#Narcy Hide

[snixx]

you should never shut up actually. keep talking

no. I need to be stopped

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Witch /// Part 2

Part 1

The great part about Rhiana the Witch’s cozy cottage outside that small town was the privacy. Not just when her most wriggly meals ran; but because it was purposefully hidden. The faerie circles just outside the town messed with maps and satellites making her little place a safe haven from the enemies and ex-lovers experiments she’d made over her many centuries of being alive. But now that she was leaving to get closer to you, she was uncomfortably exposed. 

“Hey Rhi-Rhi you okay? You’ve looked so nervous since I picked you up.”

“Oh I’m fine it’s just all these people make me so nervous.”

“I guess it is kind of overwhelming.”

“Maybe you can take me somewhere private. Like your place maybe?”

She thinks it’s worth the risk as she’s allowed to use the same excuse to cling to your side. Pretend to be distraught when she gets hit on to have you pretend to be dating to drive off desperate and confident weirdos. She eats that up. Unfortunately though, her open fawning over you leaves her unguarded from soul searches. An old technique lovers of olde used to unite over long periods. Naturally, trouble just happens to be in the 500-meter radius and is well off enough to get in close to foil her plans.

“Hello there. I’m your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself to everyone since I’m completely new to the area.”

“Oh hi, nice to meet you! I’m (Y/n) and this is Rhi–”

“(Y/n) you don��t have to introduce me I’m only visiting.”

“That’s such a shame Rhiana. I would’ve hoped we could…get to know each other better.”

Trouble is one of her craziest exes–Narciness. He was a nymph and she was a witch. Back then, it made sense that they were perfect for one another. Both were a gorgeous couple, immortal and with plenty of magic. Not to mention he didn’t even mind that she ate humans for her youthful appearance. But it just wasn’t right for Rhea. Just as his name would suggest there was a deep-seated and well-masked narcissism that showed its ugly head at the worst times. She ultimately took the very mature option that she’s learned over the centuries when it comes to major obstacles. She ran. 

“Nice to see you again Rhiana. It’s always nice to know my girlfriend decided to disappear from me the last few centuries!”

“Quit whining. I left you a note didn’t I?”

“A note cursed to explode with a memory-wipe spell the second I finished it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to leave me.”

“Oh genius, you’re finally getting it!”

“That can’t be right! You and I…we’re perfect together! And you instead cheat on me with the most imperfect human!”

“Do not ever talk about my (Y/n) like that!”

She’s almost glad he’s crazy enough not to hide his intentions. Had he been cut from the same cloth as she-she would have kept silent until after she devoured her prey. But Narciness is an idiot who so clearly had it out for you that she wouldn’t let him live another day without singing your praises. Unfortunately, the thing about killing a nymph is that it wasn’t easy, a child of the old powers of nature. He’s survived a lot of things and can withstand some of Rhea’s most fatal potions. And especially when she’s far from home spending time with you, she’s a little shorthanded. So she’ll come up with another remedy. 

“Hey Narc, I didn’t know you went shopping here.”

“I think instead of solely getting the organic stuff I figured I’d swing by here every once in a while. The gallery is truly immaculate.”

“Good for you. C’mon (Y/n) we’re going to miss our movie.”

“Oh right! Well, it was nice seeing you, Narc!”

“Oh (Y/n) before you go, there's something I wanted to tell you.”

“What?”

“I just love your smile.”

“Oh, thanks !”

“Let’s go, (Y/n).”

The thing she found that sparked her attraction to him was his smile. It lit up the room like yours and in the end, it’ll be what protects you from his violent protections of ‘their relationship’. Unfortunately, now that she’s used a spell to shift his affection she’ll have to figure out some way to end his life before he turns violent against her. Too bad it’ll be hard to figure out in the span of two days. Now she can miss her plane and extend her stay a little while but it’s just not enough time. Not enough time for her to make sure ‘Narc’ doesn’t try anything, she’ll have to do something drastic. 

“Narciness I was hoping we could find some common ground.”

“With you? Babe, didn’t I tell you I was done? Your old news.”

“For you, I might be but I’m the hottest thing in (Y/n)’s world.”

“...I see. So we’re officially competing then. Would you like to fight this out now?”

“I’d like to try something new. A gesture of peace, if you will.”

“...oven mitts? You plan to make me bake? Why would I concern myself with such a lowly task?”

“Did I tell you (Y/n) has a sweet tooth?”

“...”

Rhea the Witch considers herself lucky her ex considered cooking for himself as a job for ‘someone uglier than him.’ She’s also glad she gets to stay another day due to food poisoning. Who knew nymphs gave witches so much nausea?

“Oh Rhea were you eating that bloody meat again? I keep telling you that rare steak is great but you got to make sure it’s at least cooked a little bit.”

“I know hon. I should really think about maintaining my diet better.”

“Yeah, I’m just glad this is happening now. Instead of on a plane or bus where I wouldn’t be there for you.”

“Yes…(Y/n) what do you think about me staying another week or so. So many things keep happening, it feels as though fate is telling me.”

She may have some serious indigestion but you were hers and the threat was…toast. For Rhea, her reward was being pampered by you. Finally able to rest with her love by her side. Nothing was better and nothing could bother her. Not even the distant thought of the new owner to the place next door. 

“I noticed your plants. I’m not a huge fan of nature but maybe you can show me the ropes. What do you say, neighbor?”

