#Calling a bio male a man is not a hate crime

[coochiequeens]

For a group that shouts how much they hate cops, men in dresses have no hesitancy to call the cops on women who hurt their gender feelz

By Jennifer Sieland March 9, 2024

British broadcaster India Willoughby is claiming that Northumbria Police have logged a “Non Crime Hate Incident” against Harry Potter creator JK Rowling after he reported the beloved author for “misgendering” him.

While Willoughby has long expressed his contempt of Rowling, having made hundreds of tweets about her gender critical statements over the years, the tension came to a head this week after Rowling stated that Willoughby did not “become a woman.”

On March 3, Rowling made a post in support of women’s single-sex spaces, which trans activists quickly clamored under to interrogate.

“Why should trans women be forced to use male spaces? Don’t you understand just how humiliating for us that would be? Or don’t you care?” one user questioned, to which Rowling replied: “Somebody really should have explained to you that your hurt feelings don’t trump other people’s rights, nor are women and girls validation props or comfort blankets.”

Another user, by the name of Socialist Stanley, then confronted Rowling with a gif of British broadcaster and trans activist India Willoughby, writing: “Hi Joanne, so you are saying this lady should use the men’s locker room then?!”

Rowling responded: “India didn’t become a woman. India is cosplaying a misogynistic male fantasy of what a woman is.”

Willoughby, born Jonathan, began claiming to be a woman in 2015 at the age of 50, officially becoming the UK’s first transgender newsreader. He has previously incited criticism for boasting of getting a “designer vagina,” which he said he chose from a catalogue like “going for a haircut.”

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By Natasha Biase March 8, 2024

An off-duty bartender has been convicted of a “hate” motivated crime after shoving and misgendering a trans-identified male in the washroom of a bar. On March 6, Cassandra McIntyre was found guilty of second-degree bias crime and harassment charges stemming from a 2022 confrontation with a man who identifies as a “woman.”

According to journalist Andy Ngo, McIntyre had just finished her shift at Jake’s Place, a sports bar in Portland, when she encountered far-left activist Riis Larsen, formerly Ronald A. Larsen, in the women’s washroom. Clearly startled, McIntyre told Larsen to “get out” of the intimate space.

Surveillance footage shows McIntyre lightly pushing Larsen, who identifies as a “queer demi-binary trans woman,” after he shoved another person to cut in line for the washroom. 

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[adhderall]

damn the t"""girls""" really dont want anyone to acknowledge that transmen get treated like shit in the so called "trans siblings" community (hmm i wonder why):

https://www.tumblr.com/tgirl-subway-the-dark-ages/754548102043779072?source=share

and the notes on this post are awful. all the transmen are behaving so spinelessly. its giving me second hand embarrassment

give me 1 example where a t"""girl""" actually tried to listen to a transman without crying about trans"""misogyny""" and accusing said transman of commiting that crime

in fact, these oh so supportive t"""girls""" will tell transmen to add "trans misogyny exempt" in their bios to virtual signal themselves as "privileged". its akin to wearing a dog collar. they treat transmen like pet dogs who must behave appropriately at all times

but its totally nothing like a millennia of males treating women like controlled animals hahaha no that's completely different bro trust me (this time they switched man and woman labels so its ok)

im sorry for an unprompted rant but posts like these really piss me off. this is the transman version of "were never making it out the patriarchy"

and this so called "trans siblings" community get so hostile if youre a transman lesbian 💀 the lesbophobia in this community is so rampant thanks to these brave and stunning t"""girls"""

No yeah I fucking hate it. every tr○○n (I don't want ppl finding my shit in searches) space is insanely fucking biased against transmen. I can definitely see why a lot of transmen would rather just go stealth and blend in with regular ass men (though homosexuals of either sex tend to do that with the respective opposite sexes usually).

and the constant spineless self-hating doormat behavior from other transmen gets on my nerves sooo fucking much. they wanna say female socialization isn't real but act like this........... :/

idk, I have too much pride for that shit. for someone to push me around they at least have to be in the right smh

I've been through too much homophobia in my life to ever not think of myself as a lesbian, and anyone who thinks I'm "invading" can shove it bc they're probably not female homosexuals themselves lmfaoooo

[adelle-ein]

The sheer insistence that “preferences” in fandom exist in some kind of apolitical void and aren’t affected by racism and misogyny is fucking insane to me.

Like I have had a lesbian bitch at me for not centering f/f in a fandom enough and call me straight....Once. Exactly once. It kinda sucked and it was pretty rude that she couldn't be bothered to go look at my bio before calling me straight for loving a single m/f ship. Now how many people of all genders, some of whom definitely knew my sexuality, have been openly horrible to me for not prioritizing men or m/m or m/f enough? I can't even count it. On this platform alone I can't even count it. How many times have people, unprompted, told me that they Just Don’t Like any female characters? Or gotten mad about a text post that says “women” instead of “men?” Or just seen “I wish fandom cared more about women” and gone into a frothing misogynistic rage? Special shoutout to every gay man who has happily told me, a lesbian who likes and writes about men sometimes and they know it, that they as a gay man can only like and write about male characters because of their sexuality. More invalidating than the One Single Rude Lesbian by far.

Seriously, though, idk how lesbians have the reputation for being sooooo rude and demanding in fandom spaces, none of my lesbian moots have ever ever EVER tried to revoke my gay card for writing BD2 m/f nonstop for two years, and yet random people love to make all kinds of assumptions about me and just outright bully me for the horrible crime of not catering to men enough. There are BD people who STILL think I'm not catering to men enough because I picked the wrong man and don't care about Seth/Tiz/Ringabel/Yew lol

And don't even get me fucking started on how fandoms just oh-so-coincidentally never happen to like the dark-skinned characters. Yes, you just hate this brown character because he's mean and rude. You love the white character who's much meaner and ruder. That's just your taste! It means nothing! It's a coincidence and how dare anyone even imply otherwise??? I feel like at least some of these people will own up to the existence of internalized prejudice in other areas, but then when it comes to fandom they just stick their fingers in their ears and pretend it's not happening. Because fandom is sacred and perfect and any criticism of it is being a Mean Anti or whatever...

But yeah I am so fucking sick of misogynists and racists taking precedence, always, in every space. and I’m even more tired of their pathetic, nasty, rude, hateful excuses!

[mx-piggy]

(Source attached for people who are wondering what this is about)

You can claim to separate the art from the artist all you want, but participating in this fandom and supporting this franchise- monetarily or through maintaining its relevancy by continuing to publicly engage with it- means that this woman's overwhelming influence remains intact. You are enabling her to keep spreading this damaging rhetoric.

This week, it was announced that the NHS will no longer prescribe puberty blockers to trans kids, even when evidence overwhelmingly suggests that gender-affirming care is the best treatment for gender dysphoria. Very recently, trans teenager Nex Benedict was viciously assaulted and died (officials say by suicide, but the bullying he faced irrefutably played a part in it). Just a year ago, trans teenager Brianna Ghey was brutally murdered in a case that was labelled, at least partially, as a hate crime.

It is people like Rowling whose words and influence will in some way lead to the deaths of trans people. In a world where our rights are being stripped from us and our existence belittled by vile, ignorant individuals, to support the work of the world's most infamous perpetrator of transphobia cannot be justified.

Let her work die. For God's sake, let it die. Find something else. I'm so fucking sick of hearing people's excuses for why they still publicly engage with Harry Potter. Read another book. Watch other movies. I promise you that you can find something better to latch onto that wasn't written by a woman whose online presence is dedicated to spreading bigotry. You can find something that doesn't include slaves who are happy being slaves, bankers with big noses, an Asian character called Cho Chang, the casual demonisation of fat people etc. etc. I can't stop you from watching the movies or reading the books or playing the game or posting fanworks, but it baffles me that a dumb wizard franchise means more to some people than the lives of a whole group of marginalised people.

I know that it's difficult to find media that is 100% unproblematic (I hate that word but I will have to use it anyway) in its content and the people behind it. I'm of the belief that it's okay to interact with and even enjoy media that has problematic elements (my favourite show, Futurama, has an episode where a male character becomes a woman to dominate in women's sports and deceive a man, for example). But when this franchise's creator is so influential and has such a large platform that she uses to actively harm a marginalised group, it's hard to justify continuing to support it in any capacity, is it not?

Of course, I don't wish ill on people who are largely supportive of trans people, or are trans themselves, but still engage with Harry Potter. It just really pisses me off that people will overlook all of these harmful things in the name of maintaining their own comfort, when so many trans people, especially trans women and other AMAB trans people, have to worry that someone with 'Hufflepuff' proudly displayed in their bio agrees that they're some perverted predator and a threat that must be eradicated by any means necessary.

JK Rowling being a Holocaust denier wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but in hindsight it probably should have been.

At this point I don’t care how much Harry Potter means to you, I don’t care if it saved your life, if you think having some dumb fucking House scarf from a made up fantasy series is more important than calling out a white supremacist, transphobic, ableist hag then YOU are part of the problem and you are just as bad as she is.

[nuttyrabbit]

Giovanni Conti Bio

“Nutty, are you only going to show up to post about Archie Sonic and your OCs?” Yes, yes I am

Anyways, I decided to throw together a quick bio for Gambit’s dad because hey I figured his stuff out and I’m doing shit with him now.

Shoutouts to @pidgeonspen​ for doing his design for me.

Anyways, as always, everything’s under the readmore

Name: Giovanni Conti (Real name Brando Romilla)

Age: Approximately 50 years old

Height: 3'4"

Occupation: Auto mechanic/Conman

Location: Unknown, last confirmed sighting in Westopolis. Originally born in Lugaio, Spagonia.

Sexuality: Bisexual, though greatly prefers women to the point of denying any male attraction

Personality: Giovanni's personality is what one would expect from a seasoned conman: charismatic, self-serving, and conniving, the weasel finds success in his trade thanks to his natural talent in dealing with others. To his victims, Giovanni appears to be a charming, compassionate, smooth-talking individual who seems to go out of his way to help others in their time of need. But of course it's all a farce, a way to con unsuspecting victims out of their hard-earned cash. In reality, the man formerly known as Brando Romilla is the exact opposite. A selfish, grumpy, and temperamental weasel "behind the scenes", Giovanni finds himself unwilling to engage with the world around him outside of whatever con he's cooked up or to get out of whatever mess he's gotten himself into this time.

Giovanni's most defining personality trait however, isn't his sardonic attitude or his smoothtalking ways, but instead his paranoia.  Giovanni has spent the majority of his life on the run and it shows.  He often finds himself looking over his shoulder both figuratively and quite literally, hoping that his latest victim hasn't found out about him or that the law or the mafia or whoever he's crossed hasn't tracked him down to enact their revenge.  As such, Giovanni is extremely hesitant to give out his name unless absolutely necessary for the con, even going so far as to make up fake names in emergency situations, though the truth eventually comes out.  In addition, he trusts absolutely nobody and almost always looks for a way to backstab/escape any sort of partnership he's found himself on the receiving end of, willing or otherwise.

All of this being said, it isn't *all* bad for Giovanni personality-wise, for when the weasel finds something he actually likes, one can see a softer, more eager side of him come out. Despite his professed hatred of his previous job, Giovanni has a rather deep appreciation for the intricacies of vehicles and vehicle repairs, even going so far as to sneak into antique car shows to gawk at the new vehicles and reminisce about the "good old days" before it "got so complicated" in terms of technology. Oddly enough, he also loves vinyl.

Skills: Giovanni is of course, an incredibly skilled con-man, imploying a variety of cons and scams to trick people out of their money, ranging from simple "tourist trap" tricks such as "no change", "toll booth", and "free gift", to more complicated ones such as "flat tire" schemes and even reselling stolen/counterfeit items at a significantly marked up price.  His variety in terms of cons is helped by his ability to sell them thanks to his smooth-talking charismatic persona that he puts on during them.  As a result of his occupation he's also extremely adept at pointing out other cons/knowing when he's being duped.  Not only that, but he's even picked up some basic lockpicking/hotwiring and ID forging skills, though they aren't quite as honed as his other talents in the area.

Surprisingly enough, again despite his professed dislike of his childhood job, Giovanni is an incredibly skilled mechanic, being able to assess the issues with (mostly older) vehicles just from a few minutes of observation and testing alone and fixing it in record times. OF course he'll complain about how he's "too fuckin' old" for it, but he'll do a damn good job...and even enjoy himself somewhat.   He claims he would be unable to work on "new-fangled" vehicles such as Extreme Gear but if he were to get the chance, would find that he'd be a natural at it.

Likes: Antique vehicles, wine, the feeling when he pulls of a con, vinyl records, fresh pressed suits, rare steak, expensive cigars, older women, working on antique vehicles.

Dislikes: The law, organized crime outfits, his ex-wife, his kid, getting caught, prison, cheap beer, "new" technology, people who talk too much, his grandfather, working on vehicles (his relationship with auto repair is..complicated), staying in one place for too long.

Backstory: Brando Rombilla was born into anything but normalcy:  born to a pair of younger Spagonian lovers, the result of a tryst gone wrong, he was abandoned on the steps of his paternal grandfather, the widowed mechanic Angelo Rombilla, who would raise the weasel as his own.

