#someone give her a lastname

[kumquatpoo]

WHAT IF!!!!! doug moved in with clyde post season 4 (since doug got kicked out of his house by jenny slate) and clyde got kinda lonely so!!!!!!! Also clyde keeps natalie portman and he just takes Benadryl or something

#clyde oberholt #house of lies #kelsey once again no lastname #someone give her a lastname #she deserves one

[bethanydelleman]

Western culture seems to be moving further and further away from formality. I'm in my 30s now and I don't think I've ever requested that anyone call me "Mrs. Lastname" and rarely am I addressed as such. My children call their teachers at school "Mrs/Mr Lastname" and they use "aunt/uncle/etc" but that's about it. And while I don't really think about it much in everyday life, there is something very interesting about formal modes of address that is lost.

In Jane Austen, we see characters say and even think in formal terms before they establish friendships/relationships, in Mansfield Park Fanny Price for example, staunchly sticks to "Miss Crawford" even when Mary starts to call her "Fanny". Fanny is maintaining distance from someone she doesn't like, even in her head! She also is offended when Henry takes the liberty of calling her "Firstname" before she has accepted his proposal. He says he thinks of her as Fanny, which clearly distresses her. We also know that Edmund considers Henry Crawford a close friend because he calls him "Crawford." (not Mr. Crawford)

Marianne very rapidly drops Willoughby's "Mr." in Sense & Sensibility, and he even calls her Marianne, which leads everyone to suspect they are engaged. Yet though it seems acceptable for the Dashwoods to call Edward by his first name because of their family connection, Elinor only says his first name in her head and to her sister, not to him. She maintains this social distance until they are engaged.

I don't know if I want to advocate for a more formal society because I know I would mess up and offend people. But I love the idea of just saying, "Mr. Lastname" and establishing emotional distance. I love being able to discern the closeness of two people just by how they address each other. And the way it makes a given name all that more precious, something you give not just something you use.

#rambles #mansfield park #sense and sensibility #using a woman's given name #informal societies

[your-girl-mj]

heyy! could you do hcs where the reader is a female and is ganke's cousin and she just moved to brooklyn from korea and then she meets miles at the brooklyn visions academy and miles fell first but she fell harder?? tysm if you will do it!

that's your cousin?? [42 + 1610!Miles × f!reader]

summary: he fell first, but she fell harder. headcanons!

warning: swear words.

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles, he/him for ganke.

created: august 20, 2023

published: august 21, 2023

earth-1610 [miles morales]

he fell first

she was the first thing miles noticed when he got into physics class.

headphone plugged in her ears, the sun from the window shining on the side of her face. her fingers twisting and turning, playing with the pen in her hand as she read a comic book.

baby deer is mesmerised.

miles was in complete awestruck

to the point their teacher told him to sit down because he's frozen in his spot, staring at her.

miles took a seat next to her.

he was awkwardly fidgeting, stealing glances at her every now and then.

he wants to talk but doesn't know how to start :(

at the cafeteria, miles is sitting down brainstorming how he will talk to her.

he didn't expect her to sit right in front of him.

she talked to his roommate in korean, though it was more like they're arguing over the food choice.

she left shortly to fetch something while ganke ate

"hey, ganke. you know the new girl?"

"[name]? yeah, she's my cousin."

"that's your cousin???"

[name] retreated back before he could ask anymore questions

the next day in physics, he sat in the same seat again.

he's writing a script about how he will talk to her and how the conversation would go if he said something like this and like that.

he heard her humming to his favourite song, sunflower; as she sat next to him.

he panicked for a second because [name] knew his favourite song was not on the script

"uh, hey. you like sunflower too?"

boy, he's sweating like crazy when he only received a side eye.

"y'know...the song? heh, i uh, like that song, too..." he's biting the inside of his cheek, wanting the floor to swallow him whole.

"i guess it's not so bad."

that simple comment made his day bright. he looked back, with a smiley smiley face, but wipe it off. like, it's cool. she's cool, he's cool, everything is cool.

"yeah, yeah uh.. it's sounds okay."

[name] hides a snort because she can clearly see how happy he is at something.

"hey, i didn't catch your —"

the teacher shushed him, and it got him embarrassed.

he was doing a good job talking with her, and now he looks like someone who doesn't listen to classes.

he's literally have a :( face.

"[name] [lastname]"

her voice echoed and he's awestruck again, and thinking; "she talks to me again! she likes me too!"

"oh uh, I'm miles. miles morales." he made sure he repeated his first name like those cool dude introduced themselves in action films.

and his uncle aaron used to do that too.

do not even get me to the shoulder touch.

she was by her locker and then closed the door and saw miles standing there, waiting for her.

the original plan in his head is he's gonna do the shoulder touch and then ask her if she wanna hang out after school.

and his prayers are not enough.

"hi?" she looked at him sceptical.

— it was so awkward, and miles made it even worse when he put a hand on her shoulder and made a ... some sort of face at her

"hey."

his one brow is rised, it's like he's smiling but also not?

[name] literally have "??????" flying over her head. and look at him weirdly.

"hey?" she repeated his word in a question matter.

miles felt sad after that because he thought she wouldn't talk to him anymore and that he look so weird in her perspective.

but [name] act like that awkward moment never happen to save miles' whole being.

and he's so grateful for her to do that.

she fell harder

how can she not fall for him? he's an absolute sweetheart!

miles invites her to all his hangouts with ganke

(ganke doesn't give a shit but it bothers him a bit that his roommate have heart eyes for his cousin)

sometimes, he brought to her different places in brooklyn. and even if there's a warning sign, it didn't stop her from going with him.

miles treated her so well it makes her heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM

he always has a hand out to help her up, like she wants to get up and his hand is out.

"let me help you up," was always his dialogue for her.

he also pays for her food.

(she and ganke fought about who's miles' favorite)

(in korean of course. no way they let miles heard it.)

he likes to leave little gifts for her.

mostly it was little notes and drawings.

sometimes it was a freshly picked sunflower, or sometimes he gave her a full-grown [fav.flower]

she doesn't know how he got it in a city but didn't question it.

the fact that miles is just expressing his feelings, [name] feel more and more appreciated.

no boy can ever top miles.

[name] is not used to his act of service.

she refuses, knowing she can handle it herself.

but only accept when he insisted or when he looks disappointed.

miles do it all the time, that it became a routine for him <33

to the point that [name] also got used to his sweet actions and unconsciously sought it T_T

(ganke was force to get use to it)

she noticed she feels more giddy with him

she knew she fell when miles stuttered a few words in her mother tongue.

in her head, she was screaming, "HE LEARN HER LANGUAGE SO SHE CAN TALK EASILY TO HIM"

while miles want to jump off the window by how stupid he thinks he sounds.

miles did so much for her. she always returned it back as well. <33

miles is too flustered to even keep his "cool" demeanour whenever she left little notes like he always do

little cousin is forced again to participate (she made ganke give miles her old art materials that still work)

of course, she finds out he's spiderman.

she wasn't allowed to go to the boy's dormitory and vice versa.

but she couldn't take it anymore when her cousin "borrowed" her comic book and hasn't given back for over 5 months and it's pissing her off because she knew ganke can be careless with her things.

she opened the door unannounced and saw something she shouldn't

miles was trying to take off his suit but is stuck, and ganke is helping by pulling it as well.

[name] awkwardly close the door.

with a flaming crimson face, before bolting to her dorm.

miles is slamming his head repeatedly on the wall.

ganke was a little worried that miles' secret is revealed to his cousin, and she might tell on them

that's not what miles is sulking for.

"she saw me without a shirt on... kill me."

he's so embarrassed, he want to stop existing.

to be honest, she doesn't give two fucks that he's spiderman, she's just angry they didn't tell her

especially miles.

they make up tho <33

their hangouts upgraded from abandoned train vandalism to watching the sunset from the top of a tower.

it was also where they had their first date.

[name] confessed. she did it first before miles for the last second.

he's a little pouty about it because it made him look like a chicken

earth-42 [miles morales]

he fell first

just because he fell first doesn't mean he notice her on her first day.

miles didn't officially meet her in school.

he met her at night. when he was prowler, patrolling.

he saw it with his night vision. a drunk guy was following a girl.

he already know it's not gonna end well.

miles was ready to tackle the guy from the top of the building, but what the girl did was unexpected.

she has a tazer in her hand, electrocute the drunk by his neck.

she watches its body tremble for a few seconds before she lets go.

the drunk's body just fell unconscious with a loud thud

the girl needs things to protect herself too, y'know, especially in a city full of crimes.

miles felt his heart do a small flip.

a smirk under his mask as she watch her walked away like nothing happened.

she's a tough one. feisty. and he's desperate for her number.

but he can't just randomly show up. he'll get knocked out as well, and he doesn't want that.

miles thought he'll never see that girl again, but to his general shock, they sat next to each other in one of his class.

he's pissed at himself for not noticing her much earlier.

miles is also pissed when he saw her and his roommate hanging out, inside and outside school.

he thought they were lovers 💀

he's pissed at himself when he finds out she's ganke's cousin.

"that's your cousin...?"

"yeah, she transferred here for over 7 months now."