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ Assigning The Boxers Fursonas ☆

this is so fun, gonna also include some suprise guests so enjoy that, im not a furry (or at least i think so) enjoy this post i spent too much time on

Doc Louis - I could see him being a scaly, specifically a crocodile, come on it fits like a glove

Little Mac - Wolf, he would so be a wolf im so serious about this

Glass Joe - a ferret or a weasel 99%, he would have it wear a turtleneck too i swear it just fits him im gonna scream

Von Kaiser - a deer, he would so be a deer, it fits too well i am not joking fucking look at him and tell me he doesnt like deers, look at me directly in the eyes and say the words "von kaiser wouldnt have a deer as his fursona" i fucking dare you. Look at me until you can see my soul and say that, i challenge you. He has a deer as his fursona, you cannot deny the truth, you cannot deny the facts, your mind is too weak to handle the truth

Disco Kid - he would so choose a cheetah, it would fit him come on, hes just so silly and so is his cheetah fursona look!!

King Hippo - he would use a walrus, hear me out on this one, it fits him way too good oh my god

Piston Hondo - a moth, i know this is really specific but he would be a moth, too fitting for me to not throw it at you

Bear Hugger - you can see it coming from a mile away, bear, the classic, he didnt choose this one, it got assigned to him at birth, no contest, this is his FAAB (Fursona Assigned At Birth) and he wont be changing it anytime soon fuck you

Don Flamenco - a secretarybird, hes too diva for bland ass foxes or scalies, he is so girlypop and so is his fursona, he would also use a raven too

Great Tiger - Come on its in the name!! This is his FAAB, he would also have a white tiger version

Aran Ryan - a jackalope, he would so be a jackalope for the fun of it

Soda Popinski - Polar bear, i dont care what you throw at me he would be a polar bear, this is so canon, its true the punches told me when they came out

Bald Bull - this is also his FAAB, hes a bull 99999% it was ment to be!! You cant deny his destiny he was ment to have a bull as his fursona, he was born to be a bull fuck you

Super Macho Man - i imagined him as anti furry but then BOOM peoples headcanons started to rub off on me, hes a shark and he will always be a shark

Mr Sandman - He'd choose a tarantula just to spook people because hes in a evil mood

Carmen - she would be a flamingo, specifically just for don flamenco because he didnt pick it

Narcis Prince(ss) - A fox, hes a fox, i dont care what you say, i dont care what you think, he is a fox

Heike Kagero - a butterfly, it would be so colorful too, hes so gonna be a butterfly

Nick & Rick Bruiser - they have similiar taste so they picked the same species, said species is a wolf, basic ass taste

Hoy Quarlow - he would be a owl, this is also his FAAB, he was born to hide away from the sun and go hoo hoo hoo

Gabby Jay - a weasel, you dont get anything other than that

Pizza Pasta - a possum

You dont get any context other than these ily all

[mrfilippa]

naran headcanons if ye wanna 😈

Edit 20 October 2024: I don't want to be associated with this person as she hurt a minor

It will be fun! Hope you will like this headcanons muahahaha😈

Aran was the first to fall in love, but due some serious topics and his pride, he decided to hide it (badly)

Narcis understood that something was happening but he didn't get that Aran had a crush on him

Narcis' medical assistant/cutwoman (oc, sorta ;-;) somehow put them together

Nowadays they live together in USA, but they are thinking to come back to Europe, still uncertain to go to UK or Ireland

They sold their old apartments to buy a house, in order to living peacefully, far away from paparazzi (about that, Aran started to put traps :D)

Narcis and Aran still hang out in NY ofc, maybe they sleepover at Macho's house (with Macho's despise) when they miss the last train/bus to home

Narcis had already met Aran's mom (thankfully they are in good terms)

Literally Narcis' family sent some butlers and maids to Narcis and Aran's house, but Aran literally sent them away

One night at Macho's place, for fun Aran dyed Narcis' hair, making it green. Too bad that when Aran got up, he found out that also his hair was dyed in green

Aran is saving up some money to buy a motorbike for Narcis, as he is practicing with Aran's motorbike rn.

Meanwhile Narcis is thinking about a nice holiday/ vacation from NY to LA in motorbike, not knowing about Aran's present/gift

In this relationship, Narcis is learning a lot about Aran's culture, but they still make fun of eachother about which show is the best between Father Ted and Monty Python

Aran put Monty Python's intro as a ringtone inside Narcis' telephone.

Here u are! Enjoy this lil meal!!!

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

You should tell me what Cash acts like-

🔫 Now

/silly

But Fr I wanna make chaotic sibling shit and I know Lilith irl so I know her character, but I wish to include cash in sibling chaos, since, yes.

Oh! Tysm- I’ve been scared to join the madness, because I’m terrified to annoy people…

But, Cash is basically the quiet kid. In fact, he probably was suspected to be nonverbal because he RARELY spoke as a child. He’s super shy and is the type of kid to watch everything going on but just be silent in the background. He definitely hides behind objects, and when he’s scared he folds his dollar bills in half like “hiding” his face. He loves his family though.

I definitely think he’s the rational sibling. Like if Enosh and Malinda conspire some chaotic plan, he’d be like: “not a good idea”…

BUT- I imagine they could convince him to tag along. But he’d be very against it, almost ABOVE it, if that makes sense?

He completely dodged Narcy’s stubbornness and stole Sethes rationality but had Narcys fearful nature (sorta)

[bitsandbobsfromrandomfandoms]

Sometimes I think there is a lot of internalized misogyny that shows up in fanfiction that remains unaddressed because it's so hard to talk about.

It is practically against fandom etiquette to think critically about fanfiction. I even feel very icky doing it when I know that many writers and artists churn out their content for free.