Angelo was an old, stubborn, hardworking man who had spent his entire life toiling away as a mechanic, even coming to own his own shop...yet despite it all, he never quite had a lot to show for it, and Brando grew up in not quite poverty, but in...less than modest means

Despite this...unusual situation, Brando would, at least for a time, grow up as any other child would, going to school, making friends, and living as a normal Spagonian child would--at least until he hit the age of 12-13, where his father suddenly and inexplicably ground his childhood to a halt, pulling him out of school and telling him that he was going to be a "working man" from now on, that he'd have to help out at the shop and help put food at the table--and that is indeed what happened.

From then on, Brando found himself working at the modest repair shop, working the front desk, doing oil changes, and learning the ins and outs of auto repair--and he fucking hated it.

Not just because he'd been robbed of the experiences his peers were getting, but it served as a constant reminder of the (at least to him) pathetic conditions in which they lived and worked. In addition, it only served to exacerbate his sheer irritation at his father's stubbornness and near-perfectionist standards.

But over time, as he aged and saw his peers move on to bigger and better things, he realized something else: all this work, all this "good, honest, hard" work he'd been doing, that his grandfather had been doing, that he wanted him to inherit, it was getting them nowhere

The both of them spent years and years doing the same shit over and over, and they were no better off than when they'd started. They still lived like shit, ate like shit, and worked like dogs, and the idea of doing this his entire life revolted him.  Yet when he'd bring this up, he'd just get shouted down, beaten down, and told to get back to work. He loathed it all.

Then one day, around the time Giovanni hit 19--it all changed. In a moment of what his grandfather would call laziness and what Brando would later call ingenuity, he accidentally charged a customer for something they hadn't done--and with it, more money than he should've had.  It suddenly hit him, his way out, his way to actually do something about all of this. It started off slow, an overcharge here, a useless job done there, a job not done this way or that, even some front product sold off of lies.  Before Brando knew it, the shop was actually making money for once, and more than that, he was making money.  And the best part was, that for once, Angelo seemed like he didn't have a stick up his ass. He seemed...happy, over the moon really that things had begun to look up.  Things seemed to finally be getting better!

....until Angelo caught Brando in the act, after which the mother of all shouting matches ensued, of the grandson and grandfather screaming at each other about this and that, about everything--and saw Brando being thrown out of the shop, out of his grandfather's home--and out of his life

Out on his ass with only the money he'd pocketed and the clothes on his back to his name, Brando  by all rights should have been terrified about his future, livid about what had happened, but instead he found himself excited. Now that his grandpappy or his stupid shop wasn't a problem anymore, he could finally do something with himself, and he knew exactly what that'd be--putting to use the same bullshittery that'd gotten him here to begin with.

And so the young weasel found himself hopping all over Spagonia, honing his craft. Whether it be through  pinching wares from stores and selling them nearby at an outrageously hiked price,  snatching and selling bootleg items, or even using his mechanic skills to craft "wonder items" that were quite literally just old scrapyard junk,  Brando soon became quite adept at the art of the con.  However, with that adeptness came attention, and with that attention came the watchful eye of the law, which attempted to crack down on the weasel multiple times as he traveled about Spagonia.

Soon enough, his face and name were plastered on wanted signs, in local papers, and in time, he couldn't run any longer, finally being booked on fraud charges and placed in prison for ~ 3 years at the age of 22.   Upon getting out,  Brando realized that he couldn't exactly do his work here anymore, lest he get thrown back in for good.

But Soleanna wasn't exactly appealing either, especially since the SPD were notorious for cracking down on fraudsters.  He was at a loss at what to do, until he managed to catch a TV broadcast talking about Empire City and it hit him- EC would be the perfect place to disappear and get a fresh start.  It was big, it was far away, and it was full of suckers just waiting to be parted with their money Forging himself a new identity (quite literally) as "Giovanni Conti" , he smuggled himself on board a ship and soon found himself in Empire City, where he almost immediately got to work--and found the results to be not what he expected

While the toursts were complete suckers as expected, the residents were anything but, and he found himself on the run from the law once more--and in addition, the various criminal orgs that made their homes there and had no tolerance for being scammed.   Needless to say, the whole thing frustrated him, and with no other way to vent his frustrations, he turned to drinking, and with it, found himself at a small bar in downtown EC, drinking away his frustrations...and chatting up an equally frustrated, and rather attractive young woman. He didn't catch her last name, but certainly caught her first- Artemis

What should have just been a simple one night tryst suddenly got a lot more complicated once the young woman had tracked him down almost a week  later with some soul-crushing news: She was pregnant, and it was almost certainly by him.  To make matters worse, Artemis was an up and coming politician, someone in the running for the EC City Council, and she would be DAMNED if it came out that she got knocked up in a one night stand, that would ruin her career! Despite Giovanni's attempts at arguing otherwise, she also insisted on keeping the child, claiming that if word got out she got rid of it, it would ruin her career. Threatening to hand him over to authorities, she blackmailed him into sticking by her side for the following 9 months, appearing in front of the cameras as a pictureesque pair of parents-to-be, Artemis embracing the newfound attention and Giovanni absolutely loathing all the eyes on him, and not only that, but also moving in together to her (admittedly) lavish apartment.

This continued up on through the end of the pregnancy and into the birth of their son, who Artemis named "Tai", a (perhaps ironic) homage to an old Apotosian patron of Luck.  From then, things continued normally, well as least as normal as could be for the unwitting parents-to-be, up until the child was around a year old, when Artemis went on a sudden vacation.  Left alone with the child and feeling helplessly trapped, Giovanni contemplated making a break for it, perhaps faking his own death and figuring out the details later, when a hooded figure burst into the home and attempted to shoot both him and the child dead.  Through a near-miraculous stroke of luck though, the intruder's gun jammed, giving Giovanni the chance to brandish a knife and stab them in the jugular.  His heart pounding, his mind racing, Giovanni quickly put two and two together: someway, somehow, Artemis had tried to get the two of them whacked.  Quickly disposing of the body and without really thinking about it, Giovanni grabbed the child and made a break for it, bolting from the apartment and leaving Empire City under cover of darkness, trying to make sure he left no trace that he had left--or was even still alive.

Soon arriving in Westopolis, Giovanni and Tai found a small apartment to squat in for the time being. Quickly settling in, Giovanni quickly fell back into his old ways, and found the people of Westopolis far more vulnerable to his schemes than in EC. Still, the weasel wasn't happy. His "new start" that he'd hoped for had fallen apart before it'd even gotten the chance to get off the ground because of *her*, Artemis. Giovanni's frustration gnawed away at him--not helped by the tiny weasel at home, his little boy--the *mistake* that'd gotten him into this mess.   He often found himself verbally and physically taking out his frustrations on young Tai, even more so when it turned out the little brat wasn't even good enough to help him on cons.  He wished he could get rid of the little bastard once and for all, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to kill him despite his best efforts.

Years went by, but nothing truly changed for the pair, until young Tai was 8 years old and Giovanni found himself on the bad end of a con gone wrong, having inadvertently found himself attempting to swindle an undercover cop.  Rushing back to the apartment he and Tai shared, he quickly grabbed whatever tools he could and attempted to disappear, leaving the young Tai behind for good.

Throwing himself out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire, Giovanni had managed to disappear and evade the cops---and run right into one of his "victims": "Downtown" Ebony Hare--a "made man" in the Carnades, one of the major local outfits--and someone who he'd given a shoddy brake job.  Ebony recognized the weasel almost immediately and motioned to off him for messing up his car, but after Giovanni pleaded for his life, Ebony spared him-- on the condition that he work off his "debts" to him and the Carnades.

Faced with either paying his dues or paying with his life, Giovanni made the obvious choice and ended up doing quite a few small jobs for Ebony over the course of the next decade and change (approx  13 years) not only fixing his car but also fixing the other vehicles in the outfit--and giving a disgustingly large portio nof the proceeds from his other "work" directly to Ebony.  Once again, Giovanni was trapped doing the very thing he'd been stuck doing since childhood and not only that, but also indebted to a mobster who had no intention of letting him go.  He desperately tried to find a way out, but it was to no avail--until a near miraculous stroke of "luck".

The Black Arms invasion decimated a significant portion of Mobius, especially Northamer, and no place found itself worse off than Westopolis. For most living there, it seemed like the end times as  the city burned around them. But for Giovanni, it was an opportunity to finally disappear--and never come back.

The invasion soon ended, the repairs soon begun, and the Carnades began to operate once more--but Giovanni was nowhere to be found. Despite a thorough search of the city, the weasel had just...vanished, presumably killed by the aliens or escaping to parts unknown after.  

Giovanni's current location is unknown and those who know of him believe him to be dead, but there have been some apparent sightings of the aged con-man.  Some say they've seen him on the outskirts of Sand Blast City, others say they've seen him working his trade with another individual down in the Southern Baronies, and some even say that he's still in Westopolis, working his craft, and sticking close to the headquarters of the East Side Pack, a noted rival of the Carnades.

[valiantsouls]

ive realized that stan is the only character that i really know the least about so i’ve found a nice comprehensive playlist of all the times mark played as him and my god i forget how wild gta rp can be LMFAO

i’m writing down a bunch of this stuff as i watch / research the wiki so i dont forget and can fix his file later but here’s a glimpse if you don’t know stan well hgfjk

denise is stan’s ex wife and roy is his bio son ( going by they/he pronouns imo ) 

stan wants to own a water delivery service, but in the meantime he does deliver other things until his business takes off

he is very susceptible to being kidnapped as he is so trusting

to some he claims to be a 39 -year-old virgin but in the monologues ,in his head, he clearly accounts having lost his family, wife and son. he admits to jimmy that his son was born despite him never having sex with his wife. at an earlier point, jimmy asks about the type of interactions his ex-wife had with adult males in their homestead and stan responds to each hypothetical by recounting an experience that matches each situation exactly. this implies that roy the water boy is not stan's biological son, and may e the byproduct of any number of extramarital affairs that stan was ignorant of.

stan is a delivery driver in the day, very passionate about water, hates coffee. he does various side jobs and assists often unwittingly in crimes

at some point he tells jimmy that he was willing to dive deep into crack, prostitution, other drugs until jimmy showed him burglary is a better option

jerry  ( pizza delivery and plumber) probably nailed denise

carlos the old landscaper also probably in an affair w denise

had a male babysitter who was probably nailing denise

his wife left him for a french-canadian man named frédérique who used to clean their pool. he was beautiful and stan feels like he could never compete with that. in another story he was supposedly his divorce lawyer & is why he lost custody of roy

stan gets bouts of violence especially when water or his fanny pack is being disrespected, anc calls coffee the Devil’s Juice or Devil’s Drink. his fanny pack is a touchy subject which he explains by its utilitarian benefits of having everything that he needs readily available at all times.

jimmy, kiki, and eugene are acquaintances, jimmy more of a business partner-in-crime and called friendly j, friendly, or friendly jimmy by stan. kiki chanel is an old dating prospect && supposedly one who led to his coma that he experienced, although with little info on that one. eugene was an old man he met briefly when kidnapped by those last two and forced to peruse eugene’s mansion before being made to leave when accused of checking out eugene’s late wife

he thinks the best of everyone and seldom realizes that what he's doing is criminal or illegal  —  an alternative is that he is probably in denial of things to keep his friends and in which would "stuff" his issues/problems deep with in him and would come out in "demon form" when he would take the pill form "oxy".

stan often has lengthy dialogues with himself inside his head. often "arguing with the voices inside of his head".

sometimes he can't help himself from smashing and breaking coffee machines.

he has a tendency to accidentally jerk and punch random people, blaming it on a "delayed adrenal system".

stan's middle name, as revealed by kiki, is elizabeth. he does not know how she gained this knowledge.

whenever stan consumes an oxy pill his voice changes into a demon-like voice and he will chase down jimmy but he will go back to normal stan eventually

HEADCANON ZONE

i dont think space implicated the viewer to be “roy” properly, i don’t imagine that sort of thing was on purpose, but i think it put the viewer in the shoes of that person for that scene as the multiverse was collapsing in on itself. it gave a glimpse of a single shared weekend at a father who just likes to help people,, sometimes a misguided in doing so.

in his main verse, you could certainly consider him to be living in los santos. all of the above applies, he’s a simple man looking to hydrate the world who just often finds himself at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong sort of people. but his kindheartedness usually gets him by.

he likes cats

the only weapons he will ever use are blunt objects of any kind

he has zero interest in alcohol but might partake in an occasional drug if convinced

[maggotmouth]

         it’s me again, nora, bringing u another british muse cos i am british and apparently that’s as far as my range will extend. he’s a wild boy with yellow fingers, crucifix bones and a laugh like butter wouldn’t melt. speedy little fucker. lovable rogue. plays the fool. right in the nucleus of destruction – that’s where he’s most at home – laughing with a mouthful of blood, fire at his fingertips and red wine on his lips.  here is the pinterest for jude. here’s a jude musings tag. this vine radiates jude energy.  so does this.  this video is very jude. 

