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[fedoraspooky]

So if Charlie's always hungry, does is hurt? :( Is he always in some state of starvation?

While most meal portions for humans are on the smaller side for him, I wouldn't say he's starving as long as he gets regular meals. Hunger's a common nagging annoyance, but not to the point of pain as long as he gets something, making it primarily only an issue in Cryptids while he's roughing it. Usually, as long as he's not missing meals or anything he can kinda just tune it out most of the time.

Yes, food affordability is an issue for him and his adoptive fam since he needs more of it, and it's probably something he struggles with for a while as an adult when he's on the hook for buying his own food on a paltry income, but while he burns through it faster it'll probably take more than eating smaller portions or skipping a few meals for him to keel over dead or anything like that. He probably learns how to make stuff on the cheap.

The main thing it affects is his energy level, which the lab was probably counting on in order to recapture him in a weakened state. Unfortunately for them, they weren't expecting anyone else to take him in and/or give him a decent, regular source of food, so :B that kinda threw a wrench in that plan. Sucks to be them I guess lol

[signatureclub57]

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[ruppisresort]

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

some words for worldbuilding (pt. 1)

Air

billow, breath, bubble, draft, effervescence, fumes, puff, vapor

Arena

aquarium, bazaar, coliseum, field, hall, mecca, stage

Building

abbey, architecture, armory, asylum, bakery, bar, booth, cathedral, club, construction, court, department store, dock, edifice, emergency room, factory, food court, fort/fortress, framework, garrison, greasy spoon, hacienda, hangout, headquarters, hotel, inn, institute/institution, jetty, laboratory, mansion, mental hospital, monastery, mosque, museum, nursing home, office, pavilion, penitentiary, plant, prison, rampart, repository, ruins, sanctuary, shrine, skyscraper, stockade, storeroom, structure, temple, theater/theatre, treasury, warehouse, wharf

City

capital, metropolis, town, village

Furniture

altar, banister, bench, booth, bunk, cabinet, chair, couch, crib, davenport, dresser, furnishings, futon, jetty, lectern, partition, perch, platform, pulpit, rail/railing, screen, secretary, stand, wardrobe

Geographic division

area, county, desert, dynasty, kingdom, outskirts, quarter, sector, suburb, territory, tract, zone

Habitat

abode, ecosystem, environmentalist, habitat/habitation, harbor, home, land, nest, paradise, premises, refuge, settlement, tent

Habitat, human: accommodations, apartment, barracks, cabin, castle, condominium, convent, domesticity, dungeon, element, encampment, estate, grange, hacienda, home, house, housing, hut, jail, lodging, madhouse, monastery, neighborhood, old country, palace, prison, reservation, resort, sanctuary, shanty, suite, vacancy, villa

Habitat, rural: barn, burrow, conservatory, desert, farm, forest, grange, jungle, sanctuary, wilderness/wilds, wood/woods

Land

abyss, avalanche, bank, bay, bed, bluff, campus, cape, cavern, cliff, compost, cove, crevice/crevasse, dirt, downgrade, dune, elevation, estuary, expanse, field, fossil, garden, glacier, gorge, green, ground, gulf, harbor, hillock, inlet, knoll, landscape, lawn, lot, marshy, menagerie, mine, moat, mound, mountainous, nature, outlook, park, patio, pit, plateau, plaza, porch, prairie, projection, property, quagmire, ravine, ridge, savanna, shelf, soil, stack, table, trench, tundra, valley, well, wood/woods, yard

Nation

country, home, land, nationality, soil, state

Personal item

adornment, amulet, beads, best-seller, briefcase, cache, cargo, charm, contraceptive, disguise, effects, equipment, favorite, gem, glasses, handbag, jewelry, knickknack, luggage, marionette, memorabilia, necklace, novelty, object d’art, odds-on-favorite, paraphernalia, pledge, possession, pride, puppet, purse, resources, ring, souvenir, stuff, supplies, sustenance, thing/things, trappings, trifle, valuable

Planet

cosmos, Earth, galaxy, moon, planet, sphere, world

Region

capital, commonwealth, quarter, region, settlement, suburb

Room

alcove, attic, bath, bedroom, boutique, cellar, den, enclosure, foyer, gin mill, hall, lavatory, loft, outhouse, parlor, restaurant, saloon, shop, stage, store, tenement, theater/theatre, vestibule

Shape

angular, beaten, billowy, checkered, concave, conical/conic, crescent, curly, deformed, elliptical, flat, gnarled, kinky, misshapen, obtuse, round, shapeless, spiral, straight

Vehicle

camper, conveyance, motorcade, transport

Vehicle, air: aircraft, armada, blimp, dirigible, helicopter, shuttle, UFO

Vehicle, land: ambulance, bicycle, car, cherry-picker, dolly, excavator, model, traffic, truck

Vehicle, water: armada, boat, craft, fleet, sailboat, yacht

Water

abyss, aqueduct, basin, beach, blackball, brook, cape, channel, condensation, creek, deep, estuary, fountain, gulf, heading, inlet, lake, oasis, pond, promontory, reservoir, sea, spray, strait, tide, wash, wave, whirlpool

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[chundashikaroudi]

Unwind at a Luxury Lake View Resort near Udaipur

Udaipur is one of the most beautiful cities in India, and it's easy to see why. With its majestic palaces, tranquil lakes, and lush gardens, it has become the country's top destination for those who seek luxury and relaxation. But if you want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoy some peace and quiet, then a lake-view resort near Udaipur is what you need. Let’s explore why this is such an appealing option for travelers looking for a memorable stay.

A lake-view resort near Udaipur will give you an unparalleled experience of beauty. As you look out from your hotel room, suite or villa, you will see a shimmering lake on one side and lush green hillsides on the other. In addition to this breathtaking scenery, many resorts offer rooftop terraces where you can watch the mesmerizing sunsets over the lake while sipping a refreshing drink. 

Most lake-view resorts near Udaipur are equipped with modern amenities that will make your stay comfortable and luxurious. Many offer multi-cuisine restaurants with delicious food prepared by experienced chefs. You can also choose from a variety of activities like boating or jeep safaris to spice up your stay.

Staying at a lake-view resort near Udaipur is an experience like no other — one that will leave lasting memories that go beyond just luxury amenities and breathtaking views! Make sure to take advantage of all the experiences on offer so that when it's time to bid farewell to this beautiful place, all that remains are happy memories to cherish forever!

Chunda Shikar Oudi is the best lake-view resort near Udaipur. It not only offers amenities, but it also offers experiences, making it a great place for a memorable vacation!

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Somnophilia smut with Sol? Reader doesn't wake up (Tʖ̯T)

No Rest for the Wicked (Sol x MC/Reader - Somnophilia Smut)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING TO THE STAGE, YOUR FAVOURITE TKATB WRITER !!!

