#Charlotte Rocker

[s4sharkteeth]

if these kids were in a horror movie who do you think dies first?

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[vidals-harkness]

hey! Could I make a request of more agathario as users mothers? Reader goes with Agatha on the witches road and they reunite with mami Rio? And reader is young? Thanks!🤍

hola mi vida (agatha harkness, rio vidal)

summary: when mama takes you with her on the witch’s road, what can she do when you meet your mami again, after all the years of her vanishing?

fic type: fluff

pairings: agatha harkness x child!reader, rio vidal x child!reader

word count: 2.3k

It was just a normal afternoon—the air was calm, quiet, cool with the shy onset of autumn. The park was not deserted, as you sat on the swings, using a stick to trace patterns on the ground. Or rather, Wiccan symbols that the town children always saw you making (and made a point to stay away from you about).

It was only when you skipped home, sage and stick in hand, that you saw the door blown down, a random boy in the hallway all tied up, and your mother going off her rocker.

“Mama?” You questioned, confused.

“No time to talk, hon, grab that bag and let’s get in the car,” she said, pointing at your school bag on a chair.

“But mama we don’t—“ you began, confused, but she simply grabbed your bag, picked you up and whisked you away into the car. Or rather, Teen’s car.

“You trust me?” She asked, buckling you in.

You nodded, fidgeting with your stick. “Mhm,” you hummed.

She smiled and winked, linking her pinky with yours, kissing it gently. “Mama always protects you, okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“So…she’s yours?” Teen asked, pointing at you in the backseat where you sat, playing with some sort of wooden puzzle from your bag.

“No,” Agatha said, sarcastically. “I picked up a random six year old in the park cause I’m a pedophile,”

At his gobsmacked expression, she frowned, irritated, “Of course she’s mine, pet, look! Don’t you see the resemblance?”

You look at Teen through the rearview mirror and smiled angelically. Apart from maybe your facial structure you took after Rio more than her.

“Doesn’t matter, just drive,” she sighed, irritated.

The first stop was Lilia’s house, which seemed like a nice place. Except the energy felt a little too buzzed for your liking.

“Alright hon, you don’t talk unless I tell you to, okay?” Agatha said, kneeling at your level, a smile on her face. “And if Mama makes a silly voice, you don’t question it,”

You nodded, smiling at her. “Okay, mama!”

“That’s my girl,” she said, pinching your cheek gently, standing up and putting her hair in a bun before wrapping a shawl around her shoulders.

The place was as odd as its energy, with you disliking the sound of clattering beads from the bead curtain, hand holding your favourite stick (rather a crooked wand Agatha didn't use anymore).

"Welcome to the curious," said Lilia, appearing from the back room.

You looked at the lady, frowning, "You're kooky,"

"Now, now, sweetheart, we ain't rude to the nice lady," Agatha spoke in a thick Southern accent. "Good day, madam, Oh. Thank you so much for seein’ us. We are hopin’ for a miracle today,"

You looked at Agatha weirdly, confused with her accent. She never talked like this usually...did she?

"This is my boy, Beauford, and my princess Charlotte here," she smiled, pointing at you both. When Teen went to protest, she shut him up, "He doesn’t talk much. He’s got social anxiety. Their daddy recently passed, and we miss him somethin’ awful."

A long while and several witches later, you stood in Agatha's basement with the other witches, happily vibing with their rendition of the Ballad. However, just as the door made itself known, the Salem Seven crashed into the house, Teen coming downstairs in a flurry of panic to scoop you up and dash down the Road's entrance.

The first trial passed, with only one casualty--Mrs. Davis, but it left you mostly shaken up. You had never seen so many witches hallucinate single-handedly before.

The forest was quiet, the only sound being that of the shovel scraping the ground as Teen dug a grave for Mrs. Hart.

You knelt next to the dead woman, tilting your head as you peered at her, poking her with your stick gently.

“Mama?” You asked, looking at Agatha. “Mama, she feels very not-alive,”

“Yeah hon,” she smiled, side-eyeing Jen. “Because Jen didn’t give her enough antidote so she is now not-alive,”

“Are you really badmouthing me to a six year old, Agatha?” Jen deadpanned. “How petty can you be?”

“Very, apparently,” Lilia rolled her eyes.

“Kooky lady is correct,” you nodded, earning a snicker from Alice.

“I’m not kooky!” Lilia scowled at you, only to receive an angelic smile in return.

You hummed to yourself as you walked around the clearing while the adults and Teen argued.

At the mention of an incomplete coven, you tugged at Agatha’s sleeve, asking softly, “Mrs. Hart wasn’t a witch, so if this is the Witch’s Road, can’t you call for a green witch?”

“Yes, thank you, little one!” Teen said, pointing at you. “How does a six year old have more brains than you all combined?”

“People have told me I’m something called ‘insightful’,” you shrugged.

“More like irritating,” Lilia scowled, looking at you.

“She isn’t the one bickering like a bunch of old ladies, is she?” Agatha shrugged. “Now come on, we have a spell to cast. Vamonos,”

You skipped after her, excitedly, helping her map out the person shape on the ground with your stick.

“Am I helping nice, mama?” You asked her, grinning proudly.

She nodded, fixing the outline, kneeling at the border of it. “Oh absolutely, sweet girl. The most helpful out of all these idiots,”

You smiled angelically, making her mutter, “You sure as hell didn’t get that smile from me, that’s for sure,”

As the witches gathered to start their spell, you stood with them—young magic was the most effective, honestly.

“May she be strong and wise, and the best at her craft,” said Lilia, placing down a crystal.

“May she be smart and not annoying,” said Agatha, placing another thing down, adding, “And also, not super political,”

“May she be pleasant looking,” said Jen, wrinkling her nose.

“Can she bring some Advil?” Alice sighed, placing her crystal down.

“Can she annoy the kooky lady?” You asked as Agatha tapped your shoulder to put your offering down. “May she be…fun,”

“I’m not kooky!” Lilia snapped at you.

“Are too!” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Y/n, for the love of god just behave,” Agatha sighed. “I can’t deal with this right now,”

“Now what?” Teen interjected.

“Now we wait,” said Lilia. “True witchcraft takes time. The spell must marinate, gestate—“

She was interrupted by a hand sticking out of the mud behind you all, causing a scream to erupt from everyone.

Agatha shoved you back, arms out protectively as you giggled excitedly at the sight.

“Agatha, what did you do?!” Jen exclaimed.

“What do you mean, what did I do? This was very clearly a group effort!” She protested.

“It’s so silly!” You squealed, laughing at the cracking noises the witch’s bones made as she emerged from the ground.

“Your kid is a psycho like you!” Jen said, judging you as you laughed like this was a particularly funny episode of Bluey.

“She’s got character!” Agatha retorted sharply.

“Oh, my God, did we turn Mrs. Hart into a zombie?” Teen exclaimed.

“What spell did we cast?” Alice cried out.

Panicked and looking into Teen’s spell book. “Why is the print so small?” She wailed.

The witch righted herself, and you peeked from behind Agatha, intrigued and suddenly elated to see who it was.

Mami.

“MAMI!” You squealed, about to run to Rio, happy beyond belief.