CLICK ANYWHERE ON THIS SENTENCE FOR A SEXY GOOGLE DOC  !!

stats.

name:    jude dempsey.

age:   twenty-five.

gender & pronouns:    cis man, he/him.

occupation:  location scout on film & tv sets  /   freelance photographer.

archetypes:  the anarchist. the outcast. the going-nowhere-fast. the aimless. the hostile. the charity case. the juvenile delinquent.

zodiac:  aries sun, aquarius moon, scorpio rising.

residency:  lilac ridge trailer park with his older sister, her surf instructor boyfriend, and their baby.

tattoos:  covered in them. his sister aoife wanted to be a tattoo artist n he was her walking canvas. now she lives in irving n works as a yoga teacher n has a baby called kale.

faceclaim:     aron piper.  

aesthetics.

blood stains on a cigarette rizzla, a jovial whistle as you tend to a full english breakfast ( eggs served sunny-side up ), jamming screwdrivers into the tag around your ankle to sneak out of the house to boiler room dj sets, a stick-and-poke tattoo spelling ‘ACAB’ across your knuckles that you got at a house party while tripping on ket, rugby socks and porno mags stuffed beneath a single bed still laundered with spiderman bed sheets.

character references.

Ronan (The Raven Cycle), Daniel Dessario (Freaks & Geeks), Lip Gallagher (Shameless), Mercutio (Romeo & Juliet), Connell (Normal People), Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games), Eggsy (Kingsman).

bullet point summary of jude

—  twenty-five. cis-male. he / him. bisexual. has a million different piercings and tattoos and broken so many bones. he was originally based on the tarot card the fool (which represents spontaneity, impulsivity, new beginnings, improvising, leaps of faith or lack of direction, poor judgement, chaos and stupidity depending on which way up it is). his birthday is april 1st so he’s literally a fuckin joke. i have a full bio for him but i wrote it when i was like 14 and frankly its embarrassing so ur just getting bullet points (n tbh they are long as fuck…. so…..) xx 

— jude is peak dark fruits twitter, massive “u fooking wot mate???” football hooligan britpop love island lad, but also just massive softie once you chisel your way passed the six layers of reinforced concrete barrier beneath his adidas shell suit

— born in lewisham, raised in bromley. was in and out the care system as well as juvenile detention a lot as a kid for petty crimes like larcency, public indecency, trespassing, graffiti. came from a family of miscreants who were often in trouble with the law and as a result social services got involved and he was tossed about different foster families like a hot potato but he kept running back to his mum. this is really sad but i think a lot of the reason why he committed petty crimes was because when he was in the juvenile detention centre there was structure, and people checking in on him to make sure he hadn’t vanished, and he got regular meals, and he was kind of lacking those things at home…. the fridge was always empty, no one cared if he was in his room or out on the streets causing trouble…. in juvie he got a sense of family as fucked up as that sounds….. it’s also where he learned to fight.

—  very working class roots, proud of this fact, and fucking hates the rich. people at school would call his family  “ne’er-do-wells”, and as a result he spent most of his youth causing havoc on the streets because it was the only kind of identity he knew. his brothers worked at the fun fairs and carnivals in the summer months. jude used to rollerblade around and steal candy flosses from the pier and rig the slot machines so that they’d spill out loads of coins for him. the archetypal lock-picking chaotic neutral rogue type.

— had a speech impediment as a kid which is one of the reasons why he can appear quite quiet. was always the kid who knew the answer but if he tried to speak the words would get jumbled on his tongue and come out like tangled cassette tape, so bcos of this he stopped speaking in class, stopped acting like he had anything worth saying, became hostile towards those who’d had lessons in elocution. it wasn’t worth getting laughed at, and he was happy to pretend to be thick at school if that’s what others wanted him to be. he thrived in other areas.

 — constantly undermines his own intelligence and doesn’t really trust that he’s actually clever, despite the fact that he could have done well in school if he’d tried (and wasn’t constantly having to parent his siblings). he knows that people will see him and just assume he’s a dumb idiot so he’s kind of in a place where he makes people think that before they can even assume it, because that way he feels in control. is constantly saying he can’t read but in fact!! he can read. it just takes him a bit longer cos the words move around on the page he got that restless adhd energy baby. (couldn’t possibly be me, getting told for years my characters are adhd n being “like wtf this is just how ppl are??” and then getting diagnosed with adhd at the grand old age of 23)

— never finished school. got a bus to heathrow airport n moved to los angeles at sixteen years old with a skateboard, his best mate, a jar full of pennies and a digital camera. they couch surfed for ages and were in a lot of dodgy situations until jude got pretty involved in the industrial skate scene. then they just slept on sk8rbois sofas and in their dirty basements for a while until they had enough money to rent a flat. also super into parkour. when he wasn’t freerunning himself he took videos of the others n he built up a small following on youtube.

—  now works as a freelance photographer / content creator for VICE and other online journals. involved in a lot of zines. it’s a lot of effort and not much money so he also works as a runner and a gaffer on tv sets.

— that grilling mix of the artful dodger and peter pan. he’s a boy in the body of a man, who doesn’t want to grow up. he can’t accept the responsibility that comes with adulthood, and would prefer to be boisterous and carefree. he could be something great if he cared - the trouble is he’s too preoccupied having fun. 

— despite being lacking in maturity, jude’s kind of like, a caring if somewhat grumpy father figure. because his parents were never really around and him n his siblings had to look out for each other, he likes to make sure everyone’s eaten, and is always the first to offer up his bed or sofa if someone needs a place to stay. he climbs trees to help injured birds and has a rescue staffie with three legs. he likes animals more than people. 

— has been hopping around place to place since he left school at 16. doesn’t really consider anywhere home, but rather the feeling of cracking the top off an ice cold bottle of beer and slapping ur mates on the thighs. he would go back home to lewisham but honestly his dad is never there and his mum is p much a liability and always drunk and he just cant be bothered to deal with it any more, plus all his siblings have moved out now. the reason he came to irving is cos one of his sisters (aoife) is here - she was working as camp counsellor in the states and started dating a surf instructor from irving. now they have a lil baby together and jude is the uncle and godparent. he lives with them in lilac ridge.

— very physically fit. wants to run fast so he can overtake the bourgeoise when the zombies come. sporty soft jock himbo type and was always better with his body than he was with words. he’s learned to say more by not speaking. 

— was massively into parkour as a kid. now a freerunner and freelance photographer. is one of those guys u see nowadays on instagram who climb to the top of a really high building in their fuckin sneakers to do an ig story of new york from like, 100ft up and get paid by vice to do it. he started doing shit like that when he was like 15 because UNILAD or s/t saw one of his instagram videos of him up this building taking shots on his go-pro n were like hey we can use this

— kind of an amalgamation of daniel dessario and nick andopolis in freaks and geeks. obsessed with dad rock and can play electric guitar but is pretty bad at it. is that one friend who’s always like “tame impala are so much better than the stone roses man. talking heads were the fucking bomb, you weren’t there, you don’t know david byrne like i do” etc etc pop culture references. also really into dad rock and fuckin loves parquet courts.

— chews the inside of his cheek when he’s nervous or irritated. it’s a tick he’s had since youth, almost a way of biting his tongue. it used to give him terrible mouth ulcers. he’s also heavily avoidant when it comes to dealing with anything not chill n usually runs from it or gets blackout drunk. he definitely uses binge drinking as a coping mechanism.

— ran track competitively all the way through school. his go-to default is to run when given the fight or flight option. though his blood can easily boil, he’s not quick to resort to violence. he prefers to either run from it or clumsily attempt being a peacemaker. he’ll only usually end up fighting accidentally, literally that tommy shelby gif like STOP FIGHTING NO FUCKING FIGHTING and two seconds later he’s throwing a punch.

 — an angry boi but also a soft boi beneath the angry boi. his anger comes from this eat-the-rich mentality so if ur characters well off at all or appears tht way he’d hate them. has been living off of hardly anything his whole life trying to survive on the breadline and fuckin hates the rich so much. 

— but apart from that, he’s pretty solid. may appear to be a ‘lads lad’ but is actually a fucking sweetheart. some character inspos are connell from normal people, daniel dessario, eggsy from kingsman, soren from the dragon prince, lip from shameless, dionysus god of wine and ecstasy, and sokka in A:TLA.

wanted plots.

— his older sister, a summer camp counsellor, is the reason he came to irving in the first place so maybe ppl who know him through her? she’s called aoife, she’s like 27, vegan, a part time yoga teacher and married to a surf instructor, and has a lil baby boy called kale heath landover-dempsey (terrible name imo). they live in a trailer in lilac ridge.

— honestly brotps. i want so many brotps, if ur character is lad behaviour at all, then hook me up they could be best mates. alternatively they could just really see too much of themselves in each other and not get on spicy.

— he works for vice and pop culture magazines climbing buildings and taking pictures and just posting stupid lil freerunning videos on instagram but since he’s come to irving he’s been doing tv work as a gaffer and a runner when he can or working in the bars so if ur character works in a bar maybe they got him the job, maybe they’re colleagues, idk.

— someone he had sex with in his first week there cos he thought he was only gonna be staying with his sister a few days but then he ended up running out of money and had to stay longer than planned and actually get a job there and now they just see each other in public and its well awks

— skate gang he does parkour, freerunning and skateboarding so would hang around parks where they have shit he can jump off

— i kind of have this vision of him working as an ice cream vendor on the beach just sat in an ice cream van all day serving soft scoops with a scowl, maybe other ppl who work near the beach as life guards, cafe staff etc who might occasionally get an ice cream from him for free n they go skinny dipping together when they all finish their shifts 

— anything and everything. honestly please bombard me with messages, i’m in the discord (nora / maggotmouth), or you can im me, i’m so slow to message but once we get the ball rolling i promise it’ll be a hoot ok pce and love x

[horrorslashergirl]

Slasher OC: The Hacker

Full Name: Xander Shawn Rivera (Although none knows his real name as his killer persona)

Nickname(s): Xan, Hackerman, The Hacker, Erron, Cyber Killer, Shawty, BlueRain, Blue

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Place of Birth: New York City, USA

Current Location: New York City

Occupation: As a civilian, he works in the IT department of a company; As his killer persona he is a Dark Web Criminal, Master Hacker, CEO of Online Drug and Weapon Store

Base of operation: New York

Languages: English

Appearance:

Height: 6'3

Weight: 185 lbs

Body Type: Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: He has an undercut hairstyle, much longer on the top, with bangs covering sometimes one eye

Eye Color: Smokey grey, giving off eerily serene, sometimes studiously expressionless

Clothing: As his civilian persona, Xander prefers easy clothing that doesn't attract attention, keeping the image of a boring 30s male, he opts for dark jeans, T-shirts with symbols from video games or simple graphic T-shirts, and hoodies in colors of black, dark grey or light grey, dark blue. His shoes of choice are either vans or converse, comfortable and practical. Xander's clothing could be described as nerdy.

As his killer persona, he chooses black clothing or midnight dark blue, black converse, or black high Nikes, a bulletproof vest under his hoodie, utility belt where he has his holster with the bowie knife. He wears a neon blue Purge-like mask to hide his identity, and he upgraded the mask, installing mini-video cameras close to where his eyes are so that he can record any of his murders or information in order to blackmail.

Other features: He has a dragon tattoo on one of his pectorals, a tongue piercing and he has a cock piercing right on the tip also known as Prince Albert piercing, plus his scrotum ring piercing. He also has blue braces. He also has some faint freckless on his nose and around.

Face Claim: Desmond Harrington

Weapons: Bowie Knife, Beretta 92 Gun, Wilson Combat EDC X9

Scent: He wears Dior Men Cologne Sauvage, the fragrance is announced as radically fresh, raw and noble at the same time. Top notes are Calabrian bergamot and Pepper; middle notes are Sichuan Pepper, Lavender, Pink Pepper, Vetiver, Patchouli, Geranium and elemi; base notes are Ambroxan, Cedar and Labdanum. Other notes of his scent would be tabacoo, a sugary energy drink smell.

Favorite Food: McDonalds, Subway and Burritos

Favorite Drink: Energy drinks, especially the Monster Energy Drink ones

Power/Skills:

Great knowledge in IT and hacking

Torture methodology

Driving skills

Stealth/Evasion

Skilled usage of weaponry

Bulletproof outfit

High intelligence

Manipulation

Computer skills

Murderous expertise

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Gunmanship

Psychopathic nature

Fearlessness

Ruthlessness

Airplane Pilot Skills

History/Bio:

The man known as the infamous Hacker was long ago someone completely different.

Xander Shawn Rivera was born into a suburban neighborhood close to New York City, along with his little sister Chloe, their parents being Neil Rivera, their father who worked as a police officer of New York City, and their mother Olivia Rivera working for a company in New York into the logistic department.

Xander had a normal childhood, until when he was 14 when his mother left him, his sister, and his father for a rich man. Neil took care of the two kids, and because his mother left them, Xander started to hold a huge grudge on her, especially that his sister, Chloe told him many times that their mother would come back, and Xander got even more hate on his mother when she wouldn't come to visit them; never present for Chloes birthdays, holidays and such.

In high school, Xander was considered the biggest nerd; awkward and unsure of himself, he was a prime target for the popular kids. He wasn't the strongest in the physical department, being fairly tall for his age and a slender guy, he focused his attention more on learning, especially in the IT, technology, and robotic department of the school.

