#charlie/paulina

[kbsd]

you're gonna dance with me before this night is through

[king4queenv]

Amity Park's Angels

This idea has been in my head for a while:

What if some of the girls in Amity Park became Charlie's Angels? The twist is that Maddie Fenton was a retired Angel who recommended Sam, Jazz, Valerie, Dani (Ellie), Paulina, and Star for the role.

As we know, Charlie’s Angels are private investigators who take on various missions, including crime-solving, gathering intelligence, and thwarting criminal activities. Charlie ensures that the Angels are well-trained in martial arts, surveillance, weapons proficiency, disguise and deception, as well as technology and cyber skills. Given Maddie Fenton's expertise in some of these areas, it makes perfect sense for her to have been a former Angel.

It would also be exciting to imagine Charlie's Angels operating in the DC universe. Just picture the girls going undercover at one of Bruce Wayne's galas, where they need to recover a valuable item.

Said item could be something they could use to take down the GIW without having to involve the Justice League. (This scenario takes place after Danny reveals that he is Phantom to his parents, who support and love him unconditionally.)

Charlie and the Angels oppose the Anti-Ecto Act because they believe ghosts are sentient. They understand that, like aliens, ghosts have thoughts, feelings, and their own identities. By recognizing the complexities of ghostly existence, Charlie emphasizes that these beings deserve rights and protection rather than being treated as mere threats. Not to mention, the destruction of the Ghost Zone could cause an imbalance in the universe. The Angels are fighting for coexistence, pushing back against unfair laws that only serve to demonize ghosts and anyone who is liminal.

[latibvles]

Could I also pls request "Tenderly" for the imaginary fic meme & dealer's choice for the OC and/or pairing? <3

does this count as a pairing? shrugs. I like girls supporting girls and also girls who punch things!!

[Imaginary Fic Game]

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“Hope it was worth it,” Charlie’s tone is even, not at all mad, and that very fact makes Paulina angry. The girl wraps her knuckles with care, and Paulina doesn’t flinch when it stings.

“What? You’re not gonna read me the riot act?” she huffs, but Charlie just looks up at her with a slight upward tick to her lips, and it only just occurs to Paulina that she may have been bit before.

“I have four brothers, the only one who hasn’t gotten into a fight is the baby,” Charlie offers with a half-hearted shrug, “Besides, some people need their teeth knocked out.”

“I have two,” That makes Charlie chuckle, and Paulina swears the girl mutters ‘Well no shit’ as she continues to work on her battered hands.

[biglisbonnews]

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[wexhappyxfew]

“Don’t leave my sight again” for Kennedy and Bucky! Only if you want! I love your writing! <3

HI SWEET ANON!!!!! thank you so so much for popping this in the askbox and for the love on my writing! it means SO MUCH!! i had a lot of fun with this one - we went in a direction i wanted to explore a bit more with the kennedy x bucky dynamic, especially their ever-present bickering about sports with their (respective) red sox and yankees, hehe. i really enjoyed this prompt because i could still utilize the dynamic i wanted, but inject the prompt into the writing in a way that was more heartfelt and meaningful than anything, so, please enjoy!! :D

lips itching to grin

(a/n): kennedy x bucky girlies, we're back and better than ever and focusing on the early days again with these two, specifically in the ever-present baseball rivalry (with a side of heartfelt and slightly flirty banter that neither side may or may have not predicted.....). ps: there's a whole lot of baseball references in here along with a deep dive into the red sox and yankees baseball almanac of 1942 players, as (to preface) they discuss a yankees x red sox game from 1942, with some of their own perspectives (though we enter the conversation in the middle lol). please enjoy!!! <3333

"Alright, well, runners on first and second, game-tying run at second, bottom of the 5th," Kennedy started, as she watched Paulina offer one of the newer replacements a dance as Billie Holiday sung with those swing trumpets over their heads, "you got Joe DiMaggio coming up with two outs. Dick Newsome's already at 78 pitches."

