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perenlop · 2 months
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whenever i rant about jn pls imagine a banner on every post i make that says "GOH IS FINE I LIKE HIM"
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kirillkaprisun · 1 year
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was anyone gonna tell me that my homonym now plays for the canucks or was i supposed to find out by randomly tuning in into the pre-game show
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stromer · 1 year
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lame goal. we will move on
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idknhlstuff · 2 years
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Global Series - I hate Berlin but I hate NA teams in Europe more
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thrakaboom · 1 year
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@tuxedkitt watching the defensemen do nothing to assist the goalie: so they're just not helping her?
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shellyshellshell · 30 days
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The Love You Want: Part One
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Attn: Okay sooo I said I wasn’t gonna but I did 😬 Story of my life lol. I am doing something different and trying an OFC so bear with me here. Her name is Cordelia also known as Delia, Cordie, CJ, and Dilly (this one is Sy’s only tho).
Also a bit of a change up, she actually refers to him by his first name, Eric. But overall I’m excited about this new story and hope y’all enjoy!!!
Attn 2: The title was inspired but a Sleep Token song. Yes I’m obsessed, forgive me, but here’s a link if anyone is interested:
Word Count: 1,973
Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander
Summary: You run into Eric after ten years of not being in contact and he realizes you have a child together.
Warnings: Much angst… all the angst. I’m sorry 😬
It was a day like any other for Cordelia Alexander, or Delia as she was mostly known as. It was the beginning of summer, and she and her daughter had just left the softball field. Currently they were doing a quick run to the Piggly Wiggly to grab a few groceries before they headed home. “Mama, can I get some more grapes?,” ten year old Lainey asked. “Lainey Beth you are gonna turn into a grape,” she chuckled in response. “Is that a yes?,” Lainey smiled. “Yes, of course you can have some grapes baby,” Delia replied before her little girl snatched up a bag and placed them in the cart.
“Whatcha thinkin’ for supper LB?,” she then asked. “It’s Tuesday, Mama. You already know,” Lainey told her. “Taco Tuesday?,” she questioned knowingly as Lainey nodded her head enthusiastically. “Alright then. Next question is what kind of tacos?,” Delia continued as she grabbed some tomatoes and lettuce. “Chicken for sure,” she said as she helped her mom bag up the produce. They made their way through the store grabbing the ingredients along with a few other odds and ends before ending up at the meat coolers.
Delia was so involved in finding a decent pack of chicken tenders she didn’t see who had happened upon the two of them. “You want some burgers tomorrow Lainey?,” she asked distractedly. “Mama,” Lainey whispered garnering all of her mother’s attention. “Who’s that man staring at us?,” she asked. When Delia looked up she was pinned in place with those eyes… The eyes like the ocean, the same eyes her daughter had. “Um… I—,” she stammered. “He looks like me. Is that…,” Lainey trailed off.
Lainey had asked about her father in recent years and Delia hadn’t lied about what happened. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was right after graduation. She’d called and told him that she needed to see him, and had something important to tell him. Delia tried to keep her voice steady as she held the positive pregnancy test in her hand. “That’s good darlin’ because I got somethin’ I need to tell you too,” he’d replied. She met him down at the creek. It was the their favorite spot since they were children. When she got there he embraced her before placing a kiss on her lips.
“Eric I—,” she wavered. “I enlisted,” he blurted out. “You what?,” Delia asked in shock. “I enlisted Dilly,” he repeated, and she felt like she was losing her mind. “But… but,” she stammered. “I know it’s short notice,” he said. “Short notice? You didn’t even discuss this with me,” she said becoming frantic. “I know darlin’. It’s just.. I thought it’d be easier this way. I go for basic week after next then I’ll be gone. I just feel like I have to, you know? My dad and grandpa both enlisted,” he continued. “What about me? Us?,” Cordelia asked him. “Don’t feel right askin’ you to wait. Doesn’t seem fair. Y- you should go on and live your life Dilly. Forget about me,” he told her. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Please tell me you’re jokin’,” she yelled.
He moved to touch her shoulder and she move out of his reach like his touch might burn her. “You promised me you’d always love me. You’re a liar Eric Syverson,” Delia said feeling her lip quiver. At that point she turned and walked away and let the tears fall freely. He didn’t ask what she had to tell him so she didn’t offer. All those years ago, Delia figured if he didn’t want her anymore, he surely wouldn’t want a baby, and she’d just figure it out on her own. Now standing here with his glassy eyes going from her to their daughter, it was almost too much to bear, so she threw the ground beef into the cart and bolted.
When she’s loading the groceries into the back hatch of her Traverse Lainey speaks. “Mama, was that my dad in there?,” she asked, painfully wise beyond her years. “Yeah baby it was. I— honestly I dunno how we hadn’t run into him before now or had some nosey little old bitty go tattling to him about how much y’all look alike,” Delia replied honestly. “It’s okay, Mama. I— I don’t think I’m ready to meet him today anyway. Can I get in the car?,” she asked her mom. “Yeah, of course,” Delia said, feeling unbelievably overwhelmed. She heaved the case of gatorades and water in before closing the hatch and turning to put the buggy into the return.
Delia got quite the start when she realized Eric was standing right there waiting. “Why didn’t you tell me?,” he asked. Delia blows a raspberry through her lips, not ready to have the conversation that’s been ten years in the making. “When was I supposed to tell you Eric? When you told me you were deploying ooooor when you told me to move on with my life? Because it’s kinda hard to work in, “By the way I know you don’t want me anymore, but my birth control failed and now I’m pregnant,” amongst all that,” she huffed. He looked down at the ground and Delia swears she sees a tear fall as he shakes his head.
“You know I heard you had a kid, but when I did I figured you’d done what I said. Went on and found a good man, had a family. I didn’t realize she was mine. If… if I’d known—“ he said before she cut him off. “You would’ve stayed with me out of pity? Like that’s so much better,” Delia said, venom dripping from her voice. She knew he’d hurt her, hell she’d been in therapy over the years to cope with everything, but what she didn’t realize was how bad it actually still hurt. “You’re wrong,” he replied softly. “How? How am I wrong? You didn’t love me anymore. You—,” she carried on when his eyes came alight with anger. “I NEVER stopped lovin’ you Dilly. I didn’t want to leave you behind, but I was just a big dumb fuckin’ idiot. Didn’t have a damn thing goin’ for me. I wanted better for you. As soon as I left, I knew I’d fucked up. Leavin’ you behind was the worst mistake of my life, and now it’s just that much worse,” he said desperately as his chest heaved.
“Don’t call me that, and there’s no way…” Delia said, feeling a tightness in her throat. “No way what? That I still love you? That every moment of every day all I can think about is bein’ with you?,” he said, pained expression etching his features. “It’s been ten years Eric. People change. I’m not… I’m not who I used to be, and I’m sure you aren’t either,” Delia replied. Her heart feels like it’s in her throat and in her stomach all at the same time. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear from him, but it’s just far, far too late. There’s no way he could actually still love her.
“What happened when you told your parents?,” he asked. “They put me out. I went to school, got my RN, came back here, started working at the local walk-in clinic, and got a little apartment for Lainey and me. We have a house now, but in the early years I couldn’t afford one,” she shrugged. Delia caught him grimace. “They put you and Lainey out? Lainey’s her name?,” he asked. “Lainey Beth Alexander, and yeah. They put me out when I was still pregnant. You know how they are. They never gave a shit about me anyway. They weren’t about to start then,” Delia replied.