SKY FORTRESSES AND BURNING CITADELS, WITH A LONGTIME-AWAITED, PROMISED SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA S.M.U.T.!

*bows*

Anyway, just a reminder this is rape, non-consented, probably slightly OOC, and I'm a (slightly more than) tad rusty in writing. I've also never written smut before, so do give feedback if you deem it necessary. Toodles, my sexy motherfuckers.

You could even say I came back with a bang. ;)

P.S. Also the M/C is written as a virgin in this, if your character isn't then congratulations! They hid their previous sexual escapades impeccably well, for Sol to not know.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Wicked: evil or morally wrong.

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The room was pitch black, so heavily ensnared in the gaping shade of the darkened night that even shadows disappeared under its tarlike veil. Any ordinary, random burglar would be blindly stumbling about like an idiot, if they happened upon your apartment with…impure intentions.

Sol wasn’t a burglar, and he was definitely not ordinary. He wasn’t a mindless passerby on the streets, with a forgettable face and unassuming nature. Sure, he acted the part well, played the weak-minded shy kid well. But that act, that mask? It’s for the faces that litter his vision, that plague his sight and try to distract him from his goal, his mission, his messiah.

Faces that exist as a way to try and deter him from his forever, from his life and his bride, from his venerant Annabel Lee.

You.

He’s saving his true, adaptable, self for you. He’s willing to morph into anyone for you, alter himself, hurt himself if you so merely asked!

You could ask him to kill for you and he wouldn’t even blink until said soul was eviscerated; and their body exsanguinated and dumped in an outskirt lake.

He was the only one for you, your only soulmate, your only lover, your only.

So why did you always neglect him? Ignore him; spend time with him as a last resort, all in favour of that insignificant bastard-born slug?!

What did he have that Sol didn’t? Hmm? 

The queries began to flood his mind, onslaught his body. He barked out a laugh, a cold, brisk sound that reverberated across the walls, before cruelly biting the skin of his knuckles.

Hush, can’t have you wake up now darling, not when you’re so serene and at ease.

He didn’t want to do anything bad to you, of course not, he loves you…! But even the best of lovers need to be taught a lesson…or seven.

Boots softly thud against your floor, their path marked by years of memory and intuition, and like normal, he makes his way to your bedside.

Sol might not be able to see you, but he doesn’t need to. He already knows how you sleep, he remembers the precise dosage of medication he needs to do this…he’s all set…

Yet the longer he stands there, the more time ticks by him, gently ageing you both second by second closer to a fated death, he was struck by an epiphany:

Why the fuck should he settle for this? He’s been in the darkness long enough.

The kid at the back.

The afterthought.

The forgotten face of the world.

If Jericho Ichabod gets to see you…then so shall fucking he.

In a bout of ornery, he ditched his boots and marched into the lightless expanse of your lounge. He knew you had a torch hidden somewhere, might as well finally make use of it. 

Like he will of you.

Most people would’ve already ditched or aimlessly clambered around; but Sol wasn’t most people. He knew your residence inside out, all of them.Each place, grandiose or minimalistic, apartment or house. No matter where you go, he’s always watching, tonight’s just a little more…intimate, a touch closer than his usual escapades.

His hand softly searched the drawers, each soft click sent a thrilling chill down his spine, his body shuddered as he tactfully manoeuvred his way about the room. His fingers casually map each surface, fondling for anything remotely cylindrical…until, after what felt like millenia, he finds it. How lucky.

A lava lamp. Bright enough to see you, dim enough to not awaken you; and look at that…it’s red, like his eyes, like his lips…like his cock.

Were you thinking of me, beloved?

With methodical steps, silent as the grave, he strode back to you, placed the lamp in the closet door…and by God’s holy grail was he once more rendered stunned.

The soft crimson rays paint your frame in a way he prayed to one day replicate, with his own blood, perhaps? Paint wouldn’t be enough to perfectly capture your divine essence. 

Your lips look so fucking good. 

He wanted to have you so damn badly it hurt.

And he would’ve…until something crossed his peripherals.

A small photo, about the size of his palm, lay tucked away on your bedside drawer.

To say Sol was intrigued by this was an understatement, and his bubbling wonder continued to froth as he took in the details of this quaint square and halted. 

All intrigue turned to rage, white and hot like his flesh and it pelted his mind like hail on an abandoned car; before an idea, comical as it was repulsive, crept into the depraved depths of his mind.

What better way to avenge himself than make the whore see? See how much better he is, both in appearance and in bed?

A lifeless grin moulded into his face, Sol positioned the photo to ensure it stared right at him; The slug isn’t worthy of seeing the pretty things you’ll do; he thought.

He bored his eyes into ones of disgusting cobalt, before turning down to the grandest feast of his life.

Slender fingers, corpse-like in colour, caressed your face, measuring once more the map that is your body, his eyes hungrily raking over your sleeping form.

Against his better judgement, he lowers his head and drags his tongue, languid and unhurried, across your neck, his teeth softly rubbing across your zen pulse. 

He swiftly rose up, his face burning and his breaths stuttering; all the while his cock —  like the night before, and the one before that — began to fucking ache, straining horribly against his pants, almost begging to be allowed freedom from its constant confines. 

The urge to tear off your clothes and piston himself so deep inside you that your body would refuse any other dick was so tempting. The mere thought made a small wet spot appear, yet Sol would take his time, after all, this was merely you making up for teasing him, right?

Fuck it.

In one swift motion, he’s at your side, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his hand casually dived under your shirt, worming its way towards the mounds that lay atop your angelic heart; but you couldn’t possibly blame him, they’re so malleable and beautiful; just like you!

He inhaled sharply, before closing his eyes and stifling a pathetic whimper.

You smell so fucking good.

His whole body was like a bomb, ticking away until either his time runs out and he leaves to care for himself elsewhere, or until he allows himself to… indulge.

If Ichabod got to revel in your presence, then so shall he.

“Mhh??”

Shit.

He froze, his body arched over you, his hoodie half off, exposing his burnt abdomen, carmine circles and purple dots peppering him like seasoning. 

Ahh…you told me I was beautiful in your eyes once…but I won’t risk you rejecting me from these, darling.

Another reason why he loved you oh-so much. You’re so pristine, so pure, so perfect that it stung. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t remotely close to reaching the bar of whom someone like you should have; but he didn’t care anymore. You were here, beneath him.

And he was going to have you if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Soon enough, his mouth returned to your pulse, suckling on the throbbing flesh and his teeth cautiously caging the arteries, until a mark — angry red like the burns that paint his skin — started to blossom.

His hand inched up your breast, the pads of his chilled fingers encircled your areolas, the nips hardened and prodded at him, begging to be pleasurably satiated — and satiate he inevitably would.