"Easy," Bucky offers as Paulina and the replacement move out towards the center of the floor and start dancing - Kennedy likes seeing her smile, "DiMaggio hits an RBI double and makes it to second base. Then you ain't even tied up anymore. Score's 4-3."

"But," Kennedy started, glancing upwards at him with a look as she tilted her head, a smile on her cheeks, "you got Charlie Keller up next. Getting to that point in your roster where it gets a little….hairy."

"Says the one with Joe Cronin on your-"

"Focus." Kennedy said snapping in front of his face, bringing a smirk onto his lips as he looked back at her, "We're talking about the fucking Yankees right now, Bucky."

"Don't call them the fucking Yankees."

"They're the fucking Yankees to me, got it?" she said and she watched Bucky turn from his position leaned up backwards against the bar to actually facing her, "What?"

"You get really passionate about your Red Sox, huh?" he said, leaning his hand up against the side of his face and watching her, "I'd hate to mess with you-"

"You already have." she told him in a sing-song voice as she turned and took a sip of her beer and looked out to the dance floor again, "Try growing up as the only girl in a house full of brothers. You either play baseball or you are the baseball, I'm afraid." Bucky snickered at that and sipped his own drink - bourbon maybe, she could smell it on his lips from here.

"What the hell kinda baseball did the Farley brothers play?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Clearly not that great of baseball, you're all Red Sox fans."

"Says the one who willingly became a Yankees fan."

"Willingly-"

"At least I grew up in the area! It makes sense!"

"Can't knock me, Yankees' got a fan all the way from Wisconisn - can't say the same about other teams now, huh?" Bucky said leaning towards her with a grin, "Gotcha there, huh?" Kennedy watched him.

"Bill Dickey comes up and goes out swinging," Kennedy said, staring him down, "Red Ruffing's taken outta the game. Atley Donald's up on the mound. Johnny Pesky's up to bat. Donald walks him. Tony Lupien comes up - an absolute bomb outta the field. Rest of the game is a no-go. Red Sox win. 6-4."

"For someone who despises the Yankees, you sure do know a whole lot about them." Bucky said, sipping his drink again, "It's cute. You trying to impress me with that Yankees stuff."

"I just know a whole lot about games where my Red Sox win," Kennedy mouthed back, the tops of her cheeks burning, "you'd know if I was trying to impress you."

"When's that happened?"

"Never."

"Huh."

"Exactly." she said, sending him a look and he smirked again, his eyes watching her in that manner they always seemed to, "What's that look for?"

"What'd you usually play?" he asked her, that lazy grin growing on his face, "C'mon, I know you were probably in a group of kids that got together to play. What were ya? No….let me guess. First base, you're pretty tall." She stared at him and raised a brow. "No?"

"What about this," she started, standing up straight and holding out her arms, "screams first base, huh?"

"Fine. Shortstop. Speedy, quick-witted-"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Don't get in over your head."

"Continue…." Kennedy said with a smirk.

"Shortstop." Bucky said, "Final answer."

"Ding-ding, you're correct," she said with a smile, "usually my older brother and I fought over that position. He usually gave in."

"You were convincing enough." Bucky said, sipping his drink again.

"I was better than him." she offered back, catching that look on his face, "What, like it's hard to believe?"

"Nah, nah," Bucky said shaking his head back and forth and grinning, before avoiding her questioning entirely, "you like hitting?"

"Usually was middle of the pack, sometimes cleanup, I flip-flopped." she said with a winning smirk, "Wasn't often I got cleanup though, my older brother, he's a fucking giant, like 6 foot 5 or something - Bobby - he usually could drive in any and all runners. Sometimes he let me in the spot. It was usually some stupid fight we'd have, but he'd let me have my ways sometimes. Which was nice." Bucky grinned at her again and she couldn't tell whether that was just how he decided to look at people or if there was something else going on behind those eyes and that smile. But she just left it for the time being and took to sipping her drink again.