I have nothing but deep love and respect for fan-content creators. (From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your service 🫡)

But there are a lot of underground aspects about fandom that goes unacknowledged because even as I sense them, it feels ephemeral and intangible. I’m only one person, I don’t think I know how to articulate this much less speak of it with any kind of conviction.

So for the sake of that, I'm going to try and chip away at it and see if the words come over-time.

My more critical opinions are posted here and not in the comment section on ao3 because I have no desire to truly discourage anyone.

And first, let me just say I truly loved this story. I enjoyed the bloody shit out of it.

Draco's snarky, unfailing sense of humour even in face of utter tragedy was just chef's kiss.

10/10 recommend.

But there is one bone I want to pick and it's this:

It is established that by the end of the story, that Harry has fallen in love with Draco but chose to go back to his wife.

Why? Because he wants to have a family and children which was the reason he and Ginny were fighting to begin with and since Draco can't give him that, they both agree to end things.

Draco himself, has a very beneficial arrangement with his wife since she is also gay and they're acting as each other's beards but we see nothing of Harry's relationship with Ginny.

So my question is, what is she in this story besides a glorified baby-maker?

Draco and Harry eventually end up back together when their children are grown and they are middle-aged men. Harry even jokes that Ginny thinks he's gay and Draco says "10 points to Gryffindor".

Which is funny because at the beginning of the story, when Draco was giving advice under the guise of Lavender Brown to the man who wrote to Prophet, Draco advises him to break-up with his wife so she wouldn't lose years of her life with someone who couldn't want her back the same way:

She is young enough to start again with someone else. You want bitter? Denying you're gay and then finally admitting this to her when she's forty-five is sure to warrant her casting at least three different castration charms in your direction. And I wouldn't blame her.

And yet this is exactly what Harry does to Ginny.

This isn't so much a criticism as it is an observation that Harry was extremely selfish and cruel.

On top of that, I have a few more bones to pick at but none of them are as big or as important as the first one. They're just little things to be mindful of to maintain the distinction between good story-telling and reality.

The first is that, Harry in this story was healer and it was so much fun to see him take on this role since there are so many stories that feature Draco as a healer. But in this story, he was sacrificing his own life's energy to save people who would otherwise die. A physical consequence of doing this was his constant fatigue and how he seems to be just as thin and gaunt as Draco, who is somewhat starved and malnourished in this story.

In real life, when someone is prone to such extremes of behavior, they don't just stop doing what they are doing because someone asked them to. It's something of a compulsion or an addiction to them. So if the story was realistic, and Harry was actually absorbing other people's deaths, he wouldn't stop simply because Draco asked him to, he would continue to do what he was doing but hide it better.

There was also the strange role-reversal that took place after Harry saved Narcissa where instead of Draco thanking him, it was the other way around because Draco made him promise to stop. This isn't bad per se, but since I'm something of an expert in abusive relationships, something that comes up often in situations of lamp-shading or gaslighting is that the person who is being gaslighted is usually expressing the sentiment that in the given circumstances, it makes more sense for the other person to be expressing. So I'm hyperaware of that even though it may not necessarily apply here.

My last nitpicking is that Draco does not seem to have any sexual trauma because all the coercion and assault he's endured. Again, realistically this is unlikely. People who have gone through what he did don't walk out of the same way. And yet, apart from the physical damage to his knees, psychologically, he seems fine. I don't think this is so much of a complaint because I realise that if the story did address sexual trauma, it wouldn't be as light-hearted and enjoyable as it was. So I like to think that this is something that Draco might've had to come to terms with, off-screen.

I really did love the story but off-late, I'm more mindful of the way women are written in fanfiction because I really think that part of the reason m/m fanfiction is so much fun to read is because it never has to address to complex social dynamics that exist between men and women.

It's a space where women get to ignore the nature of living in a patriarchal world. Where sexuality isn't immediately conflated with shame or submission. Where the characters can engage in recklessness or risky behaviors without losing their relatability or be blamed for it. Where both characters seem to just be on more even footing than if one of them were a woman?

Urghh. I don’t think I’m explaining this well at all.

But I have to wonder that there are a lot of underground implications for why women go in for this kind of thing. And what it means when female characters are treated the way Ginny was in this fic?

I’ve noticed that even in many f/m fanfictions, there is this tendency to place female characters in situations of bondage or enslavement. Or they are reduced or disempowered in some way.

It’s going to take long time before I fully understand what's truly going on under the surface here.

I also think that, for straight women, reading about men in sexual situations will always be more gratifying than reading about women, because it’s what we are naturally attracted to x2. Maybe that’s why men are also very titillated by lesbian porn 🤷‍♀️

[ashtxeman]

*crashes through wall* got any aran hcs?

This post smells like BO, I think...

Aran is a strange lad to be sure. Everyone thinks he's a chaotic mess and a general nuisance, but in reality he's actually very chill! If you catch him on his own he's way quieter, albeit still loud but at least a bearable amount. He'll also crack jokes, have a good laugh, and if you're lucky he won't even say anything violent.

His top 'enemies' are Don, Narcis and Macho. 'Enemies' as in his favourite victims for pranks and other assorted Aran activities.. such as stealing Don's toupee and sticking it on a dog, replacing Narcis' shampoo with blended bananas or doing whatever the hell he feels like to Macho because Macho's too dull to predict anything. Not to mention all three of them have the best reactions, Don cusses him out in Spanish, Narcis cusses him out with some very creative nonsensical insults and Macho either gets confused or runs off screaming to Sandman.

Aran has a surprising amount of pets. Two weasels called Tom and Jerry (reference intended), a cat called Lucky, and a few lizards named Burren, Porter, Druid and Mulligan (all names of Irish pubs that Aran has definitely been to).