"...fuck."

he get that they're not that close but still. he's still his roommate, and he could've told him about his cousin he didn't know about.

and didn't make him listen to broken-hearted songs on repeat.

he learned her name indirectly, which was [name] [lastname].

mister here finds himself searching for her whenever he's on patrol or when he's on a heist with his uncle.

his mask have a search thing where you type a person's name, and then he can detect if they're around the area. (inspired by his uncle's old mask)

it has a history bar, and aaron is shocked to see a girl's name over and over again.

one lucky morning is when they got partnered up, and they both started hanging out.

from strangers to best friend kind of one.

but one of them already have feelings for the other.

and he wishes to stay it that way unless she shows some signs she likes him too.

she fell harder.

every moment she feels herself falling, she's snapping herself out of it.

he's good-looking, of course he is.

he always thought he was scary, especially with the rumours of him being in a fight after his dad died.

he always has this frown in his face, too

her fear of miles made ganke take advantage of it by hiding in his dormitory knowing she will leave because miles will show up in any second

she's mad at him for it. (she didn't talk to him in 4 months)

but when they become friends, she feels a small, giddy feeling inside.

miles treated her differently.

but a good differently. anyone can tell he have a soft spot for her and no one knows why, even [name] herself.

yes, he still teased and was annoying as usual, but the way his eyes softened at the sight of her made her feel content with life itself.

she feels a bit special how miles treated her differently than the others.

let say she read a trope like theirs

she didn't look into it much. she hates that assuming something that will turn out to be wrong, she has false hope this entire time.

that's why she stopped herself whenever they're together.

she still acts like she did with everyone else, but she's a little more open to miles than the others.

she lost it when he suddenly grabbed hold of her shoulder, looking directly in her eyes with an unreadable expression.

"hey." was all he can say, and her face fires up like one of her cells commited arson

"oh, oh shit. uh, hi? what the fuck??" she suddenly blurbs out, jumbled on her own words. "miles, what??? what the hell??"

miles burst out laughing at her reaction, he haven't laughed like that in a long time.

[name] just stood there processing everything. she's flabbergasted.

was that a flirt?? or was she not paying attention for him to do crazy things like that???

after that, she didn't know what just happened or what he ate, but [name] feels like he's flirting.

and she's flirting back, with a little violent action as well.

she smacks him every time he smirks, that literally screams, "you want me so bad."

miles concluded her love language is physical. just physical. (she hits him too much that he feels numb but won't change a thing <3)

few weeks later, they're dating, miles did the shoulder touch, and he swear that will not work (it did) to see if she likes him too or not.

through out their relationship, [name] get easier to be flustered now than before since miles was born a flirt.

this is my first time doing headcanons, so idk if i do it right. snsbsksbei

but i hope you like it! comments and reblog are deeply appreciated. thank you for reading!

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #spiderman #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles morales x reader #spider society #1610 miles x reader #miles morales 1610 #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales fic #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #spiderman 1610 #earth 1610 miles fluff #headcanon #miles morales headcanons #miles x reader #miles x y/n #miles x you

[despairots]

diet mountain dew, ethan landry.

ethan landry x gn! reader

summary: in which, you and ethan chill in your dorm with lana del rey playing in the background.

content warning: none unless you don’t know what swearing is then swearing.

genre: pre ghostface / no ghostface yet, fluff.

authors note: i saw multiple people do this with diet mountain dew x ethan so i tried it out :)

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

someone pulled your headphones off, scaring you making you turn around revealing one of your bestfriends, ethan. “the [name] [lastname] is listening to lana del rey?” ethan joked, giving back your headphones.

you scoffed and jokingly rolled your eyes, “her songs are a banger, what are you on?” he giggled and sat on your bean bag, “your dorm is so nice.” he complimented as you hummed, scrolling through a research.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan watched you intently, a adoring look in his eyes as he saw you lightly smile and your eyes brighten. a small sparkly danced in your eyes, he watched you switch taps, your fingers flying across the keyboards to type.

“i can feel you staring at me, right, eth?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, eyes snapping to anywhere else but you. you turning around in your spinning chair with a smile.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

“if you wanna listen you can. i could disconnect the headphones, if you want.” you offered as he looked at you with those eyes that would make anyone fall in love.

“really?” he perked up, “pft, yeah. i know you like lana.” you laughed and disconnected the headphones, putting the volume loud enough you guys could hear before you turned around again to focus on the thing you were working on.

baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

‘cause we gonna take a ride

i’m not gonna listen to what the past says

i’ve been waiting up all night

ethan grabbed at your chair, forcing you to turn around, “ethan, this assessments due tomorrow morning —“ he rolled his eyes and pulled you up, cutting you off.

“you can do that later. we never hung out before alone, just the two of us.” he said as you looked back at your laptop, him forcing you to look away from it with his on your cheek.

take another drag turn me to ashes

ready for another lie?

say he’s gonna teach me just what fast is

say it’s gonna be alright

“who knew the shy and dorky ethan could do that.” you joked with a small smile, “it’s because we’ve been friends since elementary.” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

the fact is, you two have been longer friends then with the friend group: tara, chad, mindy, anika, quinn and sam. “i know that.” you responded with a slight nudge to his shoulder, plopping onto your bed.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan followed behind, laying in your bed, the fairy lights around your room lighting it up. he saw the small portrait frame of him and you when the two of you were little.

“you still have it?” he took a grab at it, “um, yeah — give it here.” you tried to take it out of his hands, ethan lifting up it from your reach as you crawled on top of him, “ethan!”

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he took the photo out of the frame, flipping the photo behind with slight acknowledgment of it when he realized that you completely gave up and laid on his chest with a heavy sigh.

“aww, i’m sorry, [nickname].” he realized and placed a hand on your back, “fuck you.” he chuckled, hearing your voice muffle into his chest while he took a look behind the picture.

let’s take jesus off the dashboard

got enough on his mind

we both know just what we’re here for

saved too many times

his heart rate fastened, his eyes reading every word that was behind the picture written in small, neat, bold letters. you continued to lay there on his chest with face red and pupils dialled.

maybe i like this roller coaster

maybe it keeps me high

maybe the speed it brings me closer

i could sparkle up your eye

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever

do you think we’ll be in love?

“[name]…” he breathed out looking down at you, “ignore that, it was a long time ago, ethan.” you lied, rolling off him and then shoving your face into your pillow.

“but —“ “ethan, just let it go. it’s embarrassing!” you groaned, ethan chuckling a little, “but i find it adorable.” he commented, your eye peaking up at him a little. “really?” you muttered.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you

diet mountain dew, baby new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he hummed in respond, fiddling with the picture in his head, cheeks dinted and eyes flickering almost everywhere but you, who was just as flustered as he was.

baby, stoppin’ at 7-eleven

there in his white pontiac heaven

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

there was a small chance that you didn’t like him anymore in his eyes, pining for so long ever since you two were 13. young, sure but who gives a fuck now?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

“look, it’s fine if you don’t like me back but i don’t want that to turn put friendship awkward.” you explained, stuttering over a few words with sweat dripping down your nape.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

ethan’s head snapped at you, “what? [name], i have liked you ever since we were 13. you were so smart, and nice, i’ve always looked up to you when we were younger.“ he stammered making you cover your face with your hands.

“i feel the same way.” you mumbled making ethan chuckle at your voice muffling into your hands. he took you hands off your face, his hands replacing where yours were before.

your body relaxed as he leaned forward, your eyes slowly closed, body leaning forward to catch his lips. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, placing your lips on his.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want…

#kaz’s books. 🔭 #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan bailey #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #anika kayoko #quinn bailey #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x gn reader #fluff #lana del rey

[the-joker-of-musicals]

dj propaganda

gay and homophobic. wears a long vest. monokuma but actually charismatic. kills for fun. loves a good eye motif. dies to the power of gay love and autism. like really. has a good southern accent. moans once. the actor who originated the role was on buzzfeed. torments teenagers. has a banging malloy song. has the same energy as grifter’s bone from tma. jumps off of tall platforms. half the fandom simps for him. comes in two flavors: elegant markiplier tumblr sexyman or angry blonde twink in a gamer chair. he is the moment.

marvin propaganda

marvin is a man who wants it all and rarely gets what he wants. he's a greedy patriarchal selfish bastard who grows into an openly loving, funny, charismatic father and lover. he tries so so hard all the time please god someone give him a break. he cheats on his wife and then leaves her for a pretty young thing. he's a gay jewish man in the 70's trying to make sense of how he fits into the world around him. the two seconds of unadulterated joy he feels in the musical are bracketed by everyone hating him in act 1 and fuck-you levels of tragedy in act 2. he's a dick. he's lovely. he's rich. he's not but hell he's smart. he's sweet. he's mean. he is marvin falsettos lastname, divorced, doomed by the narrative, gay and mad about it, a cringefail old man loser. he is the love of my life and the tumblrman of my heart.

#don't stop me #dsm #the dj #falsettos #marvin falsettos #marvin #in trousers #mod post #tjom bracket #round one

[faerun]

okokok my questions. 1) what are the marital practices in this world? multiple partners, one partner, what's a usual marriage ceremony like, are there arranged marriages or are they marriages for love or is it half and half, etc etc...

2) what are the naming conventions? firstname lastname?

3) what's the natural life cycle of these fish aliens? adults at 18 and an average of 80 years, like humans? 800 years? 20?

4) what's the architecture of their societies like? brutalist? abstract? built out of nature?

i'm so curious!!! i love lore so much!!! please share all your thoughts and then some!!! love you!!!

waaaa maia thank you for the questions! these are great, I'll tackle them one at a time.

Marital Practices: I had a whole thing written up about this but all my notes on this world are spread across, like, 4 different note taking apps lol and I can't find it so I'll just write down what I can remember.

In Azurel, there is a concept similar to marriage that's known as 'binding'. To enter into a bond with another is to literally bind your souls and identities together in the eyes of the gods, in both this life and the afterlife. The main difference between a traditional Human marriage and an Azureli binding is the spiritual aspect of it. Whereas marriages are sometimes considered religious ceremonies on earth depending on where you live and how you were raised, all bindings in Azurel are considered to be explicit religious acts and are taken much more seriously than a marriage. To bind yourself to another, you are declaring yourselves to be a single entity in both the eyes of the gods and the law. Bonded couples are legally considered to be one person, and each are entitled to all the other has. As for the spiritual aspect, its said that bonded couples are two halves of one soul, separated somewhere in the place where souls are born that must find eachother again in the physical world. Upon death, the souls are once again reunited and exist as a single entity in the Far Shores, essentially Azureli heaven.

