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incorrectdmp · 7 months
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Murder God: Welcome to Mimic Ikea! Don’t worry about it.
Tommy: is Mimic Ikea one large mimic housing many smaller mimics?
Murder God: Don’t worry about it.
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Tommy Gwendolyn from Discord Murder Party read Warrior Cats
[Requested by @floorgoblin, art taken from @/miss-goggles]
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boygirlctommy · 1 year
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the most powerful witch on the boiling isles!
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badflicks · 1 year
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Wednesday - Season 1 (2023) 🍕🍕🍕
Meandering; But still a good bit of teen horror fun.
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karmirage · 9 months
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some fun facts for the @tournament-of-x voters
The oldest contestants currently in the match (and by oldest, I mean “the date of their first appearance”, not their actual ages) are Magneto, Jean Grey, Bobby Drake/Iceman, and Scott Summers/Cyclops. All four of them first appear in X-Men #1 in 1963.
The youngest contestant currently in the match (again, in terms of the dates of their first appearance, not actual age) is Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool, who first debuted in Howard the Duck #1 in 2015.
Of the contestants, only Laura Kinney/Wolverine appeared first on screen -- her first ever appearance was in Season 3, Episode 10 of X-Men: Evolution in August of 2003. This would be later followed by her first comic appearance in NYX #3, in December of 2003.
As far as classic teams go: the 33 characters remaining include three of the original five X-Men (Jean, Bobby, Scott), four of the classic nine New Mutants (Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma, Dani Moonstar/Mirage, Roberto da Costa/Sunspot, and Illyana Rasputin/Magik -- Dani, Xuân, and Roberto are also founding members), and two people who have two first appearances (both Illyana and Nathan Summers/Cable appear in canon continuity as babies/toddlers prior to appearing later under their aliases -- Illyana appears in Giant-Sized X-Men #1 in 1975 and Nathan appears in Uncanny X-Men #201 in 1985). Two contestants are also part of the iconic Giant-Sized X-Men team created in 1975 -- Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler and Ororo Munroe/Storm. Two members of the original Generation X remain (Monet St. Croix/M/Penance and Jubilation Lee/Jubilee), as well as two from the Academy X era (David Alleyne and Megan Gwynn, from the New Mutants second generation team and the Paragons, respectively), three if you choose to count Laura Kinney/Wolverine, who joined the remaining students of New X-Men vol. 2 just after M-Day.
All the contestants save nine made their first appearances in X-books (X-Men, Giant-Sized X-Men, Uncanny X-Men, New Mutants, X-Factor, X-Force, Generation X, X-Men: Evolution and New X-Men). The ones who do not first appear in X-books are Mystique (Ms. Marvel #18 in 1978, though she technically had a cameo appearance two issues prior), Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Marvel Team-Up #100 in 1980), Anna Marie Lebeau/Rogue (Avengers Annual #10, 1981), Dani Moonstar/Mirage and Roberto da Costa/Sunspot (both in Marvel Graphic Novel #4 in 1983), Billy Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (Young Avengers #1, 2005), Tommy Shepherd/Speed (Young Avengers #10, 2006), Eden Fesi/Manifold (Secret Warriors #4, 2009), and Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool (Howard the Duck #1, 2015).
Demographically speaking, four characters in the tournament are canonically Jewish -- Magneto, Kate Pryde, Billy Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan, and Bobby Drake/Iceman (thanks for the reminder, @/ant-ifascottlang!) Though it hasn’t been confirmed, one might assume that Tommy Shepherd/Speed and Lorna Dane/Polaris are also Jewish, being related to them.
The 70s and the 80s are proving themselves to be the most popular -- 8 candidates that were created in the 70s are still in the tournament (Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler, Ororo Munroe/Storm, Illyana Rasputin/Magik, Mystique, Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora, Kitty/Kate Pryde, and Emma Frost/White Queen), and 8 characters created in the 80s are still in the tournament as well (Irene Adler/Destiny, Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma, Anna Marie Lebeau/Rogue, Dani Moonstar/Mirage, Roberto da Costa/Sunspot, Nathan Summers/Cable, Julio Richter/Rictor, and Jubilation Lee/Jubilee).
Of the other decades: seven characters were introduced in the 2000s (Eloise Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, David Alleyne/Prodigy, Laura Kinney/Wolverine, Megan Gwynn/Pixie, Billy Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan, Tommy Shepherd/Speed, and Eden Fesi/Manifold), five were introduced in the 60s (Magneto, Jean Grey, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Scott Summers/Cyclops, and Lorna Dane/Polaris), and four were introduced in the 90s (Remy Lebeau/Gambit, Lucas Bishop, Neena Thurman/Domino, and Monet St. Croix/M/Penance). Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool is the only character remaining in the tournament to be introduced after 2010.
One character is canonically Muslim -- Monet St. Croix/M/Penance.
Eleven characters are canonically LGBTQ+: Bobby Drake/Iceman, Mystique, Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar, Kitty/Kate Pryde, Irene Adler/Destiny, Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma, Julio Richter/Rictor, David Alleyne/Prodigy, Billy Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan, Tommy Shepherd/Speed, and Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool.
Laura Kinney/Wolverine, Remy Lebeau/Gambit (thanks for the reminder, @/souldagger!) and Megan Gwynn/Pixie have been confirmed by writers to be queer, but there has been no on-panel confirmation for any of them beyond Pixie’s appearance/alternate dimension self in Secret Wars.
Without counting the upcoming Uncanny Avengers, at least three characters have been recurring Avengers -- Anna Marie Lebeau/Rogue, Roberto da Costa/Sunspot, and Eden Fesi/Manifold. Rogue and Sunspot also notably led teams of Avengers. Several other candidates have been Young Avengers -- David Alleyne/Prodigy, Billy Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (who was a founding member), and Tommy Shepherd/Speed.
Ten characters are mutants of color -- Ororo Munroe/Storm is Kenyan-American and grew up in Cairo, Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma is Vietnamese, Dani Moonstar/Mirage is Indigenous American, specifically Cheyenne, Roberto da Costa is Afrolatino and from Brazil, Julio Richter/Rictor is Mexican, Jubilation Lee/Jubilee is Chinese-American, Lucas Bishop is Aboriginal Australian/Black American (according to Chris Claremont, who confirmed that Bishop is indeed descended from Aboriginal Australian mutant Gateway), Monet St. Croix/M/Penance is Monacan-Algerian, David Alleyne/Prodigy is a Black American, and Eden Fesi/Manifold is Aboriginal Australian.
While Laura Kinney/Wolverine first appeared as a visibly brown girl in X-Men: Evolution, her design has since been lightened and she does not have a confirmed ethnicity.
Only eight of the remaining contestants have never appeared in live-action adaptations -- Irene Adler/Destiny, Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (though her name is shown on a computer screen in X2: X-Men United), Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora, David Alleyne/Prodigy, Megan Gwynn/Pixie, Eden Fesi/Manifold, and Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool. Of these, only Karma, Penance, Prodigy, Manifold, and Gwenpool have no on-screen appearances at all -- the others appear in the various animated series (Destiny has a recurring appearance in X-Men: Evolution, Pixie pops up in Wolverine and the X-Men, and the Beaubier twins appear in the X-Men cartoon of the 90s). While Penance is listed on Wikipedia as being in Wolverine and the X-Men, it does not cite an episode, though her twin younger sisters appear in Season 1 Episode 10 “Greetings from Genosha.” **this post has been corrected -- Monet St. Croix/M/Penance appears in the direct to TV Generation X movie (thanks for the reminder, @/cranechel!)
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𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 ║ Chapter 6 - I Clung To Your Hands So That Something Human Might Exist in the Chaos
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| FERAL WOMAN | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader
| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 5.7k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: PTSD/anxiety/grief related situations | CHAPTER SUMMARY: You are finally able to express your gratitude and affection for Susan. It’s a reminder of all the reward for placing your full trust in people again. When a distressing part of your history lays claim to you, it disrupts your delicate ability to put your faith in others. But what if you have no other choice?
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Tommy and Maria’s baby girl was beautiful. She was the smallest thing you’d ever seen in your life. You had politely declined holding her as you had very little experience caring for tiny humans, and the last thing you wanted to do was accidentally hurt her. Thankfully Ellie was on the same wavelength as you, so you weren’t the only one rejecting Jackson’s newest bundle of joy, Gwendolyn Miller. It was a family name on Maria’s side, and Tommy agreed to it so long as he could pick the nickname.
