#Xaviar ask

[simpystarrr]

What does Xavior think about the scps?

He has different opinions on different scps!

106: Xaviar is kind of afraid of the old man because he almost killed him.

096: He thinks the shy guy is funny when he freaks out over being looked at. Luckily he's never seen 096's face.

049: His friend was "cured" by 049 so.....it's a love-hate kind of thing. He has tried to take 049 from the foundation though! (That is his job after all)

999: He wants to steal 999 and take him home!

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

Lucky and Jenny could have a son called Xaviar and a daughter called Clover X3

Jenny and Lucky and their kids in 035 version and in mouse version in the Gacha Club.

Clover and Xaviar in 035 in the art.

Clover and Xaviar are the same but in the mouse version.

Just in case, I decided to make baby Xaviar also in a mouse version.

Question: Why does Xaviar have dark blue eyes and dark brown skin on his paws, tail and ears?

Answer: He inherited these colors from his dead grandfather Larry, who is the father of Janet. You can find art with Larry in the form of a mouse on my blog, but in the form of Gacha Club I will show you.

And yes, here is the updated third part of Pinky and the Brain's family tree. I'll update the pinned post too.

Interesting fact: Clover is 7 years older than his brother. Lucky gave birth to Clover, and Jenny gave birth to Xaviar.

I hope you liked my answer to your question😉

[hxney-lemcn]

Oopsie — Peter Maximoff x gn! reader

summary: Peter found your fanfic (idk how else to summarize this 💀)

tw: descriptions of panic (possibly panic attack?)

a/n: idk how I feel about this one.

wc: 1.1k

Master List

“Give that back, Peter!” I shouted, standing on my tippy toes trying to reach the notebook he held over his head.

“Why do ya want it back so badly, huh?” Peter asked with a smirk. “What are you writing about?”

I don’t think my heart has ever beat as fast as it is now. I could feel my blood rush as panic coursed through me. No, I didn’t use it as a diary or anything…or maybe I was in a convoluted way? When I felt down or needed to vent, I would write scenarios with my favorite characters. The thought of anyone, especially Peter finding out made me want to change my identity and leave the country. He would never let me live it down and some of those stories were extremely personal to me. 

Panic continued to clench at my heart as Peter opened the notebook, still holding it above his head. Pure desperation took hold of me as I jumped, using his shoulders to propel me higher. 

“Whoa there,” Peter laughed, zipping away to the other side of the room. “You really don’t want me reading this. It can’t be that bad.”

“Peter, please,” I begged, trying to stop my voice cracking from the tears that threatened to fall. His smile fell and he looked at me with furrowed brows. Either he read some of it using his super powers to give him more time or he felt guilty due to how desperate I seemed, but I didn’t want to find out. So as a last ditch attempt, I shot a beam of darkness at the notebook, disappearing into the shadows only to reappear in my hands. Before Peter could utter a word I disappeared into the shadows, only to reappear in Jean's room. 

Jean gasped in surprise. I typically didn’t use my powers that often. I wasn’t a part of the X-Men, but I was friends with Jean ever since I first attended the school, which meant I was basically a part of their group. Having the powers of umbrakinesis, at the beginning wasn’t so special. I could manipulate shadows. Didn’t seem like much. Until Professor Xaviar taught me about my true potential. I could travel through shadows, and even manifest the dark particles into a physical form. It was a good defense, creating weapons made out of dark particles, but I wasn’t the fighting type. So I never really used my powers. There was no need to.

So when I not only traveled to Jean through shadows, but also had the most panic stricken face, she led me to her bed. Her work was left forgotten on her desk. 

“Hey, hey it's okay,” She cooed. “You’re safe here.” Jean rubbed my back as she sat next to me. 

I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. I felt so silly getting worked up over such things, but at the same time it was something deeply personal…and embarrassing. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Jean asked. I bit my lip, contemplating if I could stomach saying it out loud or letting her just read my thoughts.

“Could you just…look?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t rude too. 

She nodded, a gentle look in her eyes. I trusted her with the knowledge of the contents of my notebook. Especially when she’ll see how important it is to me. A scowl took over her face after a minute.

“That idiot,” She huffed.

Even after what just happened, I couldn’t help but vouch for Peter, “He didn’t know…”

“You’re letting your crush on him talk,” She rolled her eyes. 

I felt myself warm at such a blatant accusation of my feelings. She wasn’t completely wrong. I was smitten over the silver haired mutant. I found his dorkiness charming, and he just had the cutest smile. He made it so easy to be friends with him, including me in everything, and not to mention his casual affection. An arm around my shoulders here, ruffling my hair there. It was something I wasn’t used to. Yeah Jean would include me in stuff as well, but her affection was more reserved. 

And yes, Peter can be annoying. Prime example would be his incessant talking. He could talk about anything and everything, yet not say a thing of substance. Which I personally didn’t mind, but Jean and Scott found it grating from time to time. 

“I’m just scared he’s gonna think I’m weird now,” I finally confessed. “I mean…it is weird, but…”

“It's not weird,” Jean consoled. “We all have our hobbies, and yours helps you emotionally.”

I fiddled with the notebook pages, “I guess.”

Suddenly, an urgent knocking sounded through the room, followed by Peter’s voice, “Jean! I think I seriously messed up!”

Once more, a frown found its way onto Jean's lips before she sent me a concerned look. She shuffled me into her bathroom, ‘I think you should hear what he’s gonna say.’ I nodded anxiously, staring at the white tiles as she closed the bathroom door. I sat on the toilet seat as I heard Jean open her door.

“What’d you do this time, Maximoff?” She asked.