“Heard you guys were having a party?” Rio gasped. She looked over at you, winking, “Hola nena,”

“How did you…” Agatha breathed, horrified, keeping you back despite your indignant squirming.

“I was in the neighborhood,” she gasped, opening her palm to reveal a flower. “Surprise. My lady,”

Agatha snatched the flower, screamed, and tried to attack her, but everyone held her back, Jen and Alice keeping her in check.

“We just summoned her!”

“We need her,”

As Agatha stormed off, Teen followed. You didn’t care about her little temper tantrum. It wasn’t the first you’d seen her have.

You were more concerned about Rio.

She was your Mami, the one who would play pranks on Agatha with you, the one who could calm you down in even the worst meltdowns, the one who accompanied you to the park every time the bullying got bad. Your Mami.

You hugged her tightly. She smelt the same, she felt the same. She was soft, she was the comforting kind of cold. She smelt like earth and old books and cinnamon, a scent so familiar that it made you bury your face into her robe to simply take in her scent.

“Nena,” she laughed. “You got so big,”

“I’m six, mami!” You gave her a broad grin, looking up at her.

“I guess we know now where the psycho comes from,” Jen muttered.

“Hey, what’s up, I’m Rio,” she said, nodding at them, still holding you close.

The three gave her a quiet, somewhat terrified and awkward greeting, before she gave them a cheeky grin and went after Agatha.

“So what do you think, can we trust her?” Alice asked.

“Agatha hates her, I’d say that goes in the ‘pro’ column,” Lilia shrugged.

“I mean…the kid thinks she’s legit,” Alice noted.

“The kid’s as psycho as she is,” Lilia scoffed. “Like calls to like and all that,”

“You’re just salty cause she calls you kooky,” Alice grinned.

“I’m not!”

Meanwhile, you walked with Rio, playing with her fingers gently as you talked her ears off.

The conversation eventually took a serious turn as you both paused and waited for the others.

“Mami,” you said, kicking a stone as you walked with her. “Mami, why did you leave me and go? Did I do something? Did mama? Did Nicky?”

Rio sighed. She knew this question was inevitable. She couldn’t avoid it, she knew that.

She stopped and knelt to your height, holding your arms in a gentle grip, making the others pause in their tracks.

Her voice was so soft, so gentle. “Mira, mi amor,” she said softly. “Sometimes…things happen which can’t be fixed unless one person removes themselves from the equation. It was not yours or Nicky’s fault, alright?”

She sensed your apprehension. An apprehension that broke her heart because she didn’t want to leave. She had to. She had no choice.

“Is it a grown up thing?” You whispered, voice barely audible.

“It is, nena,” she nodded. “But you’re still a little girl, you’re small. You won’t understand even if I explained it simply. I want you, my smart, sweet girl, to know that mami going away was not your fault,”

She thought before adding, “I am sorry for leaving, though. Mi vida, lo siento,”

It made you feel better, indeed. “It’s okay, Mami,” you smiled. “I’m happy you’re with me now,”

She grinned and scooped you up, putting you in her shoulders deftly, making you squeal with happiness. There she was, fun Mami. Your Mami.

“Come on now, let’s make some trouble,” she grinned up at you, winking. “Mami’s not going anywhere anytime soon,”

“What if I get hurt?” You asked quietly.

“Then mami’s always here to protect you,” she grinned, squeezing your hand gently.

You nodded, trusting her words.

The Road was long and it was hard.

But maybe things wouldn’t be too bad.

Mami and Mama protected you. Always.

hi hi my bao buns! i hope you enjoyed it! it was quite long, i must say, haha. do request more and i’m working on the rest currently!

[holderofdoves]

Adam Morningstar

Meet one of Hell’s first arrivals, Adam Morningstar!

Inspiration struck with the simple question; “what if Adam had gone with Lucifer instead of Lilith?” And first on the chopping block for this AU of course would have to be Adam himself. A bigshot in Hell, the king inspired people with his music to build and rebel against the angelic genocide when possible. Husband of Lucifer and father of Charlotte Morningstar, the rocker is a goofball with a knack for jokes that land him in trouble. He likes to mock Heaven every chance he gets with a huge middle finger, between sporting golds and purples, his crown being modeled after a halo with the very fruit Lucifer gifted to humanity, and his battle axe sporting an exorcist design at the blade. He’s lived in the Pride ring for several millennium for a reason- guitar solo, fuck yeah!

[abardnamedreginald]

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[dickggansey]

List 10 songs with 10 names in the titles that I like, and then tag 10 people.

thanks for the tag @milaghoul i love these!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Helena - My Chemical Romance

Angie - The Rolling Stones

Charlotte Sometimes - The Cure

Sheena Is a Punk Rocker - The Ramones

Judy Is a Punk - The Ramones

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Riv Phoen/Kurt Cob - Slobrina

Fernando - ABBA

Homero - Viejas Locas

A Letter To Elise - The Cure

im tagging: @skweeez @sailermoon @manaosdeuwu @mantecol @sambuchito @sakhafa @themeoflauramp3 @ronanlynchbf @butchdeclan @miseria-fortes-viros (no pressure tho!!!!)

[darkurgetrash]

Help! I’m the Main Character!

Read series on AO3 | #HITMC

“They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.”

When Lo found herself suddenly teleported into the world of her favourite game, Baldur’s Gate 3, it seemed that the only solution would be to follow the story she knew so well. / However, with every attempt made to follow canon, Lo finds herself only derailing the game even further. It certainly doesn’t help matters either that Rolan, the Wizard tiefling she’d not bothered to talk to in her playthrough, seems entirely set on thwarting her every decision. / Needless to say… this adventure certainly isn’t giving the ‘main-character energy’ Lo had hoped for.

Rated: E

Read for: romantic comedy, sort-of enemies-to-lovers, chaos incarnated, romantic slow burn, eventual smut

First chapter under the cut.

Chapter One: What is this? An Isekai?

Wordcount: 2324

Lo was no stranger to lucid dreaming, especially when it came to ones about her newest hyperfixations, yet this one felt even more vivid than usual.

Normally, whenever her one-track mind plummeted her into the universe of her current favourite game, ‘Baldur's Gate 3’, it at least had enough decency to make her ‘Tav’ — Strong, magical, athletic… blessed with impossibly voluminous and shiny hair as if Withers was her own personal stylist. Oh, and tits that didn’t bow to the laws of gravity.

But tonight, her brain obviously had… different ideas. Tonight, it had thrust her right at the beginning, straight onto the crashing Nautiloid, but as herself, no less; Not as a seven-foot baddie tiefling with bright pink skin and a mysterious glint in her eye, but as basic bitch, paler than a ghost Charlotte Polly Berry, with weak joints and low muscle mass, a resting heart-rate of 91 BPM, and chronic back pain.

…And she was low-key here for it.

With a big yawn, Lo clambered out of her smashed mind-flayer pod like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon — albeit, a little bit fatigued — and opened her senses to the world around her.

A rancid stench filled the air, so revolting and putrid that she gagged, and even the taste of bile rising in her throat felt incredibly realistic. Shit, even as her shoeless feet squelched across the ridged, gore-filled floor, she couldn’t help but feel proud of the power of her mind. If only she could have that much mental power in daily life, she’d have already girlbossed her way into a pay rise without even breaking a sweat.