Being more captured by the cybernetic life, he spends all his free time learning how to hack, getting deeper into the Dark Web. First, he opened an online drug store and in time he started to do trafficking with dangerous weapons too. His father being at work most of the time, he had all the privacy he needed, and none had any suspicions of what he was doing, being seen as the non-interesting guy with social awkward skills.

In the last year of high school, one night while he was working, Xander received a call from the New York Police, telling him how his father was gunned down during an investigation with a drug-dealing gang.

With his father dead and his sister completely devasted, not to mention a plan for what he will do after he finishes high school, Xander came to a blocking point, and his sister left him too, to go live with their mother and her boyfriend, the rich asshole.

Being left all alone, Xander finished high school and took the job position in the USA army in the security and IT department, since all his reviews were exceptional. After a few years of working for the USA army, learning along how to fight, use weapons, and how to fly an airplane, he decided to quit, not satisfied enough with what his line of work offered him. The superiors treated him like shit and he was viewed just as their lap dog.

After he gave up on the army, he got a job at a New York company, but behind the boring nerdy civilian, Xander developed a new persona, that he earned from all around the Dark Web; The Hacker alias Erron.

Continuing with the illegal stores on the dark internet, he also got intrigued by the more horrible parts, like killing, assassins, torture, porn gore, and the list goes on.

Xander understood that there on Dark Web, he had full control of everything, it was his Kingdom and he was the King, he could be whatever he wanted there and he had all the skills and tricks... And his killer persona turned out to be one of the most wanted international criminals in and outside the USA.

Personality:

As his civilian self, Xander is an introvert to say so, not indulging himself too much in social activities, but he still shows high confidence even as his normal persona. He prefers to keep to himself, being the boring and nerdy Xander Shawn Rivera that is pretty much invisible. It's an image he chose to keep in order not to raise any suspicions of who he really is. Despite being a Master in hacking and IT, he doesn't show it when it comes to his civilian line of work. He has a quote that goes like this: 'Never show your true potential just to be a cheap showoff. Wait for the perfect moment to strike.'

As his killer persona, like most murderers in horror movies, he shares their traits. He is sneaky, intelligent, cruel, aggressive, sadistic, destructive, and brutish by nature. He has no morality, his base of operation being on the Deep Web, where he is doing business. He scops up victims in various ways; down from online dating sites, to posing as a simple seller of a car or phone; he knows what to say to find out more about his victims. Once he tracks you down, he will know everything about you; your name, age, address and even hacking your webcam to cyberstalk you, finding the perfect moment to strike.

As the Hacker, he is very confident, playful, manipulative, and always has a plan B up his sleeves, and if plan B doesn't work, well... get ready for plan C.

The biggest trick is that you don't know anything about who the Hacker is, but he knows everything about you. He is the guy that invades your privacy and knows all your secrets, using all the information against his victims or people that dare to get in his way.

The Hacker is unpredictable, ruthless when he has to be, and extremely possessive of what he owns, because he worked hard for it, and this results in another intense trait of his personality; he is a big workaholic, sometimes forgetting to sleep and eat, especially when he has a huge deal to finish.

The Hackers street smarts and charisma is unmatched and he is one of the toughest criminals to ever walk the streets of America and surfing through the dark web. As the Hacker, he finds it much easier to talk, flirt, and get close to women. It's not necessarily that he is self-conscious, because he is not, and he has an explanation for why as his civilian self he avoids getting too close to the dating game.

'I have to be boring and awkward as to not raise suspicions, besides... why would I need a girlfriend to stick her nose into my business and fuck up everything? Pussy I can find and get anytime and anywhere I want. Thank you very much, motherfucker.'

He also shows traits of narcissism or egomania, loving to be complimented for his work and achievements, hen loves to be praised and acknowledges by those around him that he is the best, which clashes when he has to put on the good civilian mask and pretend he doesn't want to gut everyone's necks around him.

A psychopathic madman with a lust for blood and to be the best in everything he does, he can be considered a big perfectionist, but not in all domains. For example, he is a lame cook and always prefers to get take-outs or food that can be heated into the microwave. He doesn't have time to sleep, much less to spend his time at the stove.

Erron is very blunt and to the point in his conversations, and won't hesitate to tell someone how stupid they are. He lacks empathy and he doesn't work like other people; he is very logical and will use his brain/mind more so than his heart.

All in all, both Xander and Erron are one and the same person, switching personalities.

Crimes:

Stalking

Terrorism

Selling illegal weapons and drugs

Torture

Grand Theft Auto

Mutilations

Kidnapping

Snuff Filming

Blackmailing

Drug/Weapon trafficking

Quotes of The Hacker:

'I see you.'

'Lets see who pays the most.'

'I got many things that may interest you. Drugs, Guns, Maybe a young woman. Lets negociate.'

'I am everywhere.'

'Yes. I got your wife. You should have seen her face when I fucked her.'

'You will never win this game.'

'You think you can catch me? The police tried for years. Good luck, pal.'

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 11

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

Synopsis: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge in art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

Masterlist

A/N: just a short filler chap.

Like Peanut Butter and Jelly

"So you're a mobster now?" Quentin interrogated like a cop. A very judgemental and somewhat betrayed cop.

You look up from your book. "No, where did you get something stupid like that from?"

"You just said you're friends with that jerk!" He spat for the whole library to hear.

"Would you stop shouting we're in a library," you hissed.

"He's a fucking criminal," Quentin jeered.

"Listen he isn't so bad," you explained. You weren't defending him. You were just being honest. "He's kinda nice. He beat the crap out of this guy for me."

"Now you're making him kill for you?" He asked incredulously,  "God, what's wrong with you?"

You rolled your eyes in aggravation. "I'm not doing anything like that!" You snapped.  "He just so happened to be at work and helped me."

"Uh-huh, yeah," the brunette scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping in his chair. "Ever thought he might've put that guy there to do that to you?"

"What are you talking about?" you squinted at him, leaning towards him and against the table, slightly peeved by his attitude.

"What if it was all planned?" Quentin suggested. "What if he did it so he could make you like him?"

You shook your head in denial. "He wouldn't do something like that. He's not that kinda guy." Okay, why am I sticking up for this guy?

"Oh and you know a lot about him for some reason," he taunted whilst shaking his hands back and forth.

You grumbled audibly, slamming your book shut. "If you're gonna be an asshole Quentin, I'll just leave."

His hands drop and so do his shoulders. The curve of his lips runs crooked and you can tell he feels sorry. It wasn't so hard to read him. He knew you inside and out, and you knew him outside and in.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be," he sighed regretfully. "I'm just worried about you. This guy's bad news, Y/N," he warned.

"He's in the damn mob. Hell, he is the mob. He runs the entire New York crime syndicate for crying out loud!" He shakes his arms animatedly. "Extortion, racketeering, drugs, all the worst things you could possibly imagine probably has something to do with him," he drops his arms and you could see he's doesn't like any of this. "I just don't want you to get stuck in that kinda life."

You blush a tiny bit and sit back in your seat. You twirled a piece of hair around your finger, trying to avoid his eyes by looking at your book. "But he's never really talked to me about the mob stuff. Sometimes I think he doesn't even remember he's in the mob."

"That could be for now. You don't know the future. What if he does a total 180 when he's got you in real deep?" He asked.

"It's not like that." You replied. "We're just friends."

"Just friends?"

"Just friends," you stated firmly. "Besides weren't you the one who told me to make friends? To get out of my comfort zone?"

"Yeah, but I didn't tell you to get all smoochy-smoochy with a criminal," he counters.

"It was nothing like that!" you defended yourself. "You're such a jerk!" You crossed your arms and looked away with a pout.

He chuckled, finding your reaction really cute. "You sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" He asked one last time.

"No, there isn't," you shake your head, defiantly.

"You crushing on this guy or something?" He dropped.

A burning hue of red darkens your cheeks and your face tells more than words could ever say.

"Oh my god, you are!" He groaned loudly, almost teasingly, slightly obnoxious. He slapped his forehead with his hand and wove his fingers into his hair. He shook his head in disappointment. "Where did I go wrong?"

"S-shut up!" You stammered.  

"She's in love with a mobster," he repeated to himself as if he didn't believe it the first time.

"Shut your face before I do it for you." You leaned over the table, pushing it slightly towards him in an attempt to intimidate him.

He points at you while laughing. "Look at you!" He roared, loud enough to earn them a few glares from everyone else. "You're blushing like crazy!"

"N-no I'm not!" You refuted, cheeks burning brighter than ever. Why did you even tell him in the first place? Oh right, he's your best friend. Your very stupid friend who laughed at the dumbest things. You kicked him from underneath the table. He winces in pain but doesn't dare stop laughing.

"Ow, you tryna kill me, mob woman?" He asked between fits of laughter.

"I hate you."

"Mrs. Y/N Rogers," he hums while thinking, "has a nice ring to it."

A vein in your forehead snaps and the next thing Quentin knows, he's kissing a really heavy textbook, and wondering what his post-mortem was going to look like.

Quentin Beck. Male. 22. A whole idiot.

Cause of death: Bludgeoned to death with a Campbell Biology textbook. (She thick as fuck).

"So I take it things went well?" Bucky asked with a smirk, sitting across Steve in his office.

"Better than well." Steve beamed. "Amazing. Fantastic. Superb. Had the best damn time of life," he exclaimed.

Sam rolled his eyes. "All she did was kiss you on the cheek," he deadpanned.

"It's a step in the right direction," he stated positively. No bad vibes in his neighborhood. "This is monumental. We're really going somewhere. I could see it in her eyes. They were sparkling. I mean they always do but like more than usual."

"Y'think she even wants anything to do with the mob?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell won't stop now," he countered.

The days following his lovely talk with you by the bus stop only consisted of daydreams and giggles, scene by scene replays of his favorite parts. The way your eyes shined under a starless sky. The feel of your lips on his skin. The feel of your lips on his skin.

Though it was short and quick, you kissed him. That had to mean something right? Something really good? There's a lot he still needs to know about you. But from what he did know, he knew you wouldn't just kiss any guy. You're a tough shell to crack and it might take time for him to chisel through the stony layers surrounding your heart, but he was getting somewhere.

Steve wasn't complaining. He was excited and determined. If this is what it felt like with just a meager kiss, then how would it feel to hold your hand? To share those cozy moments you said you liked so much? To be the only one you'd share your warmest smiles and most passionate kisses with?

The thought of that alone had Steve riled up like a shaken soda can. Fizzling inside and ready to burst the minute someone popped him open. God, if only you knew what you did to him.

"She's a bit of a firecracker. I think she'd make a nice addition to the family." Sam smirked, knowing full well he was striking a chord in the man's heart.

Steve lets out a breathy chuckle. Shaking his head lightly, he thinks about it just for a second. "Yeah, she's great."

"Now to more serious matters," Bucky interjected, reminding them why they were in the first place. He pushes a file in front of him. Steve opens it to find a picture of a man along with some papers. "Guy by the name of Rumlow wants to talk to you."

Steve raised a brow while looking through. "Who's he?"

"They call him Bullseye. He never misses a shot. He's also a bigtime narcotics man," Sam replied, "Gotta big field all the way in Morocco."

"Says he wants to expand the business," Bucky continued. "He's working with the Lucchese family, Helped him buy a warehouse and fronts to get set up."

"We've already got guys like him," Steve dropped the folder back onto the desk.

"Yeah, but this guy's different." Bucky pointed out. "This stuff that he's got is top of the market. And if we don't get in on this action it's gonna be a major loss." He stated. "Maybe not now or tomorrow but in the next ten years. I mean who knows?"

Steve frowns slightly while scratching the side of his neck. "I don't know. I don't trust him," he said doubtfully."Sam?"

Sam shrugs. "It's all on you big man."

Steve huffs. "Fine, I wanna meeting with this guy," he gets up and pulls his jacket off his chair. "Sometime tomorrow. And before that, I want every piece of information you can get on him on my desk in the morning. Send Clint and Scott."

Steve put his coat on and slipped his phone in his pocket.

Bucky raised a brow. "Where ya going?"

"Out," he replied curtly, heading for the door. He opens the door and they already know where he's going. Steve pops his head back in. "Oh and tell 'em to take the kid with 'em. I don't pay him to sit around all day," he reminded them. "Teach the kid some ropes and make sure he doesn't get shot in the head for saying something stupid, alright?"

"He's a pain in the ass," Bucky deadpanned.

"Never said he wasn't," Steve retorted. "But I don't need his auntie on my bad side. So do me a favor and deal with it," he stated firmly.

"Easy for you to say," Sam jabbed. "You're not the one who's stuck listening to him yapping about Star Wars or some crap. Kid's a nerd," he grumbles.

Steve chuckles while leaving. "Leave him alone. He's a good kid," he contended. "Anyways, I'm off."

"Why are you here?" You deadpanned.

"You don't seem very happy to see me," Steve said, sitting on one of the barstools lining the granite counter with a mischievous grin splayed on his face.

"That's because I'm not," you said flatly, wiping down the counter.

"Ouch, that hurt me right here," he winced while clutching his heart.

"That was my intention," you remarked, unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face.