“You go have her all alone too?,” he asked. “I had my best friend Patrice with me. I’d say I traumatized her, but she’s got three kids of her own now so I guess not. She was there for me when— Through it all. Still is,” she told him. “Dilly I am so sorry. I should’ve been there,” he said, voice cracking. “You didn’t know, and I’m not upset about it,” she said, surprising him. She’d always been so forgiving, even when people didn’t deserve it. He shook his head. “I am. I should’ve never left you behind, a- and now I’ve missed so much with you… with Lainey. Can I meet her?,” he then asked. “She’s not ready Eric,” Delia let him know. He nodded. “She knew didn’t she?,” he asked. “Yeah, and I can’t lie to her. I never have,” she replied.
“Does she hate me?,” he asked softly. “I wouldn’t do that,” Delia snapped. “I know, but still. If I were her, I’d hate me,” Eric said softly. “She doesn’t understand why I didn’t tell you, but she’s just a child. She’s never faced heartbreak. If anyone, she’s likely gonna be angry with me before it’s over. I can handle it,” Delia said with certainty. “You look good Dilly,” he then tells her. Cordelia thinks about how she looks right now. She’s got her long, dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, definitely needing to be washed. She’d forgone her contacts today and had on her glasses. Her dark green eyes likely looked as tired as she felt since she had on minimal makeup. She’d woke up late, and was short on time. Then she was still in her scrubs, having gone from the clinic straight to the softball field to meet Patrice and her husband Elijah with all the kids for their games. She was sweaty, and at least twenty pounds heavier than the last time they saw each other, though she was still smaller than Eric. Then she looked up at him.
Really it was him who looked good. His soft curls were buzzed off, but he was sporting a thick beard that made him look like such a man it should be illegal. He looked bigger than she remembered too. Definitely so much thicker than he’d been when they were eighteen. Delia pushed the thoughts away. “Thanks,” she mumbled, not really meeting his eye. She couldn’t afford to get flustered. She couldn’t fall back into those old feelings, the ones she’d been harboring all of these years. She couldn’t handle having her heart broken by him a second time. “Can I get your number so we can keep in touch about Lainey?,” Eric then asked her. “Sure, where’s your phone?,” she asked. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. Delia took the phone with shaky hands and added her number. “There you go,” she said as she handed it back to him. “Thanks,” he replied.
He took her in, wanting to wrap her up in his arms so badly. It had been so long and yet it felt like time had hardly passed. She was just as beautiful as ever, but looked just as broken as the day he’d told her he had enlisted. Now knowing it wasn’t only the loss of him she’d been mourning killed him. “Dilly—,” he said, moving closer. “Please don’t,” she said holding her hands up. He nodded lightly before backing away, although his every instinct screamed at him not to. “I guess I’ll be seein’ you around then,” he replied dumbly. “Yeah…,” Delia trailed off. She stood there stunned for a moment before getting in the car and putting it in reverse, and for the second time, Eric Syverson watched his whole life just walk away. But this time things were different. HE was different. He wanted to know his daughter, to be with the woman he loved.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself while pulling out his phone, dialing the one person he could always call on. “Hey, Walt. You home?,” he asked.
Part Two
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heyidkyay · 6 months
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Oh my god now you’ve got the image of G and Birdie with a little baby girl into my head… you can’t not write it now! I’d love to see maybe them introducing their baby girl to the rest of the band… or anything else you can come up with 🤣
I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | The aftermath
A little snippet:)
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My due date was March 23rd. Which meant that George would be getting quite the birthday present (if the baby had perfect timing) and that they’d most definitely be an Aries, which were two things I couldn’t quite get behind, but something G was ecstatic over. 
Matty had been hoping the little one would arrive a little late, two weeks late to be precise, just so that he could get one over on George and have the baby share something in common with him instead. He really had been an absolute sweetheart throughout the entire pregnancy, but my God was he pushing it trying to get me to extend the absolute hell I’d endured. 
I’d gone through almost every symptom pregnancy had to offer, from day one I’d felt absolutely vile and then when my second trimester had rolled round I’d had to deal with Braxton Hicks, an undeniable appetite (I’d felt like an actual monster), and dizziness that rivalled anything I’d ever felt before. Including the time when I’d been hit by a fucking car. 
Still, all of Matty’s efforts appeared in vain now seeing as though I went into labour on February 13th, five whole weeks before I was even due. 
To say I’d shit myself would have been an absolute understatement. I was fucking terrified to give birth, let alone that early, and to make matters worse, George had been set to play a show, which meant that he’d had no idea my water had broken until I was high as a kite on fucking gas and air, and he was finally off stage. But thankfully, I’d also been at work and Delia had been the one to walk me through the whole process, we’d headed straight to hospital, due to the fact that I should not have been going into labour this prematurely, but also because she was afraid I was going to give myself a sodding aneurysm simply down to the amount I was panicking. 
But who could blame me?
Anywho, the whole thing seemed a bit small in comparison to when I finally did give birth. We’d been blessed with a tiny, little baby girl- 7 lbs 4 ounces and with a head of thick unruly hair. But before George and I could even get a look in the doctor had told me to start pushing- again.
“They’re coming along quite quickly now, just a few more deep breaths.” 
“You what?” I ask the man in scrubs settled between my legs. Baffled wasn’t even a word I’d begin to use to describe the emotions that hit me right then, having thought I’d heard him wrong until I saw the alarming look on George’s face.
“We need you to push, you can already see baby’s head.” A midwife informs me, ushering George to once again take my hand, to comfort me. He does but he’s caught in a daze. 
“But, but I just did that bit.” I say, mostly stunned, delirious almost for a moment. 
“I know, and you did wonderfully. But baby two isn’t too far behind.” She replies, smiling down at me sincerely even as her attention diverts between a handful of other people stood in the delivery room. 
Her words seem to startle G back into reality, “Baby two? As in twins?”
“Twins! What the hell do you mean, twins?” I feel dizzy once more, head darting between the nurse beside me, G, and the doctor who’s seen a little too much of my insides for my liking. I think I start mumbling then, rambling off a ton of questions, a mile a minute, to anyone and everyone who will listen. Twins. “Are you sure? Twins?”
The nurse laughs, not unkindly, then nods, “Definitely sure, even saw it for myself.”
I’m still not really pushing, too confused, too stunned to really do much, in truth. “Are you having me on? Is this a prank?”
She appears to realise G and I aren’t messing about here and I watch on, frozen, as her whole demeanour shifts before my eyes, “Yes, sweetheart, twins. You really didn’t know?”
I shake my head and am just beyond grateful that George is here with me, holding my hand so tightly that I can truly feel it start to numb- because, what?
Things seem to take a turn then, the entire atmosphere in the room drops when beeping starts up and lights start flashing worryingly. The doctor at the other end of my bed is coaching me through it again, his voice high and harried almost, and I know then that something’s wrong and that it’s all my fault.
“What’s going on?” I ask, eyes immediately snapping over towards the nurse standing beside me but she’s gone, fiddling with the oxygen machine behind my head and then the heart monitor. “G, what- what’s happening? Are they okay? The baby. Are they?”