Though, as she looked down at herself, she found herself again wishing it had been a bit more creative than to mould her in the same pyjamas she wore that night: an old t-shirt with a faded Hello Kitty on the front, grey sweatpants, stripy socks, and an oversized hot-pink teddy-bear cardigan.

Couldn’t it at least have conjured her some badass armour? Or given her elf ears? Aasimar wings? She jumped in the air experimentally, wondering if she might start flying, yet gravity pulled her heavily back down with an unceremonious thunk.

Ugh. Not that lucid, then.

With a huff, she ran her fingers through the length of her messy ponytail, the grease unmistakable. If that was the case, she thought, then she probably also… mm, yep. She still had star-shaped blemish stickers dotting her face too.

She couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how ridiculously she stood out against the Nautiloid. At least where that was concerned, her brain had conjured every detail to perfection, from the bubbling acid pool in the centre of the room to the dead mind flayer sprawled on the ground, and even the scorching heat radiating from the flames pouring through the cracks in the floor.

She wondered if plunging her hand into the acid would hurt, considering how realistic it all felt, though decided that she didn’t want to risk it. It might wake her up, and she rather enjoyed the idea of exploring the Nautiloid in such a lucid state, even as uncomfortable and high-key over-stimulating as it all was. Besides, she had to physically go back to the office the next day, and anything felt preferable to that — even an icky alien ship plummeting through literal hell. Actually, come to think of it, even that didn’t seem all that different to the London Underground’s Central Line at rush hour.

The more she thought about the ship as an extension of her subconscious’ feelings about London, the more it all made sense. Take the dead mind flayer, for example… Was it really all that different to a seafood vendor with hanging squids in its window?… if those squids were around seven feet tall and dressed in purple armour?

Uh-huh, she thought not!

With the illithid body calling to her — the loot goblin that she was — she walked towards it and knelt down, grinning at how detailed it was as she rifled through its armour, picking up the onyx that she remembered was there. It glistened with reflections of the surrounding flames as she held it up, twirling it this way and that.

Impressive, she thought. Like playing the game on real world graphics.

“…Poggers.” She ironically chuckled aloud to herself, slipping the gem into the pocket of her sweatpants before running a finger over the mind flayer’s brow. Mm. Slimy.

Well, she thought, striding confidently forwards. If her mind was insistent on being so vivid, she planned to take full advantage! Starting, of course, with venturing across the ship and meeting the first two companions of the game. What would they think of her? Would it just be the same reaction as they’d had to her Tav, or would her dream allow her to… spice things up a bit?

Yet, as she reached where her favourite green goblin’s cutscene usually triggered… nothing happened. She frowned, looking around expectantly, but it seemed to be that her would-be ambusher had failed to load.

“Wow, thanks brain,” she sighed, folding her arms. “Why have a hot githyanki girlfriend when I could just revel in alien juices—”

The ship violently shook and Lo suddenly fell to her knees, grimacing as she felt the sting of where the jagged floor cut her, a red patch quickly spreading across the knee of her trackies.

“Ow, Jesus Christ!—” she swore, sitting back and rolling up the legs of her sweats, eyes widening at the sight of blood beginning to gush from her kneecap.

So her subconscious mind had decided to remember her anaemia too?!

It hurt. Like, really hurt! Though, she supposed it made sense. If things were going to be realistic, it was only right that she’d have injured herself falling over in this universe. She’d always joked that any self-insert into the game wouldn’t have made it out of the tutorial, after all. Either that, or she’d have been part of the goblin camp. Or a dog.

Then, just as suddenly as before, the ship convulsed again, and her surroundings changed in an instant — No longer the stormy red fires of Avernus, but now the starry skies of Faerûn, and the ship was plummeting; crashing!

Her heart raced, pounding inside of her like a jackhammer, the threat of imminent death suddenly all too real, and she’d had enough, she wanted to wake up!

“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” She urged herself, shaking her head, just before her body involuntarily lurched forward, the floor disappearing beneath her, and she was falling, fast — the air wrapping around her so violently that she couldn’t even scream, could barely even breathe! It all felt so real, so horribly real, yet it was impossible, wasn’t it? She didn’t believe in magic, didn’t know if she believed in alternative universes, and she didn’t even like those stupid shows and films like ‘Sword Art Online’, ‘The Wizard of Oz’, or ‘Alice in Wonderland’. Christ, even that BBC TV series from the 2000’s about the woman who swapped places with Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice was only worth being considered a guilty pleasure…

A sharp pain suddenly erupted in the side of her head, her vision darkening as debris fell all around her…

And then all was black.

── *(¬_¬)* ──

“Hells, are you alright?!”

Ugh… five more minutes…

“Leave her, Lia. She’s a lost cause.”

“Oh shut up and use your eyes — look, her chest is moving.”

“Zurgan! We don’t have time for this! Cal is waiting for us.”

I don’t want to work today. Or any day… Can’t I just sleep?…

“Give me a healing potion.”

“I am not wasting a precious resource on some human we don’t even know, especially not one who is clearly mentally disturbed — look at what she’s wearing—”

“Now, Rolan!”

Christ on a bike. Who is shouting outside?! Honestly, some people have no respect, it’s too early. Wait, is it bin day? Ah crap, but she’d forgotten to take the recycling out…

“You’re insufferable.”

In the next moment, a boiling sensation suddenly filled Lo’s stomach, a thick syrup-like liquid pouring down her throat. Then, with a gasp, she opened her eyes.

“The fuck?—” She exclaimed, as a horrible and tight tingle reverberated through her body like the flu jab on steroids. Above her, orange glowing eyes against black sclera investigated her face, and she recognised them — a tiefling, one of the refugees in the Grove…

“Don’t move,” the tiefling instructed, moving her finger across her face so that Lo’s eyes followed it. She had a throbbing pain in her head, aches all over her body like she’d been in the centre of a mosh pit. Mothertrucker dude, it hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

“What’s going on….” She murmured, clarity beginning to settle over her and, with it, a panicked recollection. She’d been falling from the Nautiloid, but it had been a dream, a nightmare — was she still asleep? But there was no way; birds chirped too loudly, the pain of her body too present, the air all too cold…

“She’s alright,” the tiefling said, standing up and offering a hand out. Behind her, another tiefling stood with a sour face and folded arms — that tall one… he was her brother, wasn’t he? Yes, that was right. They were the siblings she had advised to leave the Grove and head to Baldur’s Gate… What were their names, again?

“Honestly,” he said, his voice a low lisp. “We’ll never make it to Baldur’s Gate if you insist on helping every wounded person we come across.”

He glared at Lo, his yellow eyes boring into her with obvious irritation.

“You owe me a healing potion.”

“I owe you what?!” Lo spat, sitting up so quickly that she felt dizzy, her hand raising to her head to steady herself, and — shit, it was bloody… And her clothes were bloody. And her body groaned with ache. And she felt tired, really bloody tired. And…

Oh… oh no…

“Don’t be an idiot, Rolan. She’s obviously just been through something horrible, we have to help her back to the Grove! The Druids will know what to do.”

This… was real.