He swiftly moved to straddling you, this time in entirety, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on your torso. When you’re lying so prettily before him it was almost too easy to forget how much bigger than you he was, how small and dainty and delicate you were compared to him.

Using his other hand to lift your nightshirt to your collarbones, Sol redirected himself fully to your breasts, his teeth grazing over the buds before rapidly digging them into the warm fat, his nails clawing at your sides like they were pencils upon a blank canvas and the artist had the eureka of a lifetime.

His face felt torrid, his whole body felt like it’d been set ablaze and he’d barely started.

Look at what you’ve turned me into, but I’m not complaining, how can I?

Sol suddenly wished he was a snake, so he could coil around your body forever, his fangs lodged in either your neck or tits, while his tip would remain buried so deeply within you that you’d forget what it meant to move normally.

But hey, he could still do one of those things. The drugs are significantly stronger this time.

As if to test the waters, he delicately shifted your blouse off of you, tossing it somewhere else on the bed whilst he — perverted as he knew he was — admired your figure, his hands mellowly brushing your arms and kneading your curves, wanting to ingrain this image of you for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. How are you so pretty?”

His cock was shrieking now, hell, he was struggling to contain himself. But he could hold off a little longer, right?

No. No I can’t.

His hands weren’t even his anymore, by the time he’d ceased gazing at you, his belt was being yanked out and he was aggressively tugging his pants down, a sharp slap! bouncing off the walls as his dick emerged from its confines, dribbles of translucent white steadily seeped out the shroomy head. 

He inched closer to you, deciding to fully ditch his clothes as he tenderly brought your hands into his. He covered them each in kisses, suckled on your fingertips, before guiding them towards his throbbing crotch, your fingers tightly clutched onto it; it’s like you’ve wanted this as much as him!

Shit. Fuck. Fuck you’re so pretty.

Blanketing your fingers with his longer ones, Sol slowly pumped himself into your palm, his whole body almost falling on top of you with how violently he shook at the sheer magnitude of carnal pleasure that coursed through his veins.

A pitiful whine emitted from his tongue as he commenced vigorously propelling himself into your hand, the drastic change in speed and temperament making the sensations nearly overwhelming. 

It forced him to hold his weight up over you; like his arm was a pillar to a divine shrine, one that he deems you more than worthy of. But he supposed this is the best way to be close to a god, to worship a god.

Shit, I love you. I love you so much, you don’t know how crazed I get when it comes to you.

Sol turned to the small picture of Ichabod, before looking respectlessly at the view under him, and smirked.

From his nigh-omniscience when it comes to you, Sol knows you’ve never had sex, and he’d be damned if your first would be Crowe.

He continued to piston himself into your palm, contemplating whether he should move on…elsewhere, while he could. 

Your hands weren’t gonna be enough, he wanted Ichabod to see him fucking you, making love to you; you didn’t have to be conscious, you’d still love him either way. 

Sol relished in the thought, as his thrusts grew erratic and variable, his abs clenching and his arms locking in as he prepared to release, to paint his magnum opus — to paint you white with his cum.

I love you, I love you so much, I want you so much, you’re everything to me IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

He moaned, gripped your hand and placed a messy kiss to your lips, using his other appendage to pump faster and faster, until his body physically stuttered into it —  until his whole being shattered, and a fountain of his sperm splattered onto your skin, leaving your body glistening under the vermillion light of the lamp.

But Sol wasn’t done this time, for how could he be? He had to make sure nobody got to you before he did.

He kissed you again, his tongue diving into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern, his hand — the one that formerly served as a buttress — coming down to the band of  your shorts, his fingers gently prying them down with your panties, and judging by its appearance, it was one of the few he hadn’t touched — how cute. It’s like you wanted him to gather every garment that’s pressed against your core, that felt your slick as you touched yourself.

Gah, the thought of your fingers buried inside you, toying with your clit, playing with your tits.

Anything you do arouses him, but the thought, oh fuck him, the thought of you using yourself whilst thinking of him — like he about you — makes him feral.

Without even thinking, he plunged two digits into your pussy, silently (s)creaming at how smoothly they entered. 

Your body knows it’s mine, hahah! Fuck…you’re hot.

Pressing a thumb to your clit and his other hand over your mouth, Sol feels himself going sexdrunk, watching in slick satisfaction the squelches and pretty little Os your hole made around him, trying to crush his bones and slurp them into its warmth, as if it wanted him there forever. Not that he mind, he’d curl up inside you and live as your sentient sex toy if he had his way.

He sighs, his cock turning a brutal shade of red as his eyes observe the beauty that lay within how well cocooned he is inside you, and that’s with his fingers!

Repositioning your wrists so that he could comfortably hold them in one of his own, he redirects his attention to your pussy, thrusting with vehement pleasure into your depths, feeling your wet rapture on his skin, and his pace only increases; like fire on drywood.

The flames of his lust for you, the burning pyre of his love for you, it wasn’t enough in his eyes to see you so shortly each night. It shouldn’t be normal for him, he wanted to take you, to have and hold and love and worship and admire and caress you each day and night, for all his life until both of your ephemeral existences fell by the threads and you both lie in a shared sepulchre next to the sea.

He goes faster, his thumb circling the fleshy nub with affection, a small whimper stirring from your lips.

“Mh…C-crowe?”

Sol ceases, ears alert, eyes widened as he realised whose name you uttered.

Hah. Hahahahah. That motherfucker.

He was gonna go nice and soft on you, gonna be loving to you; but clearly, clearly you needed a little…reminder, of whose thick, fat, juicy cock was inside you.

Removing his sticky fingers, Sol tore apart your thighs, his nails etched so callously in your flesh he barely registered the groan that slipped past your mouth.

Crowe huh? My gorgeous darling, you’re so beautiful but you should know you can’t say such vile things.

He moved his cock with a tenderness towards your gaping entrance, the head brushing against your labia, a waterfall of gasps tumbling out of his mouth as the contact — evasive yet so direct — sent rushes of cold adrenaline down his spine, making him arch himself into you, searching for the closeness he’d wanted for so long.

Cupping your hand in his, he forced himself deep inside you, an onslaught of euphoria surging past any potential despondencies he might’ve had and he slammed his lips onto yours, the slapping of skin and the popping of each entry and exit his cock made out of you left him dazed in the sensual chorus of a symphony built upon ecstasy.

Even in all the times Sol’s touched himself to you, fucked himself into your undergarments or clothes, he’s never thought how immaculately well you fit around him, as if you were the warm, tight nut to his aching, etched bolt.

He was in pain, a beloved pain that came only from first love and lust, his heart screaming as he kissed your lips again and again, squeezing the life out of your hands as he muttered an obsessive, possessive manta:

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

He spent so many years waiting in eager anticipation for you to be his — to feel this sick love that he felt for you — like he was yours, and now, now he had you, claimed you. He wished Crowe was here so he could spit down his stupid throat. The idea felt tempting, maybe Hyugo could help him one more time.