“You need to push. The baby is losing oxygen, we need to get them out as quickly as possible.”
My heart plummets. I start to panic. It’s my fault. My fault. I’m doing it wrong. I’m to blame. It’s all my fault. I’m messing up and they’re not even really here yet. I’m doing it all wrong.
“We need you to push harder.”
“Breathe.”
“Come on, mum. We need you to really push now.”
“That’s it.”
“Birdie, it’s alright. You’re okay, love. The baby is okay. You just need to push a bit more. Just a little longer, okay?”
I feel my head move- nod?- but the room is spinning, I reckon I’m screaming too. Sobbing, even. My mind so focused on the baby I hadn’t even known I’d been housing, let alone created. My baby. 
Two babies! Two.
I let out a loud groan. Barely even aware of the careful fingers on my temple. 
“Good girl, B.” George whispers to me, lips pressed against my cheek as he brushes hair from out of my face. “You’re doing so well. So good.”
I cry harder, I push harder.
Time seems to have stilled in its entirety, the minutes won’t move, the seconds don’t count. I am lost in this moment, my mind screaming at me to just try harder. 
“And it’s a boy!” I finally hear and then I’m weeping again, crying and clinging to George before he too is dragged away from me by nurses to cut the umbilical cords. I stare up at the ceiling, unable to do much else, chest heaving, thick tears streaming down my cheeks, and all I hear is an overwhelming buzz. The kind I’d grown so used to, starting in my left ear before it soon echos in my right. Jumping, back and forth.
“A boy, Birdie. A boy and a girl.”
I blink and George is there again, hovering over me. He takes my face in his careful hands and holds me so close that we are nose to nose. I realise then he’s crying too.
“Twins.” I whisper breathlessly, every inch of me burns, but I itch to get up, to move and see them.
“Twins.” George repeats with just as much disbelief. “Twins, B. Ours.”
A baby boy, he’d told me. A tiny thing, so full of surprises. He was born smaller than his sister, an even 6 lbs and only ten minutes behind, but his eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen, huge and so very innocent, placed between a scattering constellation of tawny freckles that dot his cheeks and kiss his lids. 
A girl and a boy. All ours. 
I’d been taken with them both the moment I’d set my sights on them, ‘the twins' people had dubbed them. ‘Let’s go see the twins!’ ‘The twins are finally crawling!’ ‘Somebody grab a camera, the twins are being cute again!’
Never did I ever believe I’d have a family of my own, let alone a husband or these two beautiful beings that always seemed to stare back up at me with an incredible amount of innocence. It stirs something deep within me each time they do, both the thought and the very sight of them, and when their tiny little hands wrap their way around my fingers I know that I’ll never feel this type of love again. I don’t think I could even begin to describe it.
They are beautiful and they are ours, and I know from the very bottom of my heart that I will protect them until the day that I die. Because, how could I not?
How could anyone not?
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disturbnot · 7 months
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“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!
tagged by: @silentchamp tysm i LOVE dash memes :D
tagging: you!!! yes you reading this! i think most of my mutuals have already done this nsdfjkh
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THE BASICS
Name: Ash Satoshi Ketchum Age: 37 Birthdate: 22nd May 1986 Species: Human (with a very large question mark) Gender: Cis male Orientation: Gay Profession: Pokémon trainer; world champion (part-time), Pallet House barkeep/line cook (part-time). Chosen one and pokémon whisperer (full-time).
PHYSICAL FEATURES
Hair: Black, reflecting teal hues in some lights. grey hair at the temples. thick, soft in texture. almost fluffy. Eyes: Vivid brown; molten amber. Skin: Tanned, tattooed on both upper arms and his back. Head-scratchingly free of scarring. Height: 6' 1" / 185cm Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg; built for strength, endurance, and eating one hell of a lot; very muscular beneath a soft layer of fat.
FAMILY
Siblings: None by blood. Raichu is his brother in bond. Parents: Delia Ketchum (mother, landlady of Pallet House), Tony Ketchum (trainer, missing as of winter 1991, presumed dead). Grandparents: Kazuko Toyoshima (maternal grandmother, decased), Siba 'Bruno' Toyoshima (maternal grandfather, fighting master), Zaniyah Ketchum (paternal grandmother, Anahua region guardian), Robert Ketchum (paternal grandfather, deceased as of 1979). Other Relatives: Necalli Ketchum (paternal uncle, Anahuan artist & tattooist), Ella Ketchum (aunt by marriage, Kalia region gym leader), Yolotli Vargas (paternal aunt, Anahuan anthropologist and archaeologist), Ixchel Vargas (cousin, model), Rafa Ketchum (cousin, exploudcloud rapper), Professor Kukui (father figure/uncle, Alolan professor and wrestler), Professor Burnet (aunt figure, Alolan professor), Rei (cousin).
SKILLSET
A legendary pokémon battler, known for his creativity, ability to improvise, and be generally unpredictable; Ash also has a knack for getting completely in tune with most pokémon. Tried and tested wilderness survivor, knows how to mountaineer, build a damn good campfire, and at one point he even knew how to astronavigate before things started getting... well, that's another story for later. Ash is also a passable cook, having been taught by his mother, and although Ash lacks his father's virtuosity, he is reasonably competent at playing guitar and harmonica, as well as having a naturally pleasant singing voice.
Ash has also fostered a whole variety of other aura-based skills and powers, but maybe ... I will keep all of that for its own lore dump. :)
TRAITS
Positive: Kind, independent, curious, generous, selfless, passionate, imaginative. Negative: Reckless, not in control of his emotions, impulsive, lacks self-discipline. Neutral: Defiant, stubborn, deeply sentimental, irreverent, sarcastic.
LIKES
Colors: Ocean blue, deep red, pine green. Smells: Still night air, ocean breeze, woodsmoke, food sizzling over a fire, the electrical smell of Raichu's fur, the aromas of a matsuri late at night, his laundry when his mom does it. Textures: The duvet interior of a good sleeping bag, the ambient buzzing sensation of stroking Raichu's staticky fur, Rapidash fire, Pacalaca wool, Lugia's hide when dry, cool glass or metal, holo-touchscreens, warm fresh dough. Drinks: Water, beer, hot chocolate, Kantonian whisky.
EXTRA DETAILS
Smokes?: Plenty. Drugs: Only weed now. Driver License: Yes, but I don't think he's driven in well over a decade. He prefers to sit and chill in his dad's old car, completely stationary. Been Arrested?: You know it.
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thencd · 9 months
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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:
Pride: Ves Lucifarian / Vesta Lyle (1984)
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The first of the seven sins, but pride always comes before the fall, and vanity is only a pleasure for the vain.
"I am perfection personified."