Aran is the biggest pansexual you'll ever see. He'll take anybody who comes his way, and then move on right after. The longest relationship he ever had lasted a week, and that was because he was in a coma for half of that week and couldn't tell her that he wanted to break up. The moment he woke up he asked her for a fiver and then went home and never spoke to her again. He continues to just take whatever comes along, but maybe beneath all of it he wants to find someone who can stay.

Aran got arrested for trying to fight a giant inflatable Santa when he got drunk, he spent a week in jail because he let all the animals out of a petting zoo, and another time he was arrested for illegally owning a pigeon (he called it Sky-Rat, when it was taken away he almost cried).

On a more serious note, he's been charged with assault 2 times because of some tedious fights.

Aran has some peculiar scars. He has a scar resembling a '7' on his chest because a fishing hook got caught on him whilst he was out with his Dad, but he also has one on his thigh because he tried to dive off a cliff and knocked himself on a rock.

He has one sibling, a younger sister named Erin. Their Mum, Fiona, thought it would be cute to give them similar names but they both hate it.

His Mum is in prison and his Dad is long gone, so he looks after Erin on his own.

His birthday is January 8th, the release date of the first Leprechaun movie.

Of course Aran can't drive. He's had his licence confiscated on five seperate occassions, but that doesn't stop him from finding a way to hop behind the wheel anyway.. just don't hop behind the wheel with him because you will either break something or die.

He is an absolute master at hiding pain. Usually he doesn't mind a bit of a sting but when things get bad (which they do), he hates to show it. There's a reason for it, that being..

He's deathly afraid of doctors.

Aran sneaks rides to Hondo's house so they can hang out together, plus he gets along well with Hondo's cat because they're both little bastards.

Huge anime fan. Similar to pain, he's a master at hiding it.

A very skilled artist! Not that he'd let anybody see his work..

He's a massive fan of fluffy pillows. There's nothing better than going home after a long day of making everybody elses day worse and snuggling into a poofy mass.

When his hair isn't in a ponytail he pretty much has a mullet.

Most of the time he has a four-leaf clover earing on his right ear, it's part of his brand.

He has a nickname for every boxer, albeit very uncreative ones. Examples include 'Cats' for Tiger and 'Bubbles' for Soda.

In the A-Bracket, Aran gets along best with Tiger and Hondo. His rival is Don.

In the B-Bracket, Aran gets along best with.. none of them, he doesn't go near them much because they smell like Narcis, who is of course his rival.

[vacantgodling]

for situations: 22 for Piper, 20 for Hya, and the second group situation for the anvil-gunn-shrapnel bunch?

~ @void-botanist

thank you thank you <3<3

20. Your character has fallen into a deep chasm with their worst enemy. They have no supplies beyond what they normally carry on their person. Somewhere in the chasm is a huge creature that will eat them if it finds them. How does your character escape this situation?

well, hya's worst enemy is tagetes full stop--but as you know they have a hate-can get along if necessary situation, and this would be one of those "i suppose we have to get along for the sake of our own hides" situation. they would absolutely be fucked though bc as both of them are rich bitches, they don't really carry anything on their person beyond themselves. because hya is more physically fit than tagetes though, he is absolutely not beyond trying to use tagetes as bait to get the creature to eat them while he escapes... but tagetes would probably be doing the same thing LMAO.

i have no idea what the outcome of this situation would be but tbh they're both toast frfr.

22. Your character is given two tickets to their dream concert or event. What did they get tickets for? Who do they invite to come with them?

hmm. i think if i stick to in-world things, piper would probably want to go to a Real knight's tournament (idk what they entail but it wouldn't surprise me if it was similar to like a jousting event cuz that's kind of how their world is), and of course she would take keevan with her. (1) he'd probably be the reason she got tickets at all (2) they're in love with each other even if pipes won't admit it pff (3) he's familiar with these sorts of events so he'd be able to explain everything to her. the only other person pipes would consider taking would be saith but that would be if keevan was actually in the contest himself LOL.

2. Your characters have been locked in a room together for 24 hours. It is impossible to escape the room by any means. What happens?

this is so fucking funny. it would be an ebb and flow of bitching, ignoring each other, and aloe trying to make peace with everyone to.... varying degrees of success. hya is (obviously) the first one to mouth off, and narci can get high strung so she'd follow directly after. iberis would try to ignore everyone and keep to himself but if he has nothing to distract himself with (like a book or something) then he'd start bitching at hya and narci to shut the hell up and tagetes would literally only stoke the fire of the situation. lavendula may try and step in to try and calm narci down, but that would lead to some snide remarks that she woudl graciously accept and then not say anything else about and aloe just wishes all his siblings would get along;;;; fucking mess.

[videogamequeens]

PROPAGANDA:

🌹Josephine🌹

*Fights w/ parasol

*SO FASHION! BIG HAIR LIKELY HIDES MANY SECRETS

*Reinvented herself and ran away from home to get out of her successful brother’s shadow

🌹Esmeralda🌹

*Abhors violence; non-combatant but DOES participate in war battles as a magic unit when in command of her battalion

*OG Narcie Fashion Maven! BIG FAT SAUSAGE CURLS!

*”Sick of this run-down place!” (I.e. your castle)

[realityhelixcreates]

[cake slice] [donut] for Helix, [bagel] for loki and, a bit of a weird one, [peach] for Arkam (sorry for not using actual emoji, hope this is OK)

[Cake Slice] How does your OC change as you get to know them?

Helix initially comes off as mysterious and maybe suspiciously friendly, a Good Witch kind of figure who only wants to help others. Very giving and loving, if perhaps lacking in guile.