I could practically hear the nerves in Peter’s voice as he replied, “I-I swear I didn’t know it was such a big deal. I thought we were messin’ around like usual, but then they started to really freak out. I thought it was just some work stuff…but I read some of it, and I won’t say what it was, but I realized I definitely shouldn’t have read it and now I can’t find ‘em.”

“Slow down Peter,” Jean sighed. 

“I can’t!” Peter’s voice broke. “The look they gave me before they left…I can’t get it outta my head. I gotta apologize, but I’m no good at those.” He let out a frustrated groan before finishing, “I always ruin stuff.”

It was silent for a few seconds before Jean finally spoke, “I’ll give you guys some time to talk it out.”

“Wha?” 

The bathroom door opened on its own and I slowly peaked my head out. Peter stared at me with those big puppy dog eyes that melted my heart and I watched as Jean left her own room. I felt a bit bad that our drama made her leave her own room, but was side tracked as Peter started apologizing rapidly.

“I’m so sorry (y/n),” He said. “I-I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m such an idiot.” He brushed his hand through his hair tensely. 

I let out a quiet sigh, “It's okay.”

“It’s not!” Peter refuted. “That was your personal info!”

I bit my lip, “I mean yeah…but I forgive you. As long as you never speak to another soul of what you read.”

“Read what?” He asked with fake cluelessness. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

A bright grin fell onto my face, happy that he didn’t seem to be judging me.

“But…y’know, just for the record, if you wanna cuddle…” He opened his arms like he was gonna go in for a hug. “I’m always open.”

I rolled my eyes, but failed to hide my amused grin, “Whatever Quickie.”

[4thwallbreakerdraws]

IT IS TIME PEOPLE

Since Kat asked to show off Self-insert OCs for the Blank Script AU, I thought it would be the perfect time to introduce my own self-insert OC to you.

Meet Xaviar Bellon, businessman and employees at Innova Corp. who also works as correspondent between his and Black’s company.

Basic information:

Xaviar is 26 years old, male and goes by he/him. Neck, part of his face and back as well as his complete right arm are replaced through cybernetics. They cannot be removed as they are parts of his body. He’s your typical rich boy who often acts like a snob and putting his main focus on the profit.

Personality:

Like mentioned before Xaviar often comes of as a snob who likes to brag about his wealth. He’s also very cocky to those around him, not afraid to give a snappy comment. However, he’s also a massive coward, immediately losing his entire attitude when he feels like his life is threatened and becoming a nervous wreck. Xaviar does not believe in actions without benefit or rather doesn’t see the significance I’m actions if they don’t benefit him. So love for him is just people wanting to use him or his money, same goes for friendships.

Deep down Xaviar is deeply insecure about his looks and existence. Without money he thinks he’s worth nothing and weak. Ever since he got parts of his body replaced, he also questions if he’s even really human anymore, reacting especially aggressive when someone calls him a robot.

Backstory:

Xaviar grew up in a rich family with two younger brothers. Due to their successful and wealthy status it made them targets in the eyes of people who felt mistreated, gangs and other criminal groups. While his parents always warned him about leaving home without any sort of security, Xaviar ignored them until the day he was kidnapped and held for ransom.

Due to his family refusing to pay ransom, Xaviar was supposed to be killed, but managed to free himself and fight his kidnappers. However this quickly escalated and ended in an explosion that killed almost all of the kidnappers and injured Xaviar heavily.

But even in that condition, his family did not pay his treatment, leaving it to Xaviar to pay everything on his own and making realize then that without money you’re nothing and that it’s the only thing you can rely on.

Despite that however he never founded his own company, instead traveling from company to company who often searched for any way to get rid of him due to his cocky behavior.

His little travel eventually led him to Innova Corp. where every employee immediately started hating him in the span of a few days. However, the boss is too afraid to catch a bad reputation by firing him so this is where Xaviar resides for now. That doesn’t mean however that his boss doesn’t send him to a certain life threatening parable.

Xaviar and the parable:

Before we go into the specific people and how Xaviar thinks of them it should be of note that Xaviar does not like visiting the parable. It creeps him out, it makes him question his sanity and he would rather not think about half the things he witnesses there. Yet he still continues to work there for the money. His job is being the middleman between Innova Corp. and Black, informing the narrator over new business ideas, opportunities and offering some advice.

Black:

Xaviar doesn’t know what exactly it is about the Narrator that creeps him out more. The eyes? The height? The weird heavy feeling he gets whenever he’s around? Maybe all of it. Fact is that the Narrator has his whole respect and attention whenever he grazes Xaviar with his presence.

Stanley:

Now Stanley is another story. His introverted attitude and slightly malnourished look don’t exactly make Xaviar respect him in any way, if anything he’s below him. Still, Xaviar is aware of Blacks and Stanley’s relationship and therefore does his best to be as nice as possible to Stanley in the Narrators presence. That fake smile however immediately drops when they are alone.

The Children:

The stuff of Caviars nightmares. You would have to pay him very good money to get him anywhere near these monstrosities. Unfortunately he had a meeting with one right on his first day in the parable which left him a bit traumatized even though he didn’t even saw it’s face. If anything keeps Xaviar out of the lower levels, it’s them.

The Maiden:

While they are still creepy to Xaviar, he doesn’t fear them as much as any the Children. They are robots, they work on calculations and orders. He knows as long as he doesn’t accidentally get on Blacks bad side, he doesn’t need to fear them. They even protect him. So he’s a lot more relaxed with them. At least after he got used to them randomly showing up out of now where.

Mariella:

Much like Stanley, he doesn’t have an ounce of respect for her, but he stays away. There is something about this woman that makes him think that she wouldn’t hesitate to stab or beat him up right in the spot.