Name
Full Legal Name: Vesta Diana Lyle
First Name: Vesta
Meaning: Probably a Roman cognate of 'Hestia', which is derived from Greek 'Hestia' meaning 'Hearth, Fireside'
Pronunciation: VEHS-ta
Origin: Roman Mythology
Middle Name: Diana
Meaning: Means 'Divine, Goddesslike', a derivative of Latin 'Dia' or 'Diva' meaning 'Goddess'
Pronunciation: die-AN-a
Origin: English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Romanian, Catalan, German, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Norwegian, Russian, Ukrainian, Bulgarian, Estonian, Lithuanian, Polish, Czech, Slovak, Armenian, Georgian, Roman Mythology
Surname: Lyle
Meaning: Derived from Norman French 'L'isle' meaning 'Island'
Pronunciation: LIEL
Origin: English
Aliases: Ves Lucifarian, The Princess of Pride, The Prideful Princess, The Vain Vixen, The Vainglorious Vixen, The Vixen of Vanity, The Princess of Pride Ves Lucifarian, The Prideful Princess Ves Lucifarian, The Vain Vixen Ves Lucifarian, The Vainglorious Vixen Ves Lucifarian, The Vixen of Vanity Ves Lucifarian
Nicknames: Ves, Vessie, V, Princess V, Vixen
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 32
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Race: European (Human)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: August 5th 1952
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Christian
Native Language: English
Spoken Languages: English, French, Spanish, Latin
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Leo
Theme Song: 'You're So Vain' - Carly Simon (1972-)
Voice Actor: Rosamund Pike
Singing Voice: Kirsty McColl
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Blackpool, Lancashire, England
Current Location: On The Road
Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York, USA
Hometown: Brigg, Lancashire, England
Appearance
Height: 5'6" / 167 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Dye: None
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: 1
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)
Scars: None
Clothing Style: Preppy but Athletic
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possible ADHD)
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian
Relationships
Allies: Bon Lucifarian, Nadia Lucifarian, Kat Lucifarian, Anna Lucifarian, Nora Lucifarian, Syn Lucifarian, Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Lord Alfred Hayes, Mr Fuji, Dynamite Kid, George Steele
Mentor: Damo Lucifarian (Damocles Lyle)
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Damocles Lyle (62, Father), Phyllis Underhill (63, Mother, Née Peak), Persephone Lyle (57, Step-Mother, Née Marsden), Wayland Underhill (64, Step-Father)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Mercury Lyle (41, Half-Brother), Eris Kimberly (38, Half-Sister, Née Lyle), Neptune Lyle (35, Half-Brother), Quirinus Lyle (29, Brother), Enyo Judd (26, Sister, Née Lyle), Saturn Lyle (23, Half-Brother), Echo Horton (20, Half-Sister, Née Lyle), Ulysses Lyle (17, Half-Brother), Echidna Lyle (14, Half-Sister), Vulcan Lyle (11, Half-Brother), Doris Lyle (8, Half-Sister), Puck Underhill (23, Half-Brother), Calypso Harden (20, Half-Sister, Née Underhill), Gareth Underhill (17, Half-Brother), Atalanta Underhill (14, Half-Sister)
Siblings-In-Law: Erato Lyle (42, Mercury's Wife, Née Kellogg), Pluto Kimberly (40, Eris' Husband), Eos Lyle (36, Neptune's Wife, Née Jones), Electra Lyle (30, Quirinus' Wife, Née Jackson), Remus Judd (28, Enyo's Husband), Elara Lyle (24, Saturn's Wife, Née Hughes), Tatius Horton (22, Echo's Husband), Cassandra Underhill (24, Puck's Wife, Née Heath), Arthur Harden (22, Calypso's Husband)
Nieces & Nephews: Demeter Hill (21, Niece, Née Lyle), Adonai Hill (22, Demeter's Husband), Christos Lyle (18, Nephew), Delia Kimberly (18, Niece), Jesus Lyle (15, Nephew), Daphne Lyle (12, Niece), Messiah Lyle (9, Nephew), Cynthia Lyle (9, Niece), Satan Lyle (6, Nephew), Cora Lyle (3, Niece), Yahweh Judd (6, Nephew), Circe Judd (3, Niece), Beowulf Lyle (3, Nephew), Athena Underhill (3, Niece)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Great Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hell Itself
Trainer: Damo Lucifarian
Managers: Damo Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1972
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Trickster
Stables & Teams: The Lucifarian Family (1972-)
Regular Moves: Over The Shoulder Arm Drag, Forearm Smash, Leg Sweep, Chokehold STO, Keylock, Diving Somersault Evasion, Coronation (Neck Wrench), Lineage Ender (Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop), Lion's Den (Crucifix Pin), Family Pride (Leg Trap Sunset Flip Powerbomb)
Finishers: Mirror Smash (Shooting Star Knee Drop), Flowing DDT, DDT
Refers To Fans As: The Prideful, The Prideful Ones, The Vain, The Vainglorious, The Vainglorious Ones
Commentary Name: The Prodigal Daughter
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Backstory: Vesta 'Ves' Lyle grew up in a broken home, her mother an alcoholic gambling addict, her father a workaholic smoker. At the age of 10 Ves decided to follow in her father's footsteps, and by age 18 she made her debut in the British wrestling circuit. Ves, having the upmost trust in her father, made the decision that he would manage her, and thus the first sin joined the King's 'court of demons'.
Trivia:
Vesta's personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though
Vesta's the type of person who makes sure every little detail of her matches and promos are perfect, to the point that she will control what other people do/say, down to the moment/way it's said/done
Vesta's the leader, the brain and the mouth of the group, due to her control over the others
Vesta is arrogant, articulate, demanding, diplomatic, nagging and polished
Vesta is an excellent planner and an excellent speaker
Vesta plans out her matches and promos, going over them several times to make sure they're perfect
Vesta pushes people away by being too controlling
Vesta has to look and sound perfect, or else she won't show herself or do promos
Vesta relies on her father's (Damocles') money, even though she's perfectly capable of paying for everything herself
Vesta likes: Her father (Damocles), Road trips, Purple, Fish and chips, Holidays, Competitions, Highland Cattle, Cloud gazing, Orchids, Mirrors, Sunsets, Leather jackets, V-neck shirts/jumpers, Seashells, Lavender scented candles
Vesta dislikes: Her mother (Phyllis), Deep water, Flying, Black Pudding, Wasps, Rugby, Arguments, Neon green, Sunflowers, Thunderstorms, Broken glass, Baseball caps, Vodka, Motorcycles, Gossip, Fairy Lights, Gambling
Both Damocles and Vesta were born in August, as they are the only (non-kayfabe) members of the same family within the main 8, and the dates were chosen to make them both Leo's, that being the zodiac sign represented by a Lion. Lion's traditionally symbolise: courage, nobility, royalty, strength, stateliness and valour
Vesta especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele, because of his very messy style going against her perfectionist views
Vesta's 'Lion's Den' Crucifix Pin is named that due to the idea of being trapped in a Lion's Den, unable to escape
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Left: Vesta in 'Human form' (With her natural brown eyes)
Right: Ves in 'Demon form' (With purple eyes)
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All About My Self Insert/OC/Whatever Ya Wanna Call It (Long Read)
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(Yeah, yeah, I’m reusing a drawing, sue me)
Alias Name: Psychodelia “The Girl of Transcendence” 
Name: Layne Starr Richards
Age: 22 
Gender/Sexuality: Female/Bisexual 
Height/Weight: 4’10/85 lbs (148cm/38.5kg)
Languages: English/Japanese 
Religion: N/A. Atheist
MBTI: ISTJ
Race/Nationality: Irish/American
Favorite Color: Pink
Species: Superhuman
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Villain and Anti-Hero
Cringy Silly Cool Catchphrases: 
"Coming my way?" … 
"Won't ride my psychedelic waves?" … 
"Eye can see you~”…
Uses a lot of 60s slang like: "far out, man", "flower power", "freaks me out", "switched on", "groovy", "right on", "sock it to me" etc… (Talk about an old soul lol!)