“Oh yes, because the Druid’s have been so helpful and welcoming—”

“OK, NOBODY PANIC!” Lo blurted, harshly taking the sister’s hand and stumbling to her feet. Her joints creaked, her muscles throbbed, and her heart pounded inside of her chest like the worst drum and bass song she’d ever heard. But, then again, a five-minute walk on the treadmill usually yielded the same results. She needed to chill, just… just gooo with the flooow…

“Druids, right, yes, the druids,” she said, hitting her fist against her palm as began pacing. “That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to … to…”

Shit. If this was like the game, Halsin wouldn’t be there, and it’s probably not like he would have been able to help anyway. And, oh yes, another matter! If this all was for real real, where were her companions? They needed her. Or… that is, they needed Tav. Was Tav in the game?! Was she Tav?! Did she have a tadpole inside of her brain?!

Her mind was reeling, trying to come up with some semblance of a plan or explanation, but it failed at every hurdle. She could feel the tiefling’s eyes on her, and she knew she had to act cool or risk being stabbed, probably.

Yeah… It would be fiiineee. She knew what to do, she knew how to progress! She just needed to take things one step at a time…

“Hey…” the sister said, softly. She tentatively reached out, placing her hand on Lo’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll take you to a proper healer.”

“Ahaha, bet, a healer. I’m sure that will definitely help, I’m sure she won’t try to poison me or anything sus like that.” Lo babbled, taking an unsteady step forward past the tieflings, ready to move toward the Grove when she realised…

Real life doesn’t have a mini map.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the siblings, forcing a friendly and most definitely trustworthy smile. They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.

“Lead the way, then…” she said, readjusting her ponytail, trying not to think of the gore and viscera that probably stained her light brown hair, the fact that she was a gremlin girl with no survival skills thrust into the most dangerous world she could imagine, or the fact that Faerûn lacked modern plumbing.

“Of— of course!” The sister mumbled, glancing at her brother almost apologetically, though definitely with some slight amusement. “I’m Lia, by the way, and this is Rolan.”

“Lo,” she said, her voice forcefully bright. “I like naps, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain.”

“Oh, ha, cool…” Lia replied, her amusement definitely growing in fervour. “I like cheese, hitting things with my sword, and not dying.”

“Zurgan—” Rolan snarled exasperatedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He groaned even further as he walked past the giggling women, granting them a wide berth as if they carried the plague.

“Don’t encourage the lunatic!” He grumbled, just as Lia caught up to his side, Lo following behind. “You do realise, I hope, that we now have an insane person under our responsibility? All because you wanted to play the hero.”

“Better than playing the arsehole, you should try it some time.” His sister smirked back.

“You know just as well as I do that she’d probably have been better off dead.”

As Lo grew pink, her breath ragged as she struggled to keep pace… she couldn’t help but slightly agree.

Oh well, she shrugged.

It is what it is…

[deimosbreakfrost]

um...... chase e zee punk rockers...ummm

Anyways, eu desenhei eles assim porque eu tô no tédio 🗣🗣🗣

A roupa do zee foi inspirado na moda punk mais "antiga" (Não sei como dizer🫂😭) tipo ele tá na década dos The clash e ramones e tals, e um pouco de nofx 🗣 A boina dele foi inspirada na do Patrick do fob, os broches dele foram inspirados nos broches do billie na era ¡Uno...Dos...Tre! (MUITA REFERÊNCIA MEUDEUS)

Já o chase tá nos 90's, eu me inspirei no green day na era Nimrod, The Offspring, Blink-182 e Good Charlotte 🫂 não tem muita coisa pra falar da roupa dele... DESCULPA CHASE..

eh isso.. talvez eu faça o ripper também num sei,,,

MANO NEM EN TSI EU BOTEI TANTA REFERÊNCIA ASSIM 😨

TA UMMM

Eu amei😭😭

FAZ O RIPPER PFV😭😭😭

[anteroom-of-death]

Spin in the City, a prolog.

Summary: What happens when the Queen of PR meets the (former) King of Spin?

a/n: I live for me and my brain only. Welcome to it. Yay. Idk. Multipart series. Yay.

Samantha Jones never found herself afraid of rebranding. Of course not. She’d done it at least a few dozen times over the years, companies and celebrities constantly needed a good reworking. Times and tastes changed constantly. To think you couldn’t update your looks and manifestos and statements? Insane.

Although, never for herself.

Alas, here she stood in her new flat in Mayfair, her mother’s home neighborhood, sixty-fucking-three, and fabulous.

And utterly alone.

Carrie shafted her and the rest of her so-called friends followed suit. Even sweet Charlotte had no chance but to fall in line. No amount of calls from Rock begging her on how to come out or apologetic emails from Charlotte could mend the wounds in her heart.

Decades, damn near most of her life, was spent being loyal and holding these women’s best interests against her better judgment. And this is how they all betrayed her? She was their “yes” man and constantly their shoulder to cry on and place to fall after they’d mangled themselves up over another man or some other poor choice.

She thanked whatever deity was out there that an old friend from her master’s program at the University of Westminster reaching out for a nostalgia-fueled chat on Instagram. After a few months, they decided to merge their firms and she would relocate to London.

Her heart felt as cavernous and echoing as the space she had to call her home now.

Well, fuck them!

She had to restart. Rebrand. A new Samantha Jones in the old world…

****

She knew spin better than anyone. Or she thought she did. She also didn’t know if this was some joke.

She’d posted the advertisement for a press secretary only an hour ago.

The email from the recruitment service let off a ping in her inbox.

Some man named Malcolm Tucker was simply falling over that a an opportunity. Why did that name sound hauntingly familiar?

Famous even…

She googled.

Instant regret, yet instant curiosity.

Why would a man branded by every news organization as violent and heinous to the point of jail time for his practices of leaking and corruption be so eagerly awaiting a simple press secretary job? Especially someone at his age?

She looked over his CV. Such a jolt from journalist to low-ranking civil servant to the Director of Communications for the entire fucking British government….

The address was a cute little cottage near the waters in rural Scotland.

What was his plan? And why was she suddenly very keen to hear them? Or at least see him with her own to eyes…

Was the Chief Medical Officer of Spin doing some scheme?

What was he spinning?

She had to have him in her office as soon as possible.

It was sexy, if she thought about it. Someone as high-ranking once as he, scrounging around for the first little job in his field. Disgraced and having to start as far as he was willing to go in dignity to restart. Very sexy. No one, no allies in government, especially these days, no use to use anyone in the journalism world either. All he had left was to crawl into corporate PR and hope for some power to come to him once more.

And here he was, practically on bended knee lapping up the chance to contact to her.

Poor little man.

She almost felt pity for him as she scrolled through the Wikipedia page for the Goolding Inquiry and the subsequent trial of one Mr. Tucker.

She clicked the link to his meager Wikipedia page. It seemed he was a punk rocker in his teens too. The band had only one other famous (or infamous in Malcolm’s case…) was that one late-night talk show host. She’d sent a few clients she represented onto his show a few times in the past. Smith even went on twice!

One sentence caught her eye, ‘after his release, Tucker slipped out of the public eye and his whereabouts remain unknown.’

Unknown until now.

Perhaps, he was just spinning out of control…

Sufficiently intrigued, she arranged the interview.

