#Oddi-Verse

[oddi-verse]

Story 1: The Backstory for The Mighty System Part 1

They were born Sparked. Their cells act like those of an octopus. Being able to change their texture and color and all sorts of things about it, the only limitation being that they have to stay human shaped. But this power came with the fact that human brains are not designed to have that much power over their form. So they looked eerie and never human enough, until they got older. At an early age, they were cast out from their home and forced to live in the foster care system. Because of the abuse they had to endure, this child developed DID at a young age.

Their body used its original power, automatically, to look like how the personality saw itself. The host of the system was Andrew, A smart kid who exceled at school, but really only at school. Causing him to not only be hurt at whatever foster home he was in at the moment, but be bullied relentlessly at school as well. The system had a form of escape, of course. They Idolized the Authorized. Reading comics and watching shows depicting them.

They latched onto the Authorized vigilante Adamantine, who somehow seemed to be able to survive any attack thrown at them. And the child wanted to feel that safety. Their mind created the part “Turtle Master” and with this new part, their Spark ignited again. Giving just Turtle Master the ability to endure any physical strike. Though the abusers still used their words to hurt them, the children in their school still seeing them as an outcast, using any words they could to hurt The System. Not even safe at the foster home they go to, receiving the same abuse not only from other kids but also the adults. eventually the words they used hurt more than any physical violence they could face.

Eventually this abuse gave way to a new Resparking for a Piece of their mind named Lionson, who was born from Andrew's adoration of the Authorized Vigilante Hope Beast, who always seemed defeat her opponents in just a few powerful punches or kicks. This Spark gave Lionson the strength to fight anybody who needed to be fought away. This worked well enough for a while, until Lionson hurt a few too many bullies, catching the attention of authorities.

The got sent to a facility for taking care of and educating potentially dangerous Sparked children. The facility's tests specializing in finding the limits of Powerful Sparked abilities, like those of Turtle Master and Lionson. When they weren't being tested on by the facility they were in the highest security room because of the unstable history of their Spark (the constant Resparking and the power of each one)

While there, Andrew, and the rest of the system made friends with a few of the other Sparked kids who were there with them. importantly, Yuuki and Gikai. Both relatively weak

The constant fear and worry, and need to escape their confinement caused another Respark, this time for Perry, the piece of their mind created by Turtle Master's and Lionson' adoration of the Authorized Rescuer Exbolt, who specialized in freeing people from disasters, always seeming just fast enough to save everyone he needed to. The Spark gave Perry the speed to escape. And the speed to help the other children escape.

For a long while, the children that escaped the facility acted as a gang. pickpocketing tourists and stealing from local shops. Using each of their Sparks to allow them to get away with it. After a few years of this gang being entrenched in the city taking in more needy kids and only taking what they need, The Mayor's office had gotten so many complaints from shop owners and tourists that they put out a request to any and all Authorized Vigilantes to come and solve the problem of the Unsanctioned children running rampant in the city.

Then a team of Authorized Vigilantes showed up. The quickly came up with a plan to corner the gang and take them all down at once. and they did. They captured and sent most of the Unsanctioned children back to the facility that the system had helped them escape from. Every one of them but the system.

after that, the normal kids all went their separate ways. leaving the system to fend for themselves once again. They went years living off the street and barely making it by, until Dexter heard through the grapevine that there were three Sparked children who never got sent back to the facility. He went to investigate the city for anyone who might match the description. What he found was a sorry sight.

An emaciated teenager. wandering the street with fight in his eyes. looking for the first mark he could find. Dexter allowed himself to get pickpocketed by the child, so he could track the child to where he was hidden. He equipped his combat gear on and left to track the thief down. what he found was a group of three teens, living under an old mostly unused foot bridge, none of them were the kid that stole from him. There was a purple haired girl (yuuki), a very sick looking boy (Gikai), and a slightly older boy taking care of the sick one (Andrew) all three very clearly running on their last legs. He couldn't fight them. he couldn't bring himself to need bring them in.

He entered their abode and they spoke: "you are the kids that Facility Echo never got back, are you not?" Dexter tries to be as gentle in his tone as he can, as he knows the dangers the children have gone through "who's asking?" the fear in Yuuki's voice and body language doesn't suggest her to run or hide. Dexter takes his mask off and sets it next to him. "I am Dexter. I would like you to please be honest with me" "You come in here dressed like that and expect us not to be.. nervous of you?" Yuuki says, idly picking up a rock. Andrew whispers to correct her "the- the word you're looking for is wary" she shushes him "leave now so I don't have to make you" Yuuki glares, gripping the stone tighter in her hands. Dexter thinks for a moment. It might be wise to leave them. But then the sick boy might not make it. He made a decision. "I will not leave. I can help you. I can help your sick friend" it was then that Andrew began to shift in his seat. "You think that" Andrew started to speak, in a more commanding tone than before, his body contorting and becoming bigger, more muscular "that's the first time someone's said that to us?!" the second half of the sentence was completed by Lionson, glaring daggers at Dexter. Dexter's face lights up in understanding Yuuki looks at him worriedly and speaks under her breath "you sure about this? You know what happened last time you tried to fight a vigilante.. and I can't really help you." "oh I'm sure. I'll go easy this time." Lionson assured Yuuki before charging Dexter, who simply slips outside of his swing and quickly hits Lionson in the side, making him double over in pain Yuuki yells Lionson's name and throws the rock at Dexter then runs to Lionson, the rock now glowing a bring green, as he tries to dodge the projectile, it finds its mark right on his forehead. it leaves a mark but Dexter doesn't fall. "I told you I did not want to fight you. But if that is what you need in order to get you to listen I will." Dexter sighs as he walks over to Gikai laying on a makeshift bed made of stolen scarves and gloves. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a vial of one of his potions and holds it out to Gikai "take this. Drink it. it should help you feel better. At least for now until I can get you into an office." "What are you giving him!! What're you gonna do to him?!" Yuuki cries while helping Lionson back to his feet. "You've gotta lotta nerve pulling a cheap trick like that!!" Lionson snaps. "How'd you even do that?" he sounds more impressed than angry Dexter answers Lionson and Yuuki while keeping an eye on Gikai. "I know pressure points and a lot of martial arts. also, it is a potion I developed to help people work and improve themselves. Though this is a more pure version so it should help your friend here get better faster than most medicine. it won't be permanent though. We will need a more permanent solution" Yuuki sighs "you're really trying to help us..?" Lionson looks at her, wide eyed "ah you have come around. Yes. I cannot on good conscience leave a group of needy children when I have the means to help them." He smiles warmly at her. Gikai looks to his friends and Lionson straightens his stance, and nods to Gikai. Gikai drinks the potion and sits up "thank you Dexter." Lionson blinks and starts to change. Taking a deep breath as the emaciated boy who stole from Dexter comes to the front. "I'm sorry. I sold your phone already... we needed cash to grab some nicer food for Gikai..." Dexter stands and pats the boy's head "do not worry. I am not upset. I slipped a tracker onto you when you took it so I could find this place. now let's get you out of here." Gikai jumps up and dashes over to Dexter. "holy crap you gotta show me how those potions work! And that Tech in your belt it's crazy! how does it all work!!" Confusion flashes across Dexter's face then he smiles "I'll explain everything when we reach my car. one at a time. this way"