It's considered an especially egregious social taboo to rush into a binding before one is truly ready, and barring extreme circumstances such as abuse, divorce isn't really a thing in Azurel. Once you have declared someone your other half in a religious ceremony, there is (usually) no turning back. For this reason, long courtships are very common in Azurel. It's very common to see couples who have children and have built a life together who are unbound to each other, and these relationships are not viewed as lesser than bonded couples. Binding ceremonies are the ultimate expression of romantic, divine love for another person.

As for the ceremony, it must take place in a sanctified body of water. This can be any body of water, but for most it will be the ocean. Couples are wrapped in strands of seaweed and, after a few words from a priest, couples are then submerged in the water and emerge anew, bound together forever.

Naming conventions: This is an aspect of my world that I have actually yet to flesh out. I'm thinking of something along the lines of a first name, often passed down from an older family member, followed by a name representing the area you were born in, like a city or region name. After that would be the family or clan name of your birthing parent, as ancestry is traced on the maternal line in Azurel. I'll have to give this particular subject more thought and get back to you later!

Average life cycle: The average life expectancy for the Azureli is typically around 125 years, with the longest living person being confirmed to be 152 at the time of her passing.

Life expectancy is dependent on a lot of factors but the most important factor is one's gender. The Azureli people have three recognized biological genders, based on reproduction ability. W'ita, the 'females' of the species, typically live the longest at around 120-140. O'ta, the 'males', live the shortest lives at around 100-115. A'wat, bigender beings that are able to both sire and bear children, are in the middle at around 110-130. There are more biological distinctions between the genders than just reproductive ability but that would be a whole other essay so I'll leave it there for now lol

Architecture: This varies a lot between the regions, and is one of the aspects of their society that I've just started fleshing out! I'll go into more detail about the underground cave cities, where most of the population lives since their ancestors fled there when the surface became nearly uninhabitable several hundred years ago. In these underground cities, homes and businesses are typically either carved straight into the cave wall or constructed from stone and other natural materials. Despite the fact that most structures are plain, unpolished stone, the Azureli people are very into decorating their living and community spaces and frequently paint large elaborate murals, designs, and symbols in these spaces. Because their homes and spaces underground are so utilitarian in design by necessity, they make up for this by making their streets colorful, lively places and filling their homes with cozy, eclectic decorations and furniture. Once I've fleshed this out some more and either drawn or found images that I feel gets this idea across, I can update this post to add those.

once again thank you for giving me chance to share more of this project!!

#worldbuilding project

[shylittlefr0g]

Hello friends.

I have an idea. (From an AU)

I been playing Ace Attorney from a while (I complete the first game and my friend gift me the trilogy, so im playing the other two games) and I still having a hyperfijation with SxF (atleast from now). So, lets combine them.

If you don't play Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, you should play it, I recomend it. (and watch out, because i gonna give a few spoilers about the games and they history).

Let's begin.

Let's explain the characters and WHY I choose them.

Anya Forger (as Phoenix Wright):

- Ex-art student on collage, with a terrible ex-boyfriend.

- She became a lawyer after being saved by Sylvia (the Mia Fey of this universe) and having a crush on the-one-shouldn't-be-mentioned (Damian)

- Terrible lawyer, with a horrible luck, and mostly being save because of someone else or when her two neurons make contact the evidence.

- George (Larry) is her best friend, and in her first trial, she must save his ass.

- She actually doesn't look like a lawyer, because she is poor (?), so she has to use an old suit from his father (the green one) with some arrangement to be from her size made them by her mom (disastrous, but it works)

Damian Desmond (as Miles Edgeworth):

- Traumatized.

- He still having a crush on Anya, but he prefer be punched on the ribs that say "I love you" to her.

- After they first real encounter (the second case) Damian send his butler (Ewen) and his personal tailor to make her a good suit (because he wants that his rival to look presentable on court... Because he hates her!)

- Emile (Gumshoe) is his right-hand man, he trust blindly on him (and that's why when Emile misses something, he cuts his salary)

- Wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, but now he only has traumas.

Becky Blackbell (as Franziska Von Karma)

- SHE HAS A WHIP.

- SHE IS A GIRLBOSS.

- She isn't part of the family Desmond (she conserves her lastname) because she is Damian's cousin who wants to revenge the figure of Donovan Desmond.

- The option B is that Franziska is Demetrius, but i like Becky more because she has a whip and can whip Anya on the middle of the court. Pretty fun character.

- She isn't the bestie of Anya on this universe, but they got respect for eachother (Becky considers that she is a very capable woman and fights to achieve her goals, just like her.)

George Glooman (as Larry Butz)

- Idiot.

- He only could be a cheated, accused of murder, and get away with it, all in at least 24 hours.

- He isn't a big friend with Damian since they were kids and they argued about who is gonna takes Anya's hand to marriage. (spoiler: nobody remembers it clearly, they just hate each other because they are idiots.)

- Like Larry, he ended up being an artist.

Sylvia Sherwood:

- Mia Fey for this universe.

- really intelegent.

- Helped Anya on the past and became her tutor/friend when she decided be a lawyer.

- Still watching Anya since Ken (The Maya of this universe) and her became partners.

- She and Ken are family (aunt/nephew), when she has to keep info, she invites him to eat something. After the first trial, Anya and they were going out to eat, but something happen.

Ken Sherwood (as Maya Fey)

- Took Sylvia lastname.

- symptom of "being at the wrong time and place"

- He was arrested more times that you could imagined.

- Esper still on training. (Always in his hippie-clothes so gets bullied by that)

- Only can use his powers when the situation is crítical. (Only in contact with Mia because she is from his bloodline)

Melinda and Donovan Desmond:

- Melinda (32) was a really good defense lawyer who makes everything to get a Not Guilty sentence. Loved by everyone.

- Her husband, by the other hand, wasn't loved by everyone, mostly because of his tactics has a prosecutor where... Well, you know, cuestionables.

- They had two sons. Demetrius and Damian.

- Melinda was killed by someone non-identified on a elevator. Right infront Damian.

- Since then, Donovan raised his youngest son to be a bastard at court (just like him).

...Play Ace Attorney, pirated Nintendo is morally correct.

#spy x family #anya forger #damian desmond #damianya #becky blackbell #emile elman #ewen egeburg #loid forger #alternative universe #henry henderson #yuri briar #ace attorney #not really #sorry #fanfic #spy x family anya #spy x family fanfiction #spy x family au #franky franklin

[dustbummy]

Modern au

Nerd! Powder x Cheerleader Fem!reader

reader is written to be of any skin color or size.

this is very gay.

Vi is two years older than powder in this one, making her a senior and powder a sophomore. Caitlyn is a senior and reader is a junior.

Reader is down bad.

Small drabble.

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(Name) presses her perfectly manicured nails against the stall door and gives it a light push. Opening the door and revealing herself behind it.

The (haircolored) girl walking quickly through the small tagged arch and towards the sink in front of her. Washing her hands and reapplying her bubble gum pink lip gloss. The girls (colored) eyes connecting with soft grayish blue ones through the mirror. A feeling of bashfullness washing over the girl.

Powder Lucas.

(Name) stares into startled glacous blue irises for a few more seconds before flashing her a quick smile.

The girl behind her immediately looking down towards her chipped fingernail polish instead. (Name) hummed softly, wishing the girl behind her would catch her eyes again.

The bluenette wore paint and oil stained black overalls today, her dark navy hair braided into two double dutch braids instead of their usual long fishtail. Mud splattered black sneakers covered her feet, her shoes a little on the larger side. Slightly different from the ones she normally wore.

Not that (name) noticed of course.

The (skincolored) girl dries off her hands softly with a paper towel. Adjusting her skirt in the mirror and walking out the bathroom with another word. Wanting to get out of the situation before powder noticed the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

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Alexander slaps the tray from powder's hands, the blue plastic object clattering onto the floor without much of a struggle. The loud noise interrupts most of the chatter in the lunchroom, the students now staring at the interaction. Powder turns bright red at the attention and reaches down to pick up the fallen tray, alex kicks it away from her.

(Name) rolls her eyes and sits up in her seat. Here we go again.

Alexander Travis was a football player of course. Who believed his own bullshit and thought himself and other like him superior because of his clear financial advantage. In other words, he was an asshole.

An asshole who up until recently had a girlfriend that had left him for powder's troublemaker older sister. (Though, name thinks their relationship was fake the entire time, Caitlyn hadn't even pretended to be into him.)

An asshole who also got his teeth kicked in by powder's aforementioned troublemaker older sister who, because of it is now suspended for a month.

And since troublemaker Violet Lucas (who goes by 'Vi' to her very few friends) isn't here to kick his teeth in again, Alexander these past few days has taken to getting even through her much meeker younger sister.

Harassing her in gym, embarrassing her in front of teachers and overall being a huge dick to someone years younger than him.

The teachers look the other way because Alexander's the principals nephew and they don't want to lose their jobs. Students look the other way either because they, like alex, hate Vi and want to take it out on her or their just scared of the repercussions of standing against him.

(Name) tried to get him to stop behind the scenes quite a lot of times. Appealing to their past status as friends and even promising to go on a date with him if he'd just leave the poor girl alone. But he just shook his head and said that that 'poor ass family' had to pay and stopped to conversation at that.