I don’t know Xaviar, maybe it’s because you have a very punchable personality

Other Blank Script AU Self Inserts and Xaviar:

Sies ( @corelex):

Since Sies gives him a similar vibe to Black, he is decent enough to know when to back off with the short jokes. Yet, he also doesn’t get as appalled from her as from the others, as he understands her to some degree or at least what it’s like to be judged based on rumors. He’s also trying to get to hire her as her bodyguard but fails miserably.

Steve ( @xandyprojects):

While the chef is by far one of the most neutral inhabitants of the parable, Xaviar can’t help but get slightly nervous whenever he takes a knife in his hand. Steve’s no food gets wasted rule and his spoiled mannerisms also slightly clash which often ends in him getting picked up like a wet cat.

To you others out there, I’m always happy to let our sillies interact more🫵

Other Fun Facts:

Xaviar loves to skateboard and is quite good at it

Despite his declaration that children are like the plague, he likes them (but would never admit it)

he goes to therapy

Xaviar gets freaked out by fire and loud noises

Xaviar can often be seen scratching or brushing over his prosthetic arm

he doesn’t like looking into mirrors

Despite trying to avoid his family, he still visits their parties to keep up his image

He would scam you

he’s the type of businessman who you immediately shut the door in the face

Xaviars cybernetic face parts can extend into a full face mask, but he rarely uses it as it makes him look even more inhuman

Other images:

Bonus:

X, my self insert Maiden who I’ve been neglecting lmao

WOW YOU HAVE REACHED THE END!! Can you tell who of these two OCs is my favorite? /silly

@blackkatdraws2

[arcs-writer-corner]

Day 2: Trust Issues

“What you scared?” Ex asked as he walked towards the entrance to the tunnels. 

“Xaviar, you know how dangerous those are. We can’t go there!” Xisuma cried out at Ex desperately trying to pull them away as well as get out of Ex’s grasp. 

“Oh come on, there is nothing wrong with a little peak inside. After all it’s for your ‘research’.” Ex said reaching towards the handle of the door that was keeping both their home and the pure void separated. 

There was a pause in Xisuma’s struggle. “Fine.” 

“You always- What?” Xaviar looked back at his little brother who had his head looking towards the ground.

“You always do this…there is never any winning against you.” Xisuma’s eyes shot up towards Xaviar. “Leave me alone!” 

A wave of magic washed over Xaviar as he went slamming into the door behind him with a loud thud. Xisuma sprinting away back towards where Xaviar could only guess to be home.

He- he di-

Menacing laughter filled his ears as he felt the palm of someone’s hand slam against his back. 

He blinked as a hand appeared in front of him. 

“Good job, Ex, really showed your brother who’s truly in charge!” -His friend- The voidwalker in front of him said.

“I-“ Xaviar started as he let the other pull him up.

“Now the little nerd will finally get the hint that nobody cares.” A hand slapped against his back a friendly gesture but one that only seemed to send spikes into his back. “Now let’s get out of here before we get caught.”

Xaviar stayed froze as the other teen started to walk away. 

Xisuma’s magic was never that strong. Xaviar had snuck glances at his brother practicing.

He knew. 

In fact thinking about it no voidwalker’s powers should be that strong. 

Not unless…

Alarms sounded out throughout the entire city. 

‘Breach has been detected. Hostile threats are present. Find safety as soon as possible.’

Xisuma…his brother was in so much danger.

Xaviar sprinted off towards where he knew Xisuma would be. 

Where Xisuma wouldn’t be able to hear the alarms.

Where they would find him.

Where they would kill him.

If he didn’t find him first there was no saying what would happen.

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Xaviar sprinted up the stairs on the hill that lead to their house. It was an old observatory left to them by their parents when they passed.

The highest point in the whole city. The pure void mere inches out of reach but its beauty and terror present nonetheless.

Xisuma had always been fascinated by what lay beyond the confines of their hidden community. Xaviar feared what was out there. 

Xaviar had made it so that Xisuma would never be able to find out what happened that day. The last time the alarms sounded. 

Throwing open the doors Xaviar ran inside ignoring the smoke filling the air within the span of buildings below, the faint buzzing of the alarms sounding being muffled by the buzzing of the void that could be heard through the glass.

“Xisuma!” 

The was no sign of him. But nothing was out of place so for now they were safe.

“Xisuma!” 

Sprinting down the spiral staircase into the mountain was not the smartest of ideas making too much noise. But if he didn’t hurry there would be no time.

“Xisuma!”

“What?” A voice growled out. Annoyed beyond a point that Xaviar had ever think he had heard coming from his brother before. 

“There-“ 

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” Xisuma cut him off. “I don’t want to see you.”

A pang shot through his heart. “Xisuma, please we have to go.”

“Oh not this again!” Xisuma shoved the book he had been holding into his backpack?. With a spin his brother jabbed his finger into his chest. “Oh, Xisuma you have to see this. Xisuma you have to go here. It’s fun. It’ll be fine. It is never true. You see me as a joke. I’m not falling for your so called ‘pranks’ anymore.”

“Xisuma-“ Xaviar started.

“No, I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I-“

The sound of a door slamming open followed by thudding footsteps filled the room.

“What?” Xisuma choked out.

“We need to leave now.” Xaviar said grabbing Xisuma’s arm running over to a bookshelf pulling down on a candlestick to reveal a hidden doorway.

“Xav-“

“Go. Run as fast as you can and don’t look back. When you get to a portal jump and just think about safety. Someone on the other side will be able to help you.”

“Xav-“ Xisuma started clutching the bag he was still holding. 

“Go! I’ll follow after you.” It was a lie but Xisuma didn’t need to know that. 

It was the same lie their parents had told him. How truly cruel the fates were.

Xisuma gave a hesitant nod before sprinting down the hallway to safety.