And she is all of those things, but the closer you get, the more cracks become visible. Helix is also a deeply flawed individual, who pushes boundaries, trespasses into private spaces, is hubristic, is very needy, and selfish in several ways. She is a whole person with many sides, and like many people, she tries to hide at least some of those flaws. But if you know her long enough, these things become clearer, especially if she trusts and is comfortable with you.

She'll also start to drop the mysterious mage facade, and the country girl she truly is shines through.

[Donut] What is your OC's biggest flaw? How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it?

As previously stated, Helix crosses boundaries. Lots of them. Personal space. Beliefs. Principles. In her long travels, and time spent between worlds, she started to lose her grasp on the importance of these things and had to re-learn. Some habits, like just appearing in people's homes, she never quite kicks. But a few people muster up the courage to actually scold her for her actions, and she is penitent enough.

[Bagel] What does/has your OC have/had an unhealthy obsession over? What caused this obsession? How do they deal with it? Do they seek help?

Now as we all know, Loki has had an obsession with proving his 'worth', a nebulous concept at best, and he dealt with it Poorly. Nowadays, depending on which story you're reading, he has either calmed down significantly, gone to some extremes to compensate, or had to put everything on hold to recover from injury. But, as is the bad habit of every Asgardian ever, he doesn't really seek out the help he probably should.

Which shouldn't come as a surprise. I don't think therapists exist in the MCU.

[Peach] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

This is...complicated. Arkham is a complex individual, and isn't straightforward about most things. There are people Arkham genuinely cares about, but he isn't always open about it, and isn't often conventional about it. Compliments are rare, and often sandwiched between insults or criticisms. He tests people, and if he likes what he sees, he continues doing so. This can seem like dislike, but is an indicator of interest. Unfortunately, it also often leads to danger or worse.

For most people, Arkham's "kindness " comes in the form of not being killed, or being killed quickly and relatively painlessly. He is not a friendly or safe person to be around. But for people he actually cares about, his kindness varies by the individual.

He treats and defends Detective as an equal, perhaps the highest honor he could possibly bestow on another. He doesn't mess with Swag or his enterprises. He allows YJ into his personal space and allows YJ to take care of him. Narci...uh...well he doesn't murder Narci.

Puzzles and Nash get the best he is capable of. Nash gets his best 'fatherly' advice and care (which is still awful, but he tried), and Puzzles gets his romantic love, which I think surprised him as well as everyone else.

He and Helix eventually recognized this in one another, and exchange gifts in a sort of silent pact to protect what they have.

All of it though, is delivered with the threatening playful demeanor he always shows.

[sukipershipper]

Ooooo Ramble time!!!!

Little Mac headcanons plz and thank you :3

Also I know this isn’t a head canon but I’m curious!

Does Mac get along with the branch B boxers?

Hehe! Got you Anon!

Little Mac Headcanons:

Mac actually works part-time at the WVBA. While he is getting a full income from the place, he is still required to attend school. He's currently studying history for the time that he is there.

He can also play a bit of saxophone. He performs with the schools Jazz Band and much like his boxing, he is a show stopping performer.

Very street smart, he knows the best places to go for food, best people to see for deals, and the best alleys to go to hide if you need to. Don't ask how he knows that second part.

When he first began boxing he actually wasn't that good. It wasn't until he saved his friends from a gang that he got noticed and taken in by Doc Louis. A few weeks of training later and he was already up to a substantial level of Boxing.

He looks up to each of the boy's as his mentor or fatherly/brotherly figure. He never got to have much of a family growing up, besides Giovanni and his family, but it didn't always feel like his own. Coming to the WVBA, he felt a sense of belonging for the first time in almost 10 years.

This is why he hates when the guys fight. He just wants a nice, stable, 'perfect' family. Others have told him that's practically impossible, but it doesn't stop Mac from wanting it...just a bit

He idolizes Doc and Disco. Doc for obvious reasons, but Disco he has always seen as a big brother figure. Someone close to his age and one of the younger boxers in the league, plus, Disco always encouraged and helped Mac when he was rising through the ranks.

He may be street smart but he does lack a bit of world knowledge, thankfully he's got friends from all around the world.

He is actually a pretty solid hugger. Would give Bear a run for his money if he wanted to.

To answer your question: Mac actually quite likes Branch B. If he thought his friends were eccentric personalities, then he hadn't seen anything until he saw them. Birdie and him get on the best, as to be expected, but he also gets on quite well with folks like Heike, Dragon, Gabby, Bob, heck even Rick.

He doesn't care much for folks like Clown or Narcis, especially with how they treated Aran when he first arrived, but every now and again they manage to get under his skin. Lucky he has the Rat man on standby.

I talk a lot about Mac getting protected, but he honestly is very protective himself. A reporter getting too personal or a fan getting too handsy? He's in there to protect his friends and get the press to buzz off.