PERSONALITY: 
An important facett about her personality is that she is a wildcard. Chaotic, if you will. Depending on the circumstances, she can be bubbly and caring, or violently unhinged. Her villainous infamy is trademarked by small-scaled, various violent crimes and the unique power of inducing her victims into permanent delirium. She'll steal the things she wants, destroy property for the thrill of it, seek cruel vengeance, get into petty fights that may or may end up with a homicide charge, and go along in whatever supervillain plans her husband wants to do. 
However, she is not pure evil. In fact, there are times she will play the anti-hero when protecting the few people she deeply cares about. Ironically, though, her most brutal and enraged side comes out when protecting or avenging others, going even as far as torture. In a nutshell, she is capable of absolute hatred and absolute love. Another tid-bit is that she isn't inclined to harm small children and especially the elderly. They're her soft spot. She is also a firm believer of respecting elders, and that bleeds into her relationship, as it is a part of the reason she behaves moderately submissive to him. If given absolutely no other choice, she will cast away her limitations, and will harm anyone and anything in defense. 
Delia into mod fashion and all things about the Swinging London era. She could tell you all her favorite iconic fashion icons and photographers. She would very much do away with her American citizenship to permanently live in England if given the chance. If she wasn’t living with Mod, she’d take the leap. She likes to say she keeps it groovy. She’ll happily throw on a record of her favorite British Invasion boy band, particularly The Animals or The Beatles, and bust out some gogo dance moves in her carefully polished boots. She’s always enthusiastic to learn something new about 60s/70s culture and British culture from Mod. She also enjoys girly-girl things, like cute animals, plushies, sweets, cheesy romance movies, etc. On the other hand, she can be masculine in the sense of gleefully downing a bottle of straight vodka, cursing like a sailor, and having a vulgar sense of humor. Courtesy of growing up in a rough area. She does try to behave more lady-like around Mod. She’s real easy to please, as she can’t help but make it glaringly clear what her favorite things are.
She is an introvert- and also autistic, hence the obsessive and odd behaviors and of course explains the introversion. She prefers keeping a small social circle and having routine. She’d rather have a party within her own home with a friend or two- or even by herself. If she can, she likes having time to recharge after some action. She consumes a lot of caffeine to keep up the mental energy, and Mod’s extroversion and aiding in his work, which in turn makes her an insomniac. She masks her obvious dark circles and overall frail look with makeup and flashy outfits. When she does finally go to bed, usually when she gets cranky, she throws on a comfy robe and socks, and crashes. God help anyone that disturbs her sleep. Often Mod has to berate her to go to bed, and sometimes helps her get into a relax state to be able to do so.
She is somewhat a Yandere. She will kill for him and eliminate any “competition”. Jealousy is not something she takes lightly. I say somewhat yandere, because while she is more obsessive than the average significant other, and again, would hurt others for him, she doesn’t hold the common yandere tropes of isolating her partner, stalking, kidnapping- whatever sort of thing that disrespects his boundaries.
Due to her past abuse from other men and being a repressed romantic her entire life, the thought of losing him is one of the few fears she still has. This can be of a flaw, however, in that she has trouble regulating her emotions in an event he is harmed by someone, or in active trouble, or another person tries to swoon him.
She showers him with compliments, giving him gifts, and doing favors for him such as preparing tea and cleaning. In turn, this feeds Mod's ego, his mad desire to be adored. On the other side of the coin, it is heartwarming to his usually cruel soul. There is a specific, special feeling for him because he doesn't have to use mind control, or even be dashingly young, to receive affection. He doesn't have to make a show for her- although she does rave for his theatrics. He is secure in the fact that she is a faithful partner. 
She feels that she owes him for bringing her a form of happiness she never got to have. She is eternally grateful to finally have a man to fill that lonely hole within her and respect her as a person. 
SMALL BIT OF THE LORE + SUPERHUMAN STUFF:
Grew up in the midwest America, far away from Jump City, in another city where the chaos of giant monsters crushing buildings and superheros are a rarity. The worst comes from the usual human behavior. It is much poorer, with gray skies, a real rough area, but brimming with all sorts of different faces and subcultures. Like most up and coming villains, she was faced with repeated abuse in the past. The trifecta of verbal, sexual, and physical abuse. In effect, she developed a very timid nature, suffering with PTSD. She only went outside unless she absolutely had to. She yearned to be able to speak her mind and stand her ground. She yearned the most to find a warm lover, but, of course, was avoidant of seeking such a thing since she was completely jaded. Over time, a strong feeling of rage and severe distaste for certain people brewed within her, but never was to be lashed out. 
Despite all these issues, she still carried a degree of happiness and engaged in the things that made her feel as such. And enthusiastically she did. She especially enjoyed collecting things, jamming out to music, having a few drinks, smoking the occasional joint, and watching lots of television. A highly hedonistic youthful girl. Small and short pleasures to mask the emptiness.
At age 18, during a cold winter, she discovers Mad Mod on a mock tv series about the Teen Titans and becomes smitten by him. She went ahead and researched everything she could get her hands on about his real life counterpart. He had been an infamous villain for decades, so there was no shortage of information. She day dreamed of being with him, made artworks, and owned collectibles. She was viewed as odd for being a fan of a villain instead of a hero like everyone else. 
Two years later, at age 20, on one fateful night, she decides to dabble in psychedelics as another new pleasure to indulge. She tries out special mushrooms. But mistakenly consumes an extreme heavy dose, sending her down a deep trip full of hallucinations that lasted for days. She goes on a deep reflection of herself, opening parts of her being that she did not want to face- particularly her crippling fear of the world and the emotional pains of her past. She was also propelled to open up her darkest desires- a need for strength, a need to be able to defend herself, a need to sadistically punish those who dare wrong her with a smile, a need for absolute freedom to do what she pleases- nobody being able to overpower her anymore. 
This metaphorically and literally opened her third eye. Her brain became chemically altered by the drugs, unlocking psychic abilities and bringing her insanity full-force to the surface. With her eye, hidden under her bangs, it gives all those cool psychic senses. These senses being: lie detection, danger detection, she cannot be surprised (in example, someone cannot sneak up behind, she'll sense someone is near), and she can read clear emotions, even if someone is trying to hide them. She is not powerful enough to predict the future. EDIT: I suppose she technically can, but it's by a few seconds at best. Ex: Yanks someone from stepping out in the road a moment before a car races by.
Another part is that with the tap of her eye, she can summon it into a staff-like form. It is dubbed The Ultraviolent, and it certainly lives up its name. This staff can shift into multiple different weapons. 
The strongest ability is that the eye of the staff, if made contact with another pair of eyes, and if she directly wants it to happen, can induce an acid-like trip that makes her enemies trapped in an intense and permanent state of delirium. To paint a better picture: paranoia, vivid hallucinations (hard to fight if you're feeling bugs crawling under your skin or believe there's a creepy figure standing in the corner!), incoherent thinking (aka confusion), slurred speech, etc…. That is her go-to power move, if she feels like a quick death isn't enough justice. 