“Hi, Gwen,” Ellie whispered, hovering behind the couch over Joel’s shoulder to get a better look. She was asleep, but her precious face was hard to ignore and drew almost constant cosseting and syrupy admiration.
“You can touch her, you know,” Joel says quietly. He gently nudged his side into yours.
You sat next to Joel with your hands neatly folded in your lap as you craned over Gwen’s head. Joel’s hand engulfed Gwen’s entire head, snug and soft against his chest. He’d done all this before, you had learned. He hadn’t told you much about it, but he had mentioned in passing a couple of times that he’d lost a young daughter during outbreak. You didn’t push him for any details. It was a sort of code you both honored where sharing snippets from your past was not a blanket invitation for exploration and questions, unless it was offered.
“But Maria said she had holes in her head,” you whisper. Although you were being completely serious, your solemn delivery only made Joel struggle to pull the line of his mouth straight.
“Just soft spots. She’s fine. Just don’t go pokin’ and you’ve got nothin’ to worry about,” he ribbed. 
You reluctantly graze the tip of your finger against her forehead and soft curls. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be. It was actually easy to get wrapped up in the little noises she let out and miniature flexes of muscle in her face as she slept.
“She’s so pretty,” you breathe. 
Joel murmured an agreement, although his eyes were locked on you instead of the little baby asleep in his arms.
The only tension around Tommy and Maria was from the beautiful chaos of having a newborn. A few hours of sleep logged here and there. Quick swipes of food when they remembered. Showers when they had the chance. There was no residual conflict from your celebration dinner, and, even if there had been, they both were way too busy being new parents to worry about something minor like that.
Susan stayed behind to help with a few household tasks while you, Joel, and Ellie left before you overstayed your welcome. On the way out the door, Maria reminded you to check with the trade and supply hub about new clothes. You thanked her, as if you could forget that you needed to exchange the garments you had first acquired in Jackson.
Ellie walked ahead, impatient to get back to her comic books and some alone time, while you and Joel ambled at your usual rhythm. Joel regularly walked you home from your patrol station work, and he didn’t forgo the trip even if he was off that day and had no reason to be there other than to accompany you. You knew it wasn’t just because he wanted to make sure you got home safely, and your heart erupted into a pitiful, beautiful river of mirth every time you remembered that he enjoyed your company.
“New clothes, huh?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah. Gonna trade in my stuff from when I got here,” you reply.
“Can’t imagine you woulda worn ‘em down already.” There’s a hint of a question in his tone that suggests he’s inquisitive about the topic but doesn’t want to pry.
“No, it’s not that. They’re not in bad condition or anything. I just need some bigger sizes, especially for my pants,” you explain. You absentmindedly look down at your attire for the day, smoothing a hand over the fitted fabric across your belly and hips.
“S’that right?” Joel made a contemplative noise. He was quick to tear his gaze away from your hand trailing against your midsection before you noticed.
“I mean, I guess I’ve gained some weight. Since I got here,” you clarify, thinking Joel didn’t understand.
“Good,” he says firmly. 
You peer up at him with a slight tilt of the head and scrunched face in expectation of some sort of comment on your figure. You hope he wouldn’t say anything, even if it was a flattering observation. You tried not to think about your outwards self too much. The less you were reminded of it, the better. The veiled mirrors in your house were as good a testament to that as any.
“Means you’re feelin’ safe enough to slow down a little bit and eat some square meals. Takes gettin’ used to, I know.”
Joel dawdled alongside you, hands resting comfortably in his pockets. He glanced down at the ground as he spoke, an atypical behavior for him. He peeked at you from the corner of his eye as though he was gauging if this was a permitted topic of conversation.
You bob your head in agreement. You relaxed a bit after it was clear he wasn’t going to treat your body as a public forum for thoughts and opinions. “Yeah. I have an appetite now. It’s so weird.”
“Good thing you got your own private reserves of jerky, I guess,” he teases.
“Again, your fault,” you laugh.
You playfully shouldered into his side and kept your eyes on the ground to help distract from the tingly, warm feeling in your belly. It was happening more and more often, and only when you were with Joel. You thought it couldn’t be much of a bad thing given how nice it made you feel.
Joel smiled quietly next to you and made sure you got in your door safely before heading off with a wave.
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Susan returned from Tommy and Maria’s with a full rundown of just how perfect Gwen was. You couldn’t help but smile as she spoke with unbridled glee. She was one of those people who just seemed destined to always be a mother or at the very least the guardian of something precious she could pour all her love into.
You felt a pang of guilt when she mentioned how much she enjoyed visiting with Tommy and Maria. You had been spending a good portion of your time with Joel and Ellie, frequently hanging out at their house until dinnertime. Susan never guilt tripped you for it, but you still felt bad that you weren’t spending as much time with her as you used to. Like you should be.
“Listen, Susan. I’m-I’m sorry if I haven’t been, you know, around as much. It’s not that I don’t like being with you,” you start with a nervous lilt.
“Oh what on earth do you mean, Bug?” she tuts. Susan was even quicker than Joel to shut down any whiff of self-negativity from you.
“I mean, just my shifts at the patrol station. And, spending more time over at Joel and Ellie’s.”
You crinkle your pursed lips to the side. You weren’t really sure how to word these kinds of things. It was difficult enough to pick which feeling took priority or which one to present first if they all seemed to hold the same weight. Putting all the words in the correct order, in the right tone, with the right body language felt like a riddle straight out of Greek mythology.
“That’s what you’re supposed to be doing, Bug!” she insists. “It’s a good thing. It means I’m doing my part to make you feel comfortable here. In fact, I think I’d be rather upset with myself if you weren’t starting to put yourself out there a little bit.”
“Really? You mean that?” you press.
“Absolutely,” she promises.
“Thanks, Susan,” was all you could force past the lump collecting in your throat.
This woman was such a treasure to you. You felt sorry for the entirety of Jackson missing out on having Susan around whenever winter picked up. You got to have her to yourself every day, and it almost felt greedy keeping such a lovely thing for yourself. Then again, before you came into the picture, Susan had been patiently waiting for “the right roommate” to come along. You and Susan had really found one another when you needed each other the most.
When you sniffed back your mawkish ruminations, Susan mistook it for anxiety. “Now now, Bug. It’s alright. You can always take a minute if you’re feeling overwhelmed. You know that. You did perfectly fine just then. I knew just what you were saying and everything. Go on and take a break, and we can pick up our chat later when you’re ready.”
Deciding now was as good a time as any to continue “putting yourself out there,” you cleared your throat and demystified the antsy air clouding you. 
“Actually, Susan, it’s not really that. Not that sort of a thing. I just– I got a little emotional? I guess because of, because I was-I was thinking how I think everyone should have a Susan in their life. Everyone should have a Susan of their own. I’m- just- I’m really lucky.”
A diffuse, glistening glow cast over Susan’s eyes. “Oh, Bug. You’re such a sweet girl. I’m the lucky one.”
An idea flitted through your head so quickly you almost lost track of it. It was a stupid idea.
You shouldn’t do it. 
Yes, you should. 
Fuck it.
“Do you think that, maybe.. maybe if I could give you a hug?” you ask. “A small one?” you add hastily.
You really did want to hug Susan, but you didn’t entirely trust your negative reactions that seemed to spring up from nowhere at the worst times. A small hug would be a good starting place. Better safe than sorry.
Susan beamed ear to ear. “I think that sounds amazing.”
She held her arms out and waited for you to initiate. You ambled closer and slowly circled your arms around her middle. When you felt her light as air embrace around you, you let go of the breath you were vaguely aware you’d been holding. You weren’t sure what to do, but you could almost hear Joel’s voice in your head: Trust your instincts. Do what feels right. Don’t think too much about it.
You tucked your head against her shoulder, and that was the little gesture that emboldened Susan to gently run her palm down your hair. You trembled slightly at the enveloping comfort it all brought you.
“You’re doing so well, Bug. I’m so, so proud of you,” she whispered into your hair.
“I-I think I’m proud of me, too,” you confess.