then they left the city. Dexter made room in his home for the group of misfit teens. He did everything he could to make them comfortable. He hid well until he could find papers for them to allow him to help them get Sanctioned. allowing them to live their lives relatively uninhibited.

TO BE CONTINUED

[callmeoddity]

My Oddi-verse

I think I will begin putting my characters and and stories and shit onto my account. I've got a shit ton to work on so it Should be a fun project. I would just like ppl to hold me accountable

[oddi-verse]

I got a lot to get through so let's go one by "one"

in order it will be: Dexter The system (Perry, Lionson, Turtle Master, Andrew, spoilers: Persephone, Void, Maniac) Yuuki Gikai Augustus

Dexter hates driving in the snow and his Vigilante outfit doesn't provide a lot of warmth when on patrol. though he can appreciate it when in down time and warm quote: "It would be better if it did not have to be cold for it to snow.."

the system generally really like it. all for their own reasons. Perry is the only one who doesn't like it cuz it slows him down. he can't run errands without snow slowing him down. and he's not really one to stop and smell the roses. quote: "mmaann stop being cold already!! I have shit I needa do and this snow and ice is slowing me down!!" Lionson enjoys the peace that is creates, and it gets him paid more in his construction freelancing. quote: "it's real pretty. and if nothing else I get paid more when I'm doin under the table work.- wait don't tell Dexter it's under the table.." Turtle Master loves looking at the snow. just sitting and watching it makes him feel very peaceful. quote: "I'm just... gonna sit... and watch.. the snow.... Brew me some tea.. or hot cocoa.. and watch.." Andrew feels so little care for snow. he doesn't like or hate it.. he spends most of his time in his lab with no windows so he doesn't really interact there. quote: "wait is it snowing? shoot I guess I needa send Perry to get my supplies earlier today- wait it's not snowing?? then why the fuck you asking me about snow?! get outta here!" (this question was asked in July.) the rest of the system characters haven't been introduced so spoilers: Persephone loves to explore outdoors and appreciates all kinds of weather in nature because she likes to just watch as nature grows and changes around her Quote: "oh- it's pretty! people don't recognize the sort of beauty that can come from a snowy forest.. the slightly foreboding feeling is so nice to see and feel.." Void loves the snow. he loves the silence that accompanies a snowy landscape. it lets him feel like himself. quote: "huh? me? not Maniac or- oh okay.. uh.. I like it. it's quiet. makes me feel like I'm allowed to actually be myself for once. which... isn't very common." Maniac couldn't care less about snow. he'll keep on keeping on with what he's doing in that moment no matter what the weather is. though he does like pranking Andrew by getting naked in the snow then forcing him out quote: "what? why would I care?! Dex won't spar with me in the cold but Augustus or Yuuki might. there's no weather I really care about. everything kinda gives me a different challenge.. I like finding ways around those challenges... though on slow snow days I'll pull some deviousness with Drew"

Yuuki likes the snow. it's pretty and reminds her of Asuna. as well as the fact that her Spark keeps her warm well enough Quote: "oh the cold weather doesn't really bother me so I just really like how pretty it is"

Gikai's robot body computer systems are protected from the water and the cold keeps the robot bodies running longer without having to refuel as often. Quote: "I like the snow. helps keep me going for a longer time.. pretty? I mean I guess so but you can only see so many 'pretty' videos of something before being oversaturated in it, y'know?"

Augustus likes the snow as much as any weather. he uses it as a weapon to fight and when it's snowing out his non-lethal attacks are much stronger. so he appreciates that much. quote: "awe who put you up to asking me this? Dexter? Persephone?? Logan? eh whatev's, doesn't matter.... my Snow and ice abilities with my Spark are strengthened when it's snowing so I can take people down without hurting them easier.. but I don't really care much for any particular weather... 'pretty'? m8 I do not careee. it's just a part of the sky. I see snow every day when I'm flying. it's just another thing."

how does your oc feel about snow?

[consistantly-changing]

Listened to the Vengeance Saga from Epic and I have some thoughts about Calypso:

So me n some friends were discussing Calypso on the release of the Wisdom Saga which ended up with me reading every mention of her in The Odyssey. When she's told to let Oddy go, she responds by essentially saying "oh so Zeus and other male gods get to take human women for their pleasure but I can't fall in love with a hero?" And points out other goddesses who tried to take human men as lovers (like Demeter with Iasion or Artemis with Orion), but ultimately helps Oddy escape her island by bringing him wood for a raft and fills it with food and drink for the journey.