Steve notices it. He obviously did. Nothing ever went past those pretty blue eyes. He leans over the counter with his arms crossed on top.

"Doesn't seem like it," he teases.

You click your tongue and push his face out of yours. He chuckles and you couldn't help but let go of a chuckle or two.

"You're an idiot, Rogers," you remarked.

Steve props the side of his face with his hand, watching the way you move around the place, frolicking from one spot to another. He watched you like you had the stars in your hands and hung them up in the sky. Even in a dull all-black uniform and hair twisted in a loose bun with a few strands running rampant, there's a glow to you that has him warm on the inside. Your face was bare, only marked with an acne scar here and there and dark circles underneath your eyes due to a lack of sleep and yet, he thinks you're the prettiest thing in the world.

"What?" You asked puzzled and slightly embarrassed.

"Nothing," he smiled, a tint of pink spreading on his cheeks.

"Don't you have anything to do?" You asked. "Or is the mob all talk and no work?"

"I finished early," Steve replied with a chuckle. "So I thought I'd meet my favorite waitress."

"Oh, I'm so honored," you replied sarcastically earning a roll of the eyes from him. You leaned over the counter in front of him with a smirk. "And what have I done to earn a visit from the high and mighty kingpin?"

"Stole my heart," he murmurs.

"What?" You asked standing straight. I didn't hear that. Let's pretend I didn't hear that.

"N-nothing," he quickly replied.

You shake it off as a trick of the mind. "Well if you're here we might as well do something," you dug your hand into your pocket.

"Good idea!" He exclaimed.

"Here," you slammed a stack of cards with a rubber band twisted a few times around.

He furrowed his brows. "What the heck is this?"

"My flashcards. You're gonna help me study," you stated calmly.

Steve groans. "I thought we'd do something more heartfelt to get to know each other more."

"There's the door if you wanna leave," you deadpanned.

"Fine," Steve huffs. "Gimme that." He snatches the cards from you.

Slipping off the rubber band, he flips through the cards and picks a random one.

"Alright," he reads the flashcard. First, he squints then opens them wide in confusion. "I don't understand what this says. It's not even in English."

"Lemme see that," you took it from him.

"It says deoxyribonucleic acid."

"What the fuck is that?" He questioned, his nose scrunched in disgust.

"Its DNA, stupid head," you retorted, slightly annoyed.

"Then why didn't you just write that?"

"Cause I wanna practice spelling it, moron, and cut the sass before I end up kicking your ass to next Tuesday."

Steve smiled, feeling a streak of mischief. "Damn, sweetheart, you sound so pretty when you talk like that. Keep going." He cooed.

Your cheeks burn read. "D-don't say things like that! You're such a weirdo!" You stammered with an angry pout.  

"Oh, my heart!" He exclaimed while clutching his chest. "You're making me see stars!”

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"Why don't you make me with those pretty lips of yours?" Unable to say anything you yank on his ear hard and he yelps. "Ouch, that hurts!"

"Fucking good!" You shouted still pulling on him.

Wanda watched from the small window of the kitchen with a smile. "They make a good match, don’t they?" She asked May. May chuckles while watching you pour out your rage on the poor mob man.

"Like peanut butter and jelly."

A/N: School starts next week for me so updates will get slow. 

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Name: Bellator, God of War Nicknames: /// Gender: Female  Occupation: God of War, commander to warrior angels  Rank: God  Likes: Tea, weaponry craftsmanship, peace and quite, night time, training Dislikes: Disrespectful behaviour, foolishness, stubbornness, flamboyant people Powers: Immense strength and heightened senses, flying, has a roar that can shatter glass, can turn into a lion with wings General bio: The god of War, though not the tallet out of the heaven council, is by far the most strongest and most tactical. She is known as a fearless leader to heavens armies and knowns as a legend for the countless victories she leaded. On first appearance you'd think the fearsome God of War would be a cold hearted, deadpan, serious, no-fun stick in the mud: you're only half right. To those who know Bellator well enough to call her a friend, she is very straight to the point and doesn't tolerate silliness or people who cause disruptions. She isn't one for sugar coating when it comes to delivering news, she gets it out as soon as she can with no fuss, however depending on the circumstances, she'll break the news a little easier. Bellator has a strong sense of justice and is a strong believer in that crimes must be met with a worthy punishment, she is not above giving her students punishments or extra training if she catches them slacking off or she believes they are holding up the rest of the class. While Charleston handles the trainee angels and teaches much more basic training for beginners, Bellator's training is much more extreme and physically exhausting - Bellator would never push a student to the point of them passing out, but she will push them to go beyond their limits to become stronger. Due to her thousands of centuries of living, Bellator is full of knowledge and shares it to her student sin hopes they will become even better.  Relationships:  Bellator and her son Amica, to most peoples surprise, have a very good mother son bond. Amica was laboured by another female warrior under Bellator, and with the Goddess of Life's magic the child was given Bellator's DNA. Bellator decided it would be safer is another warrior where to labour her child, so that she could continue her training and so it would be less obvious to possible threats that the God of War would be gaining a son or daughter. When Amica was born, he was born with only one wing, a great shock to Bellator - despite this Bellator continued to raise and care for her son, whom despite his disability is just as determined as his mother, and is frequently getting scrapes and bruises when he goes off on his adventures. There bond is very much like Mufasa and Simba - Amica looks up to his mother a lot, and continues to push himself in hopes of becoming something his mother could be proud of. War and Peace are like Yin and Yang, total opposites. Bellator and Angie knew off each other through the heaven council with them both being gods, but other then that the two never had a real bond and didn't actively seek out the other for discussions, and their friendship didn't go beyond their council meetings or the one of two greetings if they passed each other. All this changed however once Amice was born, and when it was discovered he only had one wing. Bellator knew how to care for a young one, but being the god of war, she was no expert, she got nervous when the baby started bawling its eyes out and wasn't sure what to do when it started teething (even more so when he started to use her tail as a chew toy). Bellator seeks out Angie's help, who to Bellator's slight embarrassment offers her some very simple advice she didn't even think of. The two gradually grow closer as Angie assist Bellator in caring for Amica, and the two begin to form a sister bond, with Bellator even becoming something of an Aunt figure to Angie's son Willem. Bellator DOES care for Willem, make no mistake about that, she was a key figure in Willem's life, especially when his father mysteriously vanished. If Bellator hadn't been there in Willem's time of grieving, he might not have been able to find the strength to press on for a better future. It took a lot of pep talks and reassuring hugs, but Bellator I able to pull Willem out of his sad state, and it was on that day that Bellator swore to protect both her sister and her son...However Bellator isn't exactly fond of Willem's rather lazy and care free attitude. She has tried numerous times to try and get Willem into training his powers so that he may become stronger, but no matter how hard she tries it seems that Willem is just no interested. She is not the biggest fan of his puns either, especially when she is trying to concentrate. Despite all this, Bellator does love and care for Willem, and will pull him in for a quick side hug and hair ruffle when no ones looking  Bellator is still deciding how she views Jevil, the notorious god of Chaos, whom has been set free to roam heaven as he undergoes his reformation. Bellator is not trusting of Jevil, and most certainly does not trust him with her son, who Jevil likes to hang out with just to toy with Bellator. Bellator is always, ALWAYS, straight to the point with Jevil, not because she hates him, but because she had learnt that being upfront is the best way to communicate with the god. Bellator is still wary of Jevil, and she continues to keep up her guard round him, but she trusts in the councils opinion on setting him free, and she will only intervene if she believes Jevil is going to throw another attack on heaven and its people. She holds his caretaker Ramiel in high respects for simply being able to put up with Jevil, she has told Ramile and Jehovah she will not intervene with this reformation business unless things get out of hand, she trusts Jehovah's decision making, so if Jehovah trusts this Ramiel enough to assig her as Jevil's guardian, then so does she. Bellator also has great respect for his students, and is very proud of them all when they are able to push themselves to become stronger - but obviously she'll step in if she belives a student is pushing themselves too hard. Two of her most impressive warriors are Abel and Tabbriss, she is exceptionally proud how far the two have come, and so the two have earnt her complete and total respect, she trusts and believes in the two enough that she would give them command over a situation if she was unable to lead the charge.  Is close friends with Charelston despite what others may think, like herself and Angie their friendship didn't go beyond aquaintances until Bellator helped clean up a wound of Charelston's daughters leg, even cracking a few small jokes Willem had told her (she may not be a huge fan of jokes but she still listens), ever since then Charleston had been much more relaxed around her, seeing that behind her calm, serious face was someone approachable and kind. The two like to discuss training exercises, and Bellator will listen politely as Charleston babbles about his newest teacup set. Bellator really doesn't understand all this british stuff, but she appreciates that it makes Charleston happy, so she listens She and the God of the Moon are on good terms, due to their children getting along herself and moon became acquainted. Bellator is puzzled by the sleepy, ditsy old man, and even to this day wonders how in the world he manages to keep his active daughter in line. Despite Moon being a god Bellator has grown a protective instinct to keep him safe, since Moon will fall asleep at random Bellator sticks around to make sure he is safe until he wakes up. Name: Amica Nicknames: /// Gender: Male  Occupation; Son to the God of War, Bellator   Rank: Child  Likes: Running around, adventures, climbing things, video games, comic books, rolling down grassy hills  Dislikes: Overly fancy clothing, having his hair combed  Powers: Inhanced strength and senses, can turn into a lion cub, can shatter glass with his roar but hasn't yet achieved this  General bio:  Compared to his mother, Amice is far more easy going, he's very friendly and approachable, though he takes 100% after his mother when it comes to his sense of adventure and strength. Amica is a rough and tumble kid, he likes to rough house with his mother in his cub form and when he isn't with her he's either with his older cousin Willem or playing with is best friend Star. Amica is determined to become a great warrior like his mother, and strives to make his powers stronger. Due to him being a kid he doesn't fully know his boundaries and how far he can push himself without becoming exhausted, countless times Bellator has found Amica fast asleep in the training arena, though she admires his determination, she does wish he would go a bit easier on himself. Despite not being able to fly, Amica really enjoys watching birds flying or even watching warrior angels practise their combat in the air, since Amice cannot fly his mother often flies around with him - Amica does sometimes get a bit anxious about not being able to fly like all of his mothers other students, which is why he strives so hard to become a strong warrior with his other attacks. Since Amica is just a kid he is far from accessing the full ability of his powers, but he is much more powerful then any other kid his age due to him being the son of Bellator. Amica always gets really excited whenever someone compliments his strength, and he's very much happy to help others train to make their powers stronger  Relationships: His best pal is Star, the daughter to the God of Mood and future goddess to the stars. Amica and Star are full on bros, they will rough house with each other, go on adventures together (even if that means sneaking away from the watchful eye of their parents), train together, crash from exhaustion ontop of the nearest grassy hill together, the list goes on. The two began as rivals, each one wanting to outpower the other, but overtime the two began to bond and soon agreed they'd both train from now on. They're bond is like Bambii and Feline and Simba and Nala - both are very supportive of each other, and each take turns in being the leader on their adventures. Is very close to his older cousin Willem, and no one can tell Amica otherwise that his cousin isn't the most coolest angel ever. Willem may or may not have convinced Amica  few times to slack off from chores to relax with him, and Bellator was not amused. The two of them have more of a brother bond then cousins, and Willem is endlessly lazyily supportive of Amica and Star when they go off on their adventures to better control their powers, often cheering with a casual 'yay'. On the whole, they're very close Loves his Auntie Angie and her motherly affection, though Bellator is a good mother, she is very busy with her job as commander of the guard, which often leaves Amica either by himself or being watched by someone. Despite Amice's very typical boy attitude he doesn't mind the attention given to him by his Aunt Angie, nor does he mind her giving him cookies or picking her flowers for her vase. He ADORES her large wings, perfectly for snugglin and playing with  Tabriss/Abel/Ramiel/Jehovah - @cosmic-artzz  DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART OR THE OC'S!!!