[hexereius]

» Aurora "Rory" Morningstar id pack «

Names:

Aura, Auria, Aubrey, Avery, Asher, Ava, Arias, Amelia, Abigail, Athena, Ariel --- Cory / Corey, Cora, Charlotte / Charlette, Charlie / Charley, Carlotta / Carlota

Dawn, Dahlia / Dalia, Dorian / Dorien --- Felicity, Felicia, Feather --- Herper, Hallie, Hazel, Hybrid

Ivy, Isabel / Isabelle, Isabela / Isabella --- Kori, Kyrie, Karlotte, Kitti / Kitty / Kittie, Katie / Katy --- Luna, Lottie, Lotte, Lola, Lotta, Layla

Maeve, Mia, Merida, Miranda --- Nora, Nory / Nori --- Parker, Penelope, Paisley

Quinn --- Rowan, Riley / Rylie / Rylee, Ronnie, Renée, Rosie, River, Reece / Reese, Romilly, Rhys

Scarlet / Scarlett / Skarlet --- Tori --- Violet --- Wren, Willow

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself

Ai / aure / aury / aurorine (aurine) / auroraself

Hi / he / holy / holine / holyself

Pi / punke / punky / punkine / punkself

Ri / rocke / rocky / rockine / rockself

Ri / rore / rory / rorine / roryself

Wi / winge / wingy / wingine / wingself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Aou / Aur / aurs / aurself

Ho / holier / holiers / holierself

Po / punker / punkers / punkerself

Ro / rocker / rockers / rockerself

Ro / rore / rores / rorself

Wo / winger / wingers / wingerself

3rn p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Aur / rora, Aur / ora, auro / ra, au / rora, aurora / Aurora's, aurora / Rory

Ho / holy, holy / holys, holy / being, half / human, hybrid / hybrids

Pu / punk, punk / punks, punk / rock, punk / rocker

Ro / rock, ro / ck, rock / rocks, rock / roll, rock / star

Ro / ry, ro / Rory, ror / ry, Rory / Rory's

Wi / ng, wi / wing, wing / wings

Titles:

The child of Lucifer, the half human, with winged human, the holy human

(prn) who is punk rock, (prn) who has red wings, (prn) who has sharp feathers

Coinings:

AgerePunk - Anarchogender - APAB --- ButchPunk --- ContraPunk

Dragonfruit --- FauxAngelic

HeresyPunk --- Intersex Lesboy

ParaPunk - Punk Rankesque - PunkCreation

SlasherBun --- TrenderPunk - TransAngel

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Charles sat in the living room floor, as he often did, papers strewn out before him. He was obviously writing. Charlotte was still at school. They’d have to pick her up a bit later, and their newest addition Lorelei was fast asleep in her rocker next to him, his foot rocking it back and forth. Clearly, he was a multitasking daddy.

As soon as Flint entered the room, he looked up. “ I wanna include our babies on this next album. “ He strummed. “ And you. “

James had only stepped into the living room when he saw the mess of papers strewn about, with the one likely responsible for it sitting in the middle of them, his eyes focused on whatever he was writing while his foot gently rocked their youngest back and forth in the rocker, fast asleep. It was quite the adorable and endearing sight, but also amusing because of the mess that looked similar to some that Charlotte, herself, has made. But before he could say anything about it, Charles spoke first and James’s brow quirked.

But first… “Didn’t realize we had three messy children living here,” he teased with a smirk. “It’s quite obvious where Charlotte gets her mess making from.” He chuckles, making his way over to the both of them, leaning down to press a kiss to Lorelei’s forehead and then turning to Charles. He was a bit too low to the ground for James to reach. “As in album of songs dedicated to our children, you mean.” The idea made him smile and warmed his heart. “Is that what you’re writing? Lyrics?” He knelt down beside him to have a closer look and also greeted him with a kiss to his cheek. @fornassau

[s4sharkteeth]

SLASHED - day three, the bad girl

Flirtatious, sexy, and catty to a fault. Usually stuck up. They mean well, but ultimately cares only for themselves.

Last seen in Mt Komorebi after somehow being summoned by a ouija board, Charlotte Rocker was the first to be accused of being THE KILLER, and was proven innocent after she was found dead herself

[lindyloosims]

Chapter One, Part Two:

This recent behaviour of his puzzled Dex just as much as it did Ash, he had no clue why he hadn't gone down there and offered to help. He had no idea why he chose to stay out of sight and watch the clumsy girl who tripped over the old saggy box and landed on top of it, spilling it's contents all over the lobby. What he did know was that after they'd got all their things inside the flat, Dexter was inspired to play his keyboard and write a new song...something he hadn't done since he broke up with Rosalie!

With all of their bags and boxes inside, the girls took a moving in photo of each other and intended to hang it on the wall as a reminder that they started happy and must continue to be exactly that no matter what happened...happy!

When the doorbell rang for the first time, Roxy frowned and stifled a yawn, "Nope, not going! It's all yours Miss 'I want to be a super duper uber chef girly!'"

"Gee thanks FRIEND!" Lainie laughed and went to answer the door...

...stood outside was a young woman around their age. She had brown hair with blonde streaks and her outfit was...loud was the only way Lainie could describe it. When she spoke, Lainie knew she was a bit eccentric, "Hi there new person! I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Kennedy! I live over there up on the landing with all the plants and the cats that use the elevator! I came to say...well...hello!"

"Hi, I'm Lainie! Nice to meet you!"

"Welcome to the building Lainie! Is that short for Elaine?"

"No, it's not it's...!" Charlotte cut her off, not even waiting to find out what it was short for,

"Oh, strange ha! What's in a name except letters and funny pronunciations!" She chuckled to herself.

Lainie found this girl, Charlotte, odd to say the least! She was very colourful and extremely pretty but totally off her rocker! "Have you met the boys from number twelve yet?" she raised an eyebrow at Lainie and stared intently at her.

"N-no I haven't, not yet!" 

"Well a word of warning, they are very noisy boys! They're in a band together and they practice a lot! I'm next door in number 11 and I hear EVERYTHING! Mrs Ubercutes has a terrible time trying to sleep! She's my older cat!"

"Oh!"

"So if there's anything you need, just come on up the stairs over there and give me a knock. I work at the cat shelter down the road three days a week but apart from that I'm always in!"

"Thanks, it was really nice to meet you Charlotte." As Charlotte smiled vacantly at Lainie she tried to go back into the flat and batter Roxy for hiding inside and leaving her alone. But part of her found Charlotte Kennedy to be a sweetheart who only wanted a friend. She got the impression that she only had her cats to talk to, which was sad as she was so kind and caring! "I'll stop by and see you some time, me and Roxy!"

"Oh, I never get visitors, it would be really lovely! We can have tea and biscuits and talk about the weather! How wonderful!" Yes this poor cat lady was just lonely, what harm could it do to visit her now and again?

Since spotting the cute clumsy girl an hour before, Dexter's creative juices were flowing! Not only had he penned a song, he had also begun to sketch a picture of something other than a piece of fruit! Ash came breezing into the flat as Dex continued to draw and Drew was dozing on the couch, he slept a lot. "Hey hey boys! We're going out!" Ash announced and kicked the side of the couch to wake Drew.