I wish those moments appeared in her song, perhaps have Odysseus say "I love you but not the way that you want me to" (implying "yes I feel bad for you and maybe we could have been friends but I cannot love you like you want") earlier, and her next verse is her coming to terms with it, saying that she's overjoyed that he loves her back, and even if it's not the way that she wants it's enough for her.

In the book he sleeps with her in appreciation but that can be replaced by him kissing her on the hand or cheek, and that kiss is what has Calypso decide to help him leave.

The next part could be a reprise of the chorus where Calypso and Odysseus prepare for his departure by gathering materials and making the raft, Calypso singing about her love for Odysseus and Odysseus singing about his love for his wife, and ends with Odysseus hugging her or something as a "thank you."

Calypso could have a few final lines where she watches him leave and bemoans that the other gods can do what they want (either calling out the male gods for taking human women but she can't have Odysseus, or calling back to previous events in the musical complaining that the other gods are the ones who stuck him here but won't let her have a happy ending with him) but she can't

[outlawmares]

The gang of the Fallout Equestria: The Frozen North campaign I play in. Clockwise from the top left-- Pepper Spray, Beadle, Oddy Irre, Rime Verse, Doc Wagon, and Golden Opportunity.

Pictured here taking a group selfie. Rime has very little knowledge of tech, so the camera is a scary experience (we try telling her it won't take her soul). Characters belong to their respective players, and are here to save the North... but not for free.

[boardchairman-blog]

2024 Oscar Predictions

Best Picture

American Fiction

Anatomy of a Fall

Barbie

The Holdovers

Killers of the Flower Moon

Maestro

Oppenheimer

Past Lives

Poor Things

The Zone of Interest

Best Director

Jonathan Glazer- The Zone of Interest

Yorgos Lanthimos- Poor Things

Christopher Nolan- Oppenheimer

Alexander Payne- The Holdovers

Martin Scorsese- Killers of the Flower Moon

Best Actress

Lily Gladstone- Killers of the Flower Moon

Sandra Hüller- Anatomy of a Fall

Greta Lee- Past Lives

Margot Robbie- Barbie

Emma Stone- Poor Things

Best Actor

Bradley Cooper- Maestro

Leonardo DiCaprio- Killers of the Flower Moon

Paul Giamatti- The Holdovers

Cillian Murphy- Oppenheimer

Jeffrey Wright- American Fiction

Best Supporting Actor

Robert De Niro- Killers of the Flower Moon

Robert Downey Jr.- Oppenheimer

Ryan Gosling- Barbie

Charles Melton- May December

Dominic Sessa- The Holdovers

Best Supporting Actress

Emily Blunt- Oppenheimer

Danielle Brooks- The Color Purple

Penelope Cruz- Ferrari

Sandra Huller- The Zone of Interest

Da'Vine Joy Randolph- The Holdovers

Best Original Screenplay

Anatomy of a Fall- Justine Triet and Arthur Harari

The Holdovers- David Hemingson

Maestro- Bradley Cooper and Josh Singer

May December-  Samy Burch and Alex Mechanik

Past Lives- Celine Song

Best Adapted Screenplay

American Fiction- Cord Jefferson

Barbie- Noah Baumbach & Greta Gerwig

Killers of the Flower Moon- Eric Roth and Martin Scorsese

Oppenheimer- Christopher Nolan

Poor Things- Tony McNamara

Best Animated Feature

The Boy and the Heron

Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget

Elemental

Nimona

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Best Documentary Feature

20 Days in Mariupol

American Symphony

Beyond Utopia

Bobi Wine: The People's President

The Eternal Memory

Best Foreign Language Film

20 Days in Mariupol (Ukraine)

Fallen Leaves (Finland)

Society of the Snow (Spain)

The Teacher's Lounge (Germany)

The Zone of Interest (United Kingdom)

Best Original Score

Jerskin Fendrix- Poor Things

Ludwig Göransson- Oppenheimer

Mica Levi- The Zone of Interest

Robbie Robertson- Killers of the Flower Moon

John Williams- Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Best Original Song

“Dance the Night” from Barbie

“The Fire Inside” from Flamin' Hot

“I'm Just Ken” from Barbie

“It Never Went Away” from American Symphony

“What Was I Made For” from Barbie

Best Cinematography

Hoyte Van Hoytema- Oppenheimer

Matthew Libatique- Maestro

Rodrigo Prieto- Killers of the Flower Moon

Robbie Ryan- Poor Things

Łukasz Żal- The Zone of Interest

Best Film Editing

Jennifer Lame- Oppenheimer

Yorgos Mavropsaridis- Poor Things

Thelma Schoonmaker- Killers of the Flower Moon

Laurent Sénéchal - Anatomy of a Fall

Kevin Tent- The Holdovers

Best Costume Design

Barbie- Jacqueline Durran

Killers of the Flower Moon- Jacqueline West

Napoleon- David Crossman and Janty Yates

Oppenheimer- Ellen Mirojnick

Poor Things- Holly Waddington

Best Production Design

Barbie- Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer

Killers of the Flower Moon- Jack Fisk and Adam Willis

Oppenheimer- Ruth De Jong and Claire Kaufman

Poor Things- James Price, Shona Heath, and Zsuzsa Mihalek

The Zone of Interest- Chris Oddy, Joanna Maria Kuś and Katarzyna Sikora

Best Sound

Barbie

Ferrari

Maestro

Oppenheimer

The Zone of Interest

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Golda

Maestro

Napoleon

Oppenheimer

Poor Things

Best Visual Effects

The Creator

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Poor Things

Society of the Snow

Overall

Oppenheimer: 13

Killers of the Flower Moon: 11

Poor Things: 11

Barbie: 10

The Holdovers: 7

The Zone of Interest: 7

Maestro: 6

Anatomy of a Fall: 4

American Fiction: 3

Past Lives: 3

20 Days in Mariupol: 2

American Symphony: 2

Ferrari: 2

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny: 2

May December: 2

Society of the Snow: 2

[meatriarchived]