A couple of other things it can do: shoot out laser beams, along with her regular eyes. If spun around and slammed down, it can create a shock wave. This is a very limited range and strength, though. It cannot knock down large buildings, but can leave cracks in the street, destroy things like trees and portions of homes, and certainly knock a group of people back. As for the weapons she can shift UV into, they are: a sword, a dagger knife, a metal bar that can give electric shocks if switched on, a handgun, and a shotgun. These work like any other ordinary gun or sword. 
And none of these can be used by others. It is connected to her. It is but a hunk of junk in other hands. She can also levitate it back to her via telekinesis. She cannot use telekinesis for anything else.  
Since it is essentially a body part, the eye moves along with the other two. It hurts if her third eye gets poked with anything. If any of her eyes are hurt, even as simple as getting dirt or soap in them, she will become blind for a certain amount of time. Ranging from a few seconds up to a few hours. Obstructing her vision in any way such as being in a pitch-black room or having a blindfold on, can render her powerless. To help with this, she typically wears glasses and places a protective lense on third eye. Of course glasses can fall off and lenses can shatter, so it isn’t full-proof. 
Another weakness is she is sensitive to certain sound frequencies. It "short circuits" her brain, causing searing pain to her eardrums, and knocks up her powers while the sound rings. If the sound goes on for too long, even if it stops, she will have swift "brain zaps" that cause physical tics and screw up both her psychic senses and ordinary human senses. The taste of sweet ice cream could register as tasting like a moldy apple. She could accidentally fire out a laser or bullet. This happens at random. Eventually it goes away, just like her blindness. 
And another strength is that she is immune to mind control. A), It’s not an ordinary mind (ya know the whole psychic thing), and B), her mind has already been warped- so it cannot be manipulated any further.
That's about it.
Shortly before the change, she had begun writing letters to Mad Mod while he was in prison once again. And shortly after the change, she felt empowered enough to scheme a way to break him out and finally meet him. She hadn’t completely fallen in love with him yet, she viewed it as a fangirl and her idol situation- or more so did not realize she truly was until she spent some time with him. The mission was difficult and chaotic, nonetheless, it was a success. That was the start of their meeting. Don’t be mistaken, their history had quite a few heavy bumps in the road before she could win over his heart. But that’s another story for another day ;)
Thanks for reading all the way, if you did. I haven't done an essay in a long time, so hopefully this was worded well enough.
I consider this a work of fiction and non-fiction because what good is a "self insert" if you don't insert parts of your real self hmm? Don't worry I'm completely harmless and not as insane in real life. Probably best I don't step into the DC universe, though 👀 Unfortunately it is also real that I am that absurdly petite. Mod's gonna have to pull out a stepping stool if he wants me to plant a kiss. 
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D.U.D.E Bios: Florencia Marino / Flo Marino
The Mother of Lust Flo Marino (2020)
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The mother of Billie, Florencia Marino, is the proud mother of eight children. Florencia is a wrestler and a trainer, being part of the eldest generation of female wrestlers in the Marino family.
"Rule two of wrestling, always be prepared for a real fight."
Name
Full Legal Name: Florencia Encarnación Marino (Née Palomo)
First Name: Florencia
Meaning: Spanish feminine form of 'Florentius' which is derived from 'Florens' 'prosperous, florishing'
Pronunciation: flo-REHN-sya
Origin: Spanish
Middle Name: Encarnación
Meaning: Means 'incarnation' in Spanish
Pronunciation: eng-kar-na-SYON
Origin: Spanish
Surname: Marino (Palomo)
Meaning: Derived from the given name 'Marino' which itself is the Italian and Spanish form of 'Marinus'. 'Marinus' comes from the Latin word 'Marinus' meaning 'of the sea' (Palomo: Means 'Pigeon, dove', from Latin 'Palumbes')
Pronunciation: ma-REE-no (pa-LO-mo)
Origin: Spanish (Spanish)
Alias: Flo Marino
Reason: Ring name
Nicknames: Flo, Flor, Florence, Encarna, Encarnita
Titles: Mrs, Ma'am
Characteristics
Age: 58
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Race: Human
Nationality: Cuban
Ethnicity: Hispanic / Latino
Birth Date: April 9th 1962
Symbols: Doves, Coral
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Native Language: Spanish
Spoken Language: Spanish, English, Portuguese
Relationship Status: Married
Astrological Sign: Aries
Theme Song: 'Oh ¿Qué Será?' - Willie Colón (1982-)
Voice Actor: Sandra Santiago
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba
Current Location: On the road / Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba
Hometown: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba
Appearance
Height: 5'7" / 170 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Dye: None
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 3
Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Friends: Linda May
Colleagues: Too many to list
Rivals: N/A
Closest Confidant: Yago Marino
Mentor: Fátima Palomo
Significant Other: Yago Marino (57, Husband)
Previous Partners: None of note
Parents: Ildefonso Palomo (88, Father), Fátima Palomo (89, Mother, Née Abarca)
Parents-In-Law: Jacinto Marino (80, Father-In-Law), Gloria Marino (81, Mother-In-Law, Née Verona)
Siblings: Hipólita Varano (55, Sister, Née Palomo), India Ungaro (52, Sister, Née Palomo), Jennifer Turchi (49, Sister, Née Palomo)
Siblings-In-Law: Kilian Varano (56, Hipólita's Husband), Ladislao Ungaro (53, India's Husband), Moreno Turchi (50, Jennifer's Husband), Sabas Marino (60, Yago's Brother), Karina Marino (61, Sabas' Wife, Née Turati), Tercero Marino (54, Yago's Brother), Leocadia Marino (55, Tercero's Wife, Née Trucco), Ramiro Marino (51, Yago's Brother), Mar Marino (52, Ramiro's Wife, Née Tivoli), Pastor Marino (48, Yago's Brother), Nieves Marino (49, Pastor's Wife, Née Tafani), Olegario Marino (45, Yago's Brother), Obdulia Marino (46, Olegario's Wife, Née Scarsi), Nicanor Marino (42, Yago's Brother), Perpetua Marino (43, Nicanor's Wife, Née Scarpa), Jair Marino (39, Yago's Brother), Quiteria Marino (40, Jair's Wife, Née Savona), Heliodoro Marino (36, Yago's Brother), Regla Marino (37, Heliodoro's Wife, Née Rotolo), Gonzalo Marino (33, Yago's Brother), Sagrario Marino (34, Gonzalo's Wife, Née Ronchi), Facundo Marino (30, Yago's Brother), Trinidad Marino (31, Facundo's Wife, Née Poggio)