You shared a nervous giggle together before releasing your holds. When you took a step back, the joy and pride on Susan’s face made you want to burst into tears.
If this was what being Susan’s roommate was like, you could only imagine the love this woman must have had for her daughter in all the years before her untimely passing. If Susan wanted to be your surrogate mother figure, you’d indulge her every damn day of the week for the rest of your life.
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Ellie’s comics took up most of the kitchen table as she tried explaining the general plot of her favorite series to you. You had never really been into the science fiction kind of stuff, but you entertained her anyway. It was nice how she wanted to share one of her favorite things with you. Joel just seemed grateful that you were tackling it this time, giving him a much needed break from Ellie’s impassioned pitches about the absolute gem that was Savage Starlight.
You noticed one of the copies looked much less worn than the others. “This your newest one?” you ask, tapping the serial in question.
“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I dunno.”
She shrugged and tucked her face lower. The swing of her mood in the complete opposite direction had you worried you’d done something to upset her.
You had been a little off today after a few nights of poor sleep. Something about the whole situation with Nathan had started a domino effect on your nerves and had made it more difficult to fall and stay asleep without any nasty dreams cropping up a few times a week. You were working through the feelings of anxiety that someone could still “get you” in Jackson, even though you knew you were safe. Joel would keep you safe.
Still, it was a difficult feeling to shake. You rejected the notion of being a victim, but you could admit that you felt like vulnerable prey, unaware of the lurking predator stalking you and waiting for you to put your guard down a little too much.
You practiced patience and understanding with yourself as much as possible, just like Joel had encouraged you to. A day at a time was all you could ask of yourself, as he frequently reminded you.
“Sorry if I said something. I’m just, I’m sort of tired, I guess. Didn’t sleep as much as I should’ve last night,” you offer in way of explanation and apology.
Joel busied himself with washing dishes at the sink, but you caught the swift, fluid turn of his head your direction at your remark. You pretend to not notice his concerned profile. You’d dealt with much worse than a few nights of bad sleep. He didn’t need to trouble himself with it. God knows he’d done plenty for you since you got here and continued to find ways to help you along. Something this small didn’t necessitate his concern.
Joel worried too much, sometimes, you thought. Between you, Ellie, and baby Gwen, he was never short on somebody to fuss over - of course with his best impression of an austere, stoic protector who wasn’t just a bleeding-heart over those dearest to him at the end of the day. It wasn’t something he’d vocalized to you, but it was something you’d felt from him enough times to know what sort of man he was deep down.
Ellie’s eyes hesitated over the serial before training her focus to another.
“No, it’s alright. It’s just from a… friend. We met them when we were traveling. But he, uh, he didn’t make it. My friend. He liked this comic, too,” she shares, idly pushing some of the comics around and avoiding your gaze. “It was his, though. The newer looking one. I took it after he… well, anyway. After he wasn’t around anymore, I took it with me.”
You nodded sympathetically. Joel was stiff as he washed the plate in his hands for what must have been the third time now. He seemed more on edge than usual. You hope he isn’t getting too worked up over you not getting all the rest you need.
“Yeah, I just guess I shouldn’t have taken it, maybe. I don’t know why I did. Like for a memory of him, maybe, or something,” Ellie mumbles, poking absentmindedly at various pieces in her collection. “No, I understand,” you reassure her. “It’s a nice way to-to keep his memory alive. Celebrating something he loved. And now you can share it with other people, too. Sharing it with me. I’m sure your friend would’ve wanted you to have it. I think it’s a nice way to remember someone.”
You felt the emotion of painful memories blooming before they came into your mind. Mae. You missed her. You wished so badly you had something of hers that you could’ve taken with you. Just something to hold, to have, to show that she existed. That she was real. That she was probably the best friend you’d ever had. 
The entirety of her existence was now limited to the scraps and flickers of memories you had of her. There were so, so many horrendous memories with her, but you felt guilty willing those away and only trying to preserve the good. It was like you were denying her existence by letting those times, however tormenting and grievous they were, slip away into a wash of nothingness in your mind. 
You alone carried her story with you. No family. No friends. No one except you. You’d heard an expression once that hadn’t made much sense at the time but had come to be acutely within your comprehension:
We die twice. The first being when you draw your last breath. The second being the last time someone speaks your name.
You hadn’t spoken about Mae to anyone. You’d given her a grave in your thoughts, burying her life, not speaking her name and telling her story to anyone willing to listen. It was as though you were killing her this time. Giving her another death. Refusing her the only life you could offer, the one where her memory lived on through you and the narrative of her life as told by you.
Your eyes began to pinch. You shake your head and repeat yourself, hoping that it wasn’t too obvious you’d gone into a bit of a tailspin just now. “But, y-yeah, remembering people. It’s nice. To do that. Your comics.”
Joel wasn’t even pretending to wash the dishes anymore. He was angled towards you halfway. He’d probably picked up on your digression and stilted words. You needed to get yourself sorted, and quickly, before you made Joel worry for nothing. 
Ellie just sort of hummed a nonresponse, lost in her own thoughts just as you had been.
“Probably. Sam was sort of a little kid, though, so he probably wouldn’t have known any better how messed up it kinda is,” she ponders aloud, the guilt obvious in her voice. You wilted into a stony slump in your chair. A hard thumping noise rose in your ears. 
“But yeah, it’s cool to share it with people. Sam would’ve like that, I think,” she decides.
You were gripping your elbows so tight that your fingers were starting to tingle.
“Hello? You okay?” Ellie asks, suddenly cognizant of your changed composure. “M’fine,” you grit out in a whisper. Joel had turned around fully now and was rushing his hands through a towel to dry them off. “If it’s because Sam was just a kid, I don’t have to talk about it anymore if it’s upsetting to you,” Ellie offers, unsure of what she had done or said that had clearly set you off. “Stop,” you grit out again with a strangled effort. Your eyes screwed shut, and acid lapped at your throat.
Stop saying his name. Stop saying his name. Stop saying his name.
“Hey.” Joel’s soft voice came from behind you along with a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“NO!” you bellow, rocketing to your feet and knocking your chair over. You couldn’t stop yourself launching  a defensive swing in Joel’s direction, causing him to take a large step back.
The bouts of air you sharply gulped wracked through your chest in punctured, dry pulls, but you didn’t feel like you were getting enough oxygen. Your brain was screaming at you to fight, escape, protect yourself. You couldn’t find the threat, which meant that everything was a threat.
“Shit! Alright, I won’t say another word!” Ellie frantically vows, unsure what exactly she had done to spur this from you. She backed against the counter to put a wide space between the two of you. 
Her emphatic appeal and physical retreat hauled you back into reality where shame readily awaited your return.
You glanced between her wild eyed confusion and Joel’s knowing frown. Overcome with your embarrassing spectacle, you scurry to run from the room, only managing to stumble backwards over your fallen chair. A sickly thud echoed as all your weight fell on your right hand and wrist. The stinging, shooting pain was immediate, but you ignored it as you scrambled backwards, propelled by your heels and elbows.
“Jesus Christ, Joel, help her before she fuckin’ goes through a wall or something!” Ellie barks out. 
Your eyes darted skittishly to Joel who had his hands raised to his shoulders, palms out to demonstrate his nonthreatening advance.
“Sweetheart, can you hear me?”
He crouched slowly and winced at the demand it put on his knees. He rested a knee on the floor and extended a hand.
“Hey, right here, baby. Look at me.” Soft. Quiet. Helpful.
You wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. They felt trapped behind your eyes. Just a few moments ago you’d been willing them away, and now that you wished they’d just fall as they now swell and burn behind your vision. A sort of weak, shrill noise emanated from your throat. Your wrist was thumping in an undeniably afflicted rhythm, the fiery pulse of your blood rushing to the site.
“I’m gonna help you up. I’m gonna put my right arm behind you from your left side, and I’m gonna keep my left arm by my side completely, alright?”Joel’s eyes searched yours. You realize you had yet to answer him.
Ellie gawked at Joel as if he were on a LSD bender calling out bizarre Twister prompts to a party of equally strung out guests. “Dude, she doesn’t need a play by play!  Just fuckin’ help her up!”