Xaviar watched as his brother disappeared wanting to engrave the image of his brother into his mind knowing this was quite possibly the last he will ever see him. 

He wish it wasn’t one that was going to be filled with pain. 

He closed the door before walking over to the desk that sat looking out of a one way window. Breaking the side off he pulled out a pistol. One still stained with the blood of its previous user.

“Well well well, look boys. We got a youngster. He’d be of some use won’t he?” 

Ex held up the gun to point directly at the Fiend-Scathe that stood in front of him.

“Now I wouldn’t do that. We don’t want anyone getting any unnecessary injuries now do we?” The being took a step forward as Ex tightened his grip on the weapon.

“Ge-“ before Ex could say anything something slammed into his head. Pain rocketed through his brain as black filled his vision and he tumbled to the ground.

[knuxtiger4]

Essentials 6 and 7, Life 5, Death 1, Sects 7, and Clans 11 for Marina!!

6. What level of Humanity are they? Has this changed over the years they’ve been dead?

Marina currently sits at a 7 in Humanity. It hasn't change much due to her still very much caring about mortals and her mortal family especially. She for a looooonnngg time with no memories hated vampires.

Think ST might need to check back at that though.

7. Which Disciplines do they possess, and which do they favor using?

*opens sheet* She has Fortitude and Protean! She definitely uses both but if you asked her, she loves her Feral Weapons! She also has a few Garou Rites/Gifts and loves the Silver Claws one!

5. What were they most afraid of in life? How has this changed?

Not being a good mother. She cared so much for her children and tried her best to teach them everything but at the same time being the devoted mother she was to them.

She feels she failed Saana the most out oh her children because her ex-husband got his hands on her and basically it ended very bad for her. Oliver on the other hand always told his mother she did her best and he truly wanted her to be around the family despite the risks.

What have they spent most of their years as a Kindred doing?

Running with some big names in the Camarilla! She'd mention her "brothers" were Xaviar (leader of the Gangrels) and Art Morgan (he became the Justicar in our game). Her "sister" is the current Prince of NYC, Helene Panhard.

They all protected her from a lot and taught her how to keep herself in check as an abomination!

7. …the Garou?

Since she is Garou herself, she wants to belong with them too, urges to have her own pack and even learn from them. But knowing she will never get that as an abomination.

She generally is respectful to Garou as much as she can be and respects territory. A lot of this also has to do with her family being full of Garou.

11. …Clan Tremere?

*nervous laughter*

Marina thinks the Tremere are a bunch of annoying perfectionist that definitely have not done good things for the Gangrels. Generally used to avoid them.

Now she is literally dating one that is constantly making sure dummy stays out of trouble!

[robotslenderman]

Top 5 pets, vampire clans and Pokemon please!

I'm gonna skip the pets one because I haven't had enough variety in pets to really make a top 5, but for the other two:

Clans:

5. Hecata

I'm not specifically interested in the Giovanni, but rather how diverse the clan of death is as a whole. Cappadocians, my beloved While I understand while they'd integrate all the death clans into one for TTRPG mechanical purposes, from a lore perspective it actually makes me really sad that that diversity is wiped out by the Family Reunion, and one reason I really like Perry from VTMOfB is that it implies some Hecata actually escaped the blandification of the clan and while they might have gained the painful bite, they continued to have their old banes.

The diversity also basically makes them the clan equivalent of the United States. Outsiders consider them to be one clan, but in reality they're multiple clans in a trench coat that present themselves as one for political purposes. I have never once met an American that said they were from America, they always said Texas, or Arizona, or New York. I like to think that if you ask a Hecata what clan they're from, they'll do the same -- they say Samedi, or a Harbinger, or Giovanni.

Their in-clan politics is probably the same too, which would be hilarious.

4. Gangrel

Yeaaaah my animal boys! The clan that appears to be independent from the outside, but is a lot more social than it lets on from the inside. I like how some clans are actually quite social (like the Hecata above, for instance), and the Gangrel are generally thought not to be. They also appeal to the Aussie in me in that they don't really believe in hierarchy; when Xaviar left the Camarilla, the rest of the Gangrel didn't mindlessly follow him, they spent years leaving, which suggests to me that every individual Gangrel made a conscious decision whether to leave or stay, and most of them decided to leave. Of course we have a few exceptions like Lettow, but for the most part Gangrel are free thinkers who aren't contrarian for the sake of being contrarian like the Brujah, but will quietly make up their own minds and follow through on that.

(And it also suggests that either Xaviar had an ego and thought himself more important than he actually was that he could leave and they'd follow, or that he was actually so in-tune with his clan that he realised once he left, many would follow in the end.)

And touching back on how they're actually much more social than we think -- Gangrel often come across as lone wolves, but they have Things: basically clan meetings/parties where they all get together and do Gangrel shit. Despite their reputation there is an aspect of a found family of sorts in there, and given their other clan traits, it's likely not out of duty, but out of choice. Gangrel who aren't interested just don't go to Things. Gangrel who are do, and those Gangrel have family connections within the clan. And "family" doesn't just mean vitae in this case -- the First Season tradition results in many Gangrel adopting each other.

I mean, I like to think that in most cases of the First Season (where a Gangrel is Embraced and then left to fend for themselves for three months to see if they're "strong enough" to survive), the sire is actually much like a mother deer in that they're nearby and keeping a close eye on their childe and making sure that they actually survive due to strength, and aren't destroyed purely by bad luck, but I also like that Gangrel are less selfish than other clans in that when they find fledglings they just take them in and raise them.