An upbeat Ozzie Nelson beat came over above them, which immediately sent Kennedy thinking of home again - its summer, the windows are open, her mother's got the radio playing the music she always used when cleaning the house; a mix of Artie Shaw, Billie Holiday, Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman. Sometimes even some Ray Noble. Any sort of music as such would remind her of that time in her youth, racing around the house with her brothers, this music in her ears, the kitchen smelling like lemon soap and freshly scrubbed, the linens hanging outside, the sound of her mother sweeping and shooing away her brothers or their dog, Gunny.

"My ma loves this music," Kennedy said with a smile, looking out to the dance floor as people danced and clung onto one another, as if it were the only thing they had apart from those flying coffins - human touch, more important than anything when they were here, "she played it all the time at home."

"She a big band fan?" Bucky asked her, and she looked to him with a smile and nodded. The corners of his eyes grew soft - she noticed he did that sometimes when he was really listening to you; really, really listening. When she had first noticed it, she'd been taken back at the intensity with which he would watch and listen, but he did it so subtly she had never really noticed until now.

"Always has been." Kennedy said with a nod, "I mean, with five sons and one daughter, there isn't a whole lot of space to listen to quiet jazz, or…something or other. Everyone always wanted big band being played." Bucky let out a bark of a chuckle and then got quiet again, glancing her way with that cautious look painted on his face. He knocked her shoulder lightly.

"And you?" he asked her, a slightly playful look on his face, lips itching to grin again.

"What about me?"

"What do you like?" he asked her, "What does Kennedy Farley dance around to her when no one's looking?" Kennedy couldn't help but laugh, a real genuine laugh and shake her head.

"Usually Benny Goodman or Glenn Miller."

"Like mother, like daughter." Bucky said with a smile, "What's she doing now ya think? Your ma?" Kennedy shrugged, feeling slightly homesick at the thought of her Ma, at home, with all her children off to war, or college, or school, her husband off to work, leaving her in that big house all alone. Her stomach twisted unpleasantly and she couldn't fight the sad expression off her face.

"Probably getting dinner ready - she makes a damn good beef stew. Chop the carrots, onions, celery. Let the beef sit and marinate for a while. The whole house would smell almost like Christmas Eve," Kennedy said softly, before quirking out a grin, "waiting for Dad to get home from work." She stared at Bucky who watched her back. "Your ma?"

"Much of the same probably." Bucky said, leaning up against the bar and schooling his features evenly, "Cooking up dinner, waiting for my dad to get home." Bucky smiled almost bittersweetly. "Wish she didn't have to be there alone, ya know?"

"Yeah," Kennedy said quickly, her emotions warping with her intense want to berate him yet again over baseball, but her softer side took over and she looked at him, "I don't doubt though if I went home, she'd be telling me 'Don't leave my sight again.'" Kennedy said with a small smile. "Broke her damn heart for me to come out here. Only daughter. One of the youngest." Bucky watched her, his face quiet, his expressions even and he seemed at once, intently focused purely on her.

"She didn't want me to come." Kennedy told him honestly, feeling like if she didn't get it off her chest now, she never would tell a soul, "Here. Flying B-17s, being a gunner, getting my hands on a .50 cal. She hated the idea of all of it. But I guess she let me go because she knew it was what I wanted. What I needed. For me." She looked over at Bucky and saw nothing but that gentle, fond expression on his face. She smiled slightly. He smiled right back, almost instantly.

"Well, I'm glad you're here," he said, watching as her face morphed from sadness to mild surprise, to which he laughed at, "yeah, I swear to ya, Farley. I really am. Hey, who was it that saw you shooting that .50 cal back in training and hand-picked you for my gunners, alright?" She was quiet. "That was me."

"And then of course Birdie took you under her wing and the rest is history, but I didn't forget that at some point in time, you were one of my waist gunners," he said, knocking her shoulder lightly again, "a good one at that, you know that?" Just hearing Birdie's name made her heart squeeze.

"It's really nothing special-"

"You shot Expert, Farley," he said, holding her gaze with a firm look, "that sends eyes wandering, I promise ya."

Oh.

She watched him for a moment before her fingers were getting twitchy and she needed something for them and to get herself to look away from that look in his eyes.

