #where is the prissy preppy rich boy kyle visits tegridy farms and has a paris hilton simple life moment and gets chased by the farm animals #and doesnt know how to milk cows or shuck corn or anything and stan driving the tractor and pitching bails of hay shirtless #that is the content i want to see

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 26 Part 2

(Ch. 26.1) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: With the Gestapo on high alert and a bounty on her head, the stakes are only getting higher for Alix as the night of her mission fast approaches. But luckily, she and Captain Nixon have some help.

WARNINGS: War, Death, Espionage, Survivor's Guilt, Nix's functional alcoholism, the usual

A/N: All disguises mentioned are actual techniques used by the OSS, SOE, & CIA! Also, Cisco is based heavily on SOE spy Juan Pujol Garcia (aka Agent Garbo) & several other Spanish Maquisards who fought the rise of fascism in Europe for years before WW2 began!💖

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @lieutenant-speirs @bellewintersroe @emmythespacecowgirl @holdingforgeneralhugs @parajumpboots @hxad-ovxr-hxart @sleepisforcowards @suugrbunz @ax-elcfucker-blog @chaosklutz @mads-weasley @vibing-away @eightysix-baby @ithinkabouttzu

Contemporary: December 2nd, 1944. Resistance Safehouse, Signy-l’Abbaye, France.

Alix awoke to the sound of hushed voices in the hall.  

Cracking a reluctant eye open, she reached for her knife just as the mantle clock chimed.  

4 o'clock in the morning. 

Splendid.

She must've dozed off waiting for their asset's arrival.

Silently easing herself off the couch, she crept towards the adjacent wall, her path just barely illuminated by a cool sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. 

The voices were getting closer…

Alix relaxed instantly as she recognized her handler’s voice, dry bemusement drizzled over his every word like syrup.

"That’s all you brought, Picasso? One bag?"  

There was a hearty chuckle from the darkness and then a second voice replied simply:

"They tell me pack light, I pack light." 

The speaker's voice had a rather airy, almost nasal quality she hadn't heard before and a pleasant, rolling accent she couldn’t quite place. 

Sheathing her knife, the spy subtly retreated to the sofa, managing to be seated just as the two men entered the room. 

“Sorry we’re late, Runt,” Nixon remarked as he threw himself into his usual chair and propped his boot-clad feet up on the coffee table.

His gaze flickered over to their visitor and playfully raised his voice just loud enough for the other man to hear. 

“Seems like the Spanish can’t keep to a schedule!”

"Next time, you hike the Pyrenees then, chaval," the diminutive newcomer retorted, a toothy grin appearing from underneath his scraggly beard as he removed a faded leather jacket and placed it delicately on the coat rack.

"And I will be the one to drink and complain. Besides, 'Más vale tarde que nunca', as my abuela always said." 

As the asset dragged a chair from the kitchen and into the living room, Alix watched him blearily and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

He was supposed to be here at midnight, she thought with a pang of irritation. What had taken him so long?

The visitor-- Picasso, Nixon had called him-- was in his early thirties, disheveled in ill-fitting black fatigues covered in dirt and twigs, a dark cotton shirt nearly swallowing his frame whole. 

Even in his beaten-in combat boots, he couldn'tve stood more than an inch taller than her and he was so slight that his clothing seemed to hang off him like the rucksack he had slung off one shoulder.

Noticing Alix's scrutinizing gaze, the visitor's smile only widened and the American spy observed a barely-visible gap between his two front teeth that reminded her vaguely of her baby cousin.

"You must be La Mariposa Negra," he noted brightly as he sat down, placing the canvas rucksack onto his lap with care.

"There is a poem in my country called that! Perhaps you have heard of it?”

“Unfortunately not,” Alix responded stiffly, still trying to figure out who on Earth this man was working for, why he was late, and why he was now sitting so casually in the living room of the safehouse as though he were part of the furniture.

“Ah, qué pena,” the Spaniard commented easily, still seeming far too cheery for the hour.

“But probably it will lose something in translation anyway." 

From his chair, Nixon yawned lazily before gesturing to his protégé. 

“Agent Martinelli, meet Cisco León Estrada of the Cantabria Maquis. He’ll be in town for a few days on special assignment.” 

The Spaniard extended a gloved hand and they exchanged brief pleasantries before he began unpacking the canvas rucksack on his lap.

“We hear much about you on the radio, Mariposa,” he gushed as he placed two detail brushes onto the coffee table.

"How you make the Germans afraid. It will be an honor to work on you.” 

Alix was instantly alert.

“On me?!”

"Correct,” Nixon commented from his place to her right, popping a caramel block into his mouth before going on:

"Cisco is a master of disguise. The SOE calls him Picasso for a reason." 

“You are too kind, my friend," the Spaniard replied with a modest wave of his hand. “I have had much practice.” 

"Donovan called him in for you personally, Runt,” her case officer garbled through a mouthful of candy.

“He’s going to get you– Well, ‘Tanya’ – ready for her big debut.” 

A small vial of dark liquid was placed onto the wooden table top with a plink. 

"Is that iodine?" Alix asked as she eyed the antiseptic nervously. “Somebody performing surgery?”

The two men exchanged glances.

"Yes" Nixon deadpanned at the same time Cisco answered with a light "No". 

"Well as long as we're all in agreement," Alix snorted as the shorter man rose from his seat, scrutinizing Alix with a pensive gaze.

The former model recognized that look and remained still, patiently allowing the artist to work. 

Mumbling to himself in Spanish, the Maquisard plucked absentmindedly at the bush of his beard for several minutes as he paced and studied her features, clearly trying to decide where to begin. 

After a moment, he snapped his fingers.

"The eyes,” the Spaniard stated with a decisive nod. “Then teeth. Then hair.”

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Breaking an ankle during jump training hadn't been as miserable. 

It had been one flash of pain when she'd collided with the ground and that was it. Mercifully, the bone had gone numb. Alix wished she could go numb now. 

But instead, it felt like her scalp was being flooded with lava, each strand of hair being personally seared to the root by the peroxide Cisco was using.

She'd been sitting on the edge of the tub in a robe they'd pilfered for what felt like half an eternity, letting her stinging eyes wander the cramped bathroom. 

The Spanish asset, Cisco, was standing by the counter, a needle-thin brush in hand as he painstakingly dabbed each pearly tooth of the mold with a thin film of iodine just dark enough to discolor them. 

Every good agent knew the devil truly was in the details.

Eating with the wrong fork, a discontinued brand of cigarettes, a discarded receipt with a traceable bank number, even wearing a certain color too frequently could all spell disaster for an agent undercover behind enemy lines. 

They couldn't afford to overlook anything; Alix's life would depend on it. 

But even with Captain Nixon firing questions at her about her cover from his spot on the tile, all she could think about was the torturous burning sensation of her head and the dark blue colored contact lenses making her vision blur.

"Madonna mía, can I rinse it out yet?" she burst out finally, her fingers clenching onto the side of the tub as she tried to distract herself from the sizzling sting of the liquid seemingly seeping into every open pore. 

"Please? Jesus Ch-"  

"Only if you are wanting to lose half your hair," Cisco responded, his sharp eyes never wavering from his work.

"And I do not think you are wanting that." 

"Where did you go to school, Tatiana?" Nixon quizzed her as he reached the third page of her cover's dossier. 

Alix ignored him. 

"How much longer?" she inquired and the Maquisard took a quick glance at his watch. 

"Thirty more minutes, tía." 

"Am I talking to myself?” Nixon complained loudly. “I said, 'Where did you go to school, Tati-'" 

"It's Tanya," Alix snapped finally, dropping her voice to a lower, throatier pitch with a thick Russian accent. 

"Only my mother calls me Tatiana. And I was trained at the Bolshoi Ballet Academy." 

Her case officer didn't miss a beat. 

"And your mother? Where did she train?" 

A trick question.