Even outside the WVBA, He's always gonna be there for his friends. And they know they can count on him no matter what

[bucketspammer4life]

random punch out ramblings because fuck you

you heard me

- narcis speaks like the average british stereotype and has a light voice for his age, he keeps getting bullied recklessly over it, people can barely understand what he says

- Macho Man gifted bald bull a necklace with a small bell on it so when hes ready to go apeshit so anyone who pisses him off knows their que to run away, hes now trying to convince him to pierce his ears to gift him earings with bells

- Glass Joe once ate raw dough and felt his soul physically exit him, he has the bread version of chicken anxiety (?) now (its what happens when you get paranoid after getting salmonella from a chicken and check every piece you eat)

- Aran climbs on stuff for no reason when hes bored and hides in dumb places to grab ankles and spook people

- bald bull actually has his nose pierced, he just doesnt wear it in fights because hes smart and doesnt want to injure his nose

- von kaiser sometimes reads little mac bedtime stories when he struggles to sleep and doc is asleep or doesnt have enough energy to get up,

- Disco kid And king Hippo go partying on weekends, often ending up wrecked

- don flamenco once got caught eating an entire ass head of lettuce while he was staying over at piston hondo's, hondo is still scared

- piston hondo has cried while watching madoka magica multiple times, no matter how many times he rewatches it (no spoilers for you all im kind)

- bear hugger eats raw meat & veggies, he once DEVOURED an entire ass raw steak in front of everyone, food poisoning fears him

- bald bull and macho man have a frenemy thing going on, they beat the shit out of each other, sometimes Macho wins, sometimes bull wins, sometimes they have to run from sandman because hes done with their shit, they'll curse each other out but they will not let anyone else talk shit about each other

- Aran has been caught listening cotton eye joe multiple times and will not admit it, we know what we heard, aran

- great tiger takes advantage of his clones a lot, he has court trials with himself, acts out fake scenarios with himself and has dinner with himself when he feels lonely, his clones personalities of their own along with a lot of sass attitude, he'll ask a clone to bring him snacks and his clone will be like "get off your ass and get it yourself idiot"

- piston hondo & bald bull are good at math and used to tutor Mac until they both got so pissed off at him while trying to help him do his homework and he cried, after he got diagnosed with dyscalculia they felt bad for him and apologized

[therealityhelix]

Shards of the Nexus: Applesauce pt. 4

Everybody tries.

@cardwrecks​ @captainbaddecisions​

?~?~?~?~?

The time whizzed by as he wondered what he was going to do now.

���You baleful, deleterious, idle-brained douche bag! “

Oh. Die, that's what.

He turned just in time for Narci to grab him roughly by the shirt. The kid was shorter than him by a decent amount, but strong enough to twist his head off, and he felt his toes leave the floor.

“Hey, watch the threads!” he protested in a watery voice. Narci shook him like a rattle.

“Fuck your threads! I'll burn down your closet! I'll burn down your whole life!” Narci exclaimed, then shuddered so hard, his black ponytail shook. He set Swag back down, very carefully, and released his clothes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. But just...how could you? You're supposed to be the best of us. How could you?”

“I'm not the best of anything, Narci.” Swag said, leaning against the bar to let his heart rest, ignoring the sticky mess that still dripped. “I'm not a role model. Not really. I'm a fuckup in good clothes. I mean, it's not that I don't try, it's that when I make mistakes, they are really big mistakes that get people hurt. Helix. Harvey. Puzzles. You. Fuck, I coulda done something for you, way back. But I turned you away. I was too busy pretending I had no obligation to anyone else but myself to see how everything was connected. That I could at least try to help someone who should have been like a little brother. I...the idea of me is far better than the actuality of me.”

“Swag. You know you couldn't have really done anything for me back then, right? I would have just killed you instead.” the wavering tone was back, a permanent feature in his voice. “Mine was a sickness that couldn't be cured with human hands. And part of me is missing now. I didn't come back whole. Maybe I'm better this way. But you...why did you hurt her? I don't understand that. Her hand is so badly burned that our medicines did nothing! She was crying so much, and she couldn't actually tell me. What did you do? And why?”

“It wasn't supposed to go down like this. It was supposed to...I don't even know. I never meant it to hurt her, I'd never...I'd never mean to do that. I just started thinking down the wrong road, and I got swept away. I try not to do that. It always goes bad. Now, I know a lot of you think I've allowed myself to dumb down, and Unswag doesn't hesitate to point out that I don't allow myself to think, but-”

“It's an attempt at self control.” Narci stated. “I know. I know.”

Narci's new eyes had been pleas for help since the moment he'd opened them. Swag believed him.

“Got paranoid. Got serious about it. Got this dumb thing.”

Swag showed Narci the little wire. He'd twisted it around his left ring finger, like a true fool.

Narci, possessed of the simian curiosity writ large in Edwards Nigma the multiverse over, grasped his hand for a better look.

For the next few minutes, Swag held Narci's lifeless body in his arms, whispering grief and apology. If Helix had been mad at him before, she really was going to turn him inside out now. She was ready to fistfight Satan himself for this kid.

The doorbell rang.

This was the worst possible time. He was in mourning, damnit! Who could even be at his door at this hour?

Swag stared up into the dark cowl, panic thumping in his blood. There was a body in his parlour. He was wearing contraband. He'd been hiding a second self. Not to mention possession of controlled substances, and the aiding and abetting of known criminals from other universes. Surely any of that would be enough to put him away again. Maybe forever and ever this time.

“What could you possibly want?” Swag asked, trying to keep his voice from trembling. He was pretty sure his hammering pulse was loud enough to be heard.

“The Nth metal, Nigma. Where is it? Why do you have it?”

“Oh this thing? This fuckin' thing? You can have it!” Swag yanked it from his finger and flung it into the parking lot. “Take it! I never wanna fuckin' see it again. Worthless scrap of shit. You want it, go get it, just leave me alone. I don't want nothin' to do with it.”

He slammed the door shut. And waited.

It didn't smash back open in his face, so it looked like he'd been taken at face value. The wire would be gone; no matter where it landed, it would be found. And good riddance.

He turned, then flung himself back against the door, heart in his throat choking off a scream. Narci's body lurched down the hall towards him, flopping and stumbling like a puppet on very loose strings.