The cheerleader pops the bubblegum loudly in her mouth, making sure it reaches the only two standing up in the middle of the lunchroom. The sound cuts off Alex's stupid ass taunts and makes him then towards the (haircolored) girl who cups one of her hands to her face and leans on the lunch table, obviously bored.

"Got something to say (lastname)?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, thin lips twitching downwards when (name) says nothing and instead just blows up another pink gum bubble.

The girl pops it again and chews loudly. "Yeah actually, when are you gonna leave that poor girl alone?" She uncrosses her legs and prepares to stand up.

"What?" Alexander let's out a little snicker, surprised that she's so blunt in public. He turns to the cheerleader, forgetting the glaring bluenette behind him.

(Name) stands up, smoothing her skirt out and letting it fall to her knees. "I mean, I get it Vi literally stole your girl and handed your ass to you on a silver platter, but it's done- it's over now, just let it go dude."

Powder behind him stops attempting the impossible task of picking up the sticky mess of cheesy mashed potatoes from the tiled floor and instead stares ahead, her mouth opened slightly showing off her cutely gapped teeth.

Alex scoffs at her words and crosses his arms. "Your really sticking up for this bootlicker and her jailbird of a sister?" He questions, the threat clear in his words.

(Name) shrugged. "Nobody else seems to be." And with that the conversation is over. The (haircolored) girl brushing past him and bending over slightly, offering the girl on the floor a hand that she takes with shaking fingers.

A tingle flows through (name)'s body where their fingers touch and the girl bites back a gasp. Suddenly a lot more self conscious after successfully grabbing the hand of her kinda sorta maybe longtime crush.

Slowly, she pulls the bluenette off the ground until she's standing up right in front of her. The cheerleader awkwardly picking off chunks if mashed potatoes from powder's outfit and clearing her throat. "There. Good as new." (Name) flashes another (hopefully comforting, most likely off putting) smile at powder's bewildered face and picks the lunch tray up. Not even bothering with the food on the ground.

The older girl, in front of everyone, gestures to her own table where there's only her lunch box. "Wanna come sit? I don't think I can fix this." She lifts the tray in question and looks over to the food on the floor. "But I have packed an extra lunch with me."

Powder blinks and stares for a few seconds at the offer and (name) grows even more embarrassed at the amount of eyes still on them. She'd never invited another person back over to her table before. Caitlyn has, most of the other cheerleaders have, but the girl never really felt comfortable talking to somebody else while eating.

"Yes." Powder's voice is soft, a slight rasp curls around her words and a monotonous edge is imbedded in the sound. Her voice brings a small fluttery feeling to her chest and nestles butterflies in her previously settled stomach.

This isn't even close to the first time (name) has ever heard the younger girls voice, not even close. But it's the first time it's actually directed at her and the acknowledgement is what sends her over the moon.

(Name) nods a little too quickly and forces off the smile threatening to pull at her cheeks. "Cool." She hopes powder can't hear the voice crack. The cheerleader bounces on her feet, feeling as if she won a million dollars as she pulls the sophomore over to her vacated table.

Powder stumbles over a little less gracefully and sits down. Bunching away from the older girl almost immediately and drawing in on herself. Barley visible light pink blush dotting her perfect freckled cheeks.

(Name) thinks nothing of it, not offended at the girls blatant closed offness and pulls a nicely wrapped pretty calzone out of her pink bag, chips and a small drink leaving it after and she hands it to her junior.

Powder takes it slowly, as if thinking (name) would snatch it back and laugh in her face if she moves to quickly. (Name) would never.

Eventually she takes it, their fingers brushing against each other and making both girls shiver at the touch. Powder gently unwraps the calzone and takes a small nimble of it, her eyes lighting up when the flavors touches her tongue and she goes back immediately to take a larger one.

(Name) discreetly watches her, not even touching her own messily put together homemade burger, pride filling her while watching powder happily stuff her cheeks.

She stayed up all night perfecting that recipe she pawned off of cait who got it from Vi. That damned thing was a lot harder to make than it seemed and (name) gained even more respect for the pink haired girl who made it perfectly everytime. The cheese grating in and of itself nearly had the (hair color) quitting at multiple points during the night.

The cheerleader fiddles with her multiple hello kitty bandaids while she subtly watches the girl eat. Elated all the hard work paid off and she didn't chicken out yet again on actually giving it to the bluenette.

"T-thank you." The younger girl's voice breaks through her thoughts easily and (name) pretends like she hadn't been staring. A small blush be falling her face at powder's piercing blue eyes. Her cheeks has small smudges of grease on them and her breath smells of pepperoni.

"I- anytime." The cheerleader nods. Happy to have the bluenettes attention for the first time in the six years that she's liked her. Her leg bounces under the table while powder absentmindedly comes slightly closer, their bodies no where near touching but there's a change in the air around them, a strange relaxation flowing through them both. The start of something new.

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Yes, older powder is a kind of difficult character for me to write🥲

But it's not really my fault okay-

#arcane x reader #jinx x reader #arcane league of legends #jinx league of legends #jinx supremacy #powder

[s41nt-b3rn4rd]

Tumblr won't let me put a read more on the orginal ask but, HELLO? HI?? I THOUGHT I HAD ANON OFF????? Yes hi I have ocs. My current favorites are like- 5 out of... so many. They'll be under the "read more" because there's alot about them. I'm normal I prommy.

Also potato if you see this, hi. {remember to read the tags for sillies}

In order of who im (SADLY) Hyperfixated on, it goes;

* Sasha {Bulleteer Aaron} , in canon she's an ex-boxer that now works at a tattoo parlor and shares an apartment with a demon she summoned while on a wine binge. She's mixed with Russian+Irish+Icelandic+Mexican heritage but grew up mainly with her Irish and Mexican heritage. She's a disaster panace who can't be picky at this point- Sasha just wants someone who she can come home to at the end of the day, and talk to like a normal person. Does she count as a villain? I hope so. She killed a small family in nebraska once. In a story/rp, she used to be the ambassador for a kingdom but settled down as a butcher. She got burn scars from it for being a #girlboss and they stayed canon. * Sydney {Witherstone Appleton} , in canon their a demon that got summoned BY Sasha. She works at a diner, but mainly lives to annoy Sasha by giving her "water curses" and "sleepy spells" which is just him staring at Sasha until she takes care of herself. Notice how Sydney has multiple pronouns! Because in my lil' oc universe- demons don't have genders. Hell is seperate by everyones own depiction and in mine- it's just.. bland. normal. Sometimes the current ruler throws parties, that's fun. You can get a gender if you want, healthcare and stuff is free. ANYWAYS- Sydney is so normal it HURTS me. It just wants to fucking get groceries, pay bills and leave. BTW they commited tax fraud but shhhh we don't have to talk about that. BTW 2 THEY ALSO KEEP IN CONTACT WITH THEIR FAMILY- HER FAMILY * Matthew {NO MIDDLENAME NOR LASTNAME}. You know that funny meme of what happens if a centaur and a mermaid have a kid?? Yeah he's that. He's basically like, a generic guy- minus his bull ears and the horn's he's growing and his ability to speak underwater and breathe underwater. In canon he used to be like- a leutanint general but now he works at a light-house. He's a weed smoking girlfriend despite being a gnc acearo man with chronic leg pain. also lung pain. In the rp he was made for, he was surprisingly the least problematic. All he did was stress knit- I'm pretty sure he got the job BECAUSE he was just! some guy! He does have horrors though. And by "horrors" I mean he grew up (and out of) the orphanage so he has little to no knowledge about his parents, chooses to stay silent/nonverbal throughout his life so his sentence forming SUCKS- he lives is life in a cycle, can barely cook nor fold laundry. To cope though, he knits and likes to sneak into gardens and revive dead/dieing plants via necromancy. BTW he grew up in the same orphanage as Sasha and they have a blood pact. If one gets hurt, so does the other. * The Asker {that's it's name}. Me and my bestie for life have an ask game with eachother, where our ocs ask eachother questions, and that's my silly little guy for it!! Funnily enough, it was based on anon asks, but eventually evolved into it's own thing. It used to live in an empty black void- with bright computer lights illuminating it's small area of safety, and a single keyboard with oh so many letters and such. But RECENTLY, that fuck ESCAPED!!! JAIL BREAK!!!!! And is currently living in the basement of a motel because "oh my god is this the outside why is it bright why is it loud oh my god oh my god [THEIR] going to [DECOMMISSION ME]." #slay, y'know? Don't worry though, it'll get a job at like- walgreens or walmart and live in a normal ass neighborhood soon. * Sammy {Picture}. Once again, another oc made for an RP that I absolutely FELL IN LOVE WITH!! He's an object-head with one of those rotary phones for a head, but more pathetic looking and kinda like a bug, but it's okay. He's a preschool teacher and admires his job. He has a situationship thing with the person who he shares an apartment with- a soap rabbit humanoid named Bob, that is also a substitute history teacher. Anyways remember the bug thing? Yeah. Sammy used to be a catipillar centaur but someone fucking robbed its grave when he died. BTW Sammy was a catipillar in this sense

and therefor he's very colorful. he's a pathetic meow meow but he's also said the most ominous insults ever. He's my favorite bc I like to imagine him doing the most boring tasks like drinking water. He does his taxes btw. Their my only oc who willingly does its taxes.

#the clown reveals it's blorbos #the clown escaped the tags. #long post #ocs #ocs. #oh btw in canon Sasha has a cultist sibling #Matthew also got tax benefits married. It was to a woman named Margiold and it's a cover-up bc shes doing evil lesbian stuff with her wife #answered asks #anon #anon if you want to him me up my dms are open. please. pleasee #i will give you my discord. maybe

[kodzukenmaaa]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Kita Shinsuke

i. CHAPTER ONE; SEARCHING

AS SOON AS the train reached Hyogo prefecture train station she quickly eats and went to find her grandmother, she should have asked her parents or the head butler where her grandmother is but that would give them suspicion that she was going to her grandmother's house.