But that’s for later, he’s with you now, and nothing is more invaluable to Solivan Brugmansia than you.

He couldn’t cease his gratifying motions, his suppressed moans, or the blitzes of unfiltered joy that rained down his face as he cried; fell apart both bodily and soulfully. His lips fell to your neck again and he marked you, tainted your priceless flesh with his teeth, contaging you with the plague that long since infested his mind.

His thrusts grew sloppier, his body was boiling as he stuttered out a hushed whimper:

Shit, I love you, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I love you so much-

And with a sharp bite to your shoulder, a callous bracelet of bruises to your wrists, and blood seeping from your swollen lips, Sol came deep within your heat — oceans of his desire-fueled suspension tumbling about inside you, painting you in white, his dove-white passion. For you.

Only you.

Yet as the waves of his lust left him spent and empty, he rose his sweating body above your form, tears running down his pallid face, and cupped your cheek.

He knew he should clean you up before he loses himself once more, but whilst he remained buried within you — his kingdom, filled with the seas of his undying adoration, he turned to the photo of Jericho Ichabod, yanked it off the wooden surface — and tore it to shreds.

[hannie-dul-set]

the psychology of strawberries — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. besides being your friend, kim gyuvin also holds the existence of being the worst matchmaker in history. the last guy he set you up with ended with a permanent ban from the arcade. the one before that caused you to file a restraining order. which is why when he tries to set you up one last time with his best friend, you understandably shut him down.

the problem is— why the fuck didn’t gyuvin tell you that his best friend is actually the prettiest man in the world? the most charming idiot to have graced your mortal existence? maybe if he did, you wouldn’t have to resort to pavlovian tactics and strawberries just to bag him. if he did, then you wouldn’t have to hide the fact that you’re kind of balls-deep in love with his friend.

PAIRING. shen quanrui x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, (anti) matchmaking! au, strangers to friends to lovers, eventual secret relationship. romance, humor, fluff, older! reader, black haired ricky jumpscare later in the fic, this is just lovelicky propaganda. sue me. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, mentions of sex, an almost car crash, stalking (not from any of the mcs), erratic and embarrasing behavior (mostly from our mc), may add more as i continue. WORD COUNT. preview: 1.6k | full fic: 15-17k.

RELEASE DATE. within december. TAGLIST. send me an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. this is an amalgamation of a number ricky drabble ideas, stitched together into one cohesive mess. yes, i know i've been releasing too many fic previews. yes, you have doubts about me finishing them all. but will release all three fics within this month even if it kills me. enjoy this preview of mc losing her mind over ricky shen (that's how the rest of this fic will also go).

preview under the cut.

“Morning.”

Gyuvin greets you with a yawn and a heavy ruffle on the top of your head, to which you respond with a side kick to his ass when he walks past you. “You’re late,” you scold him, and though you want to continue berating your dear friend, two more familiar-looking people emerge from his building’s entrance. 

“Oh, this is Taerae and Matthew,” Gyuvin informs you offhandedly. The two give you a mix of polite nods and smiles. You sort of know Taerae because you shared a class with him last semester. Matthew is just the guy you see at the campus coffee shop at least once a week. “They’re going to be my survey assistants. More people means more ground to cover at once.”

“How’d he scam you two into agreeing?” you ask.

“He’s buying me lunch for a week,” Taerae replies.

“I just wanted to go on a road trip,” Mathew says in a tone too bright for five in the morning. 

You let out a huff of air. Your backpack is getting a little heavy on your shoulders, and all you want is to finally reclaim your lost weekend. Meaning, getting on the road as soon as possibly is priority number one. “So, are we commuting?” you ask. “We should get going then.”

“Oh, no,” Gyuvin replies. He’s already noticed your impatience, and has found himself standing behind you, taking your bag off of your bag so that you don’t snap at him for the next statement he’s about to say. “Actually, we’re waiting for one more per—”

A car horn cuts him off. 

“Well, nevermind. He’s here.”

At that moment, a way too expensive looking car drives up to the porch of Gyuvin’s college-level priced apartment building. This is looking way too out of place. Matthew lets out a whistle when the car stops in front of you. “This kid just got his license exchange and the first thing he does is show off,” Taerae snorts. What...what does he mean? Is this your ride? Is this the (at least seventy-thousand-dollar) vehicle that’ll be driving you all the way to the outskirts of Hadong County? 

The variables don’t click, but your surprise doesn’t end there. Because the person that emerges from the expensive looking ass car’s driver’s seat is— by far— the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your twenty-one years of life.

Whoa.

Not even those thick, dark shades can obscure that god-sculpted looking face. They only make his nose bridge look even sharper, and you’re trying your damn best not to stare at those full and cherry-painted lips. Holy shit. Platinum blonde has always looked tacky to you, but now you have to re-evaluate. Oh my god. Kim Gyuvin has a friend that looks like this, and all he’s done is set you up with guys that can’t even fucking compare.

Walking statue of a man closes the car door behind him with a click. “Get in,” he says. Holy mother of god, you’re light-headed. Your brain is fuzzy. You’re about to pass out. 

“Ricky! You’re late! How dare you keep the madam waiting?!” 

Things start happening a little too quickly.

Wait a second—

“Shotgun!” 

That name.

“Fuck off! Let’s play for the seat!” 

Sounds Very.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Rock, paper, scissors—”

Very—

“Paper, scissors— shoot!”

—familiar.

“Dammit,” Matthew grumbles in defeat, joining Taerae in the backseat. You stare at the fist you have held out since earlier. Rock. Rick. Ricky. This guy’s name is Ricky. Isn’t that also the name of Gyuvin’s best friend? The best friend he was trying to set you up with? This is Ricky? This absolute god of a fucking man who’s looking at you with an ounce of confusion, still holding your fist up after somehow winning all rounds of rock, paper, scissors with nothing but a rock, is the Ricky you turned down a date with?

You were correct to assume that his name gives off fuckboy vibes. The problem is, he looks like a really, really hot fuckboy who you don’t mind ruining your life in exchange for three months of fun. Shit. You think you just made eye contact with him through his thick-ass sunglasses. He nods a little with a small, awkward smile before disappearing back into the driver’s seat. 

Fuck. He knows. He definitely knows you wrongfully rejected his ass without even meeting him. Gyuvin, that snitching son of a bitch.

“Hey.”

With a heavy grip on his shoulder, you stop the said snitching son of a bitch before he can escape into the backseat. “What?” Gyuvin raises a brow. The audacity of this guy.

“What was your best friend’s name again?”

“Ricky Shen. Shen Quanrui. Shim Cheonye. Pick one.”