"Cigarette?" she asked him, pulling from his gaze to dig her hand into her pockets and produce the slightly crumpled cigarette packet she always had on hand. He watched her before slowly nodding.

"Sure." he said, as she innately popped open the top and produced two cigarettes, sliding one onto her lip and the other into his own hands, "Thanks."

"The least I could do for a compliment like that." she said, almost bashfully, as he placed it on his lip with a chuckle.

"First time anyone's ever told you that?"

"People don't tell me a whole lot of things like that ever so," Kennedy started, before attempting to smile, "yeah, first time for everything" Bucky watched her curiously as he produced a lighter and leaned forward to light up her cigarette before doing his own.

"Really?" he asked her, almost surprised - why would he need to act surprised, why did he even bother to care? She nodded. Bucky watched her for a moment, fingertips drumming against his cigarette as he stared at her; his gaze not one she was entirely even turning away from or wanting to.

"Cleanup." She stared at him, raising a brow.

"Tell Bobby Farley that you shoulda been in cleanup in the lineup." Bucky said, turning towards the bar again and calling for another drink, "Shortstops are usually closer to the top of the lineup anyway, right?" Kennedy watched him, her heart pounding.

"Bucky-"

"I woulda put you in that clean-up spot any day of the week, believe me." he said, smiling at her, with a grin, before turning to the bar and getting his drink. And she recited deep from within her mind, something Bobby Farley had taught her well and good in their screaming matches - 4th slot in the lineup, cleanup spot, usually one of the more or most important players in the lineup; they're powerful, drive in runs and more than anything are one thing - consistent.

[inhibitcomic]

I thought it would be fun to take you on a little journey through some old Inhibit art!

First up is Paulina, who was originally meant to be captured by Urquhart and sent to Earl in Chapter 2 - the kids getting ready to go down to breakfast would have been interrupted by them seeing a new resident arrive, and later we would have been introduced to her in class. I'm glad that didn't happen, the comic is much better the way it is now. These are from 2013/2014.

You can also see here what I was talking about in this ask RE: Paulina's hair being "oil"! Her face shape was also originally much more square than it is now, I tried to be very strict with that angle but by the time I got to the comic I realised that wasn't realistic.

Vic has just been wrung like a wet towel since 2010. These are from 2010 to 2014. He was originally a side character, and then shuffled reluctantly into role of main character. He also used to be a confident jock. Vic is named after Victor Frankenstein because that's what we were reading in English class when I first wrote his character and I was scanning around my room for a name idea like uhhhhhh

Have some more Vics from 2013 (which I redrew in 2021 because I'm a sucker for a redraw). Chronologically these come between red hoodie Vic and "uh" Vic:

Julia hasn't changed much at all, though she was originally a more sporty girl. She just lost a leg and some fingers over the years, she's always been a goofball. Along with Vic, David, and Cameron, Julia is one of the only characters remaining from the original version of Inhibit! Everyone else got cut or replaced. Paulina was kiiiinda in the first version but under a different name and role; the original weird girl with a connection to the protagonist was called Margot and she worked for Urquhart.

Masha was a later addition to the story so here she is from 2013/2014. Yes, as previously mentioned, she was originally a doublade gijinka so here's that drawing lmao. Her hair was so small! Masha is named after Maria GentleWhispering lmaox2

Some 2010-2013 Davids! The half life shirt has me creased every time I see it because I know I was all about that "the cake is a lie" and other Valve meme shit at the time. David was the original protagonist's boyfriend; her name was Charlie and she, David, and Vic were in a really badly written YA love triangle. It's okay, David, I saved you. You're gay now.

And some 2014 Nates to cap it off! Nate existed for a year or so before I finally decided to draw him. None of these are good. I do like the second drawing on the left because I hadn't settled on a final concept for the Urquhart uniforms yet so I was just going wild. Vic also already had a broken nose here, I'm not sure why. That drawing turned into this little exchange.