She walked through houses, she firstly went to the elite side of the houses who knows she might found her there.

She found a house with same lastname of her grandmother, she quickly rang the doorbell, she beamed when the door is answered. "Grandma!" But it wasn't an elder woman she's looking for but a woman in her 20's.

"May I help you?"

"I'm sorry do you work here?" She asked the woman.

"Work here? What are you talking about? I live here this is my house that I share with my husband." The woman replied with a confused look.

"Ah do you perhaps know L/n Sera, I'm her granddaughter." Y/n told her proudly.

"L/n Sera? I'm sorry I don't know her."

Y/n then nods and give her a bow "Well I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"It's alright, I hope you'll find her."

As soon the woman closed the door Y/n sighs in disappointment, scratching her head. She sure knows her grandmother is very rich then how come she couldn't find her?

She went searching through houses to each houses even apartment. Each building she checked every unit. There's no L/n Sera, well she did found someone with the same name but it wasn't the person who she's searching for.

She search the middle class people houses and nothing, now she's in the park taking a break from all the searching she's done for each house.

"I should call the head maid," Y/n mumbled, she knows her grandmother head maid. She's stern but nice, just like how a mother should act. The head maid is someone she can think of and someone she can think that is close to have the title mother.

The head maid once gave Y/n her phone number. She quickly dialed the head maid number the phone rings.

"Hello?" It was a child voice.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo?" She ask the child.

"Nishimura Kayo? Who's that? I don't know who's that is and mommy told me not to strangers, so bye strangers!"

"Hey wait!" Y/n yell to the phone.

"Eiki-kun who are you talking to? Aren't supposed to be in bed? You're still sick, I'll take that phone thank you. Hello who is this?" A female voice asked.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo? I'm L/n Y/n. She's be my grandmother's head maid, is she there? I'd wish to speak with her." Y/n said trying to be polite.

"Nishimura Kayo? Mrs.Kayo is in the hospital she's in labor and I'm her son babysitter."

"She's in labor!?" Shouts Y/n to the phone out of shock. The last time she meets Nishimura Kayo she announced to Y/n that she is going to get married with a well business man.

"Yes, she's on her way giving birth to her first daughter, her second child." 

"T-then can you please tell her that L/n Y/n called her? It's important."

"I'll make sure to tell her, can you repeat your name─"

"Alright then bye" Y/n rudely said hanging up. She quickly facedpalm, Nishimura Kayo probably gave the h/c girl her house phone not her phone number.

Drip

A small drop of water drops to her nose, "Good thing there's a gazebo in this park." She quickly takes shelter under the gazebo, as she sat down she sighs, frustrated. She wants to find her grandmother and live with her instead being send off to marry someone.

"I can't ask the butlers or the maids about my grandmother's whereabout...I haven't eat lunch too..." She grumbles.

"Hey nee-chan what are you doing there?" Y/n shrieks in shock at the sudden appearance of the small boy.

"Oh my god! Kid! Don't scare me like that!" Y/n glared at the boy but he keep still face.

Y/n huffed, "I'm resting of course mister obvious."

"But there's wood termites there" the boy said making Y/n jump out from the gazebo with her suitcase and pats her body furiously to get rid of the wood termites if it's on her.

"Oh fuck" Y/n said, she just realised she's now drench from the rain.

"You better go home now nee-chan, they said today's rain won't stop till tomorrow." The boy said, "Bye!" He said walking away from the park.

"UGH WHAT!!" Y/n yelled, "I should book a hotel room now." She stated dragging her suitcase with her while being drench under the rain.

The h/c girl keeps wiping her face, grumbling she should have brought or bought an umbrella. Why didn't she just call a taxi? Oh well her phone died and her power bank is no longer usable since she used it throughout the searching of her grandmother.

"Can this get any worser?" Y/n hissed, she looks at her Vercase medusa platform heels dupes is now ruin from the rain "Aw my babies, they're my favourite." 

She glares at the sky and shouts "DAMN YOU RAIN! DAMN YOU USELESS PARENTS! DAMN YOU!" Giving the sky her middle fingers.

She pants, her throat hurting from the shouting. She walks past houses, they're not modern styled but they're traditional.

"Shit." Her head starts to throb, she leans to to the wall of the entrance. "Seriously? I didn't say if this could get any worser." She mumbled before falling limply to the ground.

A small boy stopped infront of her limp body, he's wearing a rain coat in his hand is a plastic full with snacks. He crouch down to see her face clearly.

"Nee-chan?" He mutter, he quickly gets inside his house.

"Baa-chan! Nee-chan passed out!" He yells from the entrance of his door.

His grandma tilts her head, "Passed out? Shichirou your sister is watching the TV." She said to Shichirou who shakes his head.

"No! It's the nee-chan from the park! She passed out!" Shichirou yelled.

"Passed out?" The elder woman grabs the umbrella to see it herself.

She walks out the house and meet the heavy rain herself with Shichirou beside her, she nearly scream out shock when there's really a girl around her eldest grandson age.

"Shichirou get your brother, she needs to be taken inside." The grandmother says to Shichirou, the boy nodded before rushing inside the house to call his brother.

The grandmother stood in front of Y/n with an umbrella covering them(well Y/n's head) from the rain.

Y/n fainted in front of the Kita household.

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Chapter one is out! How was it? I hope you enjoy it! 

Masterlist

#kita x reader #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu series #hq x reader #ranaway rich girl masterlist #kita yumie #kita siblings #ranaway rich girl series

[chaosintheavenue]

OC Name Origin Meme

Saw this on my dash a while ago, and the idea has stuck with me, so I decided why not try it?

Trin

Trinity: A given name of English origin that is derived from the Christian doctrine of the Trinity, or one God in three persons.

So, this is not at all what ‘Dion’ was going for when he named Trin, but she does get assumptions about Christianity every so often when someone learns her full name.

Elloise: Possibility 1: Of German origin and a variant spelling of Eloise which itself is derived from 'Helewidis', a compound name composed of the elements 'haila' meaning 'hale, hearty, sound' and 'Vid' meaning 'wide'. Possibility 2: From the Old French Héloïse, which possibly comes from the Greek Helios meaning "sun".

Trin wasn’t given a middle name as a child, and chose her own later in life. She took on the middle name of a person she admired and probably didn’t give a lot of thought to the meaning, but she’d definitely prefer the second possible option above!

[LASTNAME]: So, I’m at an odd point where I’ve now laid out most of Trin’s backstory, but her surname is one of the last things I’m keeping close to my chest lol. So, to give some information without giving the name itself, there are various possible origins (English, Dutch and German) and meanings. Trin has very little knowledge about the origin/meaning of the name herself, but there is one possible meaning that I favour.

#Trin

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Just to be clear I used the Thunderbolts in a way that made sense to the plot in my fic in case one of you read this after the actual movie comes out and is something entirely different 🤠 -Danny

Words: 1,817

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xi: Something Else

"We should call him."

Cat stopped eating and looked at Kurt. She cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand. "I thought Harley was clear when he said not to call him?"

"I'm not talking about Harley," Kurt placed his sunglasses at the top of his head. "Maybe the problem's that you've never had a long-term relationship, maybe you're just freaking out because you have commitment issues."

"What are we?" She asked in bewilderment.

"I'm talking the romantic type. You slept with half the universe while we were guardians but never fell in love," he pouted. "Maybe you need some smooches?"

"Why don't you test it out?" She replied in a low, irritated tone.

"See? You're like a feral cat. You like a few pats on the butt, but the moment someone tries to get closer you show your claws. Which reminds me, why are you still looking like that?"

Cat looked down at her hands. "Like what?"

"Brunette," Kurt said with disgust. "You don't have to be normal here."

Cat tilted her head. "Guess you're right. I forget how I look unless someone points it out or I see myself in the mirror— which believe it or not, isn't that often."

She shifted: her hair remained brown, the same length, barely brushing her shoulders. Her eyes turned purple with the unnerving slitted pupils.

"That it?"

"If you have an issue with my looks that's your problem," she frowned.

"I thought you would look... more mutant."

"I'm weird enough, thank you."

"Right," she wasn't sure, but it looked like Kurt had rolled his eyes. "Back to your love-starved situation—"

"I don't think that's the problem, Smurf. I think it's my lack of purpose."

"Love is a purpose!"

"Not to me."

"What about Pietro and Wanda? And me?"

"We were talking about romantic love," she pointed at him with her chopsticks. "Romance has never been a motive for me, but I had a purpose when the Avengers were still a thing."

"The Avengers are a thing."

"But I'm not one of them," she laughed. "And it's not the same now, none of them are my friends."

"Maybe you could round them up and start over," he offered. "You're the only one that's been around long enough to know how things should be, and you're young, your time as an Avenger could be long if you wanted. You can always make more super-friends."

Cat pondered his idea, eating another handful of noodles. "If I could lead a team, my first rule would be no teens allowed. People that start early end up all messed up like me."

"You're the only one that's ended up this way."

"What about Wanda?"

"What about Pietro?"

Cat gave him a perplexed look. "He's dead!"

Kurt grimaced. "Okay, you got me."

She pushed her plate away. "Even if I could, I don't think I'd go back. Being a hero... demands a lot. I can't be bothered."

"If you don't think it's appealing, we can try something else," Kurt shrugged.

What could be that "something else", Cat still didn't know. She was starting to fear never finding anything that could give her fulfillment. Rough nights were ahead, and she had no idea where to start. Worse yet, Kurt was talking as if they were a unit, and they were not. They couldn't be unless she wanted to drag him to the pit where she was currently drowning.