“Is that...the same…?”

“Yes, that guy is Ricky.” There’s an impatient honk from the car. You pay no mind, more concerned about the absolute fucking catch you totally drove away, and that regret is seeping through you expression, failing to wiggle out from Gyuvin’s notice. “Why do you ask?” Are you regretting turning down my offer last week? his face seems to say. You want to hit him. Yes, you are fucking regretting it, but there’s no way in hell you’re giving him the satisfaction of knowing.

“It’s just a little awkward,” you say. “Can you switch with me?”

“Matt hyung’s gonna throw a fit if I take your seat,” he simply hums, opening the door to the front seat on your behalf with a courteous bow that drives you further into annoyance. “Now hop in. We’re already behind schedule.”

You’re the bigger person here so you decide against throwing a tantrum. Begrudgingly, you enter the passenger’s seat, trying to ignore aphrodite’s reincarnation sitting right next to you, and prepare yourself for the three-hour drive or torture because you totally screwed over your chance of having him.

“Woohoo! Road trip!”

“We’re here for my project, idiot.”

“Please tone it down, I’m trying to sleep.”

It’s fine, you cross your arms, wiggling uncomfortably on the soft seat. It’s totally fine. None of Gyuvin’s friends have been decent so far. Yes. You shouldn’t judge positively too quickly. Maybe the only thing this one has going for him is his face. Maybe his personality is just as shitty as the last ones and you’ve completely dodged a bullet.

A very pretty bullet. The pretty bullet is looking at you through the rearview mirror. Oh god, why is he looking at you? He’s got his sunglasses down and those eyes are practically staring into your soul.

“Um,” Ricky clears his throat. “You should put on your seatbelt.”

That rasp shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. Fuck. This man is a walking heart hazard. “O—oh, sorry!” You’re stupid. Your brain is fried. You fumble with the dumb seatbelt, forgetting how it works, and mentally swearing at yourself in the process.

“Do you need any help…?”

Fight or flight instincts kick in. You smack away Ricky’s attempt at a helping hand. His eyes are wide in shock. Your eyes are wide in shock. You want to throw yourself out of this vehicle right now. “It’s—it’s fine!” Finally, you manage to put on the seatbelt. Ricky is a mix of confusion and offense when he starts the car, more on confusion, but that’s alright. The aftermath of him pulling a k-drama move and helping you with the seatbelt would have been worse. You would have disintegrated right then and there.

Your only source of comfort is the backpack that you’re hugging for your dear life. The entire ride is excruciatingly awkward because the three boys at the back have fallen asleep— a state you also wish to be in right now, but that’s quite frankly impossible because you’re a million times more conscious about your physical appearance right now with a literal angel next to you. 

He’s not asking why you’re pressed so far up against the door. For safety reasons, you tell yourself. The air around him just subconsciously feels a lot hotter despite the air conditioning literally blowing cold air to your face.

“Would...would you like some?”

But that doesn’t mean you could stomach this awkwardness, either. Two hours have passed and neither of you have said a word to each other. You’re a fistful into your candy stash and it feels rude not to offer anything to him when he’s been driving for so long. 

You have a cautious arm outstretched, a pink wrapper dangling between your thumb and index finger. Ricky peers down for a split second, a rumble from his throat before saying, “N—no, it’s okay.” The candy disappears into the crevices of his car. You dip your head down, trying to feel around for it, and Ricky continues talking. “Um. I mean. You don’t really have to force yourself to get along with me, seonbae. I already know that you don’t really like me.”

At that moment, you snap your head up. “What?”

Maybe you should’ve been more careful because you scare the shit out of Ricky and the car swerves off the lane.

Screech!

“Ah,” he exhales, parking the car at the edge of the road after nearly killing you all. “That was close.” How the three kids in the back are still asleep is beyond you. They’ve got their necks twisted in all the weird places and you’re pretty sure Matthew is drooling.

But the source of your adrenaline right now isn’t the near death experience.

“What do you mean you know that I don’t like you?”

Translation: what exactly did Kim Gyuvin say to this guy?

the psychology of strawberries. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 4: Ghost stories

Pairing(s): Julian Devorak x Gn!Reader

Played his entire route again so..

After your visit to Nevivion the shop had been back in business. Especially with it being October, people began being suspicious of the super natural.

They also really liked the herbs and spices you had in shop that went with their fall desserts nicely.

Lately, there had been an influx of bats, it was strange as they weren’t supposed to be anywhere near the shop but still welcomed none the less.

They had bothered a few customers here and there but they weren’t just the only talk of the town.

Recently, there has been rumours of something creeping in the woods, and in alleys occasionally. You heard most of this from clients and assumed it was mere gossip.

Until Julian also started telling you about it- also gaining gossip intel from his patients.

It had been awhile since you two did anything adventurous and so you practically leaped at the opportunity.

So with turning the shop sign to ‘closed’ you two departed into the forests on the outskirts of Vesuvia.

There wasn’t much to say besides the forests being creepy, especially now that it was nightfall.

Even if the sky above still had a little light, the dense forest allowed hardly any to pass through the trees.

Atleast you had your orb of light.

“It’s a uh lovely night isn’t it?” Julian comment was obviously to poke at the fact that no, it was not a lovely night it was very much creepy.

Mostly said out of nerves if anything.

Still, you were too alert and focused to humor him by smiling and heard a small “tough crowd” come from Julian trailing behind you.

That did earn a smile.

You continued onward, it was still strange to you as Muriel for sure would’ve been aware if anything amiss was going on.

One misstep on a weirdly glowing mushroom had you falling, you were way too stuck in your head.

Luckily Julian had managed to catch you in time. “You alright dear? Who knew you could still fall for me.” The joke was obvious from a mile away and yet you couldn’t stop that look of surprise from creeping onto your face.

You guess you didn’t respond quick enough as you were staring at eachother in what could only be described as awkward silence. Julian’s face erupted into his classic blush.

“Of course I would, I struggle to pay attention each second I’m with you” wasn’t the best line you had but it was something.

Julian’s blush of embarrassment left and came back at full force, he tried laughing it off but to no avail.

The moment ended as something glowing whipped past you before you could even process it, it quickly flew past Julian too and landed behind him.

To his credit, he did manage to keep it together for all of about 5 seconds before jumping into your arms.

Over the top? Sure but when was he not.

You could pamper him later, right now you needed to see what that was. As you creeped closer to the glowing enigma it began to crawl(?) away from you.

You (despite Julian’s protests not to) quickly scooped the creature up and inspected it. No wonder it was crawling away, the light must’ve had the power of a thousand suns to it.

You quickly dimmed the light orb as Julian creeped over your shoulder to inspect the what you now realized was a bat.

“A glowing bat?” Julian had voiced your thought for you.