[juleshq]

*  𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬  here  and  do  i  have  the  tea  for  you  .  𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is  back  in  bridgehampton  for  the  summer  ,  living  off  the 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 family  𝟐.𝟑 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧  net  worth  .  must  be  nice  to  come  back  home  to  the  hamptons  ,  i  wonder  what  her  fellow  class  of  2017  grads  think  of  her  return  .  you  know  ,  she  was  known  around  town  as  the  𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 and  for  bhs  senior  superlatives  pronouns  was  crowned  as  𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 .  i  wonder  if  that  still  holds  true  today  ,  a  lot  can  change  when  you  go  off  to  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 and  study  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘  .  either  way  ,  i  bet  she  is  still  very  𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 , 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  . hopefully  this  time  next  year  the  plans  to  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 come  true  .  in  the  meantime  ,  i  look  forward  to  seeing  her  blast  𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄) 𝖇𝖞 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬  at  every  hamptons  function  .  it’s  going  to  be  a  wild  summer  home  ,  welcome  back  .

i  don’t  think  i’ve  EVER  been  this  excited  to  plot  and interact with a group of people ,  u  all  seem  like  such  beaut  ppl  &  i’m  in  love  already  but   i’m  a  little  . . .  intimidated  ADFJH .  anyways  ,  i’m  not  going  to  ramble  bc  i’m  ready  to  get  down  to  business  ,  i’m  sammie  &  i  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns  !  under  the  cut  is  a  long  bio  on  jules !  i  will  GLADLY  give  you  a  synopsis  on  this  chaotic  mess  pls  just  ask  ,  HERE  is  her  pinterest  board  please  ignore  the  sudden  amount  of  pins  of  just  her  , also  i’m  down  to  plot  here  or  on  discord  ,  my  discord  is  @ᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ?#3246  

* / BASICS

full name: juliana kaia dicaprio

nicknames: jules , julie / juli 

age & dob: twenty-one , august 14th , 1998

place of birth: long island , new york .

sexuality: heterosexual ( that she knows off )

bender: cisfemale

* /  MORE BASIC INFO

languages: english, french, some spanish.

religion: catholic

education: high school , majoring in biology at stanford

occupation: unemployed

drinks, smokes, & drugs: all of the above

* / PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: leo

likes: dark chocolate , tea in the morning , white roses , instigating bad situations , wine , black coffee , the smell of freshly brewed coffee , talking with strangers , long travels , adventures , being called “ angel ” , popcorn , quick tex responders , products made with silk , athletes , crime shows / films , crowded rooms , glitter .

dislikes: fake designer bags , people who don’t know how to lie , f , people who wear pearls regularly , long text messages , voicemails , men who are cheap , people who chew with their mouth open , humming ,  thrift shops , water-poof mascara , the smell of grass , extensive planning , and arrogance & stupidity combined .

bad habits: breaking promises to herself & others , not thinking before doing , fixating with her hair when nervous .

secret talent: juggling

fears: aging terribly , being widowed , drowning , being buried alive .

positive traits: alluring , convincing , affectionate , ambitious / devoted , systematic .

negative traits: manipulative , conniving , deceitful , dishonest , subjective .

* / APPEARANCE

tattoos: dagger on right index finger , “ devil ” on left index finger .

piercings: three in each ear , cartilage .

* / FAMILY INFO.

parent names: claire boucher & david dicaprio .

parent relationship: divorced .

sibling names: annalise , ashton , keller , & wade .

sibling relationship: step siblings & half .

children: none .

pets: 2 family dogs on her moms side.

* / BIOGRAPHY

i’m sorry it got long

             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑’s entire childhood was spent in the spotlight -- her father was a huge rockstar in the 70's & 80's, and her mother a model . Claire spent her childhood between Florida , California , and New York , attending red carpets , premieres , etc. Claire attended Stanford to obtain a bachelor in science but was in and out of modeling in her teens and early twenties .

            𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎  lived an affluent life more under the radar . His grandfather is CEO of JD banking , one of the four largest banks in the world . He attended Princeton as the rest of his family did . He got involved in the company business at a very young age as did his brothers , but went on to become the new CEO after his fathers unfortunate passing in 2002 .

            𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 was and will forever be her parents pride & joy . her parents were high school sweethearts & got married young -- at a twenty-two / twenty-three . they had been trying for two years to start their own family but jules’ mother struggled . thanksgiving in the hamptons , a dicaprio family tradition the day is engraved in her mothers memory , in 1997 , they announced to their family that after years of trying , they were pregnant .

            𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 grew up completely pampered ; bi-weekly trips to the nail salon with her mother and annual father-daughter trips . her mother was her best friend until she began morphing jules into what she thought was perfect . making sure she spoke at least one other language , was active in school , extracurriculars , how she presented herself . her mother cared about image due to her own childhood of growing up in the spotlight . besides the near brainwash to fit her mother’s image of perfect , everything was ideal &  ‘ normal ’ up until the summer before her freshman year of high school . her mother discovered the affair her father had been having for months with a woman he did business with . he claimed it was due to the fact that jules’ mother had returned to some normalcy and wanted to work again , modeling and doing some traveling , therefore he ‘ just missed her around ’ . jules was aware of everything going on  , heard the countless nights they spent arguing in the opposite wing of the house , she picked up on her father being late to family dinner because ��� he had work to do ” . her parents tried their best to keep her in the dark for the sake of her sanity , innocence , and view on her father . jules went along with it all , the daddy’s girl in her was in denial for all of the months leading up to their divorce . at the end , her mother got full custody of her .

             𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 came two “ yes ” parents . everything became a competition between the two , trying to one up the other ; who took jules on the better summer vacation , had the most over the top christmas morning , etc . it  was insanely manipulative & jules there wasn’t a time period where jules felt more alone ; not having a sibling to relate to , she was embarassed to tell her peers the real reason why her parents split , it was so cliché . both parents didn’t take too long to remarry , her father found another stay-at-home wife and her mother lucked out with a lawyer ten years older than she . her step-father had two daughtes & son with whom jules hated in the beginning – it  was a lot to take in and she was used to being the only child . her father went on to have a child with his new wife two years after their marriage . it was all an immense amount of change within seven years .

              𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 for jules had been constantly changing since the news of her father’s affair , she’d spend her summers & holiday’s going back & forth between each parents in the hamptons until her father moved to calabasas to be closer to his wife’s family as soon as the baby was born . jules had always been a wild , reckless child at heart and the divorce between her parents only allowed her to push her limits even more . the two-three years her parents spent processing their divorce were her golden years -- she could not get in trouble with her parents and they never got upset with her . she took advantage of it all and abused drinking , hanging out with boys , you name it . she loved the attention she received from any male figure -- it made up for the lack of attention she was getting from her father once he got the boot .

              𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 was where jules found her safe space ; she could be her wild self , far away from home and only a five hour drive from her father that she still rarely sees . she joined a sorority , joined the exec board , was forced to join french club by her mother , all while maintaining a 4.08 gpa .

           *  ` 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 jules has always been a wild child . she’s always had a desire for attention , all eyes & attention on her , though the B I R T H of her uncontrollable desire for attention from males stemmed after her parents divorce . the lack of attention from her father allowed her to realize her dad wasn’t the only one who could spoil her & every man was basically the same . she’s not super close with either of her dads at the moment and sees her father about three times a year , two of which are holidays & every now and then the spontaneous visit from him in cali .  

          𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is a h u g e  cry baby in the sense that she hates not getting what she wants . its not on purpose most of the time , it’s the way she was raised and the nature of her parents . she’s never had to ask for anything twice & hates doing so . though she’s a huge cry baby , she will try her best to mask her actual tears . she does a good job of seeming innocent , she’s that one friend that is super sus & lies a lot & keeps secrets but somehow is so good at convincing people other wise ? she’s a huge flirt , even when she’s not doing it on purpose , it’s sort of a weird practice or habit she’s grown into ? she feels empowered in the weirdest way of owning men and being able to form their opinion of her for them , this stems from her newly founded daddy issues  it’s more so due to the fact that her relationship with her father began to diminish once he moved out . she is & has been on her “ fuck love ” rampage .

       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 do whatever she wants and will hide her bad intentions . she lives for chaos , loves enjoys pushing limits & boundaries . she loves a game of cat & mouse / teasing just knowing she has someone in her grip is what helps her sleep at night . she is a bit crazy . . .  the type to watch someone’s snap score go up . def that type to block and unblock someone 238473 timES . she has an underlying need of approval from others and she almost needs to be liked by everyone she meets .

     𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 she wants to model & be a playboy bunny BUT her dad would literally disown her if she didn’t follow her family legacy and attend stanford or yale to use her brains for good . she’s in school to be a pediatrician because at the end of the day she loves children and always wanted to seek a job in the healthcare field . she has plans to attend yale’s medical school after her senior year is complete at stanford .

i really based her off of american beauty & angela in the movie ( if you’ve seen it omg ily ) g

[coochiequeens]

Well this is an interesting turn of events

By Nuria Muíña García February 21, 2024

EDITOR’S NOTE: A previous version of this article incorrectly referred to one of the parties in this case as a “woman.” This article has been amended after new, previously-unavailable information was released clarifying that both parties in the case are in fact trans-identified males.

The Barcelona High Court has sentenced a trans-identified male to six months in prison after he was found guilty of committing a crime “against fundamental human rights and public freedoms” for posting “transphobic” comments on social media. The man, who has not been named, has also been ordered to pay a fine of 3,850 Euros (approx. $4,161 USD).

The comments were made in 2020 when the man, who will be anonymously referred to as P.O., took to social media to complain about a transgender influencer. While Spanish media did not release the influencer’s name, Reduxx has learned he is Violeta Ferrer Micó, an ex-prostitute and trans activist.

Last summer, Ferrer Micó organized and led a tour of Barcelona, called a “Trans Whoretour,” highlighting key areas where the sex industry had thrived. The tour was organized with the support of the trans theater company TiritiTrans Trans Trans Trans.

In his post, P.O. called Ferrer Micó a “prototype of a faggot with tits,” and stated “he can’t stand that I’m a woman and has a pathological dislike for me.” P.O.’s contention was that he believed he was a “real woman” because he had undergone genital surgery, while Ferrer Micó was not “genuinely” transgender because he had not.

The post reached Ferrer Micó’s work WhatsApp group and he claims that he was “outed” by them and suggested that no one had known he was transgender prior to P.O.’s remarks.

According to statements Ferrer Micó made to Newtral at the time: “From then on, I felt I had to give explanations about my gender identity. Everyone at work found out through Twitter that I never had genital surgery.”

Violeta Ferrer Micó.

Ferrer Micó reported P.O.’s post to X (formerly Twitter) and then filed a criminal complaint.

A Barcelona court ordered an “internet radicalism” task force to investigate P.O.’s social media and analyze his comment history to find further “publications that indicate animosity towards the group to which the victim belongs.” The subsequent report determined that the accused man was “not only belligerent with transgender women who are not operated, but also with the LGTBI collective.”

Their evidence included statements he had made in opposition of the Trans Law, which was legislation recently implemented in Spain to make changing an individual’s legal name and gender marker significantly easier. The investigation also found that between February and October of 2020, P.O. had posted several statements on Facebook, Instagram, and X in which he “denied transgender people without genital reassignment the gender with which they identify.”

Other messages that were found to be criminally transphobic included him stating that “there are only two sexes,” and that “transwomen are transvestites.” P.O. also said that “[the trans] community makes me feel infinite disgust.”

The court ruled that the “transphobic messages” had resulted in Ferrer Micó being “exposed” to his friend and work circle as a trans-identified male, suggesting that it had not been obvious or known before.

Spanish women’s rights advocates have cast doubt on that aspect of the case on social media, with one user, @OcheRadfem, asking “does anyone believe that they didn’t know he was a man? Are all the people he works with blind and deaf?”

When handing down the sentence, as reported in El Periódico, the court ruled that “the derogatory statements regarding gender identity … reflect the contempt [he] feels towards the group of transgender people who have not undergone genital reassignment surgery, and show, by questioning the gender (of the victim), a clear desire to inflict ridicule, and managing to generate [in the victim] feelings of humiliation to the detriment of [his] dignity.”

P.O. accepted the sentence imposed after coming to an agreement with the prosecution and declining to defend himself.

The court decided to suspend his six-month prison sentence on the condition that he pay the victim 3,850 Euros in compensation for the “emotional damages caused.” He must also take a course on equal treatment and non-discrimination. Failure to do so could lead to incarceration.

In addition, P.O. is disqualified from holding employment in any profession in the fields of teaching or sports for three and a half years.

The law firm who assisted in the man’s prosecution boasted of their victory on social media. The firm, Olympe, specializes in LGBTQ+ matters. According to their website, they identify as feminists, LGTBIQ+ and antiracists.

Speaking to Reduxx on the case, Spanish psychologist and author Carola López Moya, raised concerns about the fact that the media had previously referred to one of the parties in the case as a “woman,” stoking confusion and outrage. Moya is the author of “The Sect,” and was previously sued by trans activists who sought to have her removed from her profession for 5 years.

“This is an example of how the use of language far removed from biological reality generates confusion,” she said. “News media should have been talking about two males who self-identify as women from the beginning.”

On the case itself, Moya disregarded the argument between the two men as nonsensical.

“That a man believes that by amputating his genitals he is a woman… it is a sample of the dissociation that this doctrine fosters,” she said. “It instills in people a belief that it is possible to truly change their sex, and it is not.”

[meatclowntv]

Fallout 4 OC BIO

Desmond

Tw: Mentions Animal violence, a bit of gore, blood, mentions of bulling, mentions of abuse, Mentions of suicide,

Basic Info:

Birth Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age(Before the war): 27

Race: Caucasian Human

Sexuality: Pansexual

Religion: N/A

Appearance:

Hair: Originally Pale White due to him being albino, however sometimes(especially when he was younger) dyes his hair black to fit in with a crowd.

Skin Tone: Pale White, this is also due to him being albino...

Eye Color: Red

Scars: Has had a lot of physical scars but most of them have already healed or aren’t than notable but, he does like to stitch his neck for cosmetic reasons to I guess that could count

Height: 5’5

Weight: 119 Ibs

(Current)SPECIAL:

Strength: 4

Perception: 2

Endurance: 9

Charisma: 10

Agility: 6

Luck: 2

Top 5 Favorite Perks:

Cannibal

Big Leagues

Sneak

Intimidation

Bloody Mess

Likes:

His (dead) wife(He doesn’t just like his wife but his wife is one and probably is his favorite person in the whole world and was the only reason he lived for awhile..) Melee Weapons, Meat(sense it’s one of the only things he like to eat), Dogs, The Institute mostly because of his son.