"This is joke, yes?" the spy asserted, crossing her arms in front of her chest with an imperious toss of her head as she imagined a spoiled collaborationist socialite like Tanya would. 

"We only train with the best. And the best have always been at the Bolshoi." 

Captain Nixon gave a silent, grudging nod and Alix could see him fighting a smile at her performance. 

"And your dad?" he prompted. "What's your old man do?" 

"He is dignitary," she responded, the smoky quality of her lowered voice adding an extra layer of flippancy. 

"That is all you need to know." 

Nixon nodded his approval and drew a check mark in the margins of her dossier just as Cisco put the finishing touches on her false teeth and sat them on the counter to dry. 

"I must get the, ah como se dice…El tinte– " He gestured frantically as he tried to summon the English term.

"Hair dye," Nixon supplied and the Spanish Maquisard nodded enthusiastically, scooting the large box toward himself.

"Sí, yes–" he said between grunts as he tried to pry the tightly-sealed packaging apart. "The dye! Hostia–"

With a huff of irritation, Cisco flicked a knife out from his boot and began to carve the box open to get to its contents. 

“You would think–” he muttered in between laborious saws. “– they are hiding gold in here, when really, this– ” 

With a final, swift cut, the Spanish operative was able to dip his hand inside and pull out a small package of Auburn Allure buried within layers of cardboard.

“– is all.” 

“Dye’s hard to find these days,” Nixon commented as he shifted from the sink to the wall so Alix could finally rinse the peroxide from her hair.

“With shortages and all. Kathy’s always on about it.”

The cool rush of water on her scalp sent a shiver of relief washing through but when she flipped her hair back and looked into the mirror, Alix let out a yelp of horror at the ashen creature staring back at her. 

“What did you DO?!” she shrieked as she clutched at the limp strands of her now ghastly-yellow hair.

Skip and Don were going to have a field-day with this.

“Hostia, I told you not to look yet,” Cisco scolded, swatting her hand away from her face.

“You will only scare yourself. Captain Nixon, the scissors porfa.”

Alix opened her mouth to respond but suddenly thought better of speaking sharply to a highly-trained operative with scissors now in hand.

“Not. One. Word." She growled in Nix’s direction and even though it obviously pained him, her case officer made a sarcastic zipper motion across his lips and turned back to her dossier while Alix continued to violently pantomime slitting his throat. 

“Ignore him,” Estrada uttered sympathetically, swiping a portion of her bleached hair to the side and clipping it.

“We are not even halfway finished. You must trust me, vale?”

Alix sighed hopelessly and rubbed her stinging eyes again as the operative took the scissors to her beloved hair.

“Vale.” 

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Within a couple hours, Alix had gotten used to the contact lenses and even the uncomfortable dental façade that shifted her jawline but she was still getting used to the overall person staring back at her in the mirror. 

The haircut and bangs suited her face surprisingly well but being a bleach blonde did not. Luckily, the Spanish operative had a plan to fix that too.

“Damn Cisco,” Alix remarked in a tone tinged with envy as she watched him combine ingredients like an expert chemist.

"You can do hair, you can paint, you can take a dental impression, you can kill a man in probably at least 5 different ways, is there anything you can’t do?” 

The Spaniard contemplated the question as he vigorously shook the bottle of dye.

“Maths,” he declared after a moment’s pause. 

“When I was in university, I always struggle in Maths. Painting a scene from memory, no problem, but you ask me to solve a complicated equation? This I cannot do.”

“What did you end up studying while you were in college?” Alix inquired curiously as he began to apply the deep burgundy dye into her hair with patient strokes.

“Art,” was the wistful reply, his hand faltering slightly with his fading smile. 

“But I leave university when the Guerra Civil starts… My little brother and I, we fight in the war. I make it out…Diego does not.”

“I’m so sorry,” Alix whispered, instinctively reaching to touch her rosary. 

She knew the ache of that loss all too well. 

“How did you end up in the intelligence game?” Captain Nixon asked, finding his voice.

In the mirror, she could see a shadow cross Cisco’s face.

“I go home to Cantabria. I see what Franco has done to mi pueblo…mi gente… mis amigos… Everywhere you look, there is death."

He swallowed hard.

“That is why I no longer go by my first name... Francisco.” He spat the word like a bitter curse. 

“After what I have seen…All of the things he has done to good people, all of the things he is doing to mi amada patria…I cannot stand –” 

His voice broke and he cut himself off, lapsing into a tense silence.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and soldiered on.

“So I put down my brushes… I pick up my guns and I go to the mountains, I join the Maquis. Then the SOE, they reach out to me. They hear of my background. They want to train me in disguise and–” 

He finished brushing in the dye and made a half-hearted gesture with the brush as if to say Voila, here I am.

“Bueno, what about you? Why intelligence? I am curious.”

Alix took a deep breath and shifted anxiously in her seat.

What reason could she give? There was only one reason she had stuck with the OSS for so long, only one reason she hadn’t quit the spy game long before.

This operative had just poured out his whole life story to her and she couldn’t even say a name? 

“M-My brother,” she forced out, surprised at how brittle her voice sounded as the words tumbled out. 

“He, um…He was a Navy lieutenant. He shouldn’tve been there that morning, on the ship, but –” 

She took a shuddering breath, the words feeling like sawdust in her mouth as she slowly continued.

“– But he'd stayed the night to mediate some stupid squabble. So he was with his men that morning on the Arizona when…when–”

She shook her head, unwilling to give voice to the awful words, but she didn't have to.

"Entiendo por lo que estás pasando," Cisco intoned sympathetically as he began painting dye onto another section of her hair. "We have both lost much and it drives us here, to make a difference."

"Definitely. I tried to join the Women's Army Corps first," she admitted. "But I don’t take orders well. So suffice it to say, my superiors and I didn’t exactly get along.” 

She looked over at Captain Nixon, expecting some sort of quip but he appeared to be studying the pristine white tile, so she went on:

"Luckily, Director Donovan was looking for the headstrong type and knew my father personally, so he asked if I would be interested. And--” 

She shrugged, trying and failing to keep her tone light.

 “Here I am.”

"Bueno," Cisco chuckled. “My wife, Yessenia, has a favorite saying: 'Pan con pan, comida de tontos'.”

Alix's brows knit in confusion.

“‘Bread with bread'…?”

“A ver, it loses something in translation,” the Spanish operative expressed with another breezy laugh. “Es como...all the same is boring, no? It is good to be different.” 

Captain Nixon was strangely quiet throughout the course of the conversation and Alix stole another furtive glance in his direction. 

The intelligence officer was taking a sip from his flask with a hollow stare straight past her, at the wall. 

He was the odd one out, she realized, and he knew it. 

The only one of them who hadn’t lost anything…or anyone. 

It suddenly dawned on Alix that she had never known why he had joined the Airborne to begin with or why he had agreed to become a case officer. She never knew why he was so strict with her but lackadaisical when it came to everyone else. 

To be frank with herself, Alix realized she had never thought to ask. Even if she had, she reasoned, would he have given her a real answer? Probably not.

But now that everyone else was opening up too, perhaps he just might.

"Hey Nix--" she started and it was almost like her case officer sensed that she was about to inquire seriously about a topic he was loath to discuss because he hurried to cut her off.

“Say, you two mind if I turn on the radio?”

“Madonna mia, you’ve got to be kidding,” Alix groaned, throwing her hands up in exasperation before adopting a gruff, mocking tone.

“What happened to ‘no radio for the month, Runt. It's not safe’?!” 

“Well first of all," Nixon noted dryly, already exiting the bathroom to retrieve the contraband. "That impression of me could use some work!"

Moments later, he reappeared, radio in hand, and plopped it onto the bathroom counter.

"And second of all," he finished with a self-satisfied smirk at the look of indignance on Alix's face. "Since we’re leaving tonight, HQ gave the okay." 