But you did need a play by play, and Joel did just as he had told you. No surprises. No changes. Only what you had been told and what you hadn’t refused. Your left hand, the only one that was working properly at the moment, grabbed onto Joel’s side, not letting go even after he had steadied you to your feet. Following your lead, he didn’t let go either.
“Grab a bucket from the garage and go get some of the snow from the back corner where it still hasn’t melted and gets real icy,” he instructed over his shoulder to Ellie. Normally one to argue, Ellie did as she was asked without a word.
“Look at me.” Joel’s voice was low and calm. You looked up. “You okay now?”
You nodded meekly, unsure if it was the truth or not.
“You don’t have to be. I was just askin’,” he adds.
You blinked slowly a few times. You were on autopilot, going through whatever motions and words your mind was puppetting you through. “I-I need to s-s-sit. Sit w’me.”
“Alright. Where d’ya wanna sit?” he asks. Calm. Low. Slow. Gentle. Safe.
“Couch.”
Joel’s arm never left your back just as your hand never left his side. You weren’t woozy, you weren’t disoriented, you weren’t even unsteady on your feet. You were just holding on because it brought you comfort. Holding onto this man brought you a sense of comfort. It was still such an odd thing. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it or if it would always feel a bit strange and unusual to be soothed by it. To feel secure instead of scared. Ellie came back in with the bucket of crunchy snow and plopped a handful of it into two stacked tea towels before winding it up into a ball at Joel’s instruction. Joel moved his arm from your back and held his hand out for you to offer your injured one. You presented it to him with slight hesitation, but it was out of apprehension for what the damage was rather than him touching you. Joel gingerly assessed your forearm, wrist, hand, fingers, all of it until he seemed content with his findings. Though he was gentle as could be, you still flinched and hissed at the pain when he moved your hand a certain way. “Just a sprain. Nothing too severe. Nothing broken or snapped, at least.” His words came so confidently and calmly that it actually distracted you a little from the throbbing pain. “Ellie, change out the towels with new snow if it starts ta’melt too much. M’gonna go ask Tommy for somethin’ to keep her swellin’ down.” “You’re leaving?” Your question sounded more frantic than you had intended. Joel lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “Only for a little bit,” he promised. “And th-then you’re coming back? Right back?” you plead, not really caring how stupid or weak you sounded. “I’m goin’ straight to Tommy’s a few doors down and then straight back here.” You nodded, and his gaze softened once you appeared calmed by this assurance to get back to you quickly. You didn’t mind Ellie’s company. In fact, you rather enjoyed spending time with her, but right now the only person you wanted to be with and look after you was Joel. 
You didn’t mull it over or question why exactly that was. Right now you were just allowing yourself to feel it and not have to have any explanation or reason for it other than it just was.
When Joel returned less than 10 minutes later, he had a small glass jar with a lid screwed on, housing noisy little tablets that rocked and jumped with his heavy steps. Ellie grabbed a glass of water for you at his request, which you gratefully accepted. Your mouth felt rather dry from all the humiliation.
You went to take the pill from Joel, not feeling the need to ask what it was, but were immediately reminded of your out-of-operations hand. Silently asking and subsequently receiving your look of permission, Joel pinched the tablet between his thumb and pointer finger and placed it on your tongue. You chased it down quickly with large gulps of water.
“Give us just a minute, Ellie. Head out to your room, and I’ll call you back in.” Ellie, ever agreeable today, went quietly without dispute, leaving you and Joel together on the couch. The floor creaked in the kitchen before the backdoor snapped shut and signaled you were alone.
“You’re gonna need to take this medicine a coupla times a day for the next few days. And ice your hand and wrist for the next 24 hours at least. Probably closer to 48 since I think it’s leanin’ a bit more moderate than mild. Not sure yet about a splint. You think Susan can help you with all that?”
You nod silently. “How’s it feel?” “It hurts, but..  it-it’s better.” You thoughtfully turned your wrist the smallest degree manageable to test your assertion and grimaced when a pain shot up through your elbow. “You’re gonna need ta’leave it be. Can’t be usin’ it or it’s not gonna get better any time soon,” Joel instructed. “Can you look at it again?” you ask.
Your imploring glance had an effect on Joel almost instantly.  He studied you for a moment, searching for something. An answer to a question that you didn’t even know how to formulate. Yet, here Joel was, trying his best to figure it out for the both of you.
You know it sounded ridiculous to ask him to look again. There wasn’t anything Joel was going to see that he hadn’t already come to discover, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to delicately hold your wrist in his large, warm hands while rendering such precise movements as to barely smart your sprain. You wanted him to take care of you, to be gentle with you, to fuss over you. Just a little while longer. He sighed and looked down at your wrist. A small shake of his head. It didn’t appear he’d conjured any appeasing response despite his best efforts.
“Honey, it’s sprained at the very least. Me lookin’ it over ain’t gonna change that,” he explains gently. “I know that,” your voice breaks. “Just look at it again.” Joel seemed to catch on that you weren’t asking for him to reevaluate his conclusion. “You want me to look at it again?” he echoes, hoping for you to elaborate. “Yeah. You know, just- maybe hold it and see if it’s really bad,” you specify clumsily in a half-hearted whisper. Your request was so jumbled and awkward that it could hardly qualify as being dishonest. You wanted to be forthright. You just didn’t know how to get the words out to convey it. You wanted Joel to comfort you. “Alright.”
Joel’s tone indicated he wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be doing, only that whatever it might be was what you needed to feel comfortable. His fingertips brushed along your skin, his tender hold feeling like an anchor to him. Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, Joel working over your sprain again in an unhurried mediation.
“Is it okay if I rest your arm here?” You open your eyes to see Joel is gesturing to his thigh. Your eyes flit to his, only a small part of you unsure. You nod firmly, showing certainty in your approval.
You watch curiously as he drapes your arm against his thigh, carefully separating your fingers into a fanned position across his knee. You tense slightly at the tight pulling feeling, and you can sense Joel pausing each time to check in on your face, your expression, your feelings, your thoughts. “Gonna feel pressure. Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much.”
You chewed your bottom lip, working the worry and jitters through your teeth. Joel warning you of a possible unpleasant feeling and asking you to vocalize it to him so he can pull back or stop . . . it was overwhelming. You had never been warned. You had never been encouraged to vocalize your hurt and pain and cries for it to stop unless it was some fucked up power imbalance being enacted by some sadist. By Sam.
Joel pressed his palms with gradual force against your arm and wrist. It was a bittersweet feeling of sensitivity and appeasement. Ultimately it felt better than it hurt. 
“You okay? I know it doesn’t feel great. Probably need a splint for a few days just to keep it from too much motion.”  Joel isn’t sure if it’s his words or his movements that have you tensing and on the verge of tears. 
“Tell me to stop.” It’s a soft command, ordering you to tell him if you don’t want this. You shake your head back and forth in exaggerated movements and breathe around the tight feeling in your throat. 
“Well, if you aren’t gonna tell me to stop with words then I’m just gonna to take your silent cues ‘n stop,” he decides, carefully placing your hand onto your lap. The loss of his touch feels worse than the sting of your sprain. “It’s not that. Please. Don’t,” you choke out, holding Joel’s curious gaze. “Please. Can you sit? Very still? Just like you are. And-And don’t move?”
He nods, glancing you up and down as though he’s not sure what is coming next. You’re not even sure what’s coming next, but you feel yourself moving anyway. You lean forward enough to pick Joel’s hand up and bring it down over your head behind your back, guiding it to your hip. The freed curve of his side now open to you, you sidle closer into him.
You carefully grab his other hand and place it on top of your sprain before resting your uninjured one on top. You nuzzle the back of your head against his shoulder, sinking into the expanse of him. Joel remained still but pliable, careful to not be stiff to your arranging. 
“Just hold me here like this for a little bit,” you bid in a hush. Joel answers by way of tightening his grasp of you ever so slightly and rubbing circles with his thumb against you.
“Anything you need from me, you’ve got it.” His voice is soothing, modulated, familiar. Safe.
Your lashes flutter against your cheeks. You can feel the wet there now. You wonder when you started crying. You sniff a few times, but your streams just feel hotter and more eager to spill over.
“Tell me what I can do. Please. Anything.” Joel’s firm, steady voice that existed in perpetuity wavered slightly.