"Be back in a minute..."

Cat went to the bathroom and started to wash her hands, once done she looked in the mirror:  She would be twenty-four in two months. Ten years since her first mission with the Avengers. Cat had changed, now C.C. had a lastname, a suit, and a history. Chopped and incomplete, but history nonetheless.

Her eyes weren't the same, her hair was shorter, she was taller, and probably the biggest difference was that she was fully dressed. All of it should've made her proud, but all of the promises people had done to her, telling her she was bound to be the best Avenger, that she was the perfect agent... she stared and stared, and all she could think was "Pathetic."

Cat spoke out loud. "If you're here to kill me while no one's watching, I gotta say you suck at being discrete."

The person walked out of the stall. It was a woman, not as young as Cat, but definitely in her early thirties. She offered her a presentation card. "My boss wants to meet you. They have a job offer if you're willing to take it."

"It's funny how the more I quit stuff, the more I get offers thrown at my face," she grabbed the card. "Who is this?"

"You'll know once you meet them. Don't be late."

Cat looked down at the card, and a pair of eyes looked back at her. The illustration had "the power broker's watching" written in a transparent font.

"Nice. Not obnoxious at all."

Cat walked out of the bathroom and sat in front of Kurt, placing the card in her pocket without him noticing.

"I don't feel like going out tonight, is it alright if I stay home while you do your patrols?"

"You were back there a long time," he said, examining her appearance. "You okay?"

Cat stared at her plate. "I think I've had enough of this."

"Let me know once he's back," Cat's earpiece released a tiny bug and it went away through the window. "If he finds out we're fucked."

"Do you want me to have someone on speed dial just in case?"

"I have that?" She frowned.

"Yes. You changed the configuration a year ago."

"I chose someone as my emergency contact?" A year ago most of her friends were already dead. "Who?"

"Spider-man. But his number's been dead since November."

The revelation was disappointing. "I thought it'd be someone important..."

He'd been her last mission and it was probably easier to have him on speed dial. For a second she thought the information would give her a hint of who she could rely on nowadays. Kurt was right, she'd never built any kind of relationship with other heroes apart from the ones that had trained her and now she was facing the consequences. It was all her fault.

Cat teleported to Madripoor with the spear on the side of her belt. She'd been there with Rocket once when he was buying stuff for his ship. Last time, though, the power broker wasn't a thing.

There was graffiti everywhere that looked like the card she'd received in the restaurant. After walking into an open street a car stopped in front of her and rolled down its window. It was another woman.

"Welcome—"

"Yeah, yeah, just open the door," Cat dismissed her.

They drove for twenty minutes before stopping outside a club, they guided her up the stairs into a fancy lobby full of expensive-looking stuff Cat immediately avoided with disdain.

"Not a fan?" A woman's voice asked her.

Cat turned around to find none other than Sharon Carter. She laughed. "It's you?"

The woman tilted her head, glimpsing at her spear. "Have we met before?"

The world didn't know Copycat and Zero were one and the same, and Sharon wasn't working for S.H.I.E.L.D. during the brief time Cat merged both identities. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for changing her eyes back to brown before leaving Kurt's home.

"No," Cat played dumb. "What I mean is, like, I can't believe the power broker is a woman. I would've put all my money in Kingpin or, dunno, a president?"

Sharon raised a brow.

"Wait, hang on," the mutant frowned. "Didn't I see you on the news with Captain America and that other guy?"

The woman smirked. "What about it?"

"Right," Cat dismissed that. "Well, whatever you want from me—"

"Well, first of all, if you're going to work for me you can't interrupt me like that."

"Oh, first of all," Cat mocked her tone. "You'd finished talking. Second, who said I'll work for you? I'm a UN agent."

"Laura told you I have a job offer for you, and you came," Sharon walked to the chairs in the middle of the stance and signaled Cat to take the one in front of her.

"Here's the thing, ma'am," Cat sat down. "If you're asking me to only work for you, that's a no."

Sharon hummed. "I don't see why you'd need to work for anyone else. I wouldn't lie to you like the UN did."

Cat looked around the room. "You see, what I value the most is my freedom, and that is not for sale."

"I wouldn't treat you like a slave," Sharon replied. "Why are you okay with the leaders of the world treating you like a disposable tool? Do you have issues?"

Cat's tongue brushed her teeth, keeping quiet all the things she wanted to say. "I have issues alright, but you'd do best leaving them alone."

"I could've contacted any other person, but they're not as tolerable as you are. I rather shoot at my own foot before calling Deadp—"

"You haven't told me what the work's about so I can reject you properly, Miss Broker," Cat reminded her.

"A special delivery for an old friend back in New York."

Cat raised a brow. "You want an agent to deliver a letter?"

"Yes."

"Why not send Lara to do the job?"

"Because I need Laura with me," Sharon said. "Besides, it's all part of the charm, Zero. Could be educational for you."

Cat chuckled. "Yeah okay, let's see what you got. I can give a show if that's what you want."

"I want someone who can keep this guy in line."

She sighed. "So I give them the thing, and that's it?"

"Tell him to stay away from Madripoor. He knows very well not to bring his problems here."

"Sure," the mutant got to her feet and approached her. "So are you paying me now, or..?"

"I'll make the transaction as soon as you get things done."

"Uh-uh!" Cat pointed an accusing finger at her. "No transactions. Cash."

Sharon grinned. "Does it scare you to be associated with me?"

"I don't like to be associated with anyone in general. I don't know, I just can't seem to trust you, for some reason," she said sarcastically. "I can't even trust the fucking UN, which is why I'm saying yes to this. I'm in the mood to be vengeful."

Truth is, she didn't really care about doing the right thing anymore, not at that moment anyway. Maybe that "something else" Kurt was talking about was this, perhaps she just had to admit she'd been originally trained to be bad and it was time to go full circle. She'd never tried to be an anti-hero, so what was the harm?

Sharon offered her hand so Cat could shake it, when she held it, the blonde pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "You did the right thing, Cat."

She moved away and stared at Sharon.

"Funny how an organization that takes pride in its security does nothing when old files from the Avenger's database disappear," the woman continued. "Just imagine if someone read them, it could mess up so many lives..."

Cat didn't reply, all she did was stare at her with a burning glare.

"I'll be in touch," Sharon smiled. "Nice meeting you."

Next Chapter—>

Taglist.

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#twoidiots writing #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #copycat fic

[multiplekinsig]

Hunter Headcanons

SFW

very touch starved

he goes to therapy alright he needs it

hes 18 here

hes bisexual but leans more towards women

very shy and awkward at first

will question any physical affection or any attention at first

he tends to ramble on about things he loves

will listen to you for hours tho

he secretly loves cuddles and pet names (as long as he trusts you first)

he loves his hair being played with

will play with your hair forever

knows how to braid (cmon Willow would def teach him how)

was adopted by Eda (hence his lastname being Clawthorne)

Luz is his sister and king is his little brother

best friends with Willow (doesnt crush on her)

basically an older brother to Gus

flapjack sleeps next to him and/or nests in his hair all the time

he loves that damn bird so much

NSFW

he can be very rough at times

will check in every 5 mins to make sure youre okay

an inexperienced boy

giving >>>> receiving

he LOVES to pleasure his partner, a pleasure dom

tries to be very careful with his partner, does not want to hurt them in any way

will eventually learn to get into darker kinks once he trusts someone

#toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter clawthorne #hunter the golden guard #the owl house #toh golden guard #toh headcanon

[omgitssmallboi]

Heyo, I heard your take Ryoma related requests right? If so, then can I request Ryoma x reader as the ultimate florist, pretty please?

Like, imagine a scenario where the reader finds the shower room inside of Ryoma’s ultimate tennis lab and decides to put plants or flowers there, bc they are concerned that he would be reminded of prison?

Either they surprises him with plants/flowers there or ask him if they could decorate it?

Ryoma Hoshi x (Positive) SHSL Florist! 💛

Gladly! I’m a beginner writer but I tried so please like it😭 (won’t and can’t force you to like it)

Ryoma’s POV:

"Geez, this girl is loud-mouthed…"

I pull my hat down over my eyes as Miu continues to make vulgar and crude jokes. I honestly don’t know why she’s in here. All she does is say things that she considers “funny”. At this point, it’s becoming annoying.

But then they walked in.

[Reader] [Lastname]. The ultimate florist. It’s honestly a cool talent, I suppose. Bit I noticed something different about them compared to the others. They…are persistent, when it comes to talking to me. I’ve already told the other students not to talk to me ‘cuz I’m a murderer, but [Reader]…they won’t stop. They keep on following me, trying to talk or interact, and I don’t know why.

Reader’s POV:

"Hey, Ryoma, Miu!" I wave. The first thing I notice is Ryoma staring at the court, seemingly in lament, so I begin to walk towards him. "Hey! So uh, nice lab huh?-" "I’m not in the mood to talk right now, [Reader]." He responds quickly. "If you just came to talk, you might as well leave." I look down at him. "I only approached you to ask you something!" I said, kinda upset over his behavior.

He sighed. "Fine, what do you wanna ask? And make it quick, Miu already gave me a headache." I looked at Miu, her head thrown back, laughing loudly at what I’m assuming was one of her jokes.

"Why are you looking at the court like that?"

…At first he stayed quiet. He pulled his hat down, and looked away from the court. "Like what?" He asked. "So…depressingly?" That’s when he glared at me. "I’m not. Now stop askin’ questions." I was surprised at this sudden outburst. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to get upset like that. Before I could say anything else, he just left the room.