Before the young agent could respond, the saccharine voice of one of Germany's most notorious propagandists came wafting over the crackling airwaves.

“–the Andrews Sisters singing ‘Pistol Packin Mama’. GIs sure love girls and guns, don’t you? Is that why some of you are lending your aid to The Black Butterfly?" 

Axis Sally let out a girlish giggle so malicious that it made the spy’s blood run cold and she exchanged worried glances with Nixon, whose expression had darkened instantly.

How did Berlin know she was getting help from American soldiers?!

Where were they getting such detailed information?

Even Cisco blanched as the announcer’s words set in, the dye brush slipping from his grasp and clattering to the floor, deep red splattering across the tile.

“You are smart men," Sally purred coquettishly, somehow sounding more threatening than if she had been yelling.

"Surely you realize you’re backing the wrong horse. After all, do you know how easy it is to kill a butterfly?”

There was a brief pause and then another chime of haunting laughter as the infamous announcer answered her own query:

“All you have to do is catch it.”

#Guess who's back back again #this one was so research-heavy but I wanted to be sure it was accurate #ayee #Cisco Estrada is my son & yes I adore him #he is so babygirl #Anywayyyy #Lowkey this one got hella dark lol #Lewis Nixon #Alix Martinelli #Cisco Estrada #BoB #FireOnFire #FireOnFireChapters #Lewis Nixon x Reader #Band of Brothers fandom #Band of Brothers fanfiction #Band of Brothers fanfic #HBO War #HBO War fandom #HBO War fanfiction #Band of Brothers OC #F!OC x Joe Liebgott #HBO War fanfic #Espionage fanfic #Let's see if Tumblr lets me post this or not lol

[the-true-boomer]

UNIQUE PERSONNEL PROFILE

Demographics

Name: Calvin Lucien

Age: 39

Sex/Gender: Male

Country of Origin: The United States of America

Occupation: Special Agent of the Chaos Insurgency

Physical Appearance

Eye color: Brown

Skin color: White

Hair color: Brown

Height: 6’ 1

Weight: 190 lbs

Body type: Athletic

Fitness level: High

Tattoos: Chaos Insurgency Logo on the right shoulder, as is common with Chaos Insurgency personnel.

Scars/Birthmarks: Scar on the left cheek, running from the bottom of the left eye to the left side of his jaw

Disabilities: N/a

Clothing: Black and red plaid jacket, black long-sleeved shirt, black combat pants, black combat boots, black leather fingerless gloves.

Accessories: Nothing of note.

History

Birth date: November 15, 1985

Place of birth: Wisconsin, USA

Key family members:

Uncle: O5 councilman Gabriel Lucien, aka The Blackbird.

Grandmother: 

Affiliations: SCP Foundation (former), Chaos Insurgency (current)

Psychological Traits

Personality type: ISTJ

Personality traits: Reserved, Calculating, Adaptable

Temperament: Melancholic

Introvert/Extrovert: Introverted

Mannerisms: Observant, speaks deliberately

Educational background: Graduate of Foundation Task Force Training Program

Intelligence: High

Self-esteem: Mid

Hobbies: Cryptography, Chess, Mixed Martial Arts

Skills/talents: Hand-to-hand combat, High Strategical Intelligence 

Morals/Virtues: Sacrifice for a greater good.

Phobias/Fears: Atychiphobia

Flaws: Emotionally Distant, Trust Issues, Vulnerable to Emotional Manipulation

Communication

Languages known: English, Russian, Japanese, Polish

Accent: Neutral American

Pitch: Moderate and Controlled 

Laughter: Subdued Chuckle

Smile: Reserved

Strengths, Weaknesses, and Abilities

Physical strengths: Exceptional Agility and Reflexes

Physical weaknesses: Susceptible to Overexertion, Tends to Push Limits

Intellectual strengths: High Strategic Intelligence

Intellectual weaknesses: Tends to Overthink

Interpersonal Strengths: A Good Leader

Interpersonal weaknesses: Prefers Working Alone

Magical abilities: N/a

Relationships

Lover(s): N/a

Parents/Guardians: 

Jonathan Lucien (Father)[deceased]

Elizabeth Lucien (Mother)[deceased]

Children: N/a

Grandparents: 

Edward Lucien (Grandfather)[deceased]

Evelyn Lucien (Grandmother)[deceased]

Grandchildren: N/a

Pets: N/a

Friends: Few if Any

Enemies: SCP Foundation, Three Moons Initiative, Serpents Hand, Global Occult Coalition

Mentors/Teachers: 

Special Agent “Specter”

Special Agent “Whisper”

Character

Inspiration: The Punisher

Character archetype: Anti-Hero

Core values: His Version of Justice, Revenge

Goals: To murder the O5 Council

Motivations: To avenge his family’s murder at the hands of the O5 Council.

Additional Information

Calvin Lucien is a high threat to the Foundation and its goals. As a boy, nearly his entire family was murdered by the O5 Council due to learning confidential secrets. The only ones not confirmed dead were Calvin and his grandmother Evelyn, with his younger sister Eliza said to be missing. His grandmother raised him until her death when Calvin was 12. For the following years, Calvin switched between several foster homes, eventually becoming curious about the occult. When he was 18, he joined the military, excelling particularly at all physical programs. After another few years, he was nominated to join Mobile Task Force Alpha 1, aka the Red Right Hand.

However, on one mission, Calvin was kidnapped by the Chaos Insurgency, once a group comprised of ex-Red Right-Hand members that had grown exponentially. There was when Calvin learned the truth of his family’s murder, that the O5 Council had them slaughtered to preserve secrecy. Enraged, Calvin left the Foundation right then and joined the Chaos Insurgency as both military personnel and Foundation intelligence.

Addendum 1

Recent information has revealed that Calvin and close associates have been planning a visit to Iraq. As nearly all in the Foundation know, the major anomaly located in that area is The Gate Guardian. However, as nearly none know, it is also where ᗩᕲᗩᘻ ᒪᓰᐺᘿS the former O5-12 went missing. After ᕼᘿ ᘺᗩS Sᘿᗩᒪᘿᕲ ᗩᘺᗩᖻ his retirement, he was never seen again, though there is strong speculation that he retreated to the area in which The Gate Guardian protects. It is also theorized that the reason for Calvin’s increased specialty training is for some “Hail Mary” against the foundation.

Note

"Let it be known that whoever is leaking classified information in these documents will be found and subject to immediate termination." -The Administrator

#multiverse tales #popcross studios #scp foundation #12's multiverse #calvin lucien #chaos insurgency #character profile

[monpalace]

IM BACKK MY LITTLE FANFIC DEVIL >:3 With a new Idea too!! Hope you enjoy it!

Warriors x Punk! Magic user Musician! (Will call them 'Punk' for now!)

Reader/Punk has developed a fighting style that utilizes music! Its very much canon that music in the Zelda Universe is very powerful, so it makes sense for a character to find a way to semi weaponize such a thing. The magic itself is a mix of Siren vibes (both vocally and instruments) but also like a Bard, if that makes sense!

Punk met Wars during the Era of Ages, being a compainon and fighter to the captain! Punk's main 'weapon' is a sick ass guitar, which at first just seems like a normal guitar but once Punk starts playing its like the instrument sparks to life and holds a whole new aura to it. They also, very obviously wear more punk based outfits (including a battle torn, pathed filled leather jacket and heavy ass combat boots.

At first, Wars is VERY confused on Punk's ability to fight and how they seem to whip out a hoard of monsters with a simple rift of their guitar but once he is actually on the battle field with them he finally gets to see them in action! And well...Let's just say the captain got a few new -small- scars because he was...'distracted' >:3

THEY ARE TOTALLY THE 'preppy jock x punk' DYAMNIC AND ITS SO MMMMMM

(going more indepth into the war of era's)

Punk def met young Wind and Time (aka mask) and they two ADMIRED the musician so much! Both would rather die than admit it but they totally did--

Wind totally shared/taught Punk a few sea shanties and Punk would then remix them into punk rock vibes! Normally it would be a quiet little exchange when the young pirate couldn't sleep, and the punk was already awake -trying to come up with new ways/spells for their magic- where they both got to show their love for music!