Your eyes drift up to meet his. He’s looking down at you, now the one who’s pleading for something. Wishing and willing for anything that could help you. His hand between yours twitches. You think back to the time the two of you first went to the market alone. The talk you had on the way. The tears you’d shed then. The way he’d hesitated and then pulled back when he wanted to wipe them away.
You reach for his hand and guide it to your cheek where hot rivulets trickle steadily all the way down your jaw and neck. Even with your prompting, he hesitates to touch your face. So, you lean into his open palm. Your eyes flutter shut and squeeze tight at the overwhelming repose and contentment it engulfs you in. You nuzzle against it shamelessly, soaking up all of these foreign comforts.
Your whimper of a sigh, resounding in the solace of the gesture, seems to be the compelling evidence of your resolute consent that he is at liberty to nurture and pacify your distress. His thumbs swipes gentle passes across the curves of your face, skimming the tears off where they’re still gathering.
“S’this okay?” Your lids lift with concerted effort. You can feel the lack of sleep creeping up on you even more rapidly now. 
“MMmhmmmmm,” you murmur back.
“How ‘bout you take a rest, sweetheart? I’ll wake you up in a little bit. Wouldn’t mind longer, but Ellie’ll get worked up if she ain’t called back soon.” Joel’s words already sound fuzzy.
“Righ’here?” you mumble.
You feel Joel’s chest vibrate with a chuckle. You could hear his heartbeat, steady and low. Were you laying on him? You jerked awake slightly and ebbed back into a lull when you realize you’d only slumped into his side where he’d cradled you tighter against him, legs drawn up slightly so you could dip into his middle all the more.
“Yeah, honey. Right here.” His breaths pull and press against your head where he’s resting his own. Joel had said you could have anything from him that you needed, and as you drift off you know with every fiber of your being that he could wholeheartedly deliver on that invitation.
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If only we all had our very own Susan. 😣💞
The title of this chapter is a quote from Hélène Cixous.
Thank you for reading, commenting, and reblogging! Y'all are wonderful.
catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥
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descendants-brat · 5 months
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What's in the works
Peaky blinder oneshots
Tommy x OC named Gwendolyn (slightly dark more of gothic fiction)
"Gwendolyn is Tommy's younger wife who after marriage struggles with not being accepted into the Shelby family and living in Grace's shadow. The oneshot is her journey in finding out whether or not Tommy loves her and if being married to him is worth the misery. (Slightly inspired by the movie Rebecca 1940)
Tommy x OC (currently un-named) + Dadtommy! and DarkTommy!
Years after their marriage and becoming the mother to his two existing children and giving him three more, OC and Tommy struggle with their rebellious daughter who is on the brink of adulthood and slipping out of Tommy's grip. Their kids have thankfully never seen the true extent to how violent and controlling Tommy could really be and OC fears that with their daughter's behavior it will resurface. She struggles with wanting to help her daughter find her happiness, despite their rocky relationship or have her face the cold hard truth of what really being a Shelby is: Whatever Tommy says goes
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xgoldxnhour · 2 months
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A Very Descriptive Profile of Your Muse
Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some of your own!
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Name: Eloise Gwendolyn le Roux
Nickname(s): El, Blondie, Winnie, le Roux, bug, Birdie, Cyan, Goldie, Sunshine
Title(s): Bar/Coffeeshop owner, Sheriff/Deupty’s Wife
Age: 27-34
Species: Human
Sex: Female
Nationality: South African (Dutch & French)
Interests: Reading, TV Shows, Thrifting, Cooking, Baking, Knitting, Hiking, Poetry, Traveling, Naps, Animal Adopting
Profession: Bar/Coffeeshop Owner, Preschool Teacher, Nurse (verse specific)
Body type: Slim
Eyes: Real Fucking Blue
Hair: Blonde/Dirty Blonde and Monstrously Curly
Skin: Light Porcelain
Face: Imogen Poots
Posture: Pretty fucked. Always leaning or hunched over or in a ball
Height: 5’5”
Signature outfit: Mom jeans, a white t-shirt, partner’s overshirt
Significant Other: Sam, Rick, Shane, Tommy, Isaac, Sebastian, Negan (verse specific)
Companions: Her sibling(s), Tony Stark (marvel verse)
Strengths: Loyal, Positive, Tenacious, Goofy, Adaptable, Good with kids, Loving, Brave, Creative
Weaknesses: Stubborn, Impulsive, Biased, Dramatic, Reckless
Fruits: Tangerines, Peaches, Pears, Bananas, Kiwis, Pomegranate, Watermelon, Grapes
Drinks: Lemonade, Water, Rooibos tea, Guava Juice, Iced Coffee
Alcoholic Drinks: Budweiser, Gin, Mai Thais, Margarita, Lemon Drop, Soju
Smokes: No (Practically killed her uncle)
Drugs: Weed (in high school & once in a blue moon with her brother)
Driver’s License: Yes. California, Georgia, New York (verse specific)
Tagged by: @deputygonebye
Tagging: @wrathfulmercy @mettleborn @kelpforestkelpie @manhattanopus @invncibleiron
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fruitpoem · 2 months
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🎰 i think i’ve sent this in before but 🤲
scout (29, grunge band frontman) & serena kendall (37, movie director) & asami gwendolyn (25, actress) & tommy fawn (26, enviro. scientist) & serena cash (27, investor) & agnes
send 🎰 & i'll put our muses into a randomizer & post the first 5 as potential ships!
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queer-comic-showdown · 10 months
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Gwendolyn Poole (Gwenpool) - AroAce
Logan Howlett (Wolverine) - Bi
Tim Drake (Red Robin) - Bi
Raven Darkhölme (Mystique) - Bi & Genderfluid
Bobby Drake (Iceman) - Gay
Renée Montoya (The Question) - Gay
Karolina Dean - Lesbian
Connor Hawke (Green Arrow?) - Ace
Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) - ?
John Constantine - Bi
Edward Nygma (The Riddler) - Bi
Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) - Unlabled
Harleen Quinzell (Harley Quinn) - Bi
Jon Kent (Superboy/Superman) - Bi
David Alleyne (Prodigy) - Bi
Chromedome - Gay
Charlie Spring - Gay
Dr Allison Mann - Lesbian
Charlene McGowen - Trans
Alysia Yeoh - Trans
Jackson Hyde (Aqualad/Aquaman) - Gay
Xavin - Genderfluid
Teddy Altman (Hulkling) - Gay
Tommy Shepherd (Speed) - Bi
Nico Minoru - Bi
Kate Kane (Batwoman) - Lesbian
Jean-Paul Beaubier (Northstar) - Gay
Billy Kaplan (Wiccan) - Gay
Selina Kyle (Catwoman) - Bi
Lug - Trans & Lesbian
Valentine Vuong - Nonbinary
Akihiro (Fang) - Bi
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incorrectdmp · 15 days
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Ezra: the real question is how the fuck did persephone only manage to eat 6 pomegranate seeds. theyre like the fucking cocaine of fruit you cant eat just 6 singular seeds you have to pop handfuls upon handfuls into ur mouth at rapid speeds and then get sad cause you spent half an hour getting them out of the pomegranate and ate
Tommy: are you ok
Ezra: pomy granite
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debtsunpaid · 6 months
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DEBTSUNPAID: low activity, iconless, selective multi-muse sideblog, featuring canon characters + oc's based in nbc's c.onstantine show & vertigo's h.ellblazer comics. ( + some additional fandoms. ) all muses & mun are 18+, triggering content & adult themes will be present. everything will be blanket tagged as trigger /. multi-verse, multi-ship, crossover & oc-friendly.
studying themes such as: the sidekick's story, the villain's intentions, the ones left behind; escaping your fate, what was i made for, personal hells, how to hold a grudge, the misguided righteous, the evil by necessity, so you survived: now what?
written by oxly, 25, they/them. follows back from talentforlying but is not directly associated with / does not share canon with interactions on that blog unless plotted beforehand.