"Andrew???"

"He's asleep Ashton?" Dex's voice came from behind the kitchen unit.

"You don't say Sherlock!" Ash replied sarcastically, "DREW WAKE UP!!!"

Drew was not too pleased to be disturbed, "What the hey elder Maloney!"

"We're going to go and say hi to the new girls downstairs!"

"Are we now? For why oh fearless leadless?" Drew yawned and smirked at Ash.

"Because Dexter has a crush on one of the girls and it'll be fun!"

Drew instantly stood up and said "I'm in!"

"I'm not going! You can't make me!" Dexter pouted and whined like a four year old.

"If you don't then Drew here will tell them all about you...HIS version!"

"Hehe ohhhh yeah!" Drew laughed and Dex got up rather swiftly from the floor...

"I will observe from the landing!"

"What is wrong with you? You and our bannister are getting pretty friendly lately!" Ash gave his usually flirty and confident younger brother a puzzled look.

"I don't think this is very funny dear brother!" Dex continued to pout and refused to look at either Ash or Drew.

"Aw Dex! You just turn on your charm and she'll be putty in your hands like all the others! This is just what you need to get over Rowena!"

"Rosalie!"

"Whatever, come on!"

"They're probably out!" Dex tried to reverse back up the stairs but his brother grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"We just have to be polite and introduce ourselves! Simple as that!"

"I have stuff to do!" Dex once again tried to go back upstairs...

"Seriously what IS wrong with you Dexter??? Drew! Go ring the bell!"

"Why me?" Drew sighed and gave Ash a dirty look.

"Fine, I'll go ring the bell then!" Ash muttered and headed for the girls' door.

As the doorbell rang for a second time that day, Lainie wasn't letting Roxy away with it this time, "Okay we both go Brownie's honour?"

"Brownie's honour! Wait! That's a peace sign!" Roxy chuckled and gave Lainie a mocked disapproving look.

"So? Let's go torment the neighbours!" Lainie replied with a bigger laugh.

The noisy boys! That's what came to Lainie's mind when she saw the three tattooed males standing outside her door. Roxy mumbled her approval in the shape of "Hubba hubba!" as Lainie elbowed her to be quiet.

The one in the middle spoke first, rather nervously, like he hadn't spoken to a woman in a while bless him. "Hi! I'm Ashton Maloney, this is Andrew Mitchell..." he gestured to his right hand side, and then to his left...

"And this...is my brother Dexter!" the young man on his left was looking straight at Lainie, when she caught his eye he looked away blushing. He seemed rather bashful, and ever so cute!

"I'm Lainie Robertson and this is my best friend Roxy Harmon."

"It's nice to meet you girls, isn't it Dexter???" Ash gritted his teeth and nodded his head towards Lainie as the shy one, Dexter, shuffled forward...

"Hello!" Lainie said softly and smiled.

"H-hi!" he managed to reply.

Dexter could hardly find the words, his mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. He felt hot all over and his legs were turning to jelly where he stood...

...Lainie was mesmerised by him, he wasn't her type but she was under his spell. She didn't go for pretty boys, and he was ever so pretty for a boy! Despite the facial hair and the tattoos, he was a beautiful looking man!

Time stood almost still, every move and sound they made happened in slow motion. His hand reaching out and hers responding...

...so slowly and shakily, funny...he didn't seem the type to be shy and lost for words...

...he tried to speak, his eyes fixed on hers, but nothing came out. He had the most bewitching blue eyes, not like hers, they were almost turquoise! So bright and full of passion and creativity... 

...Dexter was transfixed! She had the cutest freckles and the most adorable nose! Their hands were inches apart but taking an age to actually...

...touch! As he felt her fingers entwine in his, it felt like his heart had stopped! And he would never be the same again!!!

End of Chapter Two.

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[oplishin]

hey, I’m really enjoying your charlotte flair/becky lynch fics! I don’t know a lot about them though and I haven’t seen any primers or descriptions of their whole deal or things like that that I’ve seen for other feuds/pairings. I’m not asking you to make one, that would be a huge amount of work, but I’m curious about your favorite charlynch moments!

hi anon! :D lucky for you i love rambling.

charlynch guide

kind of a timeline w/ a lot of rambling discussion of moments i like. i'm sure i left out a bunch of things because this is a NINE YEAR long feud + some more nxt stuff on top of that. if anyone has corrections/ further input please say so.

NXT (2013-2015)

this era is COMPLICATED: the 4HW's alliances changed constantly, and i don't have a great handle on it. there a couple of moments i think are relevant for both of them, though.

charlotte debuted as a perky pink volleyball player, which is farrr from what The Queen gimmick is today. (fun fact, she debuted in a match against Bayley!) there are 2 bits that i feel like crystallized her character. 1) being the first person to turn on bayley 2) beating natalya in a harts v flairs match to crown the first NXT women's champion. that's about when she started using a remix of thus spake zarathustra, ric flair's theme. these moments are important to Me because they show that charlotte's a cutthroat nepo baby, but she's also a very emotional/sensitive person. she cries and thanks nattie after the match, and it's very sweet.

her most important feud from NXT is against Sasha. it continued onto the main roster. these two specifically were presented as the very top of the division, only matched by each other. charlotte's nepo baby status is very relevant to all of this.

becky debuted w/ the irish jig gimmick, which SHE does not want to remember, so we'll move past it! she kind of floundered until she stumbled into a steampunk rocker gimmick. an important match is one she had against sasha even though she panicked about screwing something up, the audience got majorly behind her. she's just always had this natural connection to the audience that's hard to define and analyze. babyface magic idk

Main Roster Call Up (2015)

Sasha, Becky, and Charlotte got called up in mid 2015 (bayley got left behind in NXT because otherwise, the women's division there would just not exist). Becky and Charlotte aligned with Paige to form the creatively named team PCB. I honestly don't find most PCB stuff very interesting. The moment where they debut is great. Paige gets really, uncomfortably mean before she eventually turns on charlotte and becky. it's a moment i think probably shouldn't have happened but i'm happy to include in my charlynch canon lol. i've fudged the timeline on this a bit, don't mind me

actually, there are a million cute charlynch backstage promos from 2015 (this is a bad example). becky is bright-eyed and punny, and charlotte begrudgingly loves it. the fact that they were real life best friends seeps through all of it. their best friendship is also so, so real. they rode together everywhere, shared hotel rooms, took a million cute selfies that are all over the internet. there's a very cute wwe ride with me episode with them.