That's all I've got for you! If you haven't read Inhibit, you can check it out for FREE at inhibitcomic.com, or pick up the first two books on Kickstarter right now!!!

[alastorss]

Other than Alastor, do you have another favorite comfort character from Hazbin? :3 (also lmao, I love Paulina. Let's keep the spite-Vox train going xD) my personal OC is to spite Adam since I'm a Fallen Angel like Luci lolll

alastor is by far my favourite character from hazbin hotel (obviously) but i do have some others i love!

• i initially was not too big of a fan of lucifer but he's grown on me significantly since i joined this fandom :) mostly because of the works of other very talented creators!!

• i adore charlie and vaggie <3 they just make me feel so warm and cozy not just as a comfort couple but also as individual characters

• i have to be in a certain mindset, but vox has his moments for me. i can fix him... (delusional).... he's so petty and develops obsessions, which is a very interesting character to mess with heheh

honestly all the characters in this series have a certain charm to them i can't quite place :D i love them all but these are just some of the top of my list

[opera-ghosts]

I have had the honour to write for this magazine for some time, and many a great name has come under my pen. If I have not done justice to those who deserved abler treatment, I should yet call myself happy if my sincere effort to be just has been felt by the reader; but whether it is because the great men on whom I have written are dead and can be calmly judged, or, because there is never half so much noise made about a poet or composer as about a great actress, especially when that great actress has a divine voice and is a great prima donna—whatever the reason, I approach with awe the task of giving an idea of the unconditional submission to any of her whims, the blind obedience to her dictates on the part of her manager, of her public, of her colleagues, of anybody who comes into relation with Adelina Patti!

Adelina Patti, this spoilt child of the century, who sees at her feet whomsoever she chooses, called diva and adored as such, who is paid in gold weight for every note she utters, accustomed to receive five hundred pounds a night in England and double that amount in America—Adelina Patti, that realised fairy dream of Scheherezade’s thousand and one nights, the adored of everybody, the idol of all countries, of Europe and America—Adelina Patti is an enigma, a question unsolvable by the sphinx, who will not or can not answer it. The enigma begins at her birth. So far as I have been able to ascertain in Spain, where she was born of Italian parents, the year that gave her daylight was 1842. But if you consult any dictionary of biographical matter or herself, the best informed authority, you will find invariably 1843 as the year properly authenticated.

You will therefore acknowledge it to be reasonable that I should henceforth swear that Adelina Patti the immortal, who cannot die, but who has undoubtedly been born, saw the Spanish sun first in 1843. I remember Madame Lucca once insisting on my seeing her baptismal certificate, because, said she, she had had it copied from the church register on purpose to show how many years she is younger than Adelina Patti. Madame Patti being engaged at the same theatre with so much more salary, the least Madame Lucca could do

was to prove that she is younger than Madame Patti. On mentioning the matter generally (catch me mentioning details) to Madame Patti, the reply vouchsafed me ran thus: “ You see, that poor Paulina (Madame Lucca), I don’t know what is the reason of it, but everybody is making her out older than she is. Only yesterday people here talked such stuff about her. I am sure, and I told them so, that she is not more than forty-seven or at the utmost forty-eight years old ; but they would have it that she has passed Ja cinqguantaine (fifty).” A generous defence, but just fancy Madame Lucca hearing of it, when she showed me the official statement that she was born in 1846, and consequently barely thirty-nine! There I am in a fix, as our American friends say; am I to doubt an official paper ? am I to doubt a sincere friend’s word? I give it up. Let Madame Lucca be younger or older than Madame Patti, it concerns us not.

Now of course you have heard of Jumbo? And of Ben Butler, although you may not exactly see the connection between the two? So have you heard and read enough about Polly and Charlie. But what you do not know is, that these four names are given by Madame Patti to four parrots, the last of whom is her pet. The fate of Madame Patti, what she was, what she is, what she ever will be, is an enfant prodige. She was a wonder-child, as I shall presently show, and she appeared so when at the age of eighteen she came before an amazed London public, with no hand outstretched to her, yet after her first air in ‘La Sonnambula’ the whole audience was stormed, and after her final air (“Ah non giunge”) her success was so immediate, so undoubted, so palpably permanent, that Mr. Gye at once gave her £200 for the promise to sing nowhere else, either in concert or soirée, but at Covent Garden.