GUIDELINES ♙ INTEREST TRACKER ♙ BIOS (tba) ♙ PINTEREST
mobile roster + temp bios under the cut! TESTING: clarice sackville (hellblazer), tali (hellblazer), nat (hellblazer 2019), tommy willowtree (hellblazer 2019)
PRIMARIES
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THE DEMON CONSTANTINE (hellblazer comics) — pre-#250 canon only. it/he/they, british, former golem/current demon. created from the worst parts of constantine's personality, even more spiteful and annoying than the regular one, and bloodthirsty as hell to boot. fc: comics + matt ryan.
tags. vibe: us, possessor potential triggers: alcoholism, mentions/descriptions of body horror
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MANNY THE ANGEL (nbc constantine + heavy hc influence) — he/him, angelic, supposed guardian angel with secret ties to dark magic and the brujeria. manipulative shithead with a love of mind games and genuine, if sinister, interest in humanity. high tolerance/invulnerability to most weapons, painful to punch, reality manipulation & other angelic powers. fc: harold perrineau.
tags. vibe: constantine (2005), dogma potential triggers: critical discussion of religion, familial trauma, manipulation
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CLARICE SACKVILLE / THE CUMAEAN SYBIL (hellblazer + dead in america) — she/her, far older than she ought to be, a horribly wronged ancient greek oracle turned socialite, sorceress, and expert in the mystic arts. a snobby opportunist and shrewd strategist who has her pet revenant, gwendolyn, hunt tourists in order to steal their spiritual essence, de-age herself, and further extend her already-much-extended life. fc: joan collins. / youthful fc: young judi dench.
tags. vibe: breakfast at tiffany's, the silmarillion (galadriel), antigone rewritten potential triggers: sexual assault-centric backstory (not described graphically), classism
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KLAVIER LUZ FURCHTBAR / JALLAKUNTILLIOKAN (hellblazer-based oc + hellblazer comics) — over 40 (isn't sure), they/he, spanish-german, ex-astrophysicist, current engine of the fear machine, accidental vessel for the revival of jallakuntilliokan, the animus & fear-domain half of a twin god. a drifting maths tutor who lives their life half-in and half-out of the Dreaming after becoming psychically entangled with the fear god during its banishing, fighting a losing battle to separate their consciousness from its looming eldritch presence before it takes full possession, rips open reality, and assumes its god-form on earth. fc: daniel bruhl.
tags. / appendicular blog. vibe: solaris, the thing (1982), venom, disco elysium (the inner voices), southern reach trilogy: annihilation (the biologist + the crawler) potential triggers: unreality, hallucinations, possession/body manipulation + related body horror, psychological manipulation, backstory references to freezing to death & unwanted experimentation
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ANIMA / ONDINE NASIRIAN (both hellblazer-based oc's) — simultaneously 34 and as old as creation, she/they, spanish-iranian, former artist, currently the collaborative consciousness of mortal ondine and atalakuntilliokan, the anima & hope-domain half of a twin god. a wandering wonderer at all that humanity has to offer, searching the earth for her missing half (jallakuntilliokan) in an attempt to return them to the fold and restore the fragmented balance of humanity's collective subconscious before either of them can unravel themselves or the world beyond the point of saving. fc: sarah shahi.
tags. / appendicular blog. vibe: southern reach trilogy: acceptance (ghost bird + the leviathan biologist), venom, bridge to terabithia (jesse + leslie), the skeleton twins, legion (michael) potential triggers: references to suicidal ideation (primarily backstory), possession/body manipulation + related body horror
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CHAS CHANDLER (hellblazer comics) — canon-critical. early-50s, he/him, british, taxi driver, closeted bisexual, married but separated, dad. pissy dickhead who likes to pick fights and is secretly in love with his best friend. just a guy. fc: comics + owain yeoman.
tags. vibe: the world's end (andy knightly), peaky blinders potential triggers: past maternal abuse, toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia
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CHAS CHANDLER (nbc constantine) — 42, he/him, american, taxi driver, repressed bisexual, divorced dad. 6'6". soft sweater guy and good cook, functionally immortal with 47 extra souls shoved in him like a walking cannoli. limited powers of self-resurrection & speed-healing. fc: charles halford.
tags. vibe: insidious (josh), the world's end (andy knightly) potential triggers: divorce, absent fathers, internalized homophobia
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ELLIE (hellblazer comics) — she/her, british, disgraced succubus, ex-denizen of hell, widow of the angel tali. as treacherous as she is pretty, and still kinder than most. bummed about not being allowed home to hell, but has plenty of fun conning people here on earth. fc: comics + maggie q.
tags. vibe: it follows, hotel artemis (nice) potential triggers: backstory references to pregnancy, traumatic birth, loss of a child, stalking/being stalked, mistreatment of a sex worker
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FRANK NORTH (hellblazer comics w/ nbc verse) — 43, he/him, american, former/current biker gang guy depending on whether you meet him alive or as a ghost. laid-back veteran who's just here to have a good time. fc: comics + michael trucco with a ponytail.
tags. vibe: the lost boys, ferris bueller's day off potential triggers: references to the vietnam war (?)
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CHERYL MASTERS (hellblazer comics w/ nbc verse) — 56, she/her, british, human or ghost (timeline dependent), housewife and stay-at-home mum who is always about five minutes from divorce. john constantine's big sister, fiercely independent, doting mother figure, and always substituting everyone else's problems for her own. fc: comics + andrea riseborough.
tags. vibe: the haunting of hill house (olivia crain), little shop of horrors (audrey) potential triggers: mention of religious cults, unhappy marriage, backstory references to intimate partner violence ending in uxoricide
TALI (hellblazer comics + canon divergent) — he/him, fallen angel, a former guardian at the gate destroyed for falling in love with the demon chantinelle, and later resurrected by the first of the fallen to punish her. running a halfway house for supernatural strays out of the back of a laundromat while he tries to locate his wife & child and recover the powers he still retains. fc: rahul kohli.
tags tba. vibe: legion 2010 (michael), potential triggers: familial trauma, critical discussions of religion, loss of a child
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NAT (2019 hellblazer comics) — testing. 27, she/her, glaswegian scottish, bouncer/former bouncer (verse dependent) at the long lugs artisanal microbrewery while doing her literature degree. hot temper and a mean golf swing, and just fucking fine until constantine showed up. fc: comics + evan rachel wood.
tags. vibe: the green room, the magnus archives (melanie king) potential triggers: N/A
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TOMMY WILLOWTREE (2019 hellblazer comics) — testing. 32, he/him, southern english, hipster wizard, pun magician, and guardian of the merlintrove for the last 5 years (so he thinks, anyway). an idealist with more enthusiasm than sense, who lives above and works at the grokk & roll occult bookstore + cafe with his partners. fc: comics + matt biedel.
tags. vibe: legends of tomorrow (ray palmer) potential triggers: N/A
SECONDARIES
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BENEDICK OF PADUA ( much ado about nothing ) — 36, any pronouns (introduces themself as he/him), scottish-italian, a lord, loyal soldier, class clown, perennial bachelor, and truly loyal friend who wants nothing more than to party his way through high society for the rest of her life. scoffs at the idea of love, but loves to be loved; enjoys flexing their wit, but hates to be outdone. moonlights as a drag queen named nonny nonny. formerly mustnotbeproud. fc: david tennant.
tags. vibe: romeo + juliet (mercutio) potential triggers: incessant drinking, references to recreational drug use, immaturity
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RITCHIE SIMPSON (hellblazer comics) — he/it, british, quantum magic pioneer, techno-demon-slash-very-unhappy-siri-substitute. pissy little gremlin who burns sim cards like cigarettes, will correct you on everything and ruin your search algorithms for fun. electronic manipulation & digital astral travel. fc: comics + santiago cabrera.
tags. vibe: videodrome, the x-files (the lone gunmen) potential triggers: unreality, body-snatching
RITCHIE SIMPSON (nbc constantine) — 43, he/him, american, computer genius, quantum magic pioneer, and occultism professor. the georgia equivalent of a shaking chihuahua but lord if he won't bitch you out given the opportunity. fc: jeremy davies.
tags tba vibe: the x-files (the lone gunmen), mission impossible (benji dunn) potential triggers: n/a
JACK VINCENNES (adapted from la confidential + vertigo-based oc) — 48, he/him, american, closeted vice detective and professional tabloid informant. a disillusioned glory hound seeking redemption, a purpose in life, and dirt on one john constantine. fc: simon baker.