Mask and Punk also had something similar but Mask wouldn't show Punk any of the powerful songs he knew until he trusted them 1000%-

The day Punk was taught the Song of Storms was the day Warriors knew he was in some deeeeppp shit if Punk was to ever switch sides dhsajhfka

ALSO The two were also the biggest little shits as they had tried time and time again to get the two (Punk and Wars) into a relationship! Butttt considering there was a literal WAR going on, neither of them were too focused on getting into a relationship-- even if there were some romantic tension between them >:)

But when the war finally ended and everyone was sent home, Punk didn't want the kids to leave without something to remember the them and Wars by. So, Punk gave Wind a -little too big- leather jacket while Mask/Time got a few of Punk's guitar picks and sheets of -magic- music

After they left, Punk would then make little patches that represent Wind, Mask and Warriors and put them on their leather jacket!

After the war, Punk stayed for a while to help with the rebuilding of any damaged cities/towns and to also help with moral of the citizens as their music could have some healing and/or soothing abilities if needed! During that time, the punk and captain grew....quite close and maybe...just maybe, the two little shits plans didn't fail afterall!

(I do have more if you want! >:3 tho its mostly be based off of Punk and their interaction with the Chain as War's partner!)

i do want more!! i always do!

im having many thoughts that are not wanting to be articulated into words but

#/pos #i cant find those bloody eating devouring image so pretend its some cow grazing #stargazing in the palace #the palace answers

[pretttydemonwrites]

OC Masterlist

Below you will find a list of what I consider my main cast of characters. I often write the same characters into different universes/plots/etc, so I essentially have my own little multiverse in my head. With that in mind, this list will be very basic info like name, description, and personality in broad strokes. I will also include the "universe" that I most commonly write them in though.

This is by no means a complete list, just the ones that tend to feature in my writing The Most. It is still long as hell, so you can find the list of characters under the cut!

Cassandra Lynn Mathers - aka Cass - she/her - late 20s/early 30s - a short, fat woman with thick curly hair that is naturally a true ginger color, but she typically keeps it dyed a darker cherry red. her hair usually reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades. her eyes are a very light blue, almost gray color and her skin is mostly pale, with some pink undertones. most often wearing shorts and a tank top or t-shirt, often cropped. she is a cis woman. - she is quick tempered and kind of bitchy, but she is also extremely protective and maternal. when she warms up to someone, she'll likely take on a motherly role and bake them a ton of sweets - most common universe she appears in is a supernatural story that takes place in a tiny town in Colorado populated entirely by various supernatural creatures, and in that universe she is a werewolf Victoria Jane Nixon - aka Vicky - she/her - mid 20s - a tall, toned woman with a truly massive amount of brown/black hair, usually kept in a blown out afro styled into a fauxhawk type situation, sometimes with one side of her head shaved. she has warm toned medium brown skin with dark brown eyes. standard outfit is ratty denim cutoffs, fishnets, and a black high necked sleeveless top with a red leather jacket and a spiked black choker. she has several ear piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and a nostril piercing. vicky is a trans woman - she is playful and flirtatious, but easily flustered. under duress, she can become quite cruel and bloodthirsty, but carries a lot of guilt around because of this. she craves affection to an extreme degree. - currently Vicky is a character in an ongoing Monster of the Week campaign about a horror rock band in the late 80s/early 90s. she started as a secret agent undercover, left the agency, and then got turned into a werewolf. still in the band though!

Lucia Voronov - aka Luci - she/her - early to mid 30s - a woman of average height with shaggy cropped white blonde hair. she has somewhat dark green eyes and pale, lightly freckled skin. typical outfit consists of thick jeans, combat boots, and a brown leather jacket over a plain t-shirt (i'm not gonna beat around the bush, please just imagine dean winchester with like...small boobs and lighter hair). she has a thin but noticeable scar running vertical down her right eye. wears small studs in her ears but no other piercings. she is a cis woman. - usually pretty standoffish and detached, always ready to fight. she can be charming when she needs to be, but nine times out of ten she'll just try to intimidate her way through a problem. softer side comes out when talking about her family/people she cares for or when she's playing violin - haven't included Lucia in anything in a hot minute tbh, but her standard version in my brain is from the same supernatural story as Cass (albeit a different iteration of it) and she's a monster hunter Demitri Voronov - aka Michi - he/him - early to mid 30s (Lucia's twin brother) - shorter than average man with jet black hair, usually kept in an undercut with the top long enough to keep up in a ponytail. same dark green eyes and pale freckled skin. typical outfit varies wildly depending on the day from your classic jeans and band tee to mini skirts and tank tops. he has a septum ring and small studs in his ears similar to Lucia's. he is also a trans man. - easily the more approachable twin, Demitri is friendly and playful and enjoys hanging out with people. he flirts with anyone and everyone, but he typically avoids real intimacy at all costs and keeps most everyone at a bit of a distance. he's just friendly enough that people don't always notice. - so. admittedly, Demitri is usually dead. part of Lucia's backstory. however I keep throwing him into monster erotica so if you see him alive and well it's probably gonna be in something like that!

Harper Jameson - they/them - late 20s - short but muscular individual with fairly straight white hair that is always kept in a braid that usually hangs to the side over their shoulder. they have bright blue/green eyes and peachy toned skin. standard outfit is either a t-shirt (usually with some floral design) with overalls or a floral sundress. either way they're wearing Converse type shoes or no shoes. they are nonbinary. - have you ever met sunshine personified? now you have. Harper is an extremely kind and selfless individual, but they can also be incredibly anxious. a people pleaser through and through. they have a strong desire to help others and forge community ties with the people around them - would you guess that they're also usually a werewolf...I may be changing that soon though cuz I think I might just be a little too werewolf heavy. I did also throw Harper in a Star Trek TTRPG for a bit though and that was neat!

Sebastian Hart - aka Seb - he/him - late 30s early 40s - average height, fit but not overly muscular man with a close fade of black hair. he has dark brown skin with cool undertones and eyes so dark brown they almost look black. standard outfit is a business suit or he might do some more casual slacks and a henley/crewneck type situation. he is a cis man. - Sebastian starts off as the strong silent type, but he's actually quite personable under that. however, he values quiet and alone time so he can get pretty burnt out on socializing. loves kids an animals and is very family oriented. occasionally struggles with his more pessimistic side and tries to remain at least realistic if not optimistic. - Okay look I swear they're not all werewolves. in my writing he has appeared as one, yeah, but I think the actual most recent thing was another Monster of the Week campaign where he was a private detective working with a bunch of weirdos trying to take down a mega corporation a la Umbrella. so there. Max - pronouns vary, defaults to he/him - mid to late 20s - some characters have a standard outfit. max has a standard uh...skin? sure let's go with that. he usually looks like a random nondescript brunette white guy, usually has a bit of 5'o clock shadow, and heavy bags under his eyes. he's usually in scrubs or a paramedic uniform, but the situation may vary. - max is a well meaning trainwreck. good guy, performs rather well under pressure, but isn't the best about like, taking care of himself or socializing well. he's at his best when someone is bossing him around. - he's not a werewolf! he's a shapeshifter! it counts as something different! but also I put him in a MOTW campaign once. i do not remember what he really did though other than smoke weed.

Racquel Last Name Subject to Change - ze/zem or they/them - ?????? - a tall slender individual with straight black hair usually styled in a sort of pompadour type situation. ze have reddish brown skin, with one side of zir torso pretty much covered in scar tissue. zir eyes are either completely black, sclera and all, or again just deep brown/almost back. also sometimes will have two black horns that curl kind of like a ram's atop zir head. - ze is an incredibly protective individual and that honestly drives most of zir decisions. Racquel cares about specific people and if you are not one of those people then you can choke. ze can be extremely reckless and overconfident at times, but overall ze are just trying to McFuckin Survive - first featured in a D&D campaign for one session as a centaur, then a different campaign as a tiefling (hence the horns) and in other works ze has been a vampire. many such iterations.