Dislikes:

The BOS, The Railroad, Anything that tastes too sweet, Guns(He just doesn’t like using them in a fight), The Sun due to his skin being sensitive to the sun, Not feeling in control, Showing “unwanted emotions”.

Combat Style:

Style 1:

He Likes to sneak from behind while they aren’t looking and stab them with a knife(preferably the Sacrificial Blade or Pickmans Blade) while they aren’t looking

Style 2:

If Style 1 doesn’t work, he’ll attempt to kill them with absolute brute force and a knife by slicing them or bashing them in the head with a Swatter as much as they can. He doesn’t mind this option though.

Style 3:

If all else fails he’ll basically take a hit of psycho and beat the ever loving life out of the opponent in any way they can, if that means using a Fat Man, so be it. This isn’t his favorite way of fighting, but this will have to do for him.

Strengths:

Creative, Decisive, Determined, Passionate, Slow to Anger, Subtle, Skillful, Sociable

Flaws:

Extremely Private, Perfectionist, Always needs to have a cause, Can burn out easily, Somewhat sensitive, Manipulative, Cryptic, Ruthless, Slightly has a lack of emotions

Backstory:

Сhildhood:

Desmond’s Child hood was absolute hell to be completely honest with you, that’s how he viewed it at least, one overly sensitive and abusive father who always had a gun when he slept, a mother who neglected him every moment unless he was in trouble, his Older brother named Michael, who Desmond viewed as a coward, a pathetic coward that never helped him, and lastly Michael’s dog Rex. He looked so much different from the rest of his family due to him being albino and everyone else being blonde or brunette.. He was bullied somewhat but not a lot. No one really payed any attention to him and viewed him as that one kid who doesn’t like to talk, and that was the case. But he started to grow violent because of the constant neglect and abuse he’d endure when he was at home, this led to taking his violent needs out on small animals like squirrels and insects. One day however, when he was on the swing set of his elementary schools playground, crying, a girl sat next to him and asked him if he was okay. Desmond has never met such a beautiful person before. That’s when their relationship started to flourish. He found out her name was Nora, a blind girl who lived in the rich house down the street. She loved to listen to music. Desmond would alway help her if she needed any help getting around the elementary school or if she needed anything. This would continue onward and even their adult years.

Teen Years:

His Teen years we’re probably his worst yet best years of his life. Unlike his childhood years, his teen years had a lot of good in them to out way the bad parts. When he was in Middle school he was bullied quite more than in elementary school, he was beaten by his peers sometimes and locked in his very own locker, but to everyone’s surprise, he’d still keep that stupid yet creepy smile on his face even when he was bullied at school and harassed at home, this changed when his brother Michael and his “friends” (who are in high school) harassed Nora and pushed her around, but Desmond saw it all, and went to go help her as soon as he could. She told him about how they grab at her and called her horrible names that she didn’t want to say aloud, she stared to weep but Desmond held her tight and told her this wouldn’t happen again. This gave him a sickening plan... In the morning, two days after the incident, Michael woke up to see his dad was off to work as well as his mother, but Rex was no where to be found, he looked everywhere to find no trace of him, until he found his collar on the end of his bed side table, that’s when the stench began to grow from his old play toat that used to be filled toys. He hesitantly opens in, and to his absolute horror, the toat that was once filled with toys, was now filled with the rotting carcass of his beloved dog Rex.. He screamed in frightened horror and shock and that’s when Desmond walked in with that shit eating smile, Michael looked at him and the only thing that could come out of his lips we’re, “did..did you-?”. He pointed at his dog. Desmond responded with a yes and walked away. His parents soon found out and called the cops, but the cops didn’t have any evidence to point it to Desmond, this was because He already got rid of the evidence a long time ago. He got his revenge. This was, however, only one of many of his murders. In high school, Desmond started to dye his hair black to fit in with the others, this is also when Nora and him started getting in to a romantic relationship. This didn’t change the fact he still had his violent tendencies that grew in the passing days, he kept them under wrap sense he didn’t want the only person he truly cared about to leave him. He was liked at school and was some what respected by his peers for not being afraid to tell off a teacher or beat the snot some big jock who didn’t know when to shut up. He was the smartest person in the world and he would get in trouble from time to time, but besides that he was an average student to most of the teachers. In senior year he wanted to celebrate in the biggest way possible, he proposed to Nora when he was signing up to go to the military in which Nora started to cry happily as she nodded in pure excitement. They held each other for awhile. Now for his final step. He planned this for weeks, months and even years! And he finally got it set up, for the grand finale of his fathers life. It was late at night, his mother was out doing something with her gal pals, while her husband was tied to the bed by his most hated son. He successfully drugged his fathers alcohol. His father was stricken in fear, while Desmond started to laugh at him, reminding him in excruciating detail of how much he hurt Desmond, how much he suffered throughout his entire childhood and became “violent” in the process and telling him that this was all his fault he was in this position. His father yelled at him and told Desmond to shut up and to untie him before he’d kill Desmond, in turn, Desmond grabs the pistol from his dads side table in the room and shot him repeatedly in the head until he finally died. He got rid of the evidence, called the police and got the scene all set up. In the end, the police couldn’t blame Desmond for the crime, and blamed it on a drunken suicide attempt the ultimatly succeeded. His mother wept and cried saying it was all Desmond but the cops repeatedly said it couldn’t have been him. Desmond moved out shortly after to live with his future wife Nora in her house while he got ready to go join the military.

Adult Years:

In his adult years Desmond became married to Nora and a soldier in the war, while his wife was doing her job while pregnant with Shaun, his part took awhile to get done with and it got all of the violent feelings out of him, he went back home when he was aloud to and he was ecstatic to find out she was okay and Shaun was to. After Nora gave Birth two days after he felt so over joyed and cried happy tears for the first time in his life. He took really good care of them and did whatever he could to make them happy. He was finally just absolutely happy for the first time in his life with a family he can finally call his own. That all changed when the bombs fell.. He quickly grabbed Nora and Shaun and ran to the vault, not caring about anyone else but them. He couldn’t lose any of them. He just couldn’t. However they made it inside of the vault, he held Nora tightly in his arms like his life depended on it. Nora told him she was okay and told him not to worry, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere anytime soon. They soon grabbed their vault suits and headed to the cryochambers, he gave Shaun and Nora a goodbye hug and hoped that he would be able to see them soon once he was let out of his Cryo Chamber. He did, yes, but not in the way he wanted... As his Cryo Chamber thawed out, he witnessed this strange man start to take his son away, Desmond started banging on the Cryo Chamber he was stuck in, Nora struggled to let Shaun go, but in the end, the man put a bullet in her head. Desmond screamed in agony and started to punch the Cryo Chamber harder, and harder. But then he was frozen again. Once he was let out, not knowing or caring how long it’s been, he rushes to Noras Cryo Chamber and rapidly presses the button, she falls limp onto the floor. He immediately falls to the ground and hold her tightly not wanting to let go, not wanting to believe she was actually dead, the first and only person who gave him happiness who always longed for, gone, dead, he hesitantly let’s go of her, taking the ring off her finger, he kisses her goodbye and promises her he’ll find Shaun, he WILL find Shaun. He clutches the ring growing angry. Not looking back, he walks off to start his rampage across the Commonwealth, and no one will get in his way.

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

Kaze Matsuoka, regarded as The Sixth Venom, is a champion fencer and assassin living in the Nobody Territory of Ville de Rien, Beast's Castle. He lost his older brother and became a Nobody because of Terranort during his decent into madness, at the same time he lost his home of Radiant Garden(later called Hollow Bastion) to Maleficent and the Heartless. Vowing revenge against the apprentice who murdered his brother, he would later become involved in numerous incidents and conflicts regarding Organization XIII's Project; "[Project: Pere Noel]" to get close to his Nobody, Xemnas. After graduation, he later entered the Organization as their 16th Member, Zekxa the Resentful Marauder.

~Information Bio~ Name(English Translation): Kaze Matsuoka Hiragana: かぜ=まつおか Romaji: Kaze=Matsuoka Other Names: Prince Charming/Ōji-Kun(Xigbar's pet name), The Sixth Venom(Pere Noel's code name), Number XVI Zekxa(Nobody name and rank), The Resentful Marauder(Organization title).

Age: 5(Birth By Sleep), 15(KH1 to 358/2 Days), 16(358/2 Days and onward) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Asexual Race: Gardener(Asian decent) Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Violet Weapon: Rapier Element: Night Lesser Nobodies: Warrior

Occupation: Human(Formerly), Nobody/Vessel(Currently) Affiliations: Radiant Garden/Hollow Bastion(Place of birth;Formally), Ville de Rien(Formally), The World that Never Was(Currently)*The Pere Noel Project(Graduated), Organization XIII(Currently).

Alignment: Lawful Neutral Inspiration: Irina Clockworker, Nemesis Sudou, Gatt Coulomb, O-Ren Ishii, Beatrix Kiddo, Link(à la Twilight Princess), and Emi Yusa

~Kaze's Theme~ The Lonely Shepherd(Kill Bill Vol. 1 version)

~Headcanon voices~ Japanese: Nobuhiko Okamoto English: Todd Haberkorn

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~Personality and Traits~ "I don't care, once I get close to Xemnas I'll have my revenge...no matter what it takes." -Kaze expressing his desire for vengeance against Xemnas.

Kaze was a just, passionate but wrathful boy. Possessing an eye-for-an-eye mentality, Kaze was quick to take revenge when he saw fit, justifying it as righteous vengeance and holding years-long grudges. He also took any means to that end, even breaking the law, and reveled in the destruction of his enemies. Despite this, he also retained the capacity for friendships and even brotherly love, harboring a positive view of his older brother, he was devastated and furious when he learned of his murder at the hands of Xemnas' somebody "Xehanort". This also resulted in him having a dislike for golden colored eyes, becoming uncomfortable or antagonistic towards anyone with said trait.

Kaze was also a disciplined individual tempered by his sense of honor. Straight-forward and largely dependable, Kaze took action when he believed necessary and reported his failures with humility. He similarly conducted himself in a formal, orderly manner in the Père Noël project and Organization XIII, dispassionate and coldblooded in his approach to his missions and respectful of his superiors, with the founding members being the only exception. He wasn't above insubordination, however, sometimes speaking his mind or even complaining about his job, but he was quick to fall back in line under threats. Likewise, he doesn't want anyone ratting him out on his agenda towards the higher ups, thus kept most of his emotions bottled up when around the members.

Despite being a Nobody, he is shown to express some amounts of emotions such as rage and fear, he also shows some amount of arrogance with his fencing, he's also shown to have a small attraction to Xion, but knows it will never be so.

In his childhood, he was a curious and happy child who has looked up to his older brother to for guidness, even wanting to follow in his footsteps to be a Royal guard.

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Skills and Talents

As a trained fencer, Kaze had considerable speed and agility, able to dodge magic and weaponry with ease. He was similarly gifted with swordplay and was capable of effectively wielding a rapier, although he had skill with other kinds of swords besides. Kaze therefore had an expertise in assassination, able to remain hidden and undetected when hiding or sneaking up on a target. Sixth Venom was also a competent liar, though a bit over-dramatic when maintaining a facade. Thanks to Saix, he was also capable of a small amount of magic, specifically magic that can be used by Red Mages.

Aside from swordplay, Kaze is a highly capable bare-handed fighter, having been self taught, he managed to overpower other foes such as Xigbar at one point. Under the tutelage of Saix, he learned Berserk and other techniques requiring physical strength and agility. Kaze was also seen resorting to chokeholds. In combat, he is eager to attack the enemy's weak spots, demonstrating excellent reflexes and accuracy. Her fighting method before Saix was limited to his own fighting style, but later displayed quick, strong and brutal blows much more effectively. This includes a wide array of moves mutated from Jeet Kune Do.

Naturally, as a Nobody and later a Organization member, Kaze can command the lesser Nobodies and use Dark Corridors at will.

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Character Connections

Saix/First Santa Clause: Kaze's Mentor from the Pere Noel Project and later her superior, he first met him in Radiant Garden as Isa prior to becoming Nobodies, later meeting again during a fencing tourney in Yami City, Traverse Town. He remembers him from their time as Somebodies and was impressed by his skill that he was taken into the Project. Naturally, he first saw him as a serious, no-nonsense individual before becoming fearful of him because his eye color became yellow, that and he saw him go into Berserk mode. Despite being his mentor, he often wondered what happened to him and why he changed so much.

Brigitte: One of his partners for the Pere Noel Project, he first met the woman after being recruited by Saix, who is also her mentor, they're both stationed in a townhouse in Ville de Rien just to keep an eye on them. He often tells Brigitte off due to her practices, but he usually gets told that he's no better, regardless, they seem to be on good terms most of the time. Brigitte can sense a lot of negativity coming from him due to his brother's death.