I was present on that memorable night when that brilliant career was begun and completed in one evening, culminating in the magnificent sum of £150 per month, that is for ten performances, being secured to her for three years ; £150 per month, that was £400 for the whole season of twenty-five to thirty performances—not as much as she now receives for one evening. I said that she then appeared a wonder-child, and such she is still, The number of small steps which she trippingly makes across the stage, all her graceful and petty minauderies, in fact the whole charm of her nature, the eternal youth of her appearance, are something childlike. Such she was, such she is, and unless she carries out her announced intention of leaving the stage, a thing very unlikely to occur, such she will be to the last day of her performances.

Adelina Patti was born in Spain from Italian parents. Her mother, a distinguished prima donna in her time, of whom I am received, yet you hold me responsible for a debt contracted two thousand years ago by my grandfather’s grandfather’s ancestors ! ”

Oh, perhaps some reader will say, it is not for what has been done two thousand years ago, but their uses and religion to this day will not amalgamate with ours; they know not what Christian love and feelings are. If this be the case, they simply do not follow the commands of their own religion, for just as the Christian principle is brotherly love, so it was in the olden times with the Jews, for it is said of Solomon the wise king of Judea, that a heathen came to him and said, “If thou canst teach me the foundation of thy religion whilst I can stand on one foot, I will embrace thy faith and believe in thy God.” Said Solomon: “Love thy neighbour like thyself! ”

But Madame Barili-Patti was not a philosopher, and she quarrelled with her daughter for having entrusted her fate to an infidel. But the infidel had the vein of mercantile speculation in him, and he saw at a glance the money that could be made with the precocious talent and charm of that wonderful child Adelina, wherein he totally differed from his then associate and partner Ulman, another infidel, and the only impresario of America, with Strakosch, to whom later was associated Maretzek the conductor of Italian opera. Ulman saw and heard Adelina, and he expressed his belief that it was nothing but a straw fire that could not last for any length of time. He refused to have her even for one New York season. Since then he may have changed his mind.

Strakosch, however, saw matters in a different light. He travelled with her through the States down to New Orleans, gave concerts with various results, but always most successfully, artistically speaking, until, after three years had elapsed, he thought the moment had arrived for le grand coup—to take her to Europe.

And so he did. All her grand deeds were unknown in Europe. That she had travelled with Gottschalk, the famous pianist and composer whose acquaintance she made in New Orleans; that in that very town, child though she was, she sang her Traviata, and the theatrical people looked upon the little creature—she is not very tall now, imagine what she was then, about thirty years ago—and refused to put themselves out of their way for a rehearsal, and she actually sang the opera without a single rehearsal. Of all that nobody knew anything, when she made her début at Covent Garden.