MARIA.

i.   ⸻   general.

name.  maría aurora flores [ beloved; dawn; flower ]

alias⁽es⁾.  ( cc / nosy ) dolores [ sorrow, pain ], aurelia [ the golden one ], rosa [ rose ], among others.

gender. cis female

age. 21 ( verse dependent )

spoken language⁽s⁾. spanish ( first ), english ( second )

sexual preference. pansexual

occupation⁽s⁾. university student, works at a florist shop part time right after her classes end.

ii.   ⸻   appearance.

eye color. hazel-green ( for reference; thomas' hazels are the bottom c: )

hair color. brunette

height. five foot seven inches

major scars. verse dependent. however: scarring from having arm and thigh start to be carved into by thomas. scarred puncture wound from meat hook below ribcage. laceration & gashed scarring all across arms, back. most prominent scar to her, however, is the branded J on left hip, permanently set into skin in view whenever she undresses.

iii.   ⸻   favorites.

color. reds, oranges, yellows.

song. go your own way - f.leetwoodmac / cherry waves - d.eftones / experience & primavera - l.udovico einaudi

food. pizza, caldo de pollo / chicken noodle soup ( mama flores' recipes in particular ), fajitas.

drink. coca-cola / tequila + coke, hot chocolate, agua de jamaica ( hibiscus iced tea ), ponche.

iv.   ⸻   have they   ...

passed university. she COULD HAVE- but in most au's, no. she drops out after the House.

had sex. yes

had sex in public. once, nearly - bad experience w/ an ex.

gotten pregnant / someone else pregnant.  luckily no. but if she ever did, she'd love and adore them.

kissed a boy. yes

kissed a girl. yes

gotten tattoos.  no but she's thought of getting some.

gotten piercings.  yes, earlobes.

been in love. in love, no. has loved someone, yes.

stayed up for more than 24 hours.  yes ( uni's a bitch man- )

v.   ⸻   are they   ...

a virgin. no

a cuddler. yes!! she loves cuddling with people c;

a kisser. yes

scared easily. uh..................yeah fbnsdj my poor summer child-

jealous easily.  no

trustworthy. she tries her best to be :')

dominant. nah not really.

submissive. oh yeah. she loves it.

in love. very much depends on verse.

single. single by default, verse dependent.

vi.   ⸻   family.

sibling⁽s⁾. ana flores ( little sister ) - [ grace; flower ]

parent⁽s⁾. ramón ignacio flores [ wise protector; fire; flower ] & carmen ainara flores, nee rosales [ garden / song; swallow; flower; rose bush ]

significant other. none.

pet⁽s⁾. juniper, a calico cat. & in wilted / shine, two estrela mtn dogs: autumn, or oddy for short & buttercup, or buddy for short. c;

DANNY.

i.   ⸻   general.

name.   danilo ( daniel ) alejo-osório [ god is my judge; protector / defender; hunter of wolves ]

alias⁽es⁾.  danny

gender. cis male

age. newly 23 ( verse dependent )

spoken language⁽s⁾. english, spanish

sexual preference. closeted bisexual

occupation⁽s⁾. trade student training in shipyard welding & hyperbaric ( underwater ) welding.

ii.   ⸻   appearance.

eye color. brown

hair color. brown

height. six foot five inches

major scars. mostly has small scars scattered about from hard labor and work. post-house, depending on verse however, danny has a collection of rather gnarly scars all over to accompany them. in some routes, after receiving a near-fatal blow to the head that gave him a scrawling scar from just within his hairline, down to brow and corner of left eye. and in some cases where that eye has been lost due to the injury, he has some scarring from recovery.

iii.   ���   favorites.

color. blues & greens.

song. separate ways (worlds apart) - j.ourney / pour some sugar on me - d.efleppard / break stuff - l.imp-bizkit / mammamia - m.aneskin / obstacles - s.yd matters

food. bbq anything, arroz atollado ( mother's old recipe )

drink. coca-cola, whiskey & jack, horchata, hot chocolate.

iv.   ⸻   have they   ...

passed university. no, he does trade school instead of uni.

had sex. yes

had sex in public. yes.

gotten pregnant / someone else pregnant.  no.

kissed a boy. yes

kissed a girl. yes

gotten tattoos.  yes - will do an actual post with some at some point uwu

gotten piercings.  no

been in love. no

stayed up for more than 24 hours. yes

v.   ⸻   are they   ...

a virgin. no

a cuddler. yes

a kisser. yes

scared easily. no

jealous easily. no

trustworthy. he really fucking tries to be for those he cares for and loves.

dominant. yes

submissive. at times, depends.

in love. no ( not taking any canon into acct with this uwu )

single. single

vi.   ⸻   family.

sibling⁽s⁾. younger half sister, carina osório ( mothers' second child )

parent⁽s⁾. marcos ignacio alejo, & salome osório

significant other. no.

pet⁽s⁾. none. moves around too much. he loves cats and dogs and most animals though.

[callmeoddity]

I'ma just hold onto this for future Oddi-verse purposes

You're a single human parent of a Elf child, today has you ready yourself for bed you hear them burst open the door with tears in their eye as they jump into bed with you and hold onto you tight, has you comfort them you hear them say through their whimpering and sobs "i don't want you to die".

[stopeatingwhales]

"how come we've never spoken before?" x noel gallagher

why haven't I written anything for noel in ages??????? anyways this was so cute I hope u lot like it <33

Pairing: 1990! noel gallagher x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1.951

Requested by anon x

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“You wanna come over tonight?” Liam asked me as we were walking out of the sixth form building. “Our kids coming to pick us up so was wondering if you wanted to come with.”