Post Paige (2015)

charlotte gets the diva's championship and soundly defeats paige in their feud. as always happens in wrestling, her ego starts getting the best of her. the charlynch backstage promos get uncomfortable. ric flair starts showing up everywhere, and he drives a wedge between the two of them. like he would in real life a few years later! i hate ric flair. eventually, becky wins a match against charlotte, and instead of supporting her friend, she turns on becky. theyyyy. honestly did not have much a feud after this. they had a smackdown match + a royal rumble one and That's It

becky and sasha had a number one contenders match, which charlotte interrupted so she could have a facedown with Just Sasha. there are photos of becky crying next to the ring because honestly, such a dick move from the writers.

she eventually got written into the WM 32 match, and it became a triple threat.

for some reason, charlotte won that triple threat! and that's when the charlotte-hatred from the fandom really starts. the perception from the audience is that she gets stuff just because she's ric flair's daughter. i... agree, like she's a 14 time women's world champion and no one's even CLOSE to that record for a reason. however, i will go to the grave saying that charlotte is a very good wrestler.

in becky's book, she describes a moment where she and charlotte promised to never let the business get in the way of their real friendship which 🥹 i'm going to fumking cry. they did NOT succeed lmfao

Post WM 32 (2016-2018)

they both go off to do their own thing, mainly. charlotte feuds with sasha, becky becomes the inaugural smackdown champion and gets given a garbage reign. becky is consistently shunted off to the side by the writers, and the audience picks up on it. she becomes a fan favorite underdog, while the criticism against charlotte grows. especially when she's the person who ends asuka's undefeated streak at wm 34

Their proper feud!!!!! (2018)

at some point, they become friends again. i don't think it's. really explained lmao. becky has a match at summerslam against carmella for the world title. to becky's chagrin, charlotte enters that match, and she wins it. after the match, becky turns heel on her, only, she doesn't really because the POP she gets???? insane. generational moment from a generational babyface.

the writers cannot get the audience to boo her despite their best efforts, so they're forced to write them both as tweeners. they build off of the real life frustration with charlotte's neverending push. Becky tells Charlotte she's gotten everything handed to her, etc etc. they have some really good matches together, my favorite of which is the last woman standing match at Evolution 2018. their promos in this time period are all FIRE, and you should check them out. becky is an incredible mic worker.

The Man

in the build to survivor series, nia jax famously shoot-punches becky in the face and breaks her nose. Becky gets covered in her own blood and just fuckin grins into the audience, and that's a crystallizing moment for her. the audience loves her, and she's an awesome fuckin badass. the man is a much more serious character than her previous character, and i will always mourn her puns. The Man forever changed Becky's career and made her the most successful/famous female wrestler Ever.

A big part of the Man's character was being deeply snarky on twitter. this unfortunately included a lot of body-shaming Charlotte in now-deleted tweets. both of these women have very fraught relationships with their bodies. of course, wrestling's primarily male audience ate that shit up, as they always do. their friendship fell apart in real life, and becky cites that as one of Many reasons. real life rebecca quinn is a complicated person, and she's very candid about that in her memoir.

Oh god, the build to Wrestlemania 35

the writers originally wanted to build to charlotte v ronda at wrestlemania, but becky's momentum was sooo undeniable at this point. a lot of convoluted bullshit happened. it started as becky v ronda, then she started feuding with the authority, then she randomly became friends with charlotte again (a story decision neither of them liked), then she got kayfabe injured, then charlotte replaced her in the match, then she ??? idk fanagled her way back into the match. it's a triple threat now. no one is happy that charlotte is here. if i've fudged the timeline here it doesn't matter because honestly the WRITERS did too

for some reason wm 35 is 7 hours long, but at the end becky wins in the motherfucking main event of wrestlemania. fuck yeah. ronda did botch the ending, but what can you do.

2019-2021

they feud a little bit because becky pinned ronda to get charlotte's title, then they move on from that. Becky's run continues until she gets pregnant in june 2020 and vacates the raw title. charlotte does a lot of very cool NXT matches. Becky returns and takes the title of Bianca in about 7 seconds flat, which no one (including becky) is happy about lol!! she comes back as a heel, now with the gimmick "big time becks." big time becks is my absolute favorite character from her. it's during this time that you can really tell she and seth have the same stylist. at some point, ric flair tries to sue becky. it's complicated and stupid.

there's a deeply bad and uncomfortable storyline from 2021, where ric starts flirting with lacey evans. charlotte has an uncomfortably real argument with him backstage, and it's honestly. God, even though the storyline is Conceptually Rotten and they should not have done it, it's an interesting kayfabe way for charlotte to reckon with Ric flair's real life crimes. Charlotte's acting in that segment is Way Too Good. i have a lot of feelings about her relationship with ric, but. whatever!!!

oh, there's also this cute moment from 2020. they're cute.

we're back (oh god, we are NOT back)

in november 2021, both of them hold a world title, but for the opposite brand. therefore, WWE has them do a dumb, convoluted title switch. during this, charlotte drops her title on the ground in an unscripted moment. it's deeply awkward, and both becky and sonya (the gm organizing this moment) become visibly frustrated with her. like, the implication is that she wanted becky to get on the ground and pick it up in a humiliating moment. they had a backstage altercation, and now they real life hate each other. charlynch is fucking DEAD

wwe did a very good video package about this. it includes my favorite ever becky promo, where she tells charlotte she's going to beat the living piss out of her. i can't find the actual promo because youtube search is useless, but! yeah.

but at least this results in my favorite match they've ever had!!! survivor series 2021 is a deeply emotional match. after winning, becky gives this really sad backstage interview, where she cries and talks about their friendship falling apart. it's a promo that makes ME cry tbh.

2021-2023

nothing charlynch related really happens lmfao. they do not fuck with each other anymore. at least, nothing happens in kayfabe. becky turns face again, returning to The Man character. (her feud with bianca is so fucking good!!!!) Charlotte also ends up as a face by the end of 2023, which is where things happen again.

Survivor Series 2023

charlotte asks becky to join her team for survivor series. they do the can I trust you rigamarole, and i'm so invested in it. they have a moment where they pinky promise, like they did way back in those old PCB 2015 promos. charlotte's bright-eyed delight at being forgiven vs becky's sober mistrust. god.

and they win at survivor series, and they hug, and it's sooo fucking awesome seeing this 9 Real year old friendship rekindle through forgiveness and communication. i'm emotional about it.

at the post SS media scrum, they talk about their relationship, and describe it as "we're dating again" because they hate me specifically. they're so fucking cute i cannot handle them

wow, what happens next???

charlotte explodes her knee and gets put on the shelf for 9 months, and she's still out now. :( she actually has the exact injury seth got in 2015 lol. also, becky is currently out on hiatus, so who knows when they'll interact next. at least we ended on a good note

[steelycunt]

ten songs with a name in the title! thank you for the tag @boydykepdf > : ^ )

nellie -> dr dog ( : ^ ) )

james and the cold gun -> kate bush

lorraine -> bad manners

rasputin -> boney m.

sheena is a punk rocker -> ramones

alexander -> charlotte hathaway

rudie can't fail -> the clash

sherlock holmes -> sparks

jackie down the line -> fontaines d.c.

cathy come come -> flyte

[discocandles]

Danger verse characters and their favorite super bowl show.

Firstly, our titular bitchular himself, Henry Hart:

Henry would say Bruno mars, but couldn't tell you anything about the performance other than "it's cool". He could be talking about the Coldplay show which both Beyoncé and Bruno mars were in, but he could also just really like the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

(Note: credit for titular bitchular goes to Athena P. Thanks for the notable quotable queen)

Next up, and needing financial compensation for This bullshit, Charlotte Page:

Charlotte's favorite performance is Prince, and she shouldn't have to explain herself on that, as it is one of of not the best halftime show ever. Beyoncé is a close second, as it is one of the only other ones she believes comes close.