#oc masterlist #will update as needed

[powpowstuff]

“No Big Belly Burger For You” - Jason Todd Imagine

Hi everyone ! As promised here is a little story about the one and only Jason Todd !  I hope you will like it ! If you do please do not hesitate to hit the like button so I know if it deserves a part 2 ! 

Also, I do take requests so if you have any idea my ask is open ! 

Enjoy ! 

TW: mention of violence. 

Word Counts: 1732.

10 years ago...

You were sitting on the top of a roof somewhere in Gotham City, sitting on the edge swinging your legs in the void. Working with Batman and Robin, Jason Todd, was quite tiring as you decided to work every night to help them. 

As you were lost in your thoughts, you heard someone behind you “Hi y/n ! Look what I got ! Time for a little big belly burger break right ?”. You turned your head and recognised Jason Todd aka Robin. He had joined your family three years ago as your dad, Bruce Wayne, found him about to steal the tires of the Batmobile. But you did not see him as a brother, more like a best friend, a crush even. 

“Oh god Jason you read my mind ! I am starving !” you smiled widely as Jason sat down behind you “Well, I am no telepath but you’ve been patrolling for three hours now and we didn’t have dinner so!” 

You both ate your burgers chatting and laughing and trying to guess what jobs did the people in the building across the streets have, according to the decoration of their flats which you could see from where you were sitting. 

You turned to Jason “So… Bruce told me you went out this afternoon and didn’t want anyone to know where you were going ! Are you hiding a girlfriend, Jason Todd ?” you chuckled a bit trying to hide your nervousness and poked his shoulder. You were praying in your head that the answer would be No, because you adored him, you were just too shy to say or try anything.

“A girlfriend ?” he laughed and shook his head no “I wouldn’t have time for a girlfriend ! Or I’d have to find a vigilante girlfriend so she’d understand that if I suddenly leave or give no news it’s because I am saving the city and not because I am cheating !” you both laughed and then he smiled at you “but, I guess I have the perfect candidate next to me” he winked at you. 

But you didn’t say anything, you just blushed. Oh how you wish you had said something. You kept thinking that if you had said something, maybe he wouldn’t have gone to the Joker’s lair that night, maybe he would still be alive today. Or at least, he would have known how much you loved him…

Today…

You were on a mission to stop the selling of new lethal weapons sold by Don Falcone. You were hiding on the beam of a hangar located at the docks, watching Don Falcon’s goons playing poker, waiting for the buyer. Everything had been calm for the last two hours when suddenly, the front door opened. The silhouette of a tall athletic man wearing a red helmet, brown leather jackets and black trousers and combat boots walked in. “Hello boys !” the man said with a robotic voice due to his helmet covering his whole face “I guess I am not the one you were expecting !”. Falcon’s minions all grabbed their guns in panic “ Who the fuck are you ?” asked the bigger one. 

You put a finger on your com in your ear and whispered “Bats, there’s an unexpected visitor here. Red helmet, can’t see his face at all, dark  leather jacket and black trousers and combat boots. D’you know him ?” you asked.

“Never seen anyone like that. Do you need me ?” Batman asked. “Nah, I’ll let you know if I need help.” 

“Well, you see, I don’t really like what Don Falcone does to this city, so I’m going to prevent you from selling those guns. In fact, I’m going to leave with those guns without paying.” the red helmet guy said. 

The criminals laughed and the biggest one took a step towards the hooded man and said “I don’t think so, unless you’re Batman, you’re not stopping anything.” The hooded man laughed “Batman ? Trust me, I am worse than Batman.” 

You frowned, worse than Batman ? You’ve never heard of that guy. How could he pretend to be worse than Batman ? 

“Oh yeah ?” the criminal laughed “and why is that Mister Red Head ?” “Well first, the name’s Red Hood and second” the man quickly grabbed a gun and shot the big criminal right between his eyes, the body of the tall big man fell, as the others watched in shock “unlike Batman I do kill”. 

You put your finger on your com again as the other criminals started to try to shoot the Red Hood. “Bats, the guy kills, calls himself RedHood !”

“Red Hood ? That’s the name the Joker took before he fell in the acid ! Be careful we need Don Falcon’s men for trials ! I am coming ! Be there in ten!” Batman said. 

You took a batarang and hit the gun of the Red Hood, it fell on the floor and the other criminals stopped as well. 

“Shit  ! It’s the Bats !” one said 

“Fuck this, I’m out of here !” another one said, trying to escape. 

You used your bat ropes to hang two of them on the beams. 

“Batman !” the Red Hood said, taking one criminal hostage and putting his other gun on his temple “Come down here if you dare !” 

You stayed hidden, trying to figure out a plan. 

The Red Hood started to get angrier “Come down Batman” he screamed “Come and fight me if you’re a man ! Come kill me because if you don’t I will surely kill you !”  

You carefully and silently got back down on the floor and hit him with a tasing ball, making him drop his gun. He groaned in pain and as his hostage left running, he rubbed his hand. “Oh you came down ? How nice of you !” 

You stayed in the shadows as Red Hood walked around “You won’t be able to defeat me Batman, I know you by heart” he chuckled “I can predict your every move, I know how you fight !” he started to kick in empty boxes trying to find you “ Come now so I can kill you !” he screamed as he walked next to you, not noticing you. 

You took the opportunity to jump on his back, wrapping your legs around him and your arms around his throat trying to suffocate him so he could pass out. He grabbed both your forearms, made you swing above his head and threw you right against the empty boxes, you groaned in pain. 

“What do we have here ?” he walked to you as you tried to get up, grabbed you by your hair and made you look at him. “Oh I see” he smirked “Batman didn’t come, he let the little girl wonder come uh ?” he let go of your hair. “Come fight me, Redblaze” he took a step back and got in a fighting position. 

You got up, in pain. How could he know that name ? That’s a name you were thinking of taking when you first started to do vigilante work with your dad. Not many people knew it. Sure you tried to say it while arresting your firsts criminals but it was about ten years ago. 

You fought the man for a good ten minutes, you were exhausted. It was as if he could read your mind, he countered your every move and kept hitting you and you barely managed to hit him. It made you more and more frustrated, it was the first time in almost twelve years of vigilante work that a fight was this hard, you never struggled like that. After all, your dad trained you since you were a child. Even if you didn’t start the work of vigilante when you were a child, you were the daughter of Bruce Wayne and he always wanted you to be capable of defending yourself in case of danger. You were good at fighting, really good. 

“C’mon Red ! That’s all you can give me ?” the man laughed, “I’m not even tired !” 

He was teasing you, and it made you even more frustrated, you screamed as you tried to punch him the harder you could in the face. He barely moved and laughed, as you screamed in pain.

“You can’t break my helmet but that’s a good try !” he grabbed you by the throat, you were panting, exhausted. “No big belly burger for you” he headbutted you and you passed out. 

When you woke up, you were on the hospital bed in the batcave, still wearing your suit. “Sir, she’s awake !” Alfred said and your dad came to your side. “y/n ! Are you okay ?” he asked, worried but trying not to show it too much. 

“I think I am… I am so sorry ! Could you catch Falcon’s goons ? I hung them on the beams !” you said. 

Bruce shook his head no “They were shot… but we will have other opportunities. I took a look at the security cams of the hangar… that was a tough fight.” He said going back to the batcomputer. 

“Yes… He kept wanting to fight and kill you… I… Can I see the video ?” you asked and your dad nodded, rewinding it. 

You watched. Watching it on screen made it even more frustrating for you, he countered each and every attack of yours as if it was nothing. 