“Yeah alright.” I nodded, linking my arm with Liam as we walked out of the gates together. Going over to the Gallagher residence wasn’t an uncommon matter, if anything I was over at theirs at least once a week. Since their father had left the environment was always pleasant, his mum always cooking the best, most delicious meals which caused your body to crave it again each and every day until you returned back for dinner once again. As well as that, being able to spend time with Liam was always an enjoyable experience - him being my best friend since first joining the college, we hadn’t been able to separate ourselves from each other since. Of course, we would have different friends, different groups, but we always turned back to each other - something that I adored most about our relationship; we didn’t constantly need to be with one another to consider each other our best friend. Whenever I was over we would relax in his room, talking about practically everything and everything, sometimes smoking a joint by his window to prevent his mum finding out, even though the stench of it would stick to our clothes like glue - giving it away instantaneously.

After exiting the school gates, we walked for a bit until we reached the nearest neighbourhood of houses, where Noel said he would pick Liam up. To waste the time, Liam brought out a spliff from his pocket, placing it between his lips, then lighting it, him failing a couple times to get the lighter to produce a flame. “Give me a hit,” I said, watching Liam as he quickly inhaled the roll of weed, then passing it to me, a wave of smoke hitting my face from Liam’s mouth. “Stop that you twat.”

There was hardly anybody outside, from the look of the area, merely just the occasional car whizzing past us, causing the empyrean of smoke discarded from our throats to diffuse into the atmosphere. It produced a clear contrast against the skies, which had little to no clouds visible at all. Having a clear, sunny day in Manchester wasn’t something ordinary; it was a rarity, but for the past year the weather had been brilliant, though brilliant becomes unlivable when the temperature continues to increase to the thirties, celsius wise. That’s when the nature of constant traffic, crowded streets and lengthy queues at the ice cream machine disperse into their homes - the sun being too strong it becomes a chore to leave the house. Having the world so silent, hushed, brings another kind of tranquillity to the mind. Watching an inanimate street fixated in the same position, as if it were a ghost-town, encompasses that feeling of being the only person present in the world at that moment, which makes you realise that the life you live is not lead to be controlled of dictated by others - it is yours, and it is something in which you hold complete control over.

After a couple minutes of small talk shared between me and Liam, a small car drove past us, stopping promptly as the windows rolled down, indicating that it was Noel. Me and Liam quickly rushed out of the sun that was beaming down at us, to get inside his car; Liam hopping in the passenger seat next to his brother whilst I occupied the middle seat in the back. “Hi Noel.” I said softly, smiling at him through the rear view mirror, our eyes connecting for a short second whilst he greeted me back, then turning to greet Liam before taking off. Mine and Noel’s relationship wasn’t anything special: we spoke here and there, but since he usually was occupied by hanging out with friends, or travelling as a groupie for Inspiral Carpets, we never conversed much. It was a mere relationship formulated from my closeness with Liam, as manners are important - even if Liam shows the opposite. I was quite intrigued by Noel disregarding his conventional absences; he seemed to lead a life which was exciting and alluring, and was a complete contrast against Liam’s persona from what I had noticed. Liam was more into sports, mainly football, and causing havoc wherever he could (me constantly joining him since he knew how to have an absolute good time), whilst Noel seemed completely consumed by music and the wonders of working with bands. Regardless, they shared some idiosyncrasies, one thing in particular definitely being their love for weed.

Once we arrived at the house, we were greeted by Liam’s mum, who welcomed me in lovingly. “Always a pleasure to have you over, Y/N,” she said as I broke away from the embrace we shared to allow me to take off my shoes. “Liam, I'm going to need you to help me in the kitchen today.” she then said to Liam, whose face then dropped in complete annoyance.

“Why?” he moaned in response, sighing at his mum whilst removing his shoes. “Y/N’s literally here!”

“Maybe because you haven’t done the washing up for over a week, Liam,” she responded, turning her gaze to look at me, rolling her eyes at his demeanour. “Y/N’s not going anywhere, it won’t take you a year.”

After we were able to get Liam to do his chores, I told him that I would be waiting upstairs for him, in his and Noel’s room. Once I went inside, I wandered around the medium-sized room, finding my way over to Noel’s side, especially fixated on the stack of records that he had owned, aligned by the table next to the record player. He had all sorts of bands; the Beatles, the Who, the Smiths, Sex Pistols... All the best artists. The more and more I found out about him the interest I had about him increased. He seemed like a cool older brother to have, and share a room with, even though Liam sees boys in bands quite odd - which is humorous, since he’s practically an entity of his own. Proceeding to pick up a vinyl by the Smiths, the album in particular being the Queen is Dead, I admired the cover whilst grasping it in my palms. The Smiths were the only band that seemed to use the most aimless, but oddy aesthetic images of random men as their album covers - most likely courtesy of Morrissey’s desires - though I suppose is one element which creates the artistic composition of the band, and their music. Snapping me out of the trance I was consumed in, a voice echoed in the room, one which was definitely not Liam’s. “Like what you see?”

Turning around to find out who it was, I was accosted by the sight of Noel, who was holding a warm mug of tea. Flustered, I placed the vinyl back in the stack before taking a seat on Liam’s bed. “Sorry,” I mumbled, looking at Noel whilst playing with my fingers in my lap.

View stuck on him, I watched him walk to his bedside table, placing his mug of tea on the coaster, then reaching out to grab the vinyl that was once embraced by my palms. “You like the Smiths?” he asked, his eyes now connecting to my gaze.

“Yeah I do,” I said, smiling slightly at his question. “That’s my favourite album of theirs actually.”

