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[silverduckie]

So with the rise of influencer fcs in the Tumblr rpc, I figured I’d make a quick masterlist of Instagram accounts who keep track of people who has requested not to be roleplayed so people can cross check them before they use / gif someone. Please don’t rip screenshots / the entire list while using these without reaching out for consent from the account who posted it too, it's considered rude to do so in their rp community and as guests, we should respect that:

donotmodelrp (also posts problematic fcs)

rpmodel4u (also posts influencers who has given the thumbs up, has a pinned post to request influencers for them to reach out and ask)

helpingrpm (posts approvals as well)

thighs4fcs (has both a tellonym and takes requests in dms to reach out to influencers and ask)

sk8bnny (posts approvals as well)

Most of these accounts also have highlights (which may include screenshots from people who didn’t give consent even to post their photos to let people know they’re not to be rped and links to other accounts posts of fcs who've asked not to be used, so they’re worth checking).

[radiance1]

Is what I'm about to add about to move the plot forward? Maybe, may not but I wanna add these thoughts anyway.

Moving right back around to my comment about Match holding Danny upside down by his leg, I like to think that him doing that is either a normal or semi-normal thing. Like, he just does it for literally no reason most of the time and Danny? He's annoyed by it because, yea, he dangling and he's pretty sure Match is laughing (in his own way) at it too.

When he's actually annoyed with Danny (rare thing) he holds him up by the back of his shirt like an unruly kitten and Danny just, dangles there but in a different sort of way because the other grab was moreso kind of playful? This one is sort of 'Okay you've done something stupid' kind of hold and he knows that Match wouldn't hurt him but the silent disappoint works wonders.

Also that perching on the shoulder bit, Danny has gotten very good at climbing up Match to either stand or sit on his shoulder. And I'm also imagining that Match kinda picks him and places him up there too for one reason or another. Danny can stand or crouch on side of Match's shoulders while he's walking without effort.

Which is very off putting to see for anyone who manages to catch sight them from within the dark.

I see you calling them slightly feral, and I raise you this. Match is the more feral of the duo, Danny isn't as much because he has another life to draw from but Match? Match totally looks at a hissing cat and hisses back because he doesn't like the vibe he's being given and then scares said cat away because what comes out sounds goddamn unholy.

Another point for the cryptid vibe they could have going on.

Cause like, are you going to go check out the random, unholy demonic screeching coming from the darkness of an alley? Even Gothamites know not to do something like that!....They hope..

Also the thing you said about Danny and in the tags about Match being constantly alert for danger and I raise you this.

You're walking through Metropolis at night, phone in hand, flashlight in the other with your camera app primed and ready. You aren't looking to cause crime, but you're careful, nonetheless. You could always call Superman to get you out of danger, anyway.

Tonight, you're cryptid hunting.

Just for proof, you think. Walking through the dark alleys of Metropolis that you, previously, barely paid much attention to, the reason for this is because you overheard your friends talking about them, and even making jokes about Metropolis now having their own shadowy entities just like Gotham.

You weren't dared to do this, nor were you told to.

You were just curious.

Unfortunately, no matter how much you looked, you couldn't find them. Beginning to grow tired of searching, you look at the time on your phone to see it's currently past midnight at 2:59 AM.

You weren't paying much attention to what was in front of you and, as a single digit went up, you heard it. A slight huff, followed by clicks and small chirps.

It was 3:00, on the dot.

The witching hour.

It could be a coincidence, you think to yourself, but nonetheless you stride forwards. You try to walk quietly, keeping the light to just in front of you so you could work your way through your surroundings.

A sharp, short click rang out in the alleyway.

You raise your flashlight and the sight staring back at you nearly made you drop it.

There stood, more like slouched actually, a tall man? No, a boy, that just struck you the wrong way. Like there was something other about him and you would ping it as the boy's eyes looking inhuman, pure black sclera with light blue eyes that stared at you with all the focus of the goddamn sun. Yet it wasn't that, you couldn't place your finger on it exactly, but you could feel by the way your hairs raised that he wasn't human.

You stared at him, he stared at you. Time seemed to stand still until you blinked, eyes dry from being open for so long and then you realized.

He wasn't blinking.

You look down to avoid his gaze as a shiver ran down your spine, about to take a step back until you paused. There was... a child? Standing there, looking at your curiously from where he was stationed behind the bigger one. He looked and felt more human than the other one but as you looked closer you started to notice some things.

His skin looked smooth and not in the way a usual child's would be. More like how a statue or pottery looked smooth, sculpted with calm and perfect hands. His eyes were bright, so much so that you thought they were glowing for a moment, but that might just be the light from the flashlight.

The thought suddenly hit you like a brick to a window. Even though they were right in front of you, your flashlight pointed directly at them and shining in their faces.

They were not squinting or shying away from it.

You were staring for too long. You thought later, thinking back on the moment that low, terrible hiss stated up. It still sent a shiver down your spine thinking about it.

At first, it sounded vaguely like a cat, but as it went on and got louder it started to sound like what you could only describe as if you walked on shattered glass mixed with a deep rumble and something else you couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it didn't sound human, and you scrambled to just, get away from it and, before you could even begin to think that you were safe.

Footsteps.

It was chasing you.

Now, look, you were a grown adult. You had a job, pay taxes, all of the shit that came with regular adulthood. But faced with what you think was a demon from literal hell chasing you, you may have panicked a bit and blindly threw the nearest thing you could and sped up.

It was when you were a good few blocks away from that alleyway, trying to catch your breathing that you realized. Oh shit, you threw your flashlight.

You only had one of those.

And then, another moment later as you mourned its passing, you looked down at your phone and see that the main thing you came here for. A video.

You didn't press record.

Fuck.

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.