“You see ?” you pointed at the screen “it’s like he knew what I would do before I even had the chance to do it ! It was even more frustrating than training with you !” 

“Come fight me, Redblaze” the man on the screen said. “You heard that ? Only a few people knew about that name dad ! It’s…” you sighed. 

“He knows us, personally” your dad said, staring at the screen “he’s angry at me, he knows about you… it must be someone we know.” said your dad. 

“I can assure you that it is not me Master Bruce” Alfred jokingly said. You smiled at Alfred, amused by his sense of humour. 

“No big belly burger for you !” you heard from the computer and immediately turned your head. “Wait ! Play that again !” you asked. Your dad rewinded the video and your eyes widened. 

“Someone we know… supposedly mad at you… who knows which name I took ten years ago…knows my moves.. says I don’t deserve a big belly burger after I lose a fight..” you looked at your dad, eyes filled with tears “Dad, this is Jason… he’s alive !”.

#DC Comics #DC Comics imagine #Batfamily #Batfamily imagine #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #x reader #imagine #fanfiction #Robin #Jason Todd Robin #The Red Hood #Red Hood #Red Hood x reader

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Plot bunny game: Descendants, Audrey love interest?

Yes yes, more Descendants vibes to work with! Meet...

Princess Primrose Fitzherbert aka Primrose Rider!

(Rebel) Princess; loves to be unpredictable; could wear flowers and a pink dress one day and the other black leather jacket and combat boots; knows too many ways to pick a lock; totally daddy's girl; class clown bc she likes to make people laugh; actually uses humor to hide the pain; ready to throw hands for her future girlfriend; also ready to tell her to shut the fuck up and sit down, but in a loving way

FC: Halston Sage

#answered #oc related ask #plot bunny game #primrose rider #manyfandomocs #greta's ocs madness era

[taiinted]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: No one.  tagging: @demonstigma @khozmoh @captainperoxidespike @maliignant @absentmotive @count-v-dracula @conzierge ( Moa ) @lunatempus @itsagentzero @blccdharmonyx @hellsurvivr @nxthero @dhampirslays @creelsclocks @perfectanguish​ @townwxtch​ and anyone else who sees this. 

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: He is masculine in a sense but he is attracted to feminine fabrics/ items like lace/ velvet/ silk and fruity scents. He is never seen without makeup ( dark eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, black nail polish ) it is a part of his image and he will never change it for anyone. 

Race: White ( ethnicity: Australian, Romanian, Italian ) 

Complexion:  Ashen pale/ pale olive

Height: 6′0 

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Previoulsy a mesomorph before he decided to build up his muscle mass and increase his exercise regime two years ago. He has a high metabolism which means he needs to consume a extensive amount of calories. 

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: .

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Dark brown. Notes: Morgan since he was badly burned in a tree house fire when he was eleven years old is unable to grown any hair on his chest, the backs of his arms and hands

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Dark brown

Eye color: Crimson red

Scars:  Several long lacerations cover his back that run down from the length  of his spine to  to his bum from when he was whipped during his sexual assault. One long claw like a scar above his left eye. Burn scars on his hands, wrists and left side of his chest, no body hair grows in these places. H e is still  highly self conscious of the burn scars on the back of his hands and always wears leather fingerless gloves to hide them, even in hot weather but is slowly coming round to the idea of removing his gloves when in a public setting and perhaps one day he will be able to walk down the street shirtless.   Two on his neck.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette:(   For Example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc) Red, black, white, burgundy, ox blood. 

Typical Clothing: Leather jackets, fingerless gloves, white t-shirt, red checked shirt,  leather trousers/ ripped black jeans, combat boots.

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: Black wolf sleeve tattoo on his left arm. Cluster of dark red roses tattoo on his upper left thigh. Red rose tattoo with thorns dripping in blood on the right side of his chest. Tribal  green sea turtle tattoo on the back of his right leg. Hummingbird watercolor inspired tattoo on his left thigh. Snake tattoo on his middle left hand finger. Red, black hearts on  some of his fingers. Single rose tattoo behind his left ear. Cluster of bats on his right ear. 

Other Information: Wears gloves outdoors on most occasions to conceal his burn scars but he is slowly not wearing them. 

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Highly expressive. Always has a unsure, somber expression on his face when he thinks no one is looking.  There are times where he is known to scowl and become hostile this happens when he is trying to figure out if you are friend and foe but mostly he is very welcoming to strangers

Default Body Language: Brooding, but relaxed

General Movements:  (Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk?) Has a long, loping stride

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: (Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one?)  Approachable but guarded, has been known to be a target to those who are intolerant of his  hybrid status, gives off a caring vibe

Appearance: (Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc) Somewhere between unkempt and tidy. His clothes are always immaculate and vibrant but on his sad days he tends to grow a slight beard.

Scent:Black cherries, strawberries ( from his moisturizing cream, always applies it regularly on his burn scars ) mixed with blood, menthol, peppermint cigarettes  and coffee. He always has a constant lingering smell of sulfur on his skin that he tries to mask with strong red berries scents. 

Voice Description:  Deep, but at the same time honey like with a sultry, seductive quality to it. Has a strong Australian accent running through it. Becomes more gravely and distorted when revealing his demonic voice.

Accent: yes / no.

Anything else to add? He’s friendly but known to be quite hostile to those he deems dangerous. 

#/ Tearing me asunder / --- INTROSPECTION --- #/ Black wolf in the snow / --- QUEUE ---

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Notes:

Race: asian-american

Complexion: tan, yellow undertones. finely crafted looks, spent too much money on it

Height: 6′2

Body Type: Endomorph Other / More Details: slightly broader shoulders than waist but not by much.

Body Build: Athletic, tall with an emphasis on his arms in his workouts. Top heavy. Massive tiddy.

Body Hair: Trimmed, dark brown to black in patches. Sometimes shaved into shapes when he’s feeling particularly feisty but that’s not often.

Head Hair: Long, wavy and unkempt usually. Generally pulled up into a top knot or a messy bun, left down for shows. Sides are left shaved, occasionally with patterns like geometric shapes.

Eye color: black sclera, white iris’ and pupils due to augmentation. shaped like recording broadcast countdown screens, like black and white movie countdowns. animated to

Scars: a set of scars in the pattern of gaelic knotwork on his inner thighs

FASHION

Fashion Style: grunge punk. ugly, matted, and messy. dirty flannels, messy. lots of browns and dark reds, with denim, torn jeans. leather jackets bought from thrift shops, plaid, high pants with fish net under it. old band shirts.

Color Palette: dark reds, browns and black

Typical Clothing: stained old band t-shirt, black jeans, big combat boots

Piercings: snake bites, septum, labaret, daith, tragus, double lobe, a row of 3 helix piercings

Tattoos: chest tattoo of a pheonix in black ink. floral patterns on both shoulders spreading down to his elbow. knuckle tattoos of the phases of the moon

Other Information: this man would dumpster dive for his clothes, he intentionally looks like a hot mess. It suits his music.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: smug grin honestly. he’s cocky, and it shows when he’s in a good mood

Default Body Language: open, not necessarily friendly but comfortable talking to just about anyone. fond of pissing people off and i think it shows.

General Movements:  quick and snappy, often rough or exaggerated for the intentional show of things. everything is a performance.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Antagonizing and playful. Intentionally grinning and taunting those around him. He wants to be a nuisance usually. Sometimes he keeps to himself but that generally means hes in a bad mood.  

Appearance: Unkempt, messy,

Scent: Ash and grime, or candy from an e-cig.

Voice Description: deep, tenebrous, a little tinny at times with his mechanical voicebox. sometimes intentionally strains it to get that robotic effect to his voice, especially when singing.

Accent: general midwestern accent tbh, disappears when singing usually

Speech Mannerisms: very informal, swears pretty often. crass, often flirts just for fun even if he's not actually interested.  