"Wonder what’s his problem. He seems kinda pissed, or he could just be a whiny lil bitch!" Miu said, laughing obnoxiously after saying that. I shot her a glare before I noticed a door near the back of the lab. 'That’s weird, why is there a door all the way in the back of the room?' I asked myself as I began to approach it. I reached out to touch the handle, when I opened it, it was a room.

A shower room, I think.

The walls seem how you’d expect a shower room to look, some showers, tiled walls, a sink, a small hang-up of handcuffs…wait, handcuffs? I looked closer just to confirm. Yup, it’s some handcuffs. I remembered Monokuma, it was likely him that made these rooms…What kind of sick bastard puts handcuffs in a room made for someone who has trauma with prison…?

I wanted to just smack them down and make sure Ryoma never sees them again, but I knew I couldn’t. I kept on trying to think of what I could do about this. I can’t destroy school property, but I don’t want Ryoma to be reminded of…that horrid place…but then it hit me. I could…try to decorate this room! It’ll give more color to it, and probably draw less attention to the prison shit! I ran out the bathroom, past Miu, out of the lab, and to mine.

Ryoma’s POV: I was walking back to my lab. I feel like a piece of shit now. I got so…annoyed at [Reader]’s simple question and I just walked out on them…whatever. It’s likely they don’t care. When I got in, I saw that Miu was gone. Well that’s good at least. I began to walk towards the shower room. I’m not sure why. Do I *want* to be reminded of my mistakes? Do I *want* to feel like I’m back in that place again? Do I-

…

The room was brighter than I remembered. There was small purple and white potted flowers posted around the sink and a blue flower next to one on the showers. Of course I know who did it, but why? I got mad at them when they asked me why was I lamenting, so why would they do this for me? But then I looked down at the floor, a small, singular rose on the floor with a note attached to it, I reached down to pick up the note, and when I did, my heart felt…warm.

"I forgive you."

…

I gotta thank them next time I seem ‘em.

#ryoma hoshi #x reader

[despairots]

jill roberts, ethan landry.

ethan landry x gn! reader

summary: it was some bullshit conspiracy that somehow YOU figured out.

cw: swearing , blood , gore , violence , character deaths , murder , scream vi spoilers.

authors note: i am on a roll 😍 why do i feel like i’m missing tags what, this is inspired btw!!

it was some mere coincidence that you found ethan’s ghostface mask on his desk. it was a mere coincidence, you decided to play along with his excuse.

“what the fuck is this doing on your table?” you turned on his lamp lights, scaring him, watching as the color in his face faded away. “it’s just some stupid mask chad gave me.” ethan lied, placing his bag down.

“chad? the guy who got attacked last year by someone in a ghostface mask? sure.” you dragged out, placing the mask down and walked towards him, ethan looking down.

“okay, ethan, i’ll play along. why would the guy who could attacked last year give you, the shy, dorky friend, a ghostface mask?” you poked at him, leaning closer to him every time.

“how can i trust your words?” you muttered with a smirk, that fading away when you saw a dark glint in ethans eyes, “what? are you gonna tell everyone?” he muttered back, a smug look.

“maybe.” you shrugged before you felt a cold, metal at your neck, “how are you gonna tell everyone if you’re dead?” he whispered into your ear as you backed up, him following every step.

“it’s gonna be obvious that i’m found dead, in your dorm.” you answered, grabbing onto the knifes handle and pushing it away from your neck. “what are you doing in my dorm anyway?” he scoffed with a smile, pushing the knife further into your neck.

“i won’t tell anyone.” you breathed out, actually afraid for your life, “fuck, ethan, i said i won’t tell anyone. when have i ever lied?” you glared up at him, the glint in his eyes growing darker.

“fine, but if i fucking catch you telling anybody, you’ll be fucking dead.” he pulled the knife away from your neck making you release a shaky breath that you holding in.

“who knew you had this side.” you scoffed and shoved his shoulder while leaving. his eyes followed your figure, you fixing yourself while muttering swear words.

FLASHBACK

“and we have, finally, [name] [lastname], the smart, and popular person that nobody would suspect since they’re always surrounded by people that they would never have the chance kill.” mindy introduced you.

“thank you for that wonderful introduction, mindy.” you sarcastically gave her a smile and flipped her off, tara gave you a nudge making you look at her with what? look.

“even if i was the killer, i’m not, trust me, what would be my motive?” you leaned back with crossed arms, “jealousy, fame.” your smile faded and arms limping.

“just because jill roberts was my favourite does not mean i’m trying to be her and to continue her legacy.” you scoffed at the idea, “see, now that’s what i’m talking about!” mindy exclaimed, snapping her fingers.

“okay, i’m done here. i have better things to do then worry about a friend group that i’m not even apart of.” you harshly grabbed your back and left them with an angry expression.

“and we have one last surprise.” detective bailey snapped at ethan who dragged someone inside, the person having tears streaming down their eyes.

“[name]?” tara breathed out, watching ethan mockingly threaten you with the knife he had, “come on, [name], go on. tell them who you really are. tell them why you’re really friends with them.” ethan pecked your cheek as you recoiled.

“what is he talking about? [name]?” when you refused to speak, ethan plunged his knife into your abdomen making you yell in pain, “ethan, stop!” your knees gave up when he twisted the knife.

“fuck, ethan! stop it!” sam yelled at him as you were forced to look at them when ethan grabbed your hair, “their real last name, it’s roberts. they’re related to jill roberts.” ethan said for you.

“i gotta hand it to you, [name]! keeping my identity hidden! you really are a good for nothing bitch.” ethan twisted the knife out, pushing you into sam and tara.

“despite the loss of richie, i was thrilled when i heard about our new maybe of the family.” sam felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, “[name]?” the knife inside her twisted and was pulled upwards.

“god, you guys are really fucking stupid, aren’t you?” [name] yanked the knife out, sam falling into tara, “fuck! you guys should really start listening to mindy! she got it in one, two look at the popular person!”

tara looked up at them with tears, “i thought it was a bit to young for those two to get married but i was beyond happy for a new family member.” detective bailey announced.

“why are you doing this?” tara whispered, [name] twisted their bloody knife, “i’m doing it for fame. y’know, i never wanted to end up like my half-sister but turns out we both want the same thing: fame.” they kneeled down to tara’s level.

“i want what you have, tara, sam.”

#kaz’s books. 🔭 #scream #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan bailey #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #anika kayoko #jill roberts #quinn bailey #detective bailey #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x gn reader #blood #murder #death #gore

[sphere-in-the-corner]

So I've finally come to terms that I will likely never roleplay again. I think I'm just tired of doing so, or I simply outgrew it. Idk. I just don't feel the same joy that I did way back when I first started. Either way, in order to congratulate myself for this discovery I felt like posting all of the characters I created. There will likely be some that I can't remember the names of and would be unable to find them, since the forums they were on have vanished. Or I would simply be too lazy to go look them up.

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Let's start with the ones I created for this website.

Pokemon OC - Duke. An ex team rocket member and his team. Techinacally I didn't create him for rping on here, but I did try importing him over. I never really did anything, so that fell flat. I'll talk about him later when I get to the part where I first created him.

OC - Sadie. So this one was supposed to be more of an ask blog, back when those were popular. She was supposed to be an exiled alien princess. She was exiled because of her sadistic tendencies.

I never really got to do much with her because in search of images to reblog to build her character and what she'd like, it ended up becoming a porn blog. In which I learned quite a bit about myself.

Tentacl

Ever heard of Tentacl? Probably not. Am I misspelling the name? Maybe, but I think this is right. Anyways on to the characters.

OC - Name unknown. Yeah, I don't really remember much about this, other than the fact that it was a supernatural rp; not the show, the genre. I think they were either a vampire, ghost, or werewolf. While it was not my first time erping, it was the first time I actually tried. I believed it would help broaden my horizons. While I can't remember it, I'm sure it was cringe and I'm glad it is gone forever.

RP Nation

I believe this is the most famous rping sites out there, but I'm not a huge fan. Most of the rps require you to use CSS to make it look nice, but I really didn't care for it.

Star Wars OC - Name Unknown. He was created as a clone during the clone wars. He was a sniper, and much like Crosshair from Bad Batch, he had a mark around his eye. But this was before Bad Batch was a thing. The rp didn't go very far. I think the style the creator tried to force us to go with was just really not my style and everyone just stopped posting after they tried to force it.

There might have been other characters, but I can't remember them. They could have just been ideas instead of fully fleshed out. I really can't remember.

Google +

Yeah, you read that right. They had some rping going on over there. All these characters were from the same forum. It was a mish mash of OCs and established characters like the Doctor or Sentry. I much preferred creating my own characters rather than using someone else's.

OC - Eznho LastName. I don't know if I spelled the name correctly, I know there's an h in there somewhere, but oh well. He was a native american, back in the days of early colonization. He and his tribe were killed, except he came back to life. With this new immortality he went out and got revenge. Ladda ladda, years later, present time, he became a vagabond. Trying to hide who he was, because the government is evil. His immortality only works when he dies. His body heals itself to brand new, forgetting the sensations, except for his mind. And being experimented on for years left him scarred. He wasn't that fun to play with the other characters, but it wasn't too bad.

OC - Arsinoe LastName. This one was much more fun to use with the people there. She was an alien princess, or noble with an army of nanobots. So, her planet revolted against the ruling class and her side was losing poorly. One day she fell into a coma and came out with psychic powers which had disappeared from the gene pool years ago. They start winning some battles, but it's not enough. So they try to boost he powers by giving her nanobots. It works! Then the nanobots take over and destroy the world. Then she regains control over the nanobots, but now she's evil. She's a little psycho, but clear headed.

There night have been another one, if there was I never used them.

FanFiction

I think I might have spent the most time here rping. It was a lot of fun, and where I made the most memories. A lot of it cringe, but that's the best part.