Third, our lovable buckethead, Jasper Dunlop:

Jasper knows most all of the halftime shows, and it's a tie between Lady Gaga and Madonna for him, which somehow surprised some people thinking he'd say Katy Perry). He responds to those allegations with "fair, but she didn't impress me. Madonna and Lady Gaga impressed me. In both spectacle and singing."

Up next, Wait are you causing daddy issues? You're not even a father, Ray Manchester:

So I was thinking *NSYNC and Aerosmith, but then I remembered, and the answer is obvious. Ray's favorite halftime is Janet Jackson, and it's not just for the controversial part, surprisingly. But it does help it be the favorite. It definitely helps.

(Note: listen if you have no clue what I'm talking about, that's fair. The performer had a wardrobe malfunction and the nfl basically tore down her career after. Look it up.)

Next, sorry, you did fuckin what now?, Schwoz:

So unlike canon, I will be kind-ish to schwoz, and say his favorite is The blues brothers(and he likes the movie too), and he likes the aged rockers era. Source: schwoz's outfit in the bttf ripoff.

Behold, our iconic queen: Piper Hart

Beyoncé, easy. No one may speak to her when Beyoncé's performance at the super dome is playing. And I'd be remiss not to mention that Piper was foaming at the mouth over Rihanna's performance. But it doesn't beat Beyoncé.

Disclaimer: I've watched 5 episodes of danger force max. I love the four kids' vibes but can't find the episodes anywhere. So with that said,Its time to go into unknown territory:

Wow this girl's more scrambled than my scrambled fucking eggs, Mika Macklin:

Shakira & J. Lo. I feel like Mika's really likes Spanish music(I dunno she just gives me that vibe), and the vibes of the shakira & j lo show is just a bunch of fun and I think that's what draws her to it.

Ah yes the boy, Bose o'Brian. I have no other way to describe him:

Listen, Left Shark who forgot their choreography resonates with Bose. Also the amount of brightly colored spectacle and "I forgot Katy Perry did that in the show." seems very Bose to me.

Up next, the one I feel like I know the least about, Miles Macklin:

so miles feels like he'd take the easiest answer that takes little to no explanation. So I think it'd be the hip-hop medley with dr. Dre & co, bc all you really need to know is that it was about damn time.

Wait, this isn't my snarky lesbian bff? Fr?, Chapa de Silva:

I was tempted to say that Chapa doesn't care about super bowl halftimes, but that's quitter talk. Her favorite is Bruce Springsteen, and she will sometimes quote it when fighting or after a fight and no one knows why bolt is talking about guacamole. but if it's 3am and she wants to watch something stupid, Chapa would watch the Indiana Jones show(yes that exists and it's as bad as you think it is).

[anarkissm]

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: the turian hierarchy and its societal evolution are not particularly obsessed with gender constrictions, due to the vast and complex sexual dimorphism and subspecies diversity among their race. many “male” turians are born exclusively with cloacas, just like their “female” counterparts. many others have a cloacal phallus (including nihlus). it is entirely dependent on the turian’s native region and environmental evolution. transpeople also exist in turian society, because turians have multiple genders that vary between a vast array of turian ethnicity and subcultures. nihlus is considered masculine by human standards, but this is a concept he does not personally consign to. unsurprisingly, he is not very well-versed in human epistemology and belief systems.

Race: turian (sapient avian/raptor species native to the planet palaven).

Complexion: mahogany brown (dark).

Height: 7′1″.

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: lean, but not particularly gangly.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: nihlus is part of a forest-dwelling subspecies of turians who left palaven to start an independent colony separated from the turian hierarchy in 300 BCE, migrating to a garden planet in the terminus systems. they developed darker plates and thicker, flexible bodies, adjusting to environmental stressors that contrasted palaven’s irradiated biomes. the sheer physicality of nihlus’ work as a soldier (without biotics) also contributed to his athletic build, relying on speed, strength and conditioned reflexes to overpower biotic or enhanced enemies.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Notes:

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Style:

Eye color: a deep spring green. Details: green eyes are rare among turians, but clan victus has several green-eyed turians in their collective family.

Scars: surgical scarring located at the base of his skull, just underneath the fringes, after recovering from a bullet wound shot at point-black range. various scars scattered across his legs, arms, and carapace from missions nihlus was assigned to as a spectre. it is difficult for turians to develop scars unless the injury is severe; a turian’s dermis or “exoskeleton” is tougher than bone, layered with an inch of metallic minerals (similar properties to radiation-resistant chemicals such as tungsten, copper, lead, etc., which accounts for the average turian’s cool or earthy complexions) that can withstand harsh radiation and debris.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: nihlus’s fashion sense is “armor” and “not armor”. smh

Color Palette: black, grey, red, green, and white tends to be his preferred colors. he rarely wears bright or flashy colors.

Typical Clothing: turian fashion is often practical and fitted. or sleek and flowing. nihlus wears stuff like this outfit here.

Piercings: none.

Tattoos: white facial tattoos which represents his mother’s clan, clan victus. the tattoos are customized to look distinct, separating himself from the traditional clan markings of the victus legacy (considered deeply disrespectful, but in nihlus’ defense they started it by actively rejecting him for being the progeny of a “bare-faced” or clanless turian mercenary).

Other Information: n/a.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: turian facial expressions are primarily limited to their eyes, which are the most expressive parts of their face apart from their mandibles. turians communicate with their extendable mandibles and subtle head movements in the same way humans might make sweeping gestures with their arms, or small, fiddling gestures with their hands. nihlus has very expressive eyes. eyes that seem to smile or frown or bite, depending on what he’s looking at.

Default Body Language: alert, cautious, nihlus always expects trouble and always makes a point to remain calm under pressure. as a spectre, his body language depends on the company. nonthreatening to an ally or asset. and cold professionalism to his enemies. 

General Movements:  like many turians, nihlus is fast. at top speed, he can sprint at forty-five miles per hour. the turians’ ancestors were massive avian predators that were comparable to earth’s extinct terror birds. he moves fluidly, on strong and steady legs that evolved to pursue prey for days in dense, rugged wilderness.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: surprisingly disarming, usually. dry. straightforward. but not unkind. nihlus does not engage in violence unless it is utilized as an appropriate response. 

Appearance: his training with the turian military, and then with the turian spectre saren arterius, emphasized the importance of appearances and staying organized.

Scent: a metallic, sweet scent. the sweetness is due to his dextro-based biology. the faint stench of ozone, spent heatsinks and rifle-cleaning solvents.   

Voice Description: the turian species have a unique language that evolved alongside their biological and behavioral evolution. their mouths have no lips, but they have complex vocal muscles and organs that allow turians to make various flanged sounds and reverberations. turians can mimic human speech to an extent, similar to corvids and parrots, but nihlus’ “human” voice is exclusively processed through his universal translator. 

Accent: yes / no More information: the AI-generated “human” voice provided by his translator has a slight european accent in its english. the voice itself extrapolates key vocals from nihlus’ real voice, including his unique tones and pitch, but the european accent does not actually exist.

Speech Mannerisms: nihlus’ speech can be curt, succinct, but relatively formal and courteous. his voice is expressive, so he tends to be careful with his words and exercises restraint.

Anything else to add? n/a.