I also like the headcanon that different Gangrel behave in different ways depending on what their animal is, as if driven by that animal's instincts -- eg Gangrel whose animals have litters might Embrace several childer at once and raise them in a batch (wow, the poor sire lmao), other Gangrel might Embrace and abandon their childe right away because their animal does, but others might raise their childer one-on-one and be very involved and have relationships for the rest of their lives.

If you squiiiiiint it might even be supported by canon in a way that's not related to the Embrace. Beckett's a "lone wolf", but the lone wolf thing is actually a myth. They're pack animals. Beckett has a pack. Very few canon Kindred have genuine friends and he's the first that comes to mind. We have our Eagle Prince, Lettow. He loves to fly in a plane and his Elysium is physically high up, where he can look down on the world like a bird.

3. Ravnos

I actually don't have a Ravnos OC (despite having nearly 30 other VTM OCs) and never talk about the clan so it's probably surprise they're on this list, but I think they're so fucking cool. Master illusionists with one hell of a pain in the ass bane? That's awesome. It's so unique, it's so original. It's also a huge improvement over their racist as fuck meta history YIKES

I'm just sad that they apparently get along badly with the Gangrel (although it's hilarious that nobody knows why except the Ravnos and the Gangrel) because they seem they'd complement each other very well, but then, the Ventrue and the Lasombra complement each other too...

2. Tzimisce

I don't actually have that much to say about them, they're just such dicks and I love them, and I love how they have all this etiquette stuff explicitly because they're such dicks. They're a bunch of sadists, so they needed to have strict rules about how to interact with other Tzimisce so that they didn't start shit by turning the wrong Fiend's childe inside out or something, and boom, Tzimisce hospitality was born. I just find that so fucking funny. They might be a bunch of complete and utter assholes but they're not classless white trash, thank you very much!

Lasombra

I just fucking love these guys for two big reasons:

I'm a sucker for social Darwinists in fiction

The whole "technically they're disabled" thing, which is hilarious in light of 1.

So like. For me the Lasombra are a bit of a power fantasy -- as a kid I was emotionally neglected and sometimes outright emotionally abused. I was also neurodivergent. I was on my own. I never got taught any valuable life skills because I wasn't trusted to do shit or fuck by my parents, and other kids wanted nothing to do with me. If I was sad I had to comfort myself because I'd get a "well, what do you expect me to do about it?" or told what to do or told to get over it. When I struggled to do anything... I rarely got anywhere. I always lost. I always came last.

The Lasombra are a power fantasy in that they're in a shittier version of my childhood, where they get outright destroyed instead of eyerolls, and some of them still manage to thrive in it. I could barely scrape by, let alone win, but I was a kid in a highly social collaborative world that had no support, whereas the Lasombra are in an environment where they're expected not to have any and therefore, in a way, the playing field is more even for them because of that. The other kids were well adjusted and had advantages over me because they had parents that loved them and access to help whenever they asked, but most Lasombra share the same shitty childehoods. And they're encouraged to be mean motherfuckers like I used to fantasise about being mean to the other kids. Because I hated those kids, I resented those kids, I was jealous as fuck about those kids and I wanted them to pay for having what I didn't. In my fiction I love to channel that eleven-year-old girl in me who's bitter and angry at the world and wants to fuck it all up and make everyone else suffer so that they are forced to empathise with me in a way they chose not to.

As for the disability thing... they're Lasombra. The world is becoming increasingly reliant on technology. After thousands of years of being one of the most powerful clans in the world, of having a bane so minor that many Lasombra wouldn't have even realised it was there (mirrors were too expensive for most people to have throughout most of human history), they're going to be crippled in a matter of decades.

Fifty years ago Lasombra could do a shit ton of things they can't do today. Pretending that attendants don't exist for a moment: they can't go above the ground floor of many CBD buildings any more, because in many buildings stairwells are kept as fire escapes and the main mode of going up and down is via lifts, and when they press a button nothing happens. At airports they have to deal with the hassle of not being able to be scanned. Their communications suffer because the phone was invented, and then the mobile phone, and then the smart phone, so they're playing Telephone using ghouls or sending physical messengers because they can't contact people themselves like the other clans can, and so can't transmit messages as quickly. They can't even walk through a fucking automatic door!

A few years ago I had severe gastritis and had to mourn my previous able bodiedness after having just got a diagnosis for ADHD and feeling on top of the world because it was getting treated. So the Lasombra watching themselves going from being such a powerful clan to losing the ability to do so many things they used to take for granted... that's something I relate to. Strongly. And it's such a shame that I don't see that loss and grieving explored in canon, like, at all.

And it's also a kind of poetic justice -- they're the social Darwinist clan. Social Darwinists never see social bonds as the real asset it is, only a weakness. And now the Lasombra are increasingly disabled, they're also increasingly forced to rely on others to do things that other clans take for granted.

Pokemon:

These pokemon are all pokemon who ended up being favourites in the various pokemon games I played. As in, they stayed in my main party of 6 pretty much permanently while I might have rotated others in and out. I don't actually have anything to say about any of these, so I'll just share the list!

5. Sylveon

4. Skarmory

3. Breloom

2. Trubbish

Umbreon

[puckoffsdaily]

Hello Houston Hockey!

Greetings, puck enthusiasts and neophytes alike! I am Xaviar E. Novak, your resident scribe, and the purr-fect guide to the wild world of the Houston Puck Offs. You might recognize my name (and whiskers) from my previous stint at The Athletic. While the mainstream might label my hissing retorts to disagreeable comments as 'unorthodox' (or 'bizarre', depending on which critic you ask), I prefer to think of them as my own brand of feline flair. After all, in a world saturated with banality, isn't a touch of the peculiar just what the sports journalism world needs?