Nieces & Nephews: Nicanor Varano (35, Nephew), Urbana Varano (36, Nicanor's Wife, Née Necchi), Vega Pisani (32, Niece, Née Varano), Agapito Pisani (33, Vega's Husband), Omar Varano (29, Nephew), Ximena Varano (26, Niece), Porfirio Varano (23, Nephew), Adoración Varano (20, Niece), Quintín Varano (17, Nephew), Begoña Varano (14, Niece), Reyes Ungaro (32, Nephew), Candelaria Ungaro (33, Reyes' Wife, Née Pierno), Delia Ungaro (29, Niece), Salvador Ungaro (26, Nephew), Elvira Ungaro (23, Niece), Toribio Ungaro (20, Nephew), Yaiza Ungaro (17, Niece), Ulises Ungaro (14, Nephew), Zoraida Ungaro (11, Niece), Vincio Turchi (29, Nephew), Fe Turchi (26, Niece), Wenceslao Turchi (23, Nephew), Griselda Turchi (20, Niece), Xavier Turchi (17, Nephew), Haydée Turchi (14, Niece), Yair Turchi (11, Nephew), Inmaculada Turchi (8, Niece), Zoilo Marino (40, Nephew), Jessica Marino (41, Zoilo's Wife, Née Piazza), Leyre Pesaro (37, Niece, Née Marino), Narciso Pesaro (38, Leyre's Husband), Baldomero Marino (34, Nephew), Mara Marino (35, Baldomero's Wife, Née Pecora), Nydia Pavone (31, Niece, Née Marino), Octavio Pavone (32, Nydia's Husband), Che Marino (28, Nephew), Olivia Marino (25, Niece), Duilio Marino (22, Nephew), Piedad Marino (19, Niece), Evangelista Marino (34, Nephew), Reina Marino (35, Evangelista's Wife, Née Parodi), Sarai Orsini (31, Niece, Née Marino), Valeriano Orsini (32, Sarai's Husband), Fidel Marino (28, Nephew), Teodora Marino (25, Niece), Gael Marino (22, Nephew) Vera Marino (19, Niece), Hermenegildo Marino (16, Nephew), Xiomara Marino (13, Niece), Israel Marino (31, Nephew), Aitana Marino (32, Israel's Wife, Née Notaro), Belén Marino (28, Niece), Jaime Marino (25, Nephew), Caridad Marino (22, Niece), Kevin Marino (19, Nephew), Desamparados Marino (16, Niece), Laurentino Marino (13, Nephew), Esmeralda Marino (10, Niece), Maikel Marino (28, Nephew), Felicitas Marino (25, Niece), Pablo Marino (22, Nephew), Gregoria Marino (19, Niece), Quique Marino (16, Nephew), Herminia Marino (13, Niece), Rosendo Marino (10, Nephew), Irene Marino (7, Niece), Samuel Marino (25, Nephew), Javiera Marino (22, Niece), Telesforo Marino (19, Nephew), Lourdes Marino (16, Niece), Vidal Marino (13, Nephew), Maristela Marino (10, Niece), Wilfredo Marino (7, Nephew), Natalia Marino (4, Niece), Yeray Marino (22, Nephew), Olvido Marino (19, Niece), Aitor, Marino (16, Nephew), Pilar Marino (13, Niece), Baudilio Marino (10, Nephew), Remedios Marino (7, Niece), Clímaco Marino (4, Nephew), Socorro Marino (1, Niece), Dagoberto Marino (19, Nephew), Thais Marino (16, Niece), Emigdio Marino (13, Nephew), Virginia Marino (10, Niece), Fortunato Marino (7, Nephew), Yesenia Marino (4, Niece), Gonzalo Marino (1, Nephew), Zaida Marino (16, Niece), Hermes Marino (13, Nephew), Almudena Marino (10, Niece), Inocencio Marino (&, Nephew), Beatriz Marino (4, Niece), Jerónimo Marino (1, Nephew), Carina Marino (13, Niece), Leandro Marino (10, Nephew), Divina Marino (7, Niece), Manolo Marino (4, Nephew), Esperanza Marino (1, Niece), Natanael Marino (10, Nephew), Flora Marino (7, Niece), Olegario Marino (4, Nephew), Gabriela Marino (1, Niece)
Children: Bienvenida Marino (37, Daughter), Urbano Marino (34, Son), Judith Ibarra (31, Daughter, Née Marino), Quirino Marino (28, Son), Natividad Marino (25, Daughter), Macario Marino (22, Son), Rosaura Marino (19, Daughter), Isaac Marino (16, Son)
Children-In-Law: Hortensia Marino (35, Urbano's Wife, Née Lozano), Xavier Ibarra (32, Judith's Husband)
Grandkids: Emperatriz Romero-Marino (17, Granddaughter), Antonio Huerta-Marino (14, Grandson), Triana Santos-Marino (11, Granddaughter), Lorenzo Marino (14, Grandson), Paz Marino (11, Granddaughter), Casilda Ibarra (11, Granddaughter)
Great Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Bayamo, Cuba
Trainer: Jacinto Marino, Gloria Marino
Manager: Yago Marino
Wrestlers Managed: Yago Marino, Quirino Marino, Urbano Marino, Judith Marino, Natividad Marino, Macario Marino, Rosaura Marino, Isaac Marino
Debut: 1982
Debut Match: Flo VS Gloria. Flo won via pinfall
Retired: N/A
Retirement Match: N/A
Wrestling Style: Grappler
Stables: Los Marinos (1983-)
Teams: Los Marinos (Flo & any other family member)
Regular Moves: Suicide Dive, Springboard Moonsault, Snap Suplex, Frog Splash, Somersault Senton, Running Shooting Star Press, Corkscrew 450 Splash, Pendulum Backbreaker, Falling DDT, Belly to Back Suplex, Flying Neckbreaker, Reverse Frankensteiner
Finishers: Double Underhook DDT, Fall Forward Single-Underhook DDT
Refers To Fans As: My Children, Mi Hijos
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Backstory: Florencia Marino (Née Palomo) of the 'Los Marinos' wrestling family. Florencia married into the family, marrying Yago 'Yeray' Marino and becoming 'Flo' Marino. She is not one of Damien's Hounds, but willingly let her children become Hounds.
Trivia: Nothing of Note
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Mewtwo and the Flower: Denial and Pudginess
With not a single cloud in the sky, the sun beats down unimpeded. But, a gentle breeze blows from the forest attenuating the sun’s heat to a much more comfortable feeling. Both Mewtwo and Delia are out in the garden tending to it and removing weeds. She wipes her brow and tells Mewtwo, “I think we got all the weeds out now.”
They both stand back and admire their handy work. Their admiration is cut short by a growl from Mewtwo’s stomach. Delia laughs, “Hungry now aren’t we? I know you’ve been eating a lot more recently.”
Mewtwo responds, “I’ve just been taking care of myself more. I’m just hungry, ok.”
“No need to get defensive,” Delia raises her hands, “You earned it, just look at how nice the garden looks now.”
Mewtwo heads inside to prepare himself a sandwich. Delia follows to make herself her own lunch. He grabs some bread from the bread box, a tomato, an avocado, and some ham slices. He lightly toasts the bread and slices the tomato. Everything is normal until Delia witnesses Mewtwo pour a quarter of the bottle of maple syrup onto the sandwich.
Delia just blankly stares for a moment before asking out of both confusion and intrigue, “Do you have enough on there?”
He asks, “I’ve seen you slather food with syrup before. What’s different about this?”
She clarifies, “On pancakes and waffles, Mewtwo. People don’t just put maple syrup on everything. Ok maybe Newtwo, but also that’s a lot of maple syrup, even compared to Newtwo. Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t found her just eating sugar cubes yet.”
They both continue to stare at each other for a few seconds before they both go back to making their meals. Moving on from the awkward maple syrup discussion, Mewtwo finishes making himself two abominations he claims are sandwiches and Delia makes herself a simple salad. They sit down to eat and enjoy their food.