“Narci?” Swag whispered. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sor-”

He mumbled over and over again, growing hoarser and more urgent with every shuffling step closer, until it became a hyperventilating plea as Narci pressed his drooling, slack-jawed face against Swag's chest.

“Could...n't...get...back...in...while...you...were...touch...ing...me...” The words escaped from Narci's mouth, each syllable a labored puff of air.

“I'm sorry.”

“At...least...you...grieved...”

Ooh, ooh, that cut. Because the first time, he hadn't.

No one had.

Guilt choked him silent once more, and Swag carefully, cautiously curled his arms around the boy's shoulders. Maybe he should have done this sooner. Maybe years ago.

But the second best time was now.

“D-does it hurt?”

“No...can't...feel...an...y...thing...”

“That actually sounds worse.”

“Yes...”

“Anything I can do?”

“Must...go...home...”

Swag helped him to the special door, and let him slip through, just like Helix did. It seemed the way was still closed only to Swag himself.

There was a lot of cleaning up to do, partially gelled apple goop, a broken mirror. It smelled so good that it hurt; his favorite apples reduced to a soup of memories that would now never be made. Forced to mop up what should have been a sweet song on his tongue, no more than a paraklausithyron to the world now barred to him.

He glanced at the sky while taking the trash out. Cloudy, as usual. Starlight was the rarest commodity in Gotham. Would he ever see it again?

Swag tested the door over and over during the next few days, even under the scorn of his pale twin, with whom he'd gotten into a terrible row upon returning. Just like old times.

Back and forth and back and forth, until a small hand reached out and pulled him through.

That nauseating, semi-familiar feeling of falling without moving. Stomach twisted around his spine, blood in the brain and feet, and the unbreakable, all-encompassing cold.

An eternity in an hourglass, then a shocking blast of humid heat. His glasses fogged as he gasped, gulping in the warming air.

Clutching his pinkie finger was a tiny, blue-eyed doll of a child, a little girl who, aside from her barely contained mass of curly orange hair, clearly resembled a miniature Helix.

“Hey there, Maddie-mads.” he said, taking in the lush garden around him. “How're you doing today?”

“I'm okay.” she said in her chipper, squeaky little voice. “But you're not. Momma's not either”

“Ah. I imagine not. Did she, uh, say why?”

Maddie shook her head.

“She said she made a mistake and she doesn't know how to fix it. Can you help?”

Swag rubbed the back of his neck.

“I'm...not sure this time, kiddo. I might make it worse.”

Her expression said that she didn't believe that for a second. The unwavering faith of a child. He'd had that once too. He hoped she would be able to keep it longer than he had.

It looked like he had to try.

Maddie held her hands in the air, and Swag scooped her up into his arms without really thinking about it. He looked out over Helixs hand built garden home, with its improbable, Escheresque landscapes, and soaring, vaulted glass sky. He had only been here a few times, and never very deep into the gardens, but he knew that space was warped and folded in unexpected ways; recursive paths and nested areas that one could easily get lost in forever.

He had never built a more perfectly horrifying maze. Here, if he lost his way, there was enough food and water that he could wander for the rest of his life, slowly losing hope, descending into madness. Surrounded by Eden, yet utterly, helplessly trapped.

It was frightening. She was frightening. All of this and everything about it was terrifying. It was.

And so was he. And so was Unswag, and everything he represented. And so was Arkham's undying bloodthirst, the direction Narci was taking, Puzzles' new lease on life, Nash's growing involvement with literal demons. The things YJ had almost gotten involved in, the disease that had nearly taken Detective. This whole big tightly tangled Nexus. Knowledge of the multiverse itself.

It was all an ever-expanding cosmic dread, bearing down on all their shoulders, and they each had to figure out how to handle it, because it wasn't going away.

He could look at Helix as a representative of that dread, or he could see her as yet another person upon whose shoulders that weight rested. See her as an alien being, like the Grays, or as a familiar woman whose warmth he had tasted. He could destroy a good thing, like he always did, or he could finally cherish what he actually had.

This could be his last chance.

Madeline guided him along the color-coded pebble paths, a labyrinth perhaps only she and her mother truly knew by heart. Greenery, flowers, and fruits burst joyfully on every side. An artificial stream meandered through the young trees and under small bridges. Little waterfalls trickled, and fish flashed in the water. Here and there stood a carved log, stacked rocks, suncatchers, and circles of standing stones.

Birds chirped and flitted about, Every now and then he saw a chicken, heard the braying of a goat somewhere.

Over the top of it all, a song floated like perfume on the breeze, a pair of voices entwined in haunting harmonies. One of them was Helix, naturally, of course she could sing. That was practically required of a sorceress, wasn't it?

That meant that the other voice had to be Narci, didn't it? Swag would never have guessed the kid could hold a tune, much less that his reedy, wavering voice could produce such enchanting sounds.

Maddie, cradled securely at shoulder level, loosed her own voice into the air. A string of notes akin to the birdsong, that particular pitch that only children could achieve fitted into the music with improvised ease.

Song swam through his mind. It was a compulsion, to add his voice, add himself in. To become part of the music, complete it.

He could not find the notes.

He was led to a clearing, a community center of sorts. This was a place Swag had been before. Under a tall arbor of blooming vines, tables and chairs, set up for a meal. Narci, his black curls crowned with flowers, Helix in her frilly apron, setting out the dishes. The song dying on both their lips as they noticed him approach.

Narci scowled, but Helix just gazed back at him, her expression apprehensive. Her hand was still bandaged. Narci had said that no medicine had worked on the injury.

Words clogged his throat, each one begging to be said, but reluctant to be the first.