Though you quickly realized it must’ve been coated in that stuff the mushroom was emitting, kudos to that mushroom that died for your discovery.

“It must’ve been doused in whatever is making the mushrooms glow” you shared your thought with Julian. “What type of psycho would do that to those bats?” Julian had slightly slipped away from his hiding spot behind you.

“I don’t think anyone did it to them, if I had to guess they probably ate them”

The main clues was the its mouth had been the most covered in the substance, plus you remembered hearing about those bats and mushrooms in a book back at the palace library.

The only logical reasoning was that they weren’t from around here and resorted to the next best thing for a food source.

Just to make sure no misunderstandings continued, you two informed Muriel and made your way back to the city.

First you had to get Nadia to safely move those bats, they weren’t from the surrounding wildlife and they needed to go as they clearly weren’t doing the environment and theirselves any good.

Luckily the rumors died down and even if you didn’t get the adventure you had expected, Julian seemed more than thrilled to return home and cuddle up with you.

—-

A/b: far fetched but I really couldn’t think of anything 💔😣

[shanks-the-wino]

Shanks x CisFem Reader

Sake8zero is offline.

He hadn't been online since he foolishly suggested meeting you a few days ago. Now he sat at his desk phone in hand debating over deleting the app all together.

He'd just have to find happiness the old fashion way. What even compelled him to try speaking to someone ten years his junior? He did miss your snarky come backs and just general conversation. There was a strange lonely feeling akin to what followed his divorce. Nothing that deep or heart shattering of course, but the two of you had built a routine. There were certain times of day when you spoke as if you were on a schedule. Now he didn't know what to do with himself. He ran his hand through his crimson tresses and sighed dropping the phone onto the desktop. A light tap on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"It's almost time to go. Yasopp is bringing the car around." The deep voice of his VP resonated off the walls as he pushed the door open.

"Thanks Benn." The redhead frowned.

"Still upset about your little girlfriend?" Benn crossed his arms.

Shanks rolled his eyes, "You are well aware that she wasn't my girlfriend. I did fuck up pretty bad though."

"You didn't even let her respond. How do you know?"

"You have a point." Shanks stood slipping his phone into his pocket.

"You'll have time to play around later. The resort is thirty minutes away." Benn turned for the door, "Did you at least remember to pack an overnight bag?"

"Right here." Shanks pulled a small leather bag from the bottom drawer of his desk, "Did they get the sample bottles loaded?"

"Yes, you wanted the '96 and '98 correct?" Benn glanced at his boss for confirmation.

"Our best years!" The redhead chimed.

The two men made their way out of the small office building to the black town car that was idling in the circle drive.

They were headed for a resort located on the outskirts of the city to hopefully sign a contract for resort guests to get a discounted stay if they booked a package that included a tour of Shanks' vineyard. The resort was owned and run by Edward Newgate and his adopted sons. Shanks had known the old man for a long time and though he'd strained the relationship a bit by trying to recruit his second eldest son, they managed to get along fairly well.

Newgate arranged a dinner meeting and rooms for Shanks, Benn and Yasopp to stay for the night.

They were greeted by the two eldest sons when they arrived at the sprawling resort.

"Marco, Thatch! So good to see you." Shanks called stepping out of the car.

"It's been a while yoi." Marco commented, "Business going well?"

"It's getting closer to our busy season." Benn replied shaking Thatch's hand.

                                                                     _______________

You clocked in and crossed the empty conference room connected to the hallway that lead the resort's lobby. Nami sat behind the counter flipping channels on the enormous flat screen TV.

"Quiet night?" You asked rounding the corner.

"Just a few VIP's the old man is entertaining." She replied monotonously.

"Great." You tossed your purse in the back office and plugged your phone into the computer at the front desk.

"Still nothing from the online guy?" She quirked a brow.

"Nope." You shrugged.

"He's probably beating himself up about it."

"He didn't even wait for me to answer." You took the remote from her flipping to the travel channel.

"Mind if I head out early?" She asked already pulling her bag from the cabinet.

"Yeah sure. Are these guys rowdy? I don't want to have to call the cops." You sighed.

"Well they've been drinking for a while in the side conference room. It's some guy that owns a vineyard, that's what Marco said, seems he's a friend of the family as well though." She explained walking out the way you'd just come.

"Alright. Have a good night." You waved her off and settled in behind the desk.

Sometime after 1AM the lobby door swung open startling you.

"Is there coffee in here?" A soft baritone bounced off the walls in the quiet room as you stood to greet the stranger.

The handsome redhead fumbled briefly with his phone and sighed massaging the scruff on his chin. He didn't look old enough to be friends with the old man much less own a vineyard.

Must be an assistant or something.

"The coffee bar is to your right. Please help yourself." You smiled as his onyx eyes trailed up from his phone widening a bit.

"T-thank you." He stammered staring at you.

You shifted a bit under his gaze unsure of what cause the change in demeanor.

"No problem. Let me know if you need anything."

Crap crap crap.

Of course he'd fuck up any chance he had with you and then, by complete chance come face to face with you while trying to send you a message.

Maybe it wasn't you. Maybe it was a girl that looked like you. Profile pictures are different from real life if you factor in angles and filters.

*Ping*

Your phone hadn't made that particular notification in a few days. You picked it up while the redhead made his way to the coffee bar.

Sake8zero: How's the night shift?

He peeked at the small smile that crept over your lips before it faded into a pout. Your brows knit as if you were just now remembering you were mad at him.

Pyt07: Don't 'how's the night shift me'

[oceandirtcountry]

I think there’s some lore for my crossover AU I need to get out because it’s getting confusing even for myself:

The Ninja (Randy Cunningham, 9th Grade Ninja): The First Ninja, aka Finja, was a well respected warrior who hailed from Norrisville, a small town on the outskirts of Vale. Finja single-handedly held off hordes off Grimm on his own, and bested the Sorcerer, who was turning people into Grimm (by stanking them, since Grimm are attracted to negative emotions, so with enough negative emotions and a push from the gas, you can become a Grimm too! This’ll be important later.)

He kept Vale safe for years, especially during Ozpin’s lack of showing due to his depression. Eventually, after Ozpin gave his power to the Maidens, Ozpin also imparted some of his Semblance onto Finja, allowing him to pass on his learnings and his abilities to the next generation until a Ninja became powerful enough to stop Salem.

He fought alongside Ozpin in the Great War and was the catalyst for victory, and ended up dying of old age.

Randy Cunningham is the most recent to iteration of the Ninja, and Ozpin has found that the combined abilities of the Ninjas who came before him could very well be enough to stop Salem, but he needs a push. With the Sorcerer’s return and new threats, Randy needs all the help he can get.