tags tba vibe: la confidential, se7en potential triggers: cop/ex-cop (verse dependent)
REVEREND RICK "THE VIC" NILSEN (hellblazer comics) — 46, he/him, british, un-priestly priest with the church of england, collector & dealer of occult paraphernalia. sardonic, sacrilegious, with a shitty little mustache and a happy poly relationship with his girlfriend and his best friend. fc: comics + con o'neill.
tags tba vibe: monty python & the holy grail, the devil all the time potential triggers: religious themes, disrespect for religion
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FIONA NANTES (vertigo-based oc) — 200+, she/her, irish, ancestrally cursed to live out the lives of everyone her family has ever killed. serial killer trying to buy her and her son more time while she searches for how to break the curse by any means necessary. fc: carla gugino.
tags. vibe: doctor sleep (rose the hat) potential triggers: murder, generational trauma, references to filicide
DAMIEN WHITE A.K.A "THE PROFESSOR" (hellblazer comics + oc) — 58, he/him, british, former archaeologist and professor of anthropology bouncing between johannesburg and the british museum. paranoid occult specialist who took one look at constantine and noped out of the country. fc: jeffrey wright.
tags tba vibe: it (adult mike), the mummy (1999, dr. chamberlain) potential triggers: the british museum
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EMMA KNIGHT (vertigo-based oc) — 34, she/her, scouse, divorced, formerly-possessed seamstress with lingering psychic abilities and, recently, fashion designer to hell. vain, proud, deep-in-denial wannabe-girlboss blaming everyone else in the world for her problems. fc: jodie comer.
tags. vibe: black swan, censor potential triggers: possession, past-body horror, parental abandonment
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hardcore-lonewolf · 8 months
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PLAYER COLORS + GAMING USERNAMES FOR THE TEEN TITAN GANG & THE YOUNG JUSTICE TEAM (FEATURING MY FOUR OCS, ONSLAUGHT & INCURSION)
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Short A/N: I got pens and tons of colors. I'm a total gamer, a fanfiction writer, and a sketch book artist on drawing. I got this idea from my Wattpad one-shot of DC Comics and wanted to use it...so here goes nothing.
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Heroic Squad | Insurgency (Featuring My OCs: Evelina Gwendolyn Meyers, Nathaniel Scott King, Marceline Xena Stark & Trenton Kirk Lee) - Team Microsoft's X-Box.
Aqualad II/Aquaman II - Knight_Of_Atlantis (Orange).
Wonder Girl II/Wonder Woman II (OFC) - Half_Blood_Princess (Violet).
Superboy I/Scion - Boy_Of_Steel (Red).
Miss Martian - Girl_From_Mars (Cerulean).
Cyborg I - Built_A_Robot (Teal).
Starfire - Heart_Of_Fire (Chartreuse).
Static Shock I/Breach (OMC) - Shock_The_System (Scarlet).
Rocket I - Rock_Your_World (Azure).
Kid Flash I/Flash III - Fastest_Kid_Alive (Yellow).
Artemis I/Tigress - The_Master_Assassin (Green).
Robin I/Nightwing - Flying_Boy_Wonder (Blue).
Batgirl I/Flamebird (OFC) - Scream_For_Me (Pink).
Union/Lumus (OMC) - Power_Of_Will (Lime).
Zatanna - Made_Of_Magic (White).
Beast Boy/Changeling - One_Wild_Thing (Purple).
Raven - Daughter_Of_Darkness (Indigo).
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Villainous Group | Regime (With Terra Mater {DC's Terra}, See-More, Misty Kilgore, Billy Numerous, Kitten, Gizmo & Blackfire) - Team Sony's Play-Station.
Psimon - Mind_In_Distress (Black).
Devastation - Your_Worst_Nightmare (Sepia).
Gizmo - The_Mad_Genius (Gray).
Shimmer - Rot_In_Hell (Mint).
Mammoth - Awaken_The_Monster (Gold).
Blackfire - Kiss_Of_Death (Silver).
Icicle Junior/Icicle II - Trapped_In_Ice (Slate).
Tuppence Terror - Pain_Over_Beauty (Burgundy).
Tommy Terror - Brawn_Over_Brains (Mahogany).
Jinx - Karma_Will_Rise (Magenta).
Holocaust II - Burn_To_Ashes (Amber).
Misty Kilgore - Killer_Rag_Doll (Wisteria).
See-More - My_Third_Eye (Olive).
Kitten - Drink_Your_Poison (Melon).
Billy Numerous/Repro II - Make_A_Clone (Vermilion).
Terra - Stone_Cold_Rebel (Tan).
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ronoken · 2 years
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The Case of the Shattered Window
Did you like Encyclopedia Brown growing up? Or now? Well, here’s my version of it.
The Case of the Shattered Window
 Nothing much happened in the small town of Billsburg. At least, that’s what the adults would tell you. From the outside, the town seemed completely ordinary. From the hot summers filled with the sounds of children playing in the streets outside and splashing down at the public pool, to the chilly, snow-filled winters that blanketed the roads and cancelled school, Billsburg seemed like the most unimportant, mundane little burg that anyone could ask for.
The children of Billsburg knew otherwise. For you see, living on an unassuming cul-de-sac in a two-story brick home was a trio that had become legends to anyone under the age of eighteen. They were the Frye sisters, and if the town was normal, the Frye sisters were anything but.
Now, that’s not to say that they didn’t behave like ordinary girls. They bickered and fought with each other and went to school and played with their friends like most girls their age. However, when trouble reared its ugly head, you could count on the Frye sisters to take center stage. When a kid in the neighborhood had a problem, the Frye sisters were the ones everyone went to. Each sister had their own special talent, and when they worked together, there was practically nothing they couldn’t accomplish.
The oldest, Lilian, was your standard pretty blonde middle schooler. While at first glance she might have appeared like a wisp of a thing, she was the muscle of the group, and did not put up with her sisters (or anyone else for that matter) getting bullied. Everyone, even the rough and tumble teens of Billsburg knew that it wasn’t worth it to get into it with Lilian. Not unless you wanted a black eye, that is.
The middle Frye sister, Elanor, was known for her ability to persuade anyone to do practically anything. Under her long, messy brown hair was a set of wide eyes and a disarming smile, but those weren’t her biggest weapons. She was a talker, and she knew exactly what to say to get people to do what she wanted. While this concerned her parents to some degree, it had served to help Elanor and her sisters to get into and out of trouble more times than anyone could count.
The youngest, Gwendolyn, was where the trio went from impressive to legendary among the children of Billsburg. The tiny, usually messy redhead could be found digging for worms, playing in leaves, and doing everything she could to get herself dirty when playing, but when a mystery needed to be solved, there were few people out there who could match her sharp, deductive mind. She was the sleuth of the group, and even if it didn’t seem like she was paying attention, you’d better believe that there was nothing that got by her keen gaze.
So, when a child needed help, and when it was the kind of help that adults are unable or unwilling to provide, that child knew that they could turn to the Frye sisters. For a fee, of course. It was Elanor that handled the books, and while all three sisters were happy to lend their services where they could, they admitted it was nice to collect a dollar a job.
One such job arrived on a normal, June day in the form of a sweaty young man standing at the Frye family door. Lilian opened the front screen to reveal Tommy Lawson from one street over. He was covered in grass stains and looked like he was about to cry.
“I need to hire you,” he said as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. Whether it was because they were bored or they had heard him, the other two Frye sisters appeared behind Lilian and took in the sight of their messy neighbor.
“Well, we’re always up for a new job. So, what happened to you?” Elanor asked.
“I was mowing Mrs. Wilkinson’s yard down the street,” Tommy said as he pointed down the lane. “It’s part of my new business.”
“Business?” Elanor perked up. “What business?”
Tommy dug into his pocket and pulled out a business card. It read
TOMMY LAWSON: LANDSCAPE SERVICES
“You’ll get plenty of work in this neighborhood,” said Gwen. “Have you tried Mr. Linkletter down the street? He can’t mow with that bad back of his.”
“I won’t be getting much of any business now,” Tommy sighed. “Not after what happened with Mrs. Wilkinson.”
All three girls asked at once. “What happened?”
“Well,” Tommy started, “I had spoken with Mrs. Wilkinson about handling her yard, and she was fine with it. I charged her ten bucks for the front and back, and she threw in a bottle of pop since it’s so hot out.”