“Didn’t expect that from you,” He replied back, taking a sip from his mug of tea before taking the vinyl out of its sleeve and placing it on the record player, watching the needle intently as it gently dropped onto the black disc before sitting back on his bed. The title track’s intro then seeped into the silence of the room, paired by Noel humming along to it. “Think their debut was better, if I’m honest.”

“Well preference always matters,” I answered back, walking over to his bed to grab the vinyl sleeve, gazing at the lyric sheets, also taking a seat next to Noel. I felt his stare on me, but I attempted to ignore it as I focused on the little verses of poetry in one of the songs. “Morrissey is such a depressing writer.”

A laugh rumbled at his throat at my absentminded comment. Averting my gaze, I looked at Noel and smiled again. “I’m not wrong!”

“What else you into?” he asked me, curiosity laced in his tone as he diverted the topic.

“Everything else you listen to really, I looked through most of your vinyls,” I replied, watching Noel as his eyebrows furrowed together in shock, my smile widening as I felt my cheeks start to burn slightly - I had never thought that I’d be having a genuine conversation with Noel. “Especially the Beatles, Liam’s told me how much you love them.”

Noel was impressed, and it showed on his face quite evidently. “What’s your favourite album by them then?”

Looking away for a couple seconds, I thought of a response. “Probably Sergeant Peppers. Was their most innovative stuff, in my opinion at least.”

We continued to ramble on about music for a short while, Noel continuing to act excessively shocked whenever I had told him I had indeed listened or liked an artist he questioned. It was nice to finally discuss music with somebody since Liam was never really into it. “You’d never expect me to listen to all of this because I’m friends with a lunatic.”

Another laugh left Noel’s mouth, a smile stuck on his lips. “All he’s obsessed with is football, I don’t even get how you’re both mates.”

“Opposites attract.” I answered back, leaning back to have my back against the wall as we continued to talk. My cheeks began to hurt after a while of us chatting, due to the smile that was unable to leave my lips.

“How come we’ve never spoken properly before?” He asked, walking over to flip the vinyl to side B. “You’re cool.” he added in a mumble, almost as if he didn’t want it to be heard.

I felt blood slightly rush to my cheeks after the compliment fell from his lips, my top teeth clinging onto my bottom lip as a wave of nervousness washed over me. “Maybe because you’re always out.”

A hum of agreement rumbled from his throat as my eyes fixated themselves on the white ceiling. I could see that Noel was staring at me through my peripheral, which caused my cheeks to increase their redness, only slightly. “We should hang out sometime.”

Connecting eyes with him, I admired his dark brown orbs for a second, before I responded. “We should.”

Breaking our moment together, we were welcomed by an exhausted Liam rushing into the room, breathing heavily from his jog up the stairs. Falling onto the bed, me and Noel shared a moment of laughter as we simply stared at Liam’s state. “What’re you lot laughing about?”

Me and Noel turned to look at one another, sharing a gaze once again. There was a specific glint in his eyes which I marveled at, his face beaming at me, only causing me to reciprocate in the same manner. Our stare meant more than what it was, a certain tension was held between us that was felt by both participants. Especially for Noel, whose heart was pumping as if it were about to burst out of his chest, his cheeks a little flushed out of admiration for the girl sitting next to him. “Nothing.” we replied, giggling slightly as our eyes stayed glued on one another.

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

[KISS] Sunday 26 April 1835

7

11 ¼

good kiss last night and not so long over it her own bringing on nothing said fine morning - cold - F47° at 8 at which hour breakfast - A- and I off to the Sunday school our premier essai (walked) at  8 25/60 and there in ½ hour - just in time - met Washington and Mrs Ann Lee at the Crownest gate - 53 girls - A- read prayers - gave me the 1st class (15 girls) W- the 2nd and she and Mrs Anne Lee took the rest - my class read very well- said the collect for the day - found the lessons for the morning and evening service - said 5 or 6 verses of part of the 119th psalm and one of Walt's hymns and read the 24 chapter of Luke besides answering a form of questions on the old and new testament - home (walked slowly) in ¾ hour at 11 ¼ - read from p. 338 to 357 Quarterly Review n°106 published this month - good article on Hope’s history of architecture - very favourably reviewed - at 12 read prayers to my aunt and A- and Oddy and George in ½ hour - A- and I off at 1 27 to Lightcliffe Sunday school and drove there in 18 minutes - ¼ hour too soon - I drove down to Crow nest - left the great plan with Washington and brought him back in the carriage to the school - taught the girls as in the morning - 50 minutes teaching Ephesians ii. 4 and 5 - ½ asleep or more all the time - Mr W- kept the girls to hear them their catechism that we did not go back with them to the school but Ann Lee was to dismiss them at church - home about 4 ¾ - A- a little while with my father and Marian and I staid talking to the latter till after 6 - dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - about ½ hour with my father and Marian - Letter 3 pages and ends and under the seal from M- Leamington – Dr. Jephson has got her 10 £20 shares at the original cost (now selling at £4 premium) in the Droit-wich Alkali Company for little Mariana the first £100 to be paid in a fortnight - so M- wishes to have this sum from me - ‘Do you think I was wrong?’ (to take the shares) - I will not say wrong - but in her place I think I should not have taken the money out of safe hands into such a speculation - M- tells me of a