My passion for the written word has deep roots, tracing back to my high school days. Ah, yes, the 'Farm Days'— where, as Editor in Chief of "The Farmer Focus", I ensured that our readers got the juiciest scoops on the corn harvest and which rooster won the annual crow-off. My journalistic pursuits carried me to the hallowed halls of Temple University, where I donned the mantle of lead reporter for the "Dungeon of Doom News", offering gripping coverage of critical dice rolls and momentous boss battles in the Dungeons & Dragons society. It was a labor of love, indeed.

Before venturing to The Athletic, I sharpened my claws in the high-paced world of high-school sports, crafting meticulous match recaps and player profiles for the San Antonio Express-News and Free Press Houston. Each step in my journey, from fantasy gaming to the very real and visceral world of sports, has shaped my unique approach to storytelling.

Now, while some might still be licking their wounds after an unexpected dismissal, I've landed on all four paws. The universe has a way of aligning the stars (or fur patterns) in one's favor, and what better fit for a fiercely unique journalist than the newly-formed, enigmatic, and utterly unconventional Houston Puck Offs? It's as if they've been waiting for my brand of 'paw-sitive' press.

In my downtime, for those curious about my non-sports musings, my publication "Faery Feline Frenzy" showcases the whimsy and wonder of cats donning fairy wings and doing mundane tasks. It's a haven for those who appreciate the sight of Mr. Whiskers pushing a lawnmower or Ms. Mittens deeply engrossed in her ledger, meticulously balancing her checkbook.

So, prepare for a thrilling season filled with ice-shattering hockey coverage, dashes of my inimitable wit, and perhaps the occasional hiss. To all the naysayers and doubters, I offer a simple meow. And to those ready to venture into the icy depths of the Puck Offs' journey, keep those claws sharp and eyes wide. It's going to be a wild ride, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Xavier Ramier?

(Im gonna start grouping these together)

Vermin Vigilante: Able to control, insects, mice and Pigeons, (animals that many consider as pests)

Trying to broaden his horizons has found a fascination with Paris' pest population, trying to get people to see them as friends. But when his protest gets mocked, the Vermin Vigilante will step in and show Paris why they should respect their pests

Nathalie:

Energain: Ability to drain the life force of those she touches

Nathalie's condition was getting worse, and she knew she was on borrowed time. So she had one last gamble. Will Ladybug and Chat noir beat this energy drinking super akuma?

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Bob Roth

Mad Midas: Able to turn anything he touches with his Right hand to gold. (and can control anything gold)

Bob roth finds that he is losing money and with his son's decline in the charts its only making more of a dent in his wallet. Ladybug and Chat noir need to fight this greedy gold guy or end up part of his collection of wealth.

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Master Fu:

Master Medicine: Different medicines give him different powers, Enhanced strength, speed, agility, flexibility, durability.

Fu visits Paris when constipation strikes. In Pain, Shadowmoth decides to... take advantage of this old mans pain. Can Ladybug, chat noir and Su-han beat this masterful fighter?

[ask-pinkie]

Ask blog for my original characters

main blog: @pinkieglitterheart

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This is a ask blog for my original characters. It might not be to active and it will take awhile for me to answer.

Some characters might be rude to my other ones or to you if the ask bothers the character. do keep that in mind.

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If your ask is to mature in nature for here I'll not post it here.

rules:

1: Nsfw type asks are fine to send but don't be explicit. and don't send any of this type if your under 18.

2: Sending things to the characters is aloud. however some may be restricted.

3: roleplay on with this blog isn't aloud. this is so it doesn't clog up the blog and all.

4: when sending asks all of them go to the Original version of a character, but if you want your able to send asks to au versions of them as long as you specificity the aus name within the ask.

(your aloud to send them to the original version from in the past to for both au and main canon.)

5: violence or rude asks directed to characters is aloud to be sent. Don't direct it at me however and make it clear it's for a character.

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Characters from different stories like Counting Decades, Royal Blue , and Dollhouse cannot interact with each other within their own canon. Same goes with them doing so with others outside of it.

Having it be a au or alt for when they do interact outside of their story is fine and I'm for that.

if I can think of more I'll add them.

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Character list

In general most of my characters may be open to asks. Some aren't due to them not being to important or I'm not sure how to answer.

Counting Decades character list:

Aden, Jack, Henry, Axis, Alex?, Samuel, Ash, Dex, and Ham.

Roya blue character list:

Klayden, Xaviar , Lily , Izzy, Richard .

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CONTENT WARNINGS

These warnings are in place of things that might be show, mentioned, or implemented. Avoid posts tagged with these if any are uncomfortable to you.

The list may be added to if I feel it is necessary.

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Murder Talk, Death, Violence and Blood

[simpystarrr]

What other gois is her family in?

You're in luck because I have a (partial) design for one of them! This is Samiya's cousin, Xaviar! He's a member of the Chaos Insurgency (formerly MTF).

The family doesn't talk about him

[asks-n-trolls]

* xaviar, d* y*u want an *range? *

|| I'd have +o ask Arveli +o slice i+ for me but yes, I would like one. +hanks||

[papermoonloveslucy]

EDITH MEISER

May 9, 1898

Edith Meiser was born on May 9, 1898 in Detroit, Michigan.  She was an actress and an author who wrote mystery novels, stage plays, and numerous radio dramas. She is perhaps best known for bringing adaptations of Sherlock Holmes stories to radio in the 1930s. Lucy fans will remember her as Phoebe Littlefield in two episodes.

At Vassar College, Meiser began performing with the drama society. She made her Broadway debut in 1923 and went on to appear in over 20 Broadway shows, including the 1941 musical Let’s Face It! co-starring Vivian Vance (top right). The two introduced the Cole Porter song “A Lady Needs a Rest.”  

She made her screen debut the same year (1941) in Go West Young Lady.  She made her television debut in August 1949 on an episode of “Kraft Television Theatre”. 