The Omnitrix, Ascalon, and Map of Infinity (Ben 10):

Azmuth created the Ascalon as a show of his genius. However, after misuse, he brought great destruction to his galaxy, and looked to use it for good. He brought it to the backwater planet known as Earth during the Great War, and it was the reason why Ozpin was able to slay the Dagon and stop Salem from winning.

However, unhappy that it simply brought peace to one planet and would not bring his lover back, he left the Ascalon on earth for Ozpin to guard. The Ascalon then became The Relic of Destruction.

He then went on to create the Omnitrix, with the same backstory as the original series, with it being meant for Grandpa Max. It was found by ten year old Ben Tennyson, who was at first hesitant to touch it, but used it as a last resort when he was cornered by Grimm in a forest, starting a forest fire with Heatblast.

The map of infinity was hidden by Professor Paradox in an attempt to keep the forge of creation away from anyone who wished to abuse its power. The map can only be found once a question is asked to the Relic of Knowledge, an all-knowing genie who can answer any three questions once every hundred years.

Ben, Yang, Kevin and Gwen eventually race against Aggregor to find the map pieces, and team up shortly with Weiss and Randy to obtain the relic before going their separate ways once again, and meeting up much later with everyone in the big showdown.

The Nanite event (Generator Rex): As if Vacuo didn’t have it bad enough, the nanite experimentation facility was on a remote island near Vacuo. When attempting to cure a sick Rex Salazar, his parents accidentally unleashed a devastating nanite explosion. However, the nanites were contained by Atlas troops with powerful magnets and force fields, sealing the island off and labelling it “The Bug Jar.”

A young Rex eventually bursts out of the jar and wreaks havoc on Vacuo with his awakened Evo form, even turning many Grimm into hyper charged EVOs. He’s then found by Six and brought into the Providence wing of the Atlas military, specialised to deal with Earthly threats too dangerous for the normal military, to be trained with his abilities to cure EVOs, in a building on the very edge of the Bug Jar.

Rex hates his life there, and he enrols into beacon academy to become a Huntsman.

Summer Rose, the greatest Huntress that ever lived (RWBY): In an attempt to stop Salem, Summer storms Salem’s castle with a little help from Raven and a time-hopping Ben Tennyson, who’s trying to track down Maltruant in the Time War.

The trio are on the cusp of succeeding, but Salem reveals her secret weapon: an alliance with the Sorcerer.

Ben goes Clockwork as Maltruant tackles him into the time stream once again, leaving Summer to fend for herself, which is a huge mistake. She ends up losing quite horribly to the combined forces, and is kept alive for experiments on how to turn humans into Grimm.

Summer eventually becomes The Hound, a hyper-intelligent Grimm capable of tearing apart armies. With the abilities of Ghostfreak and Pesky Dust, plus Ruby’s silver eyes, Ben and Ruby manage to pull Summer out of the Hound and give Ruby her mom back.

Oh wait Invincible

I think I’ll just call it the CookieCross AU, since the fic I made is called cookies.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Dusk was so proud of himself. He spent so long practicing and training with his dad and brothers to make up for the years he missed out on with his magic and swordsmanship.

He always thought he was doing well, especially since he easily understood what his dad was telling him. Shocking, considering how his brothers always said Lilia wasn’t the best trainer, using very vague langue that few understood and expecting others to just understand what he meant.

And he was right, he was doing well. He was doing well enough to unlock his unique magic. A Child’s Cry. It was quite similar to his dad’s in name and spirit, but not the way they actually worked.

Lilia had a unique magic that allowed him to see memories tied to objects, while Dusk was able to use his unique magic to experience the emotions of his targets. And specifically for Dusk, the spell felt like it was probably more of a double edged sword than it should have been for others.

For example, how he got his unique magic in the first place.

It started when there was something off with Sebek. He wasn’t crying or anything, but brother’s intuition was saying something was weird. The thing that caught Dusk most was how he wasn’t the one to start a conversation and it didn’t seem like every other words was a shout. He was being soft spoken and timid, or as about as soft spoken and timid as Sebek could get.

Sadly, as common in their family, when Dusk confronted Sebek, Sebek only shut any questions down with fake confidence. And while he may be guilty for invading privacy here, Dusk wasn’t going to let this blow away.

Suddenly something in his mind clicked, and let his magic flow. “No matter where you may go. No matter what you may see. I will be there to listen. A Child’s Cry!” With those words leaving his mouth, emotions flooded in.

Dusk felt shunned, upset, and lonely. His heart hurt.

Sebek heard him and asked what he just did, but he couldn’t answer. Not only did Dusk not know what he did himself, but he wanted to go after whoever caused this. Someone was going to learn a lesson.

Sebek had to stop him from going off before Dusk at least said what he did. Eventually, through context clues of the time line of events they were able to guess what happened.

With feeling unable to hide anymore, Sebek finally explained what was wrong. He was starting to hang out with a known group of first years more and more, but their form of communication was teasing, especially the group ‘leader’, Ace. Teasing wasn’t something Sebek was unused to, with being on the outskirts of the group and not interacting with them outside of the teasing, it started to get to him.

Dusk out his hand in Sebek’s shoulder, smiled, and said he was going to go and put Ace in a headlock until he apologized. With that he left and Sebek had to chase after him and convince him not to immediately resort to force.

Ace has to watch out, Dusk is ready to throw down for his brother. I'd like to imagine Sebek has to wrestle Dusk before he tackles Ace.

[sleepy0s]

I felt like writing!

It had seemed fine. The meeting was going great, nearly everyone had shown up except for boatem but that was fine, someone would probably catch them up later.

Ping

“Who left their communicator on?” Xisuma looked up, trying to figure out who had forgotten, “Guys? Who’s got their communicator on?” Weirdly no one responded, the only indication someone did have there communicator on was the soft glow at the back of the room and multiple hermits beginning to open there’s.

“Suma you might wanna check the chat.” Keralis’ spoke from the other side of the table

**Hermits chat.

ImpulseSV: helsp

ImpulseSV: help

GeminiTay: What’s wrong?

RenTheDog: We’re at meeting dudes, what’s up?

GoodTimeWithScar: somebtinfs wrong with grian

Pearlescentmoon: please help, he’s gone feral.**

Xisuma read the chat, confused as to what Pearl meant

**Hermits chat

XisumaVoid: Pearl wdym?

MumboJumbo was Slain by Grian

Pearlescentmoon: I meant that. I don’t think he’s recognizing us.