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bright bay mare ‘with 4 black legs, 5 years old this May, and 15 hands high’ ridden all last winter by a lady belongs to a friend of M-‘s on whom she can entirely depend - price 50 guineas ‘it is perfect’ - debated whether to offer her own horse to me for A-‘s riding - begging to be tired of riding - I do not like a mare - M- does not say where the mare is thorough bred or not - mentions having heard of A-‘s and my visit to York and of my adding if a warmer climate would be of service - ‘and I heard too of ‘Miss Walker’s reminding you just before you went away that you had not inquired after little Miss Belcombe’ how is it my Fred, that this interesting little creature has so invariably escaped your memory - it was the same, even when I was your 2nd self - you know it often grieved me and I used to say you would not forget those belonging to others in the same way - many a time have I puzzled over what it could possibly be in your composition that made you so little interested in what, next to yourself, interested me -  I often searched my own heart but never could find anything there to match with such indifference - In some of my letters I see your complaint ‘is often made - In one I opened a few days ago I found the following sentence on another subject ‘Fred if it is destined that another should take my place, I will wish  for you every happiness but do not ask me my friendship for more than yourself, above all do not ask me to see me again’ - How much of all this feeling is still hanging round my heart, and yet we have met, and Adney sends me her kind regards, and I am on the point of returning them - she hopes to see me some of these days - yes, some of these days perhaps we shall all meet, but we will wait a little, wait till sorrows are rather more forgotten now they are consoled rather than unremembered’!!! and all these sorrows were her own forcing on! Mr L- has determined to give up his house at Leamington - M- is sorry - they may spend the summer at Lawton - Letter also from Mrs Chaytor (Spennithorne hall Bedale) dated yesterday and direct to ‘A. Lister. Esquire’ - 2 years since John Clarke left her service - ‘by no means a finished footman but I believe he is honest sober and good tempered civil and obliging neat in his person, and tolerably active about his work - I am sir your obedient servant Ann Chaytor’ - what has the man been doing these last 2 years? Shall he come here on trial or not? - wrote all but the 1st 6 lines of today till now 9 55 then 25 minutes with my aunt - fine day till 11 ¼ am afterwards several snow showers and very cold - F46 ½° now at 10 ½ pm

[oddi-verse]

Oddi-verse OC 2: Dexter

"Appearance"

Height: 5'5" Body Type: Moist critical style Sleeper Build Hair: Brown Eye Color: Red General Outfit: White lab coat that's kept mostly clean, a black shirt with red designs over it. Combat Suit: A ninja-type suit. pitch back with dark red accents. made out of mass produced synthetic spider silk, making it extremely durable and protective Pronouns: he/him Sparked Status: Authorized (for research)

Personality

Dexter is a very deadpan person. He seems very soulless and cold, but those close to him know that he holds more passion for what he cares about than most people. regularly bringing in people who need help or even just a place to stay for a night.

Sparked Abilities/In Combat

Dexter's cells are the most conductive material in the world. it makes the neurons in his brain literally fire and communicate faster with each other making him the smartest person in the world, and the fastest learner in the world. he uses a combination of his vast intellect and his own skin cells to develop technologies (computers and such) that are smaller and more powerful than any other tech company can compete with. He sells this tech at a high, but still reasonable price point, Despite the low supply of it. he uses his medical knowledge he gained from a year in medical school to make what he calls Potions that enhance the strength, agility, and durability of any organism that drinks them. He sells watered down versions of these at a steal as medicinal energy drinks, designed to help people work out and feel good about themselves. In combat he uses his intellect to set traps and out think his opponents. he uses vials of his blood (both hydrated and dehydrated) to set up long complicated wiring for the traps that he sets. he uses his Potions to enhance his already decently strong body to superhuman levels

Backstory

It took him and his family most of his life to find out that he was a Sparked because the only advantage it gave him in his life was making him think and react faster. This is because the signals that his cells send moved faster.  When he realized what had happened, he got registered as a Sparked. He then started using his blood and other cells to make parts for a computer brand that was impossible to compete with the quality of. All of his connections from that computer brand helped him start multiple tech companies, and he picked up and learned as much as he could in as many areas as he could ranging from biomedical engineering to as many forms of martial arts as he could master. Using his Spark to learn and internalize quickly and easily. He got Authorized to use his spark for research and development, as well as to sell the things he creates with his spark. At some point, though, he decided he's seen enough suffering at the sands of Unsanctioned Sparks becoming criminals and harming those around them. He became a vigilante, going by the name "Redstone Ninja" being inspired by a child he adopted saying his blood kind of works like Redstone from Minecraft. He doesn't just fight Unsanctioned criminals and nothing else. He gives lots of them that he sees are just in need of a way out of their situation as many resources as he can. His vigilantism is entirely anonymous. To keep his loved ones and research separate from his Identity as a Vigilante. This is why he has not gotten Authorized to be a vigilante, becoming Authorized puts all of your information into publicly accessible documents.

[jojoboy3]

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO by $UICIDEBOY$ LYRICS- [VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL] when i die auction off all my body parts lets see what oddy costs under my skull the shotty's cross got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal making so much money it's like my boss is the devil she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering same tale i been uncovering im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw [VERSE II: HALF CIG] Slickity slickity sloth Thug Bach Shoot up the mass It will B minor Jabbing my arm no Pfizer Dick cuffed like it cum with priors Liars, All around me talking hugs and love Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust Fuck That’s some hard mother fucking truth Still contemplating suicide Just upgraded a couple coupes Morally bankrupt Call a skank up To pretend she love me “But I do love you” hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: uhhhh should we? i... that was a lil short bruh [HALF CIG] well fuck, bro [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: can we? [HALF CIG]: i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: i got- i got more shit to say, broke like... [HALF CIG]: well i mean... [RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: what? tell me [HALF CIG]: they saying you lost touch... [VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL] who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch? blame my success on lots of luck but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck call me evergreen your bitched never seemed like she lost touch begging me she wants her jaw fucked withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash use her tongue to collect ash for the stash i guess ill smash pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash [VERSE IV: HALF CIG] Bitch I cheated death Ain’t a thing that I can’t do Manipulation shorty I could sell ice to Nanook I could sell ice to the jeweler I could sell Christ like I’m Judas Self righteous type of a shooter Make my life insurance shoot up Wet screwed up Product of my environment My therapist was talking Freud I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh My dick got no limits I’m master p pimping And making them bitches say ughhhhh [OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG] rain, rain go away 200 on the dash watch me hydroplane gang, gang gang’s all grey from new orleans to ottawa from atlanta to the bay

[a-pretty-nerd]

Okay, Okay

Look, Listen

Shigaraki NSFW SMUT HEADCANNONS

I get it, dom Shigaraki is hot. Cool, whatever, a lot of us simps are bottoms.