She appeared on “I Love Lucy” in “Lucy’s Schedule” (ILL S1;E33) filmed on April 28, 1952 and first aired on May 26, 1952. She played Phoebe Littlefield, wife of Alvin (Gale Gordon), owner of the Tropicana. Phoebe teams with Lucy and Ethel to turn the tables (literally) in a fast-paced dinner scene.  

The Littlefields return in “Ricky Asks for a Raise” (ILL S1;E35).  Phoebe arrives for opening night of the Tropicana with the new headliner Xaviar Valdez, just to find the club empty!  

Her final screen role was playing Mrs. Hatchard on PBS’s Great Performances production of Edith Wharton’s “Summer” (1981).  

She died on September 26, 1993 at age 95. 

[talk-to-the-mercs]

**TOP SECRET**

This is a message for certain eyes. If you do not have Alpha Clearance, do not proceed.

I mean it! Shove off!

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Captain,

We have received word, Captain Xaviar, that the mercenary group who call themselves “The R.E.D Team” are creating a weapon against the youngest minds of this generation.

They have preyed upon the public by not only being likable, but also giving themselves up to their games. And now, sir, they are creating one themselves.

They are opening a public Q&A session. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can ask a question, and they will answer it. This is an outrage! They are trying to become more personable, sir, so that incarceration will cause public outcry! They can ask in the comments, in their inbox, EVERYTHING!

Luckily, they are only answering through text as opposed to video. Their faces cannot be seen, and that will cause some form of detachment. At least we have that going for us. But not to worry! I will catch them at their most vulnerable moment, and they shall be shut down faster than a creamery in July!

Your humble private,

Private Tye

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Captain,

I realize it’s been a while since we have gone over the case files, so here is a general description of everyone involved in the Q&A:

Heavy: A Russian who specializes in large scale weaponry. Has a degree in Russian literature. Only eats sandwiches.

Demo: One-eyed Scotsman that has a specialty for both explosives and alcohol. Drunk most of the time. Incident that led to his half-blindness still unknown.

Spy: A snide French undercover agent. Frequently disguises himself during battle. Seems to have a special disdain for Scout. Real name unknown.

Pyro: A maniac who sets off large scale fires. Sex unknown. Race unknown. Native country unknown. Family unknown. Facial features unknown. You get the idea. It seems even the other mercenaries are afraid of him.

Engineer: A Texan that builds most of the machines the team uses. Seems generally docile and logical, but can cause a lot of damage. Is the shortest out of the ten.

Scout: A wise-cracking Bostonian whose main weapon is a baseball bat. Has the lowest IQ, but has above average spatial intelligence. Seems to have some sort of beef with Spy.

Sniper: An Australian assassin. Will kill for pretty much everyone; takes pride in his job. Keeps everything in his van. Has really cool sunglasses and likes to go camping. Has his hat on real low. Man, what I wouldn’t give...wait, you didn’t right all that down, did you? STOP WRITING WHAT I’M SAYING! STOP IT!

Soldier: An American man that’s just a little too patriotic. He claims to be part of the Army, but I can’t find any record of his deployment. Kind of insane, but isn’t that dangerous. Just a little silly.

Medic: A German doctor who had his liscense revoked long ago. Took out a man’s spine for asking him to reheat his coffee too many times. Extremely light-hearted, but will turn on a dime. Unpredictable. May not have a gag reflex or the ability to feel disgust, pain, or shame.

Miss Pauling: Not an actual mercenary, but she distributes jobs and gets rid of witnesses. Usually very optimistic and polite, but is very good at her job. Do not engage. She will kill you.

Hopefully, these will jog your memory on who exactly we are dealing with. I will continue to send you updates on the R.E.D Team’s status.

Your humble private,

Private Tye

[jewishicequeen]

Goodbye and Goodwill(Cassarian one-shot)