Young Justice OC - Frank Gorbachev Gorbak AKA Dark Blade. Jesus, Dark Blade? Talk about an edgy teen, lol. So, I initially created him with the last name Gorbachev because at the time they had a tournament thing going separately from the main story. I wanted my character to go into the tournament and have the announcer say "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down the wall." With the wall obviously being his opponent. But I created him too late. His power, was that he was able to pull swords out from anything, but they all ended up being black, hence Dark Blade.

He was supposed to be this cool edgy character, but after interacting with the others, he ended up being a complete dork and doofus. I did not stick to his original personality whatsoever, and honestly disappointing. He became a stereotypical anime pervert.

However, due to some conflict with the owner of the forum and one her friends, the forum was nuked, but brought back. There, he changed a bit, like normal comic book characters. It was here where I changed his name. Made him less of a pervert and into a raging misogynist. Not what I was going for, but how it ended up. I changed how his powers work a little. Instead of a whole ass sword from like a paper, the sword had the attributes and thickness of the material he used.

This was also the forum that got me to start cursing. Before that, my mouth was clean. There is also a bunch of other stories with this forum, but that's for another day.

Dragon Age OC - Name Unknown. I started this one after I finished Dragon Age 2, which I really liked. And the people in the forum were from another one that I was in, so it really shouldn't have been that bad. Except only playing 2, I had no idea what they were talking about. It lasted for a short while before everyone just stopped.

Monster Hunter OC - E. Yeah, just a letter for a name. It was based off of my character in game. You can tell I'm great with names. He was brash and energetic. A bit of a dumbass for sure. The forum was fun and lasted for a while. I had him die at one point because I was bored of the forum, but I brought him back. I tired to change his personality as a way to spice things up, but I eventually dropped it as a whole.

Monster Hunter OC - Sebastien Ottobahn. He was fun to write. A hermit hunter who has the power to transform into a monster because the setting allowed it. He ended up killing his old party accidentally in a fit of rage, which is why he is a hermit. He hates himself for what he is, and blames that for why he killed his friends. There are others like him in the world, both natural and artificial, and he hates them all. After some conflict with the other characters he gets defeated. The forum ended before it finished. Like right at the end. So in order to give him a good ending I made a little story to wrap up his arc.

Monster Hunter OC - Ismene LastName. Another fun one. She has voices in her head. Much like Sebastien, same forum, she has a monster side, but hers is artificial. She was a member of the Dark Guild, who focused on ridding the world of monsters, using science! And much to her credit she is quite smart. However, she has the wisdom of a sack of rocks. Being a genius at a young age and being told no, meant she had to do it anyway. She created a mixture that would allow her to transform into a monster all by herself, without notes, when it took the other scientists years to do so. Buuut, she messed up. Now she has hundreds of different souls of monsters trying to take over her body which has slowly reduced her sanity. Only reason she keeps them in check is because the sould of the founder is keeping them at bay, hoping to take over.

She meets the protagonists as an enemy, is defeated easily and decides to join them for fun. No loyalty. She helps their side fight in the war, and the forum ends before we get to a conclusion. sad

Pokemon OC - Johnathan (or maybe another Sebastien). He was an old trainer who almost had title of champion. He gave it up because at the time he was sure he'd win easily and didn't want to be disappointed with a boring battle. After he'd travel the world helping young trainers on their journey, all the while looking like a lazy bum, cuz he sleeps all day, and only trains at night. I did not use him a lot. Having an OP character when everyone else are just beginners felt awkward.

Pokemon OC - Duke Mense. Finally got back to him. He's an ex-Rocket member, as they had been dissolved, and was looking to start his own team. In doing so he slipped into Plasma and worked as a spy trying to get info for his own. That's really all there was to him. He never really interacted with the other characters, due to him being a villain. But when I made him I felt much more attachement and wanted to do more and expand his history. Which is why I failed to start the one in the beginning. I could write a story, but I'm bad at writing and all that other stuff. I have made oneshots here and there with him and the others, but they're all garbage.

Pokemon OC - Name Unknown. This is actually two characters. They were brothers and gijinkas. One was a yanmega, and the other a sabelye. Once again, they were bad guys and left on the background and didn't get to do much. I'm great at creating characters that isolate themselves and wonder why I don't rp that much.

RWBY OC - Farren Sicks. I created him after watching hunter x hunter and a stick figure fight. I made his weapon a shield and his semblace the ability to create fog. No fairy tale for this guy, but his name does match a color. Farren for steel, which is gray; and Sicks, read as six, which in hexidecimal I believe all 6's would make a gray. I don't remember much, it didn't get very far, or I just dropped it.

Fiction Press

FF sister site and probably where I created the most characters and spent most of my rping time. Since these are all OC's I won't need to denote that.

Johnathan E. Zachfire. This was a zombie rp and probably the first one I tried out in earnest. He accidentlly killed a couple he was robbing and was sent to jail. He was there when the virus broke out, which helped him break out. He made it to a shelter, but it pretty much ended there. There was only two of us and the other guy disappeared.

Name Unknown (Lucifer). Another zombie rp, but with vampires. I don't remember his actual name, but had a split personality ala movie trope, who went by Lucifer. And since the main body was wet cardboard, the evil side was more fun to play. There was a good cast of characters and it was fun. eventually people dropped out and it died. That was a bit heartbreaking because I believe it was the first one I got real attached to. Looking back though, it was cringe. At least I was. I got so needlessly angry when a character criticized mine, in character. I took it as a personal attack. It was bad.

Names Unknown. This one was a historical rp. There were a few characters I created. One for the american revolution, another for another time period, and another for another. I don't really remember that much, but I do know it wasn't too bad. I eventually ended up dropping it.

Names Unknown. This was a supernatural rp. ther premise was that every angel demon, pagan god, what have you fought a giant war, died, and was reborn as humans with power. One character was a demon who had the ability to heat the surrounding area. Not himself, just the air around him. The other was the reincarnation of Tartarus and was a warden at a jail, real original. That didn't last long either, but was fun while it lasted.

Name Unknown. This was a spy rp. Or more accurately an assassin rp. My character had a temper and was almost not allowed to join the organization during his trial run, but was given another chance. He just had to kill someone else. In that mission, I felt like no matter what I did, or how much my character was prepared they were going to to lose. My character sneaks in, gets caught immediately because of some dumb bs, and things of the sort. I tried to play around it, but gave up and left. It went on for a while after I left and then it died,

Name Unknown. This one was a pirate rp. My character was an ex dread pirate whose crew mutinied. He ended up another pirates crew as a cook, planning on taking over. The owner wanted to wait for more people before starting, it never started.

Name Unknown. This was a fantasy rp. The setting was card themed. four kingdoms with spades, cloves, diamonds, and hearts. There was a forest in between them which was forbidden to enter because diplomacy. My character was thief from the poor kingdom, tried to steal from the richer one and was chased out. It felt like there could have been a romance to bloom between the poor bad guy and the good rich girl. It was fun, but died too soon.

Name Unknown. This was a fantasy rp. The setting, the world stopped rotating, and the world went dark. I don't believe we talked about the other side, but that didn't matter. In the darkness were monsters that ate humanity. and humans were stuck in small villages with lights surrounding because it kept the monsters out. My character was born out in the darkness and learned to get around. He is eventually found and brought to a village, but the light burns his eyes. The idea was interesting, but this too died quickly.

Name Unknown. this was a supernatural rp. I really don't remember anything about this one, other than the fact that my character was a vampire who experimented on himself. He made himself a lot heavier and moved his fangs to his throat. That way they came out like an eels.

Names unknown. This was a fantasy rp. the setting, time has frozen still. Those who are still able to move gained powers, but are being hunted down. My character was kidnapped and beaten just before the event. Then he gained teleportation and freed himself. Now he was afraid of people, but eventually teamed up with another person. Due to some miscommunication between me and the other player, we ended up fighting and both just stopped. The other character I played was the main villain. Some old guy from Ancient Egypt who stops time and grants power, only to steal it away to gain extra years of his life. Apparently the owner liked the way I played villains.

Name Unknown. This was a sci-fi rp. Setting wasn't very clear. My character was an ex alien slave who had the power transform his body for a few hours at a time. Somehow he learned that by eating people he can keep that form permanently. He starts a rebellion and frees his people. He then goes across the universe freeing other worlds from slavery. His cannibalism allows himself to extend his life by replacing body parts with the ones he's eaten. It doesn't need to make sense. His species however only lives up to 50 years, and he was like 150, so his mind was all there. When he meets the other characters it wasn't too bad. But like a dumb fucking idiot I thought "You know, I should give him a flaw to round him out a bit more. What could a person who frees slaves have as a flaw? Oh I know, I'll make him a pedo. Genius!" And then he starts simping for a little hours old baby! Like how dumb could I be to miss the huge flaw that is him being a fucking cannibal?! And then I tried to pass it off as normal? Like jesus christ bro, what were you thinking? Yeah, that rp didn't last much longer after that, and I don't blame them. If you were from there and end up reading this, I'm so sorry.

Misc.

These are for all the others that I have forgotten about or just don't fit neatly into the other categories.

I have 5 dnd characters. Whose names elude me, but they were a human paladin, a tabaxi rogue, a gnome sorcerer, a half-elf barbarian, and a hombrew creature druid. Because of scheduling these never did get anywhere.

DBZ OC - ???. Yeah that was his name. He was created on some dbz forum website. I got like one post in before I stopped. I had no idea what I was doing. He was also the first rp character I ever created.

If I remember anymore characters I'll update.

#roleplay #roleplay history #jesus this is long #looking back i had blast when I was younger #would i do this again? #Yes I would #Exactly the same? #absolutely not #Still it was a nice trip down memory lane #long post