XisumaVoid: okay, stay out of his view, we will be there soon. **

The hermits filed out of the room, launching there elytra to try and get to Boatem quicker.

~~~

They arrived at the outskirts of Boatem immediately spotting Pearl, scar, Impulse and Mumbo hiding on a roof.

Xisuma tried to get their attention without pinging any comms by throwing rocks, however it didn’t work so he resorted to private messaging Pearl.

**w/ Pearlescentmoon

XisumaVoid: We’re here.**

He watched as Pearl checked her comm then looked around before eventually finding them. She tapped on the other’s shoulders directing them in the direction of the hermits, slowly they climbed of the roof being careful not to make too much noise.

“You have no idea how glad we are your here” Impulse whispered as he landed on the ground, the other three silently agreeing.

“Can you explain what happened?” Xisuma tried speak softly but his mask let out a slight buzzing noise.

“Yes, yes. Well you already knew we weren’t going to be at the meeting so we thought it would be best to have a meeting of our own.. down in the Boatem hole. I’m not really sure what happened but we looked away for a second and grian went mad.”

“What do you mean mad impulse? What’s he doing?” It was a question that was quickly answered as Joe stepped into a particularly bad lag chunk and fell over, making a loud noise when he landed.

“Joe, are you oka-?” Cleo was cut off as a red blur flew past, grabbing Joe with him. Grians grip was like steel, digging into Joes arms and spinning him around before using Joe as a shield for when they hit the wall. “Urge..” Joe looked mostly unscathed except for a few scratches, fortunately they now knew where grian was. Unfortunately he was screeching and puffing his wings out trying to seem bigger, said wings were weirdly tinged purple- Xisuma would need to ask about that.

“Yeah.. that’s what we mean.” Pearl looked towards grian who was circling joe, trying to figure out if he was a threat or not. “He seems to be attacking anything that upsets him.”

[escapedaudios]

Fickburger is partially inspired by a restaurant called Dick's Last Resort, but most of it is inspired by a now-defunct Russian restaurant in the outskirts LA that my friends liked to go to when we were in college. We came for the food but returned for the horrible service.

The waiters were comically rude, if you tried to send back food because they got your order wrong, they'd look you dead in the eye and say "no you ordered this". They'd actually ask you "what the fuck do you want" if you flagged them down. Sometimes they would walk outside walk outside to smoke a cigarette or three, and wave you away if you asked for help. I love them. The best part is that they aren't actors, just hilariously rude heavily-accented Russians who actually hate the customers, I miss that place.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

DC Comics Supervillain OC: The Lion Master

Civilian Name: Cody Cunningham

Age: 12 1/2 Years

Height: 5’ 0”

Weight: 70 lbs

Personality: Impatient, Filled with internal Self Doubt, Stubborn, Street Smart, Cares for Animals especially his pet Lions, Respectful to his enemies (mainly Skybird), Polite, Merciful, Compassionate, A Quick Learner, Quick Thinking, Friendly, Has a Casual Potty Mouth, Mischievous, Playful, and Optimistic No Matter the Odds

(Under for More Below Cut)

Bio:

Born in Boston, Massachusetts to a Single Poor Mother before her passing when Cody was Six Years of age, having him live in the streets.

Was Picked Up by the traveling Lyons & Guerra’s Amazing Circus at the age of 7, taken in due to his uncanny ability to seemingly get along well with their Lions after being found sleeping in their pens. Was Taken in by a kindly and experienced Lion Tamer who teaches Cody the tool of the trade. However, tragedy strikes during a performance in Bludhaven when by then 11 year old Cody, being impatient in wanting to prove his skills in the show, took a spare whip while the Taner was in the middle of his act and cracked it. The whip cracking was loud enough that the lions were confused and left disoriented as to where it came from and who to obey. The tamer lost control of them and they attacked him in self defense, mauling the older man to death in front of the show and Cody witnessing it from behind the curtain.

Cody was heartbroken by the tragic accident and the loss of the one person who understood him in that circus. Eventually he overhears the management preparing to put the lions down for their mauling. But unable to see the majestic big cats he seen as friends and family killed, Cody sneaks into their cages to free them. Taking with him only his whip, and only packing up with his outfit and a single toothbrush, Cody flees into the outskirts of Bludhaven with feline companions in tow.

Now left wandering in the Bludhaven streets and without any family, job nor money to provide for himself nor his lion companions, Cody resorts to a life of petty crimes, mainly robberies and racketeering to make ends meet mainly done via ordering his lions to storm and surround the security or anyone in the place of robbery while Cody gains access to his targeted goods, whether they be money or food. This of course runs afoul of resident crime fighter Skybird aka Jake Grayson. After his first attempt at robbing a major bank is foiled by the Tamaranean-Human hybrid and has him and Lion compatriots fleeing from authorities, Cody makes it a point to counter this hero when were his schemes and plots are discovered.

Yet somehow and some sort of way, Cody develops a sort of bond more or less with Jake. For one thing, killing anybody especially innocent civilians whether by his own hands and especially at the claws and teeth of his lions is an absolute line he will never, NEVER cross. It’s considered for him unwarranted and violates his morals if he has any. Plus, from what the wild rumors he hears in the street can attest, Skybird himself comes from circus folk himself or at least has a passing familiarity with it so Cody in turn feels a sort of kin with his hero counterpart. Finally, the fact Jake really doesn’t see true malicious or an appetite for death and chaos he’s seen in truly sinister villains before in Cody’s eyes which inspires him to make offers for the petty criminal to change his ways, never really giving up on him also has an effect on Cody’s heart; maybe one day he can take that offer, it won’t be soon as he’s not a that wants being pitied….but he’ll consider it.

Thus was born a junior Rouge that acts more or less as the Captain Cold to Skybird’s Flash, a true best Frenemy (An enemy and friend at the same time); he no longer a mere Lion Tamer in training, call him The Lion Master

Occupation: Ex-Circus Lion Tamer In Training

Supervillain Outfit: Green Vest with Button Up Long Sleeve White Shirt, Torn Black Pants, Thick Heavy Duty Black Boots and an old school Top Hat

Physical Appearance:

Dirty Blonde Medium Length Hair

Heterochromic Eye Colors (Left: Green, Right: Brown)

Thin Frame With Little But of Muscle Build on Arms

Peculair Feature Of Having Scars on his Feet when they are Bare due to Stepping on Glass Shards throughout his years living in the streets in poverty

Trivia:

Has Three Lions In Total Under his Care and who accompany him on his many adventures, plots and schemes: All three are males with one having a Mane as both the oldest and their leader. Their names from Youngest to Oldest are Antony, Marcus and Octavius

Absolutely despises both Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne as he’s had an overall negative opinion against Rich Billionaires

Favorite Song is ‘Benny and the Jets’ by Elton John. He often times his whip cracks and movements when in the middle of a scheme to the song as his tamer had him practice with said song in the background

Has a Minor Interest In Drawing Arts, mainly with charcoal and often would make portraits of his Lions or his life back at the Circus

Will freely admit that despite often being pitted against superheroes, Nightwing and Beast Boy are his two favorites. Especially Beast Boy given his obvious familiarity and connection to animals of all types