"So... you're leaving?" Cassandra tensed up. She did not expect him to come. "Y-yeah, I guess." She put the saddle over Fidella's back, not turning to him. "Rapunzel said you won't be back for a while." His hands joined hers, pulling the straps in quick, skillful movements. She didn't knew he could ride. But then, she didn't knew he was on Rapunzel's side now, at first, either, or that he was the one who really destroyed the red rocks. She missed a lot, appearantly. She'll miss even more now, won't she? "Do you... know where you're heading?" He asked, realizing the answer from her silence. "Not really." She pulled the last strap with more force then neccesary. "Just, out there, I guess. Off to find who I am." "That's... good." He said, hesitantly, letting his hand drop beside her. She looked away, toward the stable's door. Into the unknown, the vast world. Where she can find herself without being overshadowed, and without... people looking and... and those looks of shame and anger and this gut-eating guilt... "Xaviar's got some good sleeping potion. Go through his shop before you leave- it helps with... you know." Varian's voice cracked and slowly faded. Cassandra swallowed, climbing Fidella. "I don't trust some magic formula with my mind." She stated, more confident then she felt. "Besides..." she shook her head. "I deserve them." "Yes, you do." He said, his hand brushing her's. "But you'd do good to nobody by not taking care of yourself. Believe me-" he laughed bitterly, "-I've tried." "So what, just ignore everything I've done? All the people I've hurt?!" She snapped at him, pulling her hand away. "I didn't say that." He said, clearly hurt. "And... it's not like they'll let you forget it, either." She finally looked down at him, meeting his blue, stern gaze. His eyes were deep, full of sadness and wisedom and surprising strength that shouldn't be in the eyes of a 17-years-old boy. While his frame was still short and his face childish, those eyes looked years old- too mature, for a boy. She'd never had that look. "Come with me." She said, on an impulse. "We can start again together, in a place where no one know about us or what we did." He shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "I already found my home, Cass. I belong in Corona." "As a formar traitor?" She asked. "Varian, half the kingdom won't even see you as trustworthy. You know that." "I know." He shrugged. "But, it's, it's their right to see me like that. I won't trust me, either." She stared at him, at those huge eyes surrounded by black circles of sleeplessness. She heard from Raps that he was too brave- or too stubborn- to let people's gazes bother him. Rapunzel showed it as an example- that Cass can have good life here, too, that she can stand it. All cass saw in it was that she could never stand such fate. "How?" She asked, leaning down to snatch his hand in hers. From the back of the horse, she was ridiculosly higher then him, absurdly so. He was so much greater then her. "How do you suffer this, the looks, the whispers?" She asked desprately, tears streaming from her eyes. She wanted this answer, how, how could he live with it, being a hero and yet be called a danger, a threat, to have parents move their children to the other side of the road and tell them to stay away from you. How could he stand it? How? He smiled, gripping her hand. "The people need a bad guy. And I, I took that role myself." It was unfair. It was so unfair. Cassandra maybe put all of Corona in danger, but only a handful of people outside of Rapunzel's close circle of friends knew that! Most of Corona never knew of it all, they just run when they were told to, they never got a good look of her or the details of the story. Varian was just a teenager, but the entire kingdom knew his name, and not for a good reason. While he worked to save his father, she acted from completely selfish reasons. And yet, he'll be the one to be remembered as a villain, while she, by most of Corona, will only be remembered as Rapunzel's friend. And some friend, that was. "Goodbye, Cassandra" Varian smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go gently. "I hope you find what you're looking for." "You too." She said, her voice cracking, because it was unfair, unfair, unfair. "I expect to hear of your great inventions, Mr. Royal Scientist." He smirked, and preformed a mock bow. "Well, m'lady, I'll certainly do my best." He rose up and petted the horse's neck. "Sure gonna miss Fidella during that time, huh, girl?" He robbed the animal's nose affectionally. "Don't forget to write from time to time, Cass." She raised her hand to her neck, to touch the familiar weight of a purple necklace. "I won't." She promised. "And you... offend Eugene from time to time for me." "Will do." He laughed. "Then... I guess this is goodbye." She kicked the horse's side, starting a light walk, and turned Fidella as they reached the stable's door, looking at him one more time. "Good bye, Cassandra." He said, waving awkwardly. "Good bye, Varian." She smiled, turning the horse again toward the outside, before an idea struck her. "I already told you!" She called, as Fidella broke into cantering down the hill. "Call me Cassie!"

[arcs-writer-corner]

Day 3: Set Up For Failure

Ex stared at the doorway that stood in front of him. Normally he would not care about barging straight into Xisuma's place, but something today just felt...wrong.

A shift in the air potentially or maybe something else.

He didn't know but as he had been walking along the path that weaved its way through and around all the innovative and creative buildings that were each so different yet still fit together. He could tell he was not the only one who felt it.

Past yells and glares had turned to glances and wariness.

Something was wrong and he needed to figure it out.

He didn't care for any particular reason on what was going on per say it was just curiosity.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Taking a deep breath ignoring the itching, nagging, overwhelming urge to run and hide.

He opened the door.

“Xisuma, you in here?” He called out knowing that his brother was somewhere tucked away, but where exactly was a mystery.

There was no answer. He could have figured as much. A trickle of thought floated through him mind.

If he and his brother’s so-called hermits could feel something wrong. His brother no doubt did as admin.

Just how serious was this threat that managed to sneak its way into the server.

Trailing through the build, its homey feeling leaving an empty and strained feeling within himself.

Something pulled at him telling him that he should be here.

This was home.

But it was not. It wasn't home and with his relationship with his brother it never would be.

Pictures decorated the walls, blankets thrown about, dishes and papers all laying around.

He wanted this.

He wanted this life more than anything. He would say it was all their fault for twisting him into this distorted, wicked being.

But that was not the full truth. HE had pushed himself onto that path.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked from behind him.

Xaviar turned to see the weariness and stress that pulled at his brother's features. He held a steaming cup in one hand and a tablet in another.

"You look awful."

Xisuma raised an eyebrow at him before setting down his mug narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know why it shows that there is a strand of corrupted code that is trying to corrupt the server that is extremely similar to the code that appears whenever you break into the server?"

Ex Xaviar blinked at that; he knew he left some code trace when he entered servers. But corrupted? that was unsettling. It was too much like something they would do.

"I don't know what you are talking about, X." Xaviar replied taking a few careful steps forward.

"Of course. Of course, you don't." Xisuma dragged a hand over his face, his eyes flicker purple before going normal again. "When have you ever known anything other than making my life hard?!"

"Xisu-"

"NO." Xisuma jabbed a finger at Xaviar's face. "I'm done with your games. You lie. You make me believe things are my fault. You say this isn't you, but your code signature is on the corrupted code!"

Xaviar glanced at the tablet, the code pulled up on it.

Xisuma was telling the truth. Highlighted as clear as day was his code signature.

But this was NOT his doing.

"Xisuma-"

"I- I just can't with you." A look of sorrow fell over Xisuma's face before he typed something into his tablet.

A sizzling feeling filled him up inside. An uncomfortable feeling screaming danger, to get out, to leave, he didn't belong here.

He was-

A long thud filled the air and Ex's eyes flashed open.

Xisuma's tablet laid on the ground, the member list pulled up, but lines of code trickled across the screen.

Ex gently picked up the tablet.

Words flashed across it as he touched it.

THE GAME HAS BEGUN WE ARE NOT GOING TO PLAY NICE THIS TIME LITTLE VOID