#DEL ;; SELF. #MEMES ;; OOC. #;{ figured since last time i did this for eros so del is up } #;{ i had to fuckin listen to the clash and white stripes to do this }

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FIRST MEETINGS MEME. a meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details.

(please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

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GENERAL APPEARANCE.

gender: both: cis female.

race: both: caucasian (half-british, half-french)

complexion: b: fair and flawless. | v: pale and freckled.

height: b: 5′5″. | v: 5’9”.

body type: b: very thin, petite frame. | v: thin, athletic.

body hair: both: laser hair removal.

head hair: b: dark brown and wavy. length varies but kept at shoulders or above post-2070. worn down and curl or in a low bun. | v: black and straight. hits below shoulders but usually tied up in a ponytail or messy bun.

eye color: b: sky blue, kiroshi optics mk. 3. | v: gray, kiroshi optics mk. 3.

scars: b: one from a c-section a decade ago. faded. | v: lots of injuries considering the job but all are cosmetically vanquished.

FASHION.

fashion style: both: neomilitarism. no neo-kitsch flash or too much ostentation. vez verges slightly into entropism but most her wear is relatively clean cut.

color palette: b: neutrals. blacks. whites. rarely color for the office |. v: all black.

typical clothing: b: form fitting, knee-length power dresses. long pencil skirts and high heels. | v: combat boots and cargo pants. tanks and leather biker jackets.

piercings: b: none. | v: several lining her earlobes.

tattoos: b: none. | v: pair of crows on her back shoulders blades.

other information: both are modest. never showing too much skin; b: classic. feminine and ladylike. | v: tomboy. always packing iron.

EXPRESSION.

general facial expression: b: polite smile. bright eyes. attentive gaze. | v: vapid gaze. cool disinterest. judging eyes.

default body language: b: hands folded at front. pin straight posture. | v: arms crossed. relaxed posture.

general movements: b: measured and balanced. probably could walk with a book on her head anywhere. | v: not graceful like sis. doesn’t tread lightly except for lynx paws cyberware making it so.

NOTABLE FOR RP.

presence: b: inviting. warm. | v: intimidating. cool.

appearance: b: put together. unassuming/weak. | v: corpo cyberninja.

scent: b: perfume would be very light but effervescent. sunlit citrus, soft rose and/or apple. | v: cigarettes probably. no perfume. don’t worry. she is still a rich girl who likes her long baths.

voice description: v: clear as cut glass | v: husky, coarse (i wrote a description of their voices here)

accent: b: british (contemporary rp). posh. | v: understated french accent and some british intonations.

speech mannerisms: b: formal. use of esoteric terminology. avoidance of slang and curse words. will use british english regardless of location. | v: casual. adopts slang and cusses in language of choice (i.e. french)

anything else to add?  b: office mom. | v: trash corpo.

#⚘ ˚◞ dash games ◞ . #𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 :「 vez landry | headcanon 」. #𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 :「 brianne landry | headcanon 」. #(( b = bri | v = vez )) #(( two diametrically opposed corpo sisters tbh )) #𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 :「 headcanon 」. #⚘ ˚◞ headcanon ◞ 𝒾 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇. #⚘ ˚◞ headcanon ◞ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

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Paranormal Roomate

Cw: hurt/confort (none of the things my s/I says actually happened)

Summary: Jerico finds out shes sharing her house with someone unsual.

Only mutuals allowed to rb.

-> for this fanfic, I use the AU and visuals of "krosrios " on Instagram. (Aka. Dark//danny//Dan is older than me and the oldest of the feng.ton siblings)

Taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifehenrycooldown

Okay this was weird.

Jerico swears she had put that glass somewhere else, but whatever. Maybe she just imagined it.

Calmly painting away, she almost doesnt notice the sounds of heavy stepping. She stops, and tries to see if they come from outside. But then theres only silence.

"Weird" she thinks, to then shrug, and Keep painting.

Unbeknownst to her there was something going on, a local ghost decided it was a good idea to mess with her, scaring her with loud noises or weird sounds, footsteps.

Jeri at one point got used to it, to the point of talking directly to the ghost itself.

--I need to study, Keep it quiet!-- she said to the air, to then Open up her note books.

And what do you know, the ghost actually complied.

This ghost didnt seem to interact with her besides scaring the daylights out of her or eating food out of her fridge. But today was the exception.

Jerico closed the door of her house a bit too hard, locking it and leaving the keys on its usuall spot.

She threw her bag and jacket on the Office hair and plummeted in the bed. Letting out a loud sigh.

She curled up under the blankets, tears soon to follow as she hugs herself, and sobbs heavily.

She felt the weight of two muscly arms wrap around her waist behind her, something solid against her back. Shes too busy crying her eyes out that she doesnt freak out, only lean in the touch.

A soft and faint aquamarine glow catches her attention, she turns her head and is met with a heavily muscular Man, white flowing hair in a ponytail, red eyes and light Teal skin, wearing a black turtleneck and leather pants with combat boots.

The ghost clears his throat,after some seconds of silence he asks, almost in defeat-- What happened?

Jeri looks up at him, puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying, she just says--Bad day..

He sighs and pushes her head against his chest, body curling against her own in almost a protective manner.

--wanna talk 'bout it?-- The ghost said.

--...I dont know where to start...-- she made a pause, tanking a deep broken breath--remember that test I was studying for? I failed it, then there was so Many loud noises, ive heard them all day, someone poked fun at my insecurities....--she sniffed, the ghost Man looking down at her.

He says nothing and only hugs her tighter, anger in his chest directed at the person who dared make her feel bad.

--Easy...ive...ive got you now..-- he whispered against her hair, feeling her relax, still quiet.

They spent twenty minutes like that, in absolute silence.

--So youre the ghost that has been terrorizing me for months huh?-- Jeri asked, a faint tone of joking present.

--Hey..it never gets old-- he replied with a smirk, sharp fangs poking through his lips.

--Youre quite good looking-- jerico said off handedly-- I imagined you being like...a sheet ghost?

His flaming hair puffs up, cheeks turning a Darker shade of Teal-- Sheet ghost? Really?!

--hey! I dont know how ghosts look like!-- Jerico deffended herself, still joking.

He snorted-- well, cant blame you, I know for a fact that you dont like scary movies...you dont have any idea how ghosts look like

--that fact being that youve been living rent free in my house?

--i -- you-- he sighed-- youre the only one that lets me stay...

--Yeah I know..this house feels empty when im the only one living here...-- Jerico agreed.

--Uh..thanks for lettin' me stay..-- He looked away, awkwardly-- Figured you could use my name...Im Dan..

--Nice to meet you, Dan, im jerico

He chuckled thinking "dork"-- you better now?

--Yeah, thank you

--Dont mention it, hey...--his tone became softer-- ill make you some tea, you just..stay here..

--never thought the ghost who liked to scare the living shit out of me would take care of me like that

--You grew on me, youre too sweet-- Dan answered-- 'sides, if youre sad I cant scare you

--Haha, I like you too, dan-- jeri added sarcastically

He let out a happy "hmmpht" and flew through the wall to the kitchen.

Of course he knew how she liked her tea..., hes been living with her for months.

Though, a part of him was happy that he finally spoke to her, he didnt thought that he would get a crush on her when he first started scaring her. But she was very sweet, and a good person, and he couldnt help himself.

Jerico meanwhile had time to process what just happened. She grew fond of this ghost living with her, but now she had the smallest crush on him. I mean. He was very handsome.

Since then, Dan and Jeri became best Friends, and roomates, sort of.

Turns out, the beefy ghost was good at cuddling, and it didnt take long before Dan realized she had a crush on him. So, one night, they cuddled up in the sofá with some blankets and drinks, watching a movie, she was sitting on his lap, Back to his chest, both wrapped in a big blanket.

--Hey...-- he said, a bit scared-- I like you...

--Like you as in...*like* you like you? Romantically?