???/Eighth Sniper: One of his former partners in [Project: Pere Noel] and his partner-in-crime. Though not close, he once considered her as a good friend and teammate, often going on missions together on Saix's behalf, even taking turns during assassination missions. But was concerned for her well-being when he felt that [Eighth Sniper] is suffering from her personal demons and was genuinely horrified when he learned that she committed suicide.

???/Mr. Pere Noel: His Employer from the Pere Noel Project. Like most of the members, he doesn't know what he's like or who he is, and is curious to know.

Xemnas: The 1st Member and Leader of Organization XIII, the ruler of all Nobodies, and later his boss. Prior to becoming a Nobody, he once respected him as a scientist named "Xehanort", but later grown to despise the Superior of the In-Between greatly because he was responsible for his brother's death and turning the boy into a Nobody. He spent years holding this kind of grudge, so much so that he began to seek revenge against the older Nobody, even going as far as to participate in the Project so he be recruited into the Organization and get close to him. He was also the reason why he hates his eye color. Xigbar: The 2nd and Founding Member of Organization XIII and later his partner. In a similar case with Xemnas, he greatly despises Xigbar for being associated with Xehanort for his brother's death as Braig, he would even go as far as to antagonize him before being subdued by the older Nobody. He also hates his eye color because of his actions. Xaldin: The 3rd and Founding Member of Organization XIII and later his partner. In a similar case with Xemnas and Xigbar, he greatly despises Xaldin for being associated with Xehanort for his brother's death as Dilan, he used to look up to him during their youth and felt gravely betrayed for his and the other apprentices actions. However he cannot go near the man as he's afraid his revenge would be exposed and get mutilated by the Lancer. Xion: The 14th Member of Organization and later his partner and crush. Despite not having a heart, he's developed a small crush on her, but respectfully keeps his distance due to both of them being Nobodies and her relationship with Roxas, he does however become good friends with her and defends her when Saix picks on her her. On one occasion, he does teach her the ways of fencing. Being a replica, he first saw her as a hooded puppet before seeing her as a black headed girl.

[fathomintoxconstellations]

{HANDE ERÇEL, FEMALE, SHE/HER )} have you seen AIDAN “AIDA” SCOTT around icaria? they are the 26 year old child of APHRODITE. they remind me of the faintest scent of luxury perfume, disheveled sheets and a wavering smile. They’ve been on the island for 5 years. 

Basics:

Full Name: Aidan Scott

Nickname: Aida

Parents: Easton Scott & Aphrodite

D.O.B.: October 25th

Age: 26

Profession: Owner of Relaxing Tides

Hometown: Los Angeles

Sexuality: Pansexual

Spoken Languages: English, French, Greek, Turkish and some broken Spanish

Abilities: Emotion manipulation (the ability to control and manipulate emotions); fertility manipulation (along with the ability to bring small things to life for a limited time)

BIO:

TW: Mental Illness, Alcoholism, Drugs, Violence

Aidan Scott spent her entire childhood having to live up to an idea. Her father, Easton Scott, would tell her stories about her stunning mother. The woman who could make jaws drop with a passing look. The most beautiful woman in the world who Aida apparently was a ‘spitting image of’.  Only the woman she believed was her mother, wasn’t, the free spirited woman who walked out on their family when Aida was only a child. But, Aphrodite- the goddess of love and beauty.

Easton and Hayley had been young and rushed too quickly into marriage. They barely knew each other and, after the first year into their marriage, Hayley couldn’t bring herself to stay. With his wife walking out on him, Easton quickly slipped back into a depression. He was half way through a bottle when he stumble upon a woman he couldn’t take his eyes off of. It was one night of passion and praise and, the next thing Easton knew, the goddess left a beautiful baby girl off on his doorstep and the child was constantly reminded of just how beautiful she was.

Aida loved her father and, for the most part, things were great. Better than great. When Easton was good, it was like her world was touched with light and fire. He’d tell the school she was sick so they could to the arcade or an amusement park. She’d wake up to pancakes and waffles and so much food it could feed a neighborhood; the most exorbitant and over the top breakfasts imaginable. They’d dance around in their living and laugh till the sun came up. But, it was get to be too much. He’d have so much energy that he’d keep her up for days. She’d could barely focus let alone stay awake at her desk. He’d start comparing her more and more to the woman she didn’t remember and could never live up to. He’d even have her pretend to be her mother on occasion, just before he crashed. During the lows, Easton would barely get out of bed. If she walked in five minutes late from school, he might even throw a glass at her head for worrying him too much. She loved her dad and she tried not to ever blame him for the mania or the depression. Instead, she handled what little money they had and did her best to take care of the both of them, often playing down how smart and responsible she truly was to help put her father’s mind at ease and act like any other kid without a trouble in the world.

That was until her abilities began to set in. Aida didn’t understand it, but in high school, the girl slowly started to see more and more people around her become overrun by their emotions. A cashier who she exchanged friendly words with for a few seconds, would start throwing things the next. At first she thought it was just her imagination and, yet, she couldn’t shake this feeling that she was the cause of it. She tried to bring it up with her father, but he’d just brush it off like it was nothing. When she discovered she had the ability to bring small things to life for a limited time- she hoped that was the proof she needed that something was going on with her. Maybe even was wrong with her? But, instead of having an answer, her dad signed her up for therapy. For years, she convinced herself it was all in her head. Maybe she was just crazy? Hiding her worry behind pretty smiles that didn’t quite reach the eye and a long train of partying and booze. But, finally the truth came out.

Demigods were going missing, so her dad reached out to the mother she never knew. She was beyond angry and hurt at her dad for hiding it. He had been trying to protect her, but in doing so, he made her feel lost and alone. Words were said. Bitter phrases the two would long regret. And the next thing Aida knew, she was packing up her bag, heading off to Icaria and not looking back.

Aida keeps up her carefree appearance, often losing herself to the bottle of a bottle or waking up in strangers beds. She’s a flirt decked out in designer clothes who uses her ability of emotion manipulation to be able to live the lavish lifestyle she had never been privy to growing up. She’s smart, but often chooses to feign innocent or tone down just how much so in public, pretending to be more like the mysterious goddess who is her mother than she truly thinks she is. Aida pushes down the guilt she has for how her and her dad, the closest man in her life, ended things and hides behind the pretty walls she’s built up for herself.

Wanted Connections:

Family:

Half-Siblings: Briar (super close); Max (Used to Party in Vegas before finding out they’re related) & Lyric

Brother in Law: Colton (Married to Briar)

Little Sister

Adopted Sibling

Make-Shift Siblings (taken each other under their wing or relied on each other as family)

Cousins

Relative Once Removed

Work: 

Coworkers at Relaxing Tides

Regular Customers at the Spa

People to test out different Spa Treatments on - Theo;

Friendships:

Best Male Friend

Best Female Friend

Mean Girls/Heathers Trio of Best Friends- Rue/Rye

Friends

Role Model (Someone she looks up to/strives to be like)

Dysfunctional Role Model (Someone who looks up to her/strives to be like her)

Someone who brings out the best in her

Someone who brings out the worst in her

Someone to teach her how to fight/protect herself

Workout Buddy/Sparring Partner

Partner in Crime

Friends from College - Dexter (helped him out secretly with school);

Friends from High School

Childhood Best Friend

Family Friends

Phone a Friend (the person she goes to/calls whenever she’s in trouble)

Old Roommate

Couch Surfer (Someone who used to crash on her couch from time to time)

Spider Killer (Calls them over at weird hours in the night to do odd tasks like kill a spider)

One Sided Friendship

Frenemies (Act super nice, but actually don’t get along/like each other)

Bickering Frenemies (Act like they hate each other, but really love the hell out of each other)

Frenemies who get high together- Gianna

Friends who had a falling out

Friends who grew apart

Someone who takes her under their wing

Someone who she takes under her wing

Mom Friend (Mothers the hell out of her)

Dad Friend (Fathers the hell out of her)

Someone who brings out the more serious side of her

Someone who discovers how smart she truly is

A friend who is lying to her

A friend who she is lying to

A friend who helped her out back when she was making ends meet

Toxic Friendship

Rivals

Acquaintances (Have always been aware of the other person’s existence, but for some reason have never grown close)

Stumbled upon each other in either an awkward or personal moment and now have trouble looking each other in the eyes

Wingwoman (Someone she’s a wingwoman for)

Wingman/Wingwoman for Her

Fake friend

Fake Staker (someone who she teases about stalking her, but actually enjoys their company)

Thrift Shop Buddy- Mari

Enjoys their company, but acts embarrassed to actually admit they’re friends- Caelan

Breakfast Club (Someone she met once when traveling. They opened up to each other and had a breakfast club-esque relationship for a day/weekend before they parted ways, only to see each other again now) -HJ

Drug Dealer (Someone he goes to for drugs)

Good Influence (Someone who disapproves of Aida’s choices and tries to help her)

Bad Influence (Someone who encourages her questionable choices)

Someone who helps her gain more control of her abilities

Someone who she helps gain more control of their abilities

Someone who plays pranks on her/teases her, but she pretends not to get it/find it funny

Bond over their experiences with Metal Illness- Mara

Don’t Believe in Love- Mira (bonded over how they don’t do relationships);

Serendipity (Someone who she consistently runs into again and again over the years; could be friends or acquaintances, but neither can deny, it’s weird that they keep on meeting like this)

Relationships:

Exes who ended on good terms

Exes who ended on bad terms

Exes who still hook up on occasion- Deacon

First time

Old Flame

Past one night stand

FWB- Lisa; 

EX-FWB - Noah (Before he dated Briar- never talk about the fact they hooked up);

Crush

Ex Crush turned Friend

Ex Crush turned Foe

Exes who are now friends, but don’t ever talk about the fact that they dated

Unrequited love

First boyfriend

First girlfriend

Kindergarten couple

End-game- Zoey

[stcxfe]

*✞ ·˚. (   eris + gabriel darku + cis male   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   harper rosen  ) around ? (   he  ) has been in kaos for (   two months   ). the (   twenty-two year old   ) is a (   bar tender at eleutherios   ) from (   pennsylvania, united states  ). people say they can be (  cataclysmic   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   dutiful   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   holy-red rosary beads bruising entwined fingers, running from the ghosts within you that tear you apart at the seams, crimson drips and the taste of blood in your mouth    ).  ･ﾟ✞  (  penned by chester, 23, gmt+10, they/them  ).

it’s me, ya local dumb bitch cryptid bACK AT IT AGAIN!! only instead of the sunshine that is roman, i basically just deep throated angst and catholic symbolism aesthetics and i present to you this edge lord. disclaimer: if some things aren’t how they happen in real life, suspend your belief. two major non truths i know to be in his bio, but iN THIS WORLD the catholics DO have an amish community and although the average age of ufc fighters are 36, and youngest competing as of yet seem to be 25 wE CAN WORK PAST THAT OKAY!!!!!! WE DOING THIS FOR THE AESTHETICS!!!!!!!!!

with that in mind, tw homophobia, tw religion, tw inappropriate minor/adult relationship, mentions, like grooming is best put fam, tw violence mentions

AND WITH THAT LET’S GET INTO IT

- born and raised in an amish community on the boarders of pennsylvania, usa.  - wasn’t welcome because what’s that??? chester has aNOTHER CHILD OF AN AFFAIR?? - anyway yada yada, sin, temptation, violence, Harper pays penance for his mother’s wrong doings- ect, ect. - begins to be the monster everyone calls him, and then it gets gay. is caught macking on with the pastor’s son and is exiled at 14 - like good riddance am i right? - anyway, ends up out on the streets, gets into a bit of underground fighting shush you, this is basically a ya novel where 13 year olds go to night clubs, and save the world- and you know participate in underground fighting - he kinda loves this violence, anyway one night he sees this bloke Basil in the crowd. who he’s like well golly damn, what an angel this man is. g o l d e n. and yeah Basil’s like wow look at this desperate boy with nothing to lose- yes, he’ll be good for me - and yeah, Basil takes him under his wing, gives him a home and a job and a life. only small thing, Basil’s in that crime business, and now Harper’s a bodyguard in training, but that’s okay because from moment 1 he’s like- yeah, i’d die for this dude - BASIL ALSO pulls some strings and gets his name known in the MMA circles- he practices more and starts to get higher in the ranks. - anyway by the time he’s 20 he seems to have it all, being by Basil’s side 24/7, and he’s now the youngest ever UFC competitor. which he really hates the spotlight, but it’s what Basil asked of him, so he keeps going. - ah he earns the nickname The Cherub on account of, a- being young boi, and a b- i may have skipped out but think Helena from Orphan Black scarred wings on his back. edits to come later this week - oh i hear you, this temperamental mother fucker isn’t edgy enough for you yet? yOU’RE RIGHT WE GOTTA STRIP HIM OF ALL JOY HE HAS - and thus, Basil asks him to quit fighting, and join as his business partner instead. but Harper hesitates just a little too much, and it’s taken as a no. queue a fight, and time hidden from the spotlight in Kaos. - it’s been 2 months now, he’s aggressive, and easily agitated, and not planning on moving anytime soon. and for some reason sihyun lets him work at the night club

WELL THERE’S THE TLDR; IF YOU WANNA READ HIS LIKE 1500+ WORD BIO HERE’S A LINK

WCs I’m awful at, but idk come plot with me fam!!!