Madeline squealed happily at the sight of the meal, and Swag put her down. She rushed over to Narci, who swept her up and sat her into her bright purple booster chair.

Swag swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Starlight...” he managed.

“I'll set another place at the table.” Helix said.

artists: @captainbaddecisions​ @miasmacaron​ @cardwrecks​

[windy-trickster]

ALSO 01-05 for narcis bc she's girlboss and I like her

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? Answer: By all means, I'm not entirely sure of WHY I picked the name I did for Narcis. But her first name is sort of short for "Narcissist", considering how full of herself she is. 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? Answer: Hm. Interesting one, very interesting. She doesn't really have any weaknesses considering she can do and get whatever she wants, kill whoever she wants. But insecurities? I mean- No? She does sometimes get self-conscious of her appearance, but that's really it. 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? Answer: Her body. She's got a perfect figure and knows it. She makes sure to keep said figure while also staying healthy. 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) Answer: She has no redrom, so blackrom will do. She loves how smart her kismesis is. Brains can be incredibly attractive to her. She also loves her kismesis's body, squeezing and touching the Violet blood woman. 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? Answer: Incredibly sexually confident.

[elizabethospeaks]

Evil boy Nar for the OC meme

Full Name: Narcyz Vasiliev Grey Gender and Sexuality: Genderfluid, homosexual Pronouns: He/him Ethnicity/Species: Incubus Birthplace and Birthdate: Poland, unknown Guilty Pleasures: Doesn't feel guilty about Indulging in Pleasures as he's a bit of a hedonist, but does enjoy dates dipped in chocolate. Food is probably the only thing he gets guilty about. Phobias: He doesn't really have phobias persay? But he has fears of failure, ugliness (his own), being outed, losing his power/influence over his 'turf' What They Would Be Famous For: His power and influence? Nar avoids the limelight for that exact reason though; he keeps himself under the radar - the minute you're famous people are gunning for what you have. He doesn't even spend extravagantly to hide his wealth and is probably more likely to bury gold in the woods somewhere than have anyone know exactly what he has. What They Would Get Arrested For: Losing his temper and comitting GBH or destruction of property. If he didn't bribe or charm the arresting officer OC You Ship Them With: Tygo and @moosethren's Kherus OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Take your pick. He's a moody, ruthless bastard, in theory he could piss anyone off enough 😂 Probably Niraisa if i was forced to pick Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'Happy Endings'. 😂 Nar just prefers stories with a bit of grit. Flawed characters wherein their flaws are obvious, actually affect the narrative and others around them etc. Hubris, tragedies, heroes/protagonists failing despite love and their best efforts. LBR he's rooting for the villains and anti-heroes. He loves Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein. Talents and/or Powers: He's a skilled witch and a talented pianist alongside his incubus abilities. Why Someone Might Love Them: He's passionate and dedicated when a cause takes his interest, a fierce defender of the people he cares about. Spiritual and insightful, intelligent, knowledgeable. Funny too in a sarcastic way. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He's ruthless and often selfish, self absorbed. Bossy and judgemental. A mean streak, cruel, bad tempered, aloof. How They Change: Narcy eventually learns to be less self absorbed; with him you just have to pay attention to what he actually does, not what he says. He learns to be more open with people and lower his walls; eventually to the point of loving someone romantically and letting them love him in return Why You Love Them: All of the above

[adelaidesadviceattic]

A Letter to My Enemies!

So, recently, My mental health has not been so great due to someone's actions. So, I have been writing... Alot! Especially a letter to my enemies. I have found that doing so has helped me tremendously. It helps me say what I want without worrying how the enemy will react. 

( Don't worry lol… they don't know about my blog! )

The following post you're about to read is just one of few I have written. I wasn't planning to share it. This Letter is the BRIDGED VERION! There was no way Tumblr would allow me to post the UNfiltered version. I had written it on a piece of paper and tore it up. Then I decided to share it with you. I don't know why. I just thought it might inspire you to do the same. Write a letter to your enemy(s) I also hope it inspires you to stand up to your bullies. Tell them you have had enough. And remember after every storm, there's a rainbow! 

💜ALW

BTW: When I wrote this letter, I invented a new word: NARCI for narcissist! Use it if you want! 💜

*****

Dear Narci,

Let me start by saying you truly are a monster. Evil, violent monster. I'm no longer mad, but sad. Sad that it has come to this. You walk around behind your mask, fooling everyone into thinking you are a nice person, but you are not. You are a true wolf in sheep's clothing. You have told so many lies that you don't know fact from fiction anymore. You stand over people, controlling their every move, holding the strings. You fooled everyone, including me, throwing people under the bus to save your own skin. It blows my mind that I actually stood up for you, told lies for you. You were no better than the wolves that came after you, the ones that I helped get rid of. I should have just sat back and watched them rip you apart. You are going around playing the victim now. But Winter is coming for you. A cold, hard wind will come and rip you apart the way your so called friends should have when they had a chance. No one will be able to save you or your soul. I'm not innocent either. I should have done something about you the second I had a chance, instead of handling it on my own. I am guilty for being such a fool, of letting you get away with it. I was scared, scared of what would happen if I went to the proper people and asked for help. I stood all on my own while you stood back and watched me burn. I was so blind, I couldn't see right thru you, but now I do. I see right thru your mask you hide behind. I see nothing but a dark soul. A heartless monster, and one day everyone will see it too. The abuse you afflicted on me. The scars will never go away. 

 So I leave you with this: God sees, God hears, God knows all. And one day his wrath will come raining down on you, you will be begging for mercy. You, sir, are a true wolf in sheep's clothing. 

 ALW🔥