He looked away-- Uh- yeah..

Jeri made a pause as if she was processing what she just heard-- well..thats good..because I like you too..

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, to then move to her lips and kiss her with all his strenght, which was a lot..

Jerico kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

--I love you-- he spat out without thinking, love overwhelming Him.

--I love you too...-- She replied leaning in for another kiss. The movie becoming more of a background noise now...

#👻😈💚🖤| dark//danny

[natalilwerewolfknight]

Name : Natalia Kiara Lykaios

Species  : Werewolf

Age(Chronological) :632

Age ( Physical) : 23

Hair color: abundant

Hair length: medium

Hair style  : Straight with her bags swept to the side.

Eye color  :Emerald  green

Height: 5'4

Weight: 187

Skin tone: Tan

Personality: She doesn't trust others easily and will be rude to people who disrespect her and will not take bullshit form anyone no matter who it is . She will stand up for what is right and is not afraid to fight for what she believes in. She is also not afraid to speak her mind . She can be very blunt and not be afraid to chew others out when they are in the wrong.  She has a very short temper and can be very stubborn.  She is hardworking and will get what ever job she is given done.  She has a strong will that is not broken easily.  She is also very rebellious and will not fallow orders to well . She is kind and will protect the ones she cares about and others who can't protect them selfs . She doesn't show off her emotions very much but once you get really close to her you will sometimes see through her .she is a loner and likes to be alone most of the time but will put up with being around her friends . She is very aggressive with people she dont like. She has the habit of cussing alot .she is also very sneaky perosn but that's only when she needs to be . She is not one to back down form a fight either and is not afraid to kill either. She will also pick fights with people she doesn't like.  She is very wise for her age and has learned alot of things throughout the time that she has been around.  She has seen lot of death throughout the centuries so it doesn't bother her unless it is someone she is close to or an innocent perosn being killed .She has her own code that she lives up to . She hates bad vampires and kills them to keep them form harming others .  She is very adventurous and impatient . She is very impulsive as well. She also gives people middle fingers when they are asseholes to her. She can be very bossy at some points and get straight to the point. She also dose not really trust others that easily it takes time for her to fully trust you

Friends : Elektra Natchios, Logan howlett, Jhonny blaze .

Birth place : Athens

Stats : used to be Princess of Athens

People she hates: Victor creed, William Stryker , Deacon frost , Quinn,  Dracula and The hand .

Likes : Reading  , Wrestling, being outside , drawing , fishing,  camping and hanging out with friends.

Dislikes : Asswholes , Cheaters , liers  , murders,  evil beaters,  rapistes  , racism , serial killers, sexual predators who go after kids .

Favorite colors: dark blue , red , black

Last favorite color: Pink and purple

Favorite flower: rose

Scent  : Pine trees and strawberrys

Cloths style : she wears a short sleeve shirt that is blue with a picture of a dragon on it and blue Jean's with combat boots.  She has a leather jacket on as well along with a dragon dogtag necklace .

Father: Marcus

Mother : Olivia

Heritage: Greek

Favorite music : rock

Favorite food : Steak and hamburgers

Favorite TV shows : NCIS and nash bridges.

Job : Vampire hunter

Crush:Eric Brooks aka Blade or it depends on the rp

Voice type: she has a very soft tone of voice but when she is mad it goes deeper .

Accent : Greek

Languages she speaks : she can speak English, Greek , Italian and Laitan .

Powers: she can turn into a werewolf . She also has heighten senses, superhuman strength, superhuman reflexes, Superhuman agility, superhuman speed , Healing factor , Retractable claws and teeth.

Skills: expert swordsman, Marksman , knows a little bit of marshal arts , Expert tracker, Knows how to survive in the wilderness , good at riding on horseback and fighting on horse back . She knows how to Smith her own weapons .

Tattoos : she has a tattoo of a wolf on her back and a wolf howling at the moon on her shoulder.

Priceings:None

Weakness : Sliver , Wolfsbane , Decapation, Fire , High-pitched noises.

Hero or Villain: Anti hero

Things that she finds annoying: pepole who talk to much , when others ask her to many questions and being told what to do.

Quotes she goes by : always expect the unexpected , when life gives you lemons throw them at somebody. Never give up no matter how tough things get. There is always a light through the darkest tunnel.

Extra: she also use to be a knight .

Bio : she was born in Athens in Greece to king Marcus and Queen Olivia. She grew up being taught how a princess but really never took in the lessons to heart . She was always very rebellious and went her own way. She also never wear dresses .she always preferred men's clothes which both her mother and father did not approve off . She would also sneak out to take sword lessons form one of the knights named Sir lance. When Natiala got older and into a teenager she became Sir Lance's squire even thought her father disapproved of it but her mother sported her on her choice . Years later when she turned 21 she become a full knight . Six months later her kingdom was attacked by vampires many innocents died that night including her parents which struck her hard with grief and wanting revenge for what had happened she many not of been that close to her parents but she still loved them. The very next night she began to head out when Sir Lance stopped her form leaving he told her that she would not stand a chance against the vampires that attacked her kingdom the way she was but he could help her . Natalia not knowing what he was offering agreed fo let him help her . Sir Lance then turned into a werewolf and bite her on the shoulder which resulted into her becoming a werewolf.

Weapons: Sword , bow and arrow , Guns , hunting knives, and throwing stars .

Them song : The anmial I have become by there days of grace.

Cloths during vampire hunting : she uses her knight armor.

Favorite drink: Orange soda

Favorite sesson: Spring and fall

Favorite moive: Steven kings the shining

Favorite books : Harry Potter, Wings of Fire , Lord of the rings and the Inheritance cycle.

Favorite place to be : Natalias favorite spot to be is In the woods.

Birthday: October 31

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Social Class: Middle

Morality: She gose by the code of Chivalry

Least favorite food: Spinage and Bruslespourts

Least favorite drinks: Black coffee

#blade rp #marvle #horror rp #role play #my ocs

[zerozeroren]

31, 37, and 54 please!

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I'm way too meek irl to be like that XD but if I had to choose, my Jaws t-shirt, grey jeans, black eco leather jacket and combat boots (they say "never give up" on the sides :D oh and maybe a black peaked cap that is technically mine but my husband likes to steal for his iconic vintage postman look XD

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase. I can put stickers there

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Sometimes people just wanna talk. Nods and "ohs" in response are okay, they're only seeking an ear ready to listen and nothing else. For them, even a perfect stranger (aka me) will do if they (me) are patient enough to not bail out immediately. I'm not sure what it is, a desire to be heard or a desire to speak up? I'm assuming it depends on the person.

Related to this, sometimes people want to talk to you specifically to humiliate you. They're here to feel better about themselves by bringing down someone who can't push back, and it gives them sick joy. For just a bit, they have power over you, and they milk this fleeting moment as much as they possibly can. The "customer is always right" mentality is a shield they use to not be accused of toxicity and abuse.

[siennaditbot]

I made Mighty sad so here's something to make him happy :> Ye those are my puppies, Cosmo (Elara in the fic) and Nova (babified)

Also why is Mighty so weird? Might have to make a slight redesign to better deal with his shell. This is the easy cheat way, but it bothers me so much lol. Could make the shell thinner and go along his back, idk.

Also realized I haven't drawn either of these in ages. Briar the Chipmunk and Silver aka Flower Boy!

Love the mood here, they're dancing to "Love grows", that song fits Briar's vibe perfectly <3 ("Love grows where my Rosemary goes")

Also revamped Briar's wardrobe, she's a yellow summer dress, leather jacket and combat boots kinda gal <3

#SDB art #mighty the armadillo #cosmo the tibetan spaniel #aka! #elara the tibetan spaniel #nova the tibetan spaniel #silver the hedgehog #briar the chipmunk #i'm so in love with briar and silver's vibe here <33 #also rosemary for the gardening side of things is 👌🏻