BUT AS A VERSE

It is my responsibility to challenge the status quote and bring something new to the table.

Shigaraki is a switch and can AND will take a good pounding every now and again.

ALSO, I do find it a little ridiculous that Shiggy would be a hard dom just because of his character and back story. If anything, I think he'd be wanting to try shit but be would never, ever, EVER, intentionally hurt someone outside of their consent when it comes to sex.

Sex would be VERY intimate for Shigaraki. He would need to trust that person with his life. Which, lets be real, would be really really hard for him and a BIG step.

He would also be TERRIFIED. What if he slips up and his partner is just turned to dust? He's mortified. Refuses to touch his partner unless he feels comfortable and his wearing his gloves. (Glove fetish, anyone?)

Dick size? Oh he's good. I think we can all agree, he's not slacking in that department. But I also don't think he's massive. Probably like an impressive 6inch. But he's definitely a grower not a shower. And he's not tooo thick. He's just the right length and width to make you squirm, but its not going to hurt you.

PRAISE KINK 👏 PRAISE KINK 👏 He just wants to please you. He's desperate for love and attention and affection so please please PLEASE, tell him how good he is. It gets him SO rilled up.

He thinks oral is so luxurious. He just melts the second you touch him omfg you take such good care of him. You don't even have to get it all the way in your mouth. Bad gad reflex? Use your hands and suck the tips, he doesn't care. Although he will lose his mind if you manage to get it all down.

Body 👏 oddy 👏 oddy 👏 Worship. He's obsessed with you. Like OBSESSED with your form. He just, UGH, can't get enough!

I do agree with the majority of Shiggy simps, he's insatiable. Once he gets to that place where he can trust and love enough to get to sex, omg he's absolutely crazy. He can't get enough of you. He wants you all day, all night. Even when he's tired and can't actually peform, he wants you near him.

He's a bossy bottom. Enough said.

He knows what protection is, he knows he should use it, but if you're safe and he's safe, he does not care. He wants it, raw. He just likes it better, he finds it so much more intimate. He won't refuse you if you make him wear a condom, bit he will pout about it.

He loves snuggle sex. Like hold you close, as close as you can get, intimate, loving, kisses, sweet nothings, snuggly sex. Don't you dare tell anyone that, thats a secret between the two of you.

He is fiercely private. Would be mortified if anyone found out about your sex life, even if all you had to say were good things. So SHHHH.

Things he will not, down right refuses, you will NEVER get him to do:

Quirk play. He will NEVER, threaten you with his quirk. Never, it scares him to much. The idea of you gone by his hands would crush him.

Threesome. He's not into it. He's fiercely private, he knows he'd get jealous and upset by it. Sometimes its hard for him to even think about you with other people. He'd be heartbroken to witness it.

I read an fanfiction once, that was actually really well written and the writer seems great, BUT they headcannoned that Shigaraki would be into a rapeplay and I whole-heartedly disagree. I think Shigaraki would feel sick to his stomach if he ever knew or felt like the situation wasn't 100% consentual. I just think he's too much of a trauma victim himself to ever even think about shit like that. Like even if YOU wanted to, I don't think he could do it. He likes making you cry out his name, don't get me wrong, but it'd tear him apart if the whole point was a traumatic situation like that.

Things he'd never do on his own but will if you ask him:

Choking? Kind of? If he feels comfortable and wearing gloves, he will put a hand around your neck. You will never be able to get him to do more than a light squeeze.

Breeding kink/roleplay? Omega/Alpha shit? The idea of actually have kids strikes absolute and utter fear into his heart and soul, BUT the sex part he'd totally be into. The idea of "claiming" and all that Jazz, he thinks is fun.

Most silly roleplay things, he'd do. He'd do the costumes and the fake "oh no! What are you doing!?" Or "whatever will I do!" Shit. He knows it's silly and it makes him giggle every now and then especially if uoir acting is super bad. But he still thinks its fun.

[kiwigoat-art-blog]

Crack ship babies!These are Fluttershy x Octavia kids

Harvest  (20 years old)

Harvest is an artist. They love painting landscapes, they have a very gentle voice, that sound like very sweet and appealing !

Oddie (10 years old)

Oddie is a cheerful little fella, who loves to make people happy. He loves puppets and telling stories with good morals, like sharing and helping others in need. His voice is very sweet to listen to, he’s a great singer too!

Athena (5 years old)

Athena is a darling child, who loves reptiles.She’s vet adventurous and scares her mamas a lot. She loves to study animals and helping them. She also loves crocodiles the most.

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[nightmare-fantasia]

Things I Like to Know About my RP Partners!

FILL IN:

i like to be called: {Oddball, or Oddy. Whatever floats your boat.}

my favorite color is: {Teal}

gender: {Female}

one thing you should know about me: {Horror is my slam, so welcome to my jam!}

one thing you should know about my muse(s): {Zara may or may not have taken a joyride in a blimp in her modern verse. The world may never know XD}

first language: {English}

second language: {Basic Norwegian. Nowhere near fluent XD}

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:  under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+

am I okay with NSFW?:  yes | no | depends on type of NSFW content | selectively

my favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

OC friendly?:  YES | no | depends (be sure your OC has at least a basic profile)

blog:  does / doesn’t contain OOC posts {Rn just let me be a shitpost generator until my motivation returns from the war.}

TAGGING:

stolen from: @fxtelism

tagging: Anyone who wants to do this / OR steal it from me!