“That’s not too bad,” Lilian said.
“Anyway, I had just gotten done with the front and went around to the back shed to get her gas can to refill her mower when I heard Mrs. Wilkinson shout for me. When I came back around to the front, her bay window was shattered. Mrs. Wilkinson said I must have hit a rock and smashed it, but I didn’t! Her window was fine when I went around back.”
“That’s rough,” Lilian said.
Tommy nodded. “Mrs. Wilkinson told me to go home and that she was going to make my dad pay for the window, but I wasn’t the one who threw the rock.”
“You think someone smashed it on purpose?” Gwen asked.
“I sure do,” Tommy said. “I was back there for a good few minutes. Someone had time to throw a rock and book it out of there, easy.”
“So, who do you think threw the rock?”
“Well,” Tommy said, thinking about it for a moment. “Mrs. Wilkinson told me I could mow her yard because the other kid she hired was doing an awful job. I think she’s the one who smashed the window.”
“She?” Elanor asked.
“Yeah,” Tommy said. “Sally Parker.”
“Parker,” Lilian growled. She cracked her knuckles as her face darkened with anger. “Well, that explains everything.”
Sally Parker was known by most parents in the neighborhood as the most perfect little angel this side of Heaven. The local children, however, knew her to be quite the devil in disguise. Anytime there was mischief, you could bet your last penny that Sally Parker had something to do with it.
Lilian started marching past Tommy to go give Sally a talking to, but Gwen grabbed her arm. “Wait. We can’t just go over there and beat her up, Lils.”
“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Lilian pulled her arm free and started walking again.
“We need proof that Sally broke the window,” Gwen said. “If we can get that, then Tommy’s dad won’t have to pay for the damage and Tommy won’t lose a customer.”
Lilian thought about this and then put her hands in her pockets. “Fine,” she grumbled.
“Speaking of clients,” Elanor said with a smile as she scooted in front of Tommy. “We would be happy to take your case, provided you can pay?”
Tommy nodded. “If we can prove Sally did it, then Mrs. Wilkinson will pay me, and then I can pay you. Does that work?”
Elanor sighed. “Yeah. Gotta admit, this feels a lot like a charity case…”
“Oh, stuff it, Lanes. Tommy’s a friend,” Gwen said. “Come on, Tommy. Let’s go talk to Sally and get to the bottom of this.”
Sally lived several streets over in a tidy house with light blue siding. Gwen knocked on the door while the others stood close behind.
After a few moments, the door opened and there stood Sally Parker. She was tall, as in a full head taller than even Lilian. She towered over the group and sneered at them with her hands on her hips. She also had curly black hair that she wore short. Gwen suspected it was because Sally thought it made her look mature. Sally claimed that she had gone through a growth spurt, but a lot of the neighborhood kids suspected she had just been held back a year.
“Well, well, look who it is,” Sally said in a voice that was both sweet and sarcastic all at once. “The three little pigs and the big, bad, doof. What do you losers want?”
“You know why we’re here!” Tommy said angrily. He started to advance, but Lilian put her hand on his shoulder. She was itching to give Sally a piece of her mind for a number of reasons, but at the moment, this was Gwen’s show.
“No, I really don’t,” Sally said with a bored expression. “I’m honestly surprised to see you here. I haven’t even been out today.”
“Really?” Gwen asked. “Tommy here thinks you smashed Mrs. Wilkinson’s window earlier while he was helping her out. Do you know anything about that?”
“Excuse me?” Sally asked in an irritated tone. “You wanna accuse me of something, jerk?” She balled her hand into a fist and made to move on Tommy, but one look from Lilian made her stop. Lilian was the only kid in the neighborhood who had ever stood up to Sally. It had been a disagreement the summer before about a bike; Lilian had bought it with her chore money and Sally decided it belonged to her, instead. One quick punch from Lilian put the matter, and Sally, down for good.
“Were you at Mrs. Wilkinson’s earlier today?” Gwen asked.
“I told you,” Sally huffed. “I was inside all day. I couldn’t have seen this loser mowing her lawn; I was busy watching TV. There’s a reality show marathon about tiny houses and I’ve been positively glued to it. Go bug someone else, jerks.”
Sally stood aside to prove her point. Behind her was the living room, and on the television was a show focusing on what appeared to be very small homes.
“Huh,” Tommy said. “I could have sworn that it was her.”
Elanor patted Tommy on the shoulder as Sally started to close her door, but before she could, Gwen put her foot out and blocked her. “Before you go back to your show,” Gwen said, “I was curious, is your mom home?”
“What do you wanna know that for?” Sally asked.
“Well,” Gwen said, “it’s like this. You’re either going to come with us and admit to Mrs. Wilkinson that you smashed her window to make Tommy look bad so she would hire you back, or we tell your mother you not only smashed the window, but you tried to lie your way out of it. Now, which is it going to be?”
 HOW DID GWEN KNOW SALLY WAS LYING? FLIP TO PAGE...
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Speedy Acquaye, Hirohiko Araki, the 1969 debut of Blind Faith, Beryl Booker, Gwendolyn Brooks, Royce Campbell (Funk Brothers), THE JOHNNY CASH SHOW 1969 TV debut, Georgiana Cavendish, the great Johnny Clegg, Silas Roy Crain (Soul Stirrers), George Ezra, Tal Farlow, William Forsythe, Gordon Gano, Paul Gauguin, Nikki Giovanni, Juan Luis Guerra, Damien Hirst, Nihad Hrustanbegović, Tommy James & The Shondells 1969 “Crystal Blue Persuason” single, Mickey Jones (Man), Tom Jones (great to have met you), Paddy McAloon (Prefab Sprout), Dave Navarro, Liam Neeson, Ken Osmond, Prince, Jack Ryland (3 Dog Night), George Szell, Jessica Tandy, Karl Urban, Clarence White, and the legendary, consummate entertainer, comedian, singer, and actor, Dean Martin. In the late 1940s he broke out in a hugely successful comedy duo with Jerry Lewis, then was seared into public conciousness with Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr. in The Rat Pack. My respect for Dino grew around his musical choices and catalogue of material. I do several covers of his songs (especially in my care home set) and my original song “Somebody Loves You (Like Dino Said)” has a direct refraction on Dean’s “You’re Nobody Till Somebody Loves You.” In 1955 he had a #1 hit with the folk-doo wop song “Memories Are Made of This.” It became a theme for a book written by his daughter Deana, a singer in her own right whose career intersected with The Monkees and Davy Jones (they also dated back in the day), and there was a phase where she’d sit in on our gigs + she sang with us at Davy’s 2012 New York memorial and a Monkees Convention in 2013. Davy was also close friends with Dino Martin (of Dino Desi & Billy), and when they weren’t driving old army tanks around in the desert, they played pool with Dean at Dean’s home. Davy was quite a comedy quipster, and he often said, “It’s OK to steal my jokes. I just stole them from someone else.” One of his “someone else” sources was Dean Martin. 
“Memories Are Made of This” was written by Richard Dehr, Terry Gilkyson, and Frank Miller—as The Easy Riders, they provided the vocal harmonies on Dean’s version. After the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, the song was adapted into the "Honvágy-dal" ('The Song of Homesickness”) and used as an unofficial anthem for refugees scattered around the world. Recorded by Ida Boros, it became a cultural phenomenon and a sign of protest against the communist government. The standard English version has been covered countless times (notably by Little Richard, Johnny Cash, and Cliff Richard & The Shadows), and here’s how I do it in my assisted living home set. Meanwhile, HB Dino—thank you for the hours of humor and song you left us. 
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ask-hlvrai-hs · 1 year
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if gwendolyn’s in the friend group then who’s tommy’s dad? /lh
Ahhh, you've stumbled upon one of the details of this AU I had to consider for awhile, good on you anon
What I decided was that they aren't biologically related, they just look Really similar. And Gwendolen is the dad friend of the group by default, but she's a little extra protective of Tommy because as smart as he is, he can be pretty naïve at times. (In short, they're the "favorite" /hj) So now it's a running bit for the team to try and convince people that the two are actually related in some way. Which isn't hard to believe, so it works. On mostly everyone .
To answer your question, I haven't given much thought to the actual parents of the science team anyway. They do vaguely exist but I don't think I'm going to develop them as characters or anything.
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