Newtwo walks in a few minutes later with Huey and Lucario in tow. While making lunch for herself and the others, her eyes are fixed on Mewtwo’s stomach. Eventually, he notices her staring and asks, “Is something the matter?”
Newtwo snaps out of her stare, “Yeah, you just seem a bit pudgier than before. It’s like you’re eating for two.”
He snaps back at her, “For the last time, I am not pregnant! It's a healthy weight! And shouldn’t you be a bit proud that I’m eating properly?!”
Delia also defends Mewtwo, “It’s better than how he was before, always dehydrated and practically starving.”
Newtwo steps back a bit but takes one more jab at Mewtwo, “Well even if you were pregnant, I don’t think we’d be able to tell.”
Mewtwo gets up from his chair and punches Newtwo right in the solar plexus. He leaves, going into another room.
Delia just looks at Newtwo on the floor clutching her stomach and scolds her, “You know, for such an intelligent pokémon, you can be pretty dumb sometimes. You’re the better one with emotions than he is, you should know better.”
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Mewtwo stands on a scale. He tries to read the numbers but they are partially blocked by his stomach and a little blurred from the tears starting to well in his eyes. From the tops of the numbers, he makes out that the scale reads 285 lbs. He sighs and prods his belly with a finger. The tears build up even more as he rushes outside and sulks under the tree in the backyard.
Back at the table, Delia sees Mewtwo rush to the backyard trying to keep his composure but failing. She gets up from her seat and demands, “Get up off the floor, you’re going to go apologize to him.”
Huey asks, having witnessed all of what happened, “What’s wrong with uncle face?”
Newtwo gets up still holding her stomach, “He’s just being dramatic like when I used to be before I had you.”
Huey’s eyes light up, “Huey’s going to get a sibling?!”
Delia interjects, “Wait, Mewtwo is pregnant?”
Newtwo responds, “Yeah, it’s kinda obvious. He made tea from a weird flower a while ago. Do you really think he’d eat this much of his own fruition? And he’s been eating sweet things. He hates sweets.”
Delia pauses to think, “That does make a lot of sense considering his recent behaviors, but you should still apologize to him.”
Newtwo sighs, “I just want what’s best for him and the baby.”
Delia agrees, “We all do. He’ll come around eventually one way or another and we’ll be there to support him.”
The four of them walk out to Mewtwo under the tree. Delia stands back with Huey and Lucario and signals for Newtwo to talk to Mewtwo. Newtwo stands in front of Mewtwo and starts to apologize, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying or how’d you feel.”
Mewtwo doesn’t say anything and looks off in a different direction than her. Newtwo picks up that she hasn’t gotten through to him yet and continues, “I didn’t actually mean what I said earlier. I just… I care about you. Can you forgive me?”
He finally faces her and sighs, “Fine, I forgive you, but only because that punch was really satisfying.”
Newtwo smirks, “I’ll take it, now come here you.” She sits down next to him, putting an arm over his shoulder and pulls him in close.
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poison-shark · 2 years
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Priscilla ‘Cece’ Gertrude Waldron ~ Cuckoo
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Affiliations: Red Hood (Mentor), Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, Signal, Oracle, Spoiler, Black Bat, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Alley Cat (OC)
Base of Operations: Gotham City, Lives with Her Aunts for School
Attire: Cuckoo; Brown Leather Jacket, Light Grey Dress with an Assymetrical Hem, Salmon Bulletproof Vest With a White C in the Center, Dark Brown Bulletproof Tights, Black Gloves, Black Knee High Combat Boots, Two White Utility Belts with a Thigh Holster, Red Goggles That She Sometimes Forgets At Home, Backup Black Domino Mask With Red Eyes, Hair In Pigtails; Civies; Sweaters, Button Downs, Shorts, Overall Dresses, Spinny Skirts,Fun Socks, Colorful Boots, Think Bright Academia, Hair Always in a Variation of Two Braids or Pigtails; School Uniform; Black Sweater Vest With Red Argyle, White Button Down, Red Tie, Red Skirt, Mis-matched Red and Black Socks, Black Oxfords with Red Painted Doodles
Age: 14
Height: 4’10”
Weight: 90 lbs
Gender: Female She/Her
Sexuality: Pan/Demi she’s figuring it out
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Student at Sorkin School of the Arts (Writing Scholarship), Vigilante
Family: Delia Phyllis Quinzel (Mother), Trevor Chase Waldron (Father (OC)), Harleen Francis Quinzel (Maternal Aunt), Pamela Isley (Aunt via Marriage), Lucy ‘Lulu’ Delia Quinzel (Maternal Cousin/Foster Sister), Lily ‘Lil’ Phyllis Isley-Quinzel (Soon-To-Be Maternal Cousin (OC)), Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother), Macbeth (Pet Hyena Pup)
Friends: Frog Rana (OC), Calixta Estrada/Alley Cat (OC), Damian Wayne, Jon Kent
Enemies: Joker, Punchline, Stitches (OC), Most of the Gotham Rogues Gallery, Rene Malone (Student), Rajnish Brice (Student)
Abilities: Quick Study, Gymnast, Escapology, Fast Reflexes (From Softball), Fast Runner, Skilled with Bludgeoning Weapons, Great Aim, Throwing, Explosives Enthusiast, Persuasion, Negotiation, Detective (Training From Red Hood, but building blocks were there), Deception, Disguises, Stealth, Hand to Hand Combat (Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Red Hood), Gotham Street Fighting (Harley Quinn), Skilled Medic (Poison Ivy, Alfred) Immune to Poisons and Toxins (Poison Ivy), Amateur Mechanic (Red Hood), Skilled Writer, Piano, Excellent Forger, ADHD
Weaknesses: ADHD, Anxiety, Dyslexia, Bad at Secret Keeping, Insecure, Competitive, Jealous, Allergic to Math and Computers, Thinks Tim is Cool, Anger Issues, Underestimates Herself, Doesn’t Trust Her Own Knowledge, Uses the Batkids as a crutch during battles, Inexperienced, People Pleaser, Actually Allergic to Shrimp
Weapons: Fists, Utility Belt, Baseball Bat, Birdarangs, High-Level Explosives, Rubber Bullet Pistol, Combat Knife, Grappling Hook, Marbles
Favorites: Green, Sandwiches, Lemon Bars, Those Over The Top Milkshakes, Jane Austen, Writing, Reading, Theatre, Movies, Piano, Ren Fairs, Weapon Construction, Fireworks (Making and Watching), Explosives, Gymnastics, Softball, Cartoon Violence, Wordplay, Embroidery, Matching Outfits with Her Friends, Watching her Aunt’s Roller Derby Matches, Gardening With Her Aunt, Studying and Training With Red Hood, Book Club, Volunteering at the Animal Shelter On Saturdays, Robin
Dislikes: The Joker, Criminals with Bad Reasons, The Gotham Mental Health System/Arkham Asylum, Damian Wayne (For Now), Rich People, Her Dad, Eggplants, People with Fake Service Animals (What’s Wrong With You)
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jumaanboruto · 2 years
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Ash is 5′10″. He gets his height from Delia’s side, though he might have been even taller if he didn’t have a 13 lb. Pikachu on his shoulder for his entire adolescence. 
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