She arrived in London with her brother-in-law Maurice Strakosch, who, as I before mentioned, had married her sister Amelia secretly. What I did not mention however, is, that the mother became so enraged, on account of that marriage, when it came to her knowledge, that, as the sisters were sitting together and sewing, the mother got hold of a pair of big scissors, and with that sweet calm which distinguishes Italians as a rule, she threw it after Amelia, but in reality hit Adelina so unfortunately that the sanguinary consequences of her deed temporarily calmed her a bit. The great prima donna, however—who now boasts a country seat and a castle in Wales, literally stuffed with the most curious and valuable works of art— took two rooms in Norfolk Street, Strand, firstly because it was near the opera houses, and above all because it was cheap. Her first offer was made to the then manager of Her Majesty’s Theatre, Mr. Smith. Lumley had had his great days with Jenny Lind; the big company, Mario, Grisi, with the conductor Costa, had left him to establish themselves at Covent Garden. Mr. Smith was supposed to be the very man to bring out Mademoiselle Patti, and to make her fortune and recoup his own. But oh, misfortune! when Mademoiselle Patti and her relation-cmpresario arrived, Mr. Smith’s career as manager was at an end, and there was nothing to be done but to see Mr. Gye (I speak of course not of the present one, but of his father), who was the only man to be appealed to. Now Mr. Gye—who had by the merest accident been chosen by the revolutionary committee of the singers, who had thrown overboard Mr. Lumley to establish themselves in opposition to him, because they wanted somebody to take care of the mechanical business for them—was, if I may say so, a self-educated man, a long-sighted, energetic, intelligent man, but obstinate as a mule, having only one creed, the same that Prince Windischgritz the Austrian Field-Marshal is credited with—“ Humanity begins only with the barons.” Nobility was all Mr. Gye cared for, no benefactor of humanity was in his eyes anybody when compared toa peer. With this view, he had got the utmost possible aristocratic patronage for his opera house; he had succeeded in making it what in reality afterwards kept it alive—the fashion; and he was the man to make the fortune of a young singer like Adelina Patti, because one thing was certain—before the best society she could be heard only in his theatre.

I remember perfectly well the day when she was announced for her début at Covent Garden. I could not persuade a gentleman friend of mine, a banker, and who was a member of the same club as I belonged to, to come with me und hear her, although I told him she was expected to make a great hit. But she had no name, and it is all very fine to quote Shakespeare and ask, what is ina name? Asa designation, certainly a rose would smell as sweet if it was called blotting-paper, but if you should have to decorate a house for the reception of a dear friend, and the florist should propose any plants unknown to you, would you not order roses, oleanders, anything the name of which is advantageously known to you? Let anybody that warm attachment, that irresistible sympathy, that unconscious tyrannical magnetism that attaches you to one being in creation more than to any other, and if there should have been no admixture of interest, no thought of the participation in her celebrity, in the treasures she won—in fact no calculation of substantial profit, but only the ethereal happiness of breathing the same air! To be taken for herself! That is the dream of every rich girl who would flatter herself that her worldly possessions have no influence whatever in the choice of her adorer. I saw once a caricature of Gavarni in which two ladies, rather of the demi-monde appearance, seem in deep conversation on the world’s affairs. “Les hommes, ma chére, c’est tous les mémes. Une femme pour eux seuls!” But this refusal to share the affections of the beloved one, not only with a rival, but often with a mother, with a parrot, this so-called jealousy is to my belief inseparable from any true love. Suppose you had a bank note for £50,000, or a very large and valuable diamond, would you not be anxious not to lose it, and not let it go out of your sight? I admit that this watching system may become a bore when it goes so far that you want an account rendered of every look, but, aw fond, it is the most flattering proof you can give of the value set on your possession. In New York I once had a conversation with a very clever andYattractive young lady, who among other misfortunes was afflicted with two millions of dollars, qui ne devaient rien & personne. She said she would never marry because she would not believe even the man who wanted her for her own sake, that he took her for any other reason than for her gold. “ And what,” I asked, “do you lose thereby? Ifa gentleman takes you because you are so pretty, the small-pox, a fall from a horse, any accident may destroy your beauty and where will his love be if it is for that reason only he took you? If another one falls in love with you because you are so fresh, so young, so lively, time is safe to destroy all that, and your hold on him is lost. But if he takes you for your money, you need only beware of dangerous speculations, and you will always keep the charm that brought him to your feet, and you have nothing to fear.” “That is one way of looking at it,” she said, and so completely did she embrace my opinion, that, barely a year after, I received an invitation to her wedding with an English nobleman, when she seemed suddenly to have made up her mind that all mercenary motives had flown from this frivolous world and nothing but constancy remained. Femme souvent varie, bien fol qui s’y fie.

Adelina Patti—who began with making barely what she wanted, for she was scantily paid at first, as I have shown, and she had her family with her, and to provide some goodly sums for travelling with so numerous a suite—later on received enormous sums; and she now possesses a princely fortune. Men of science, men of celebrity, men of title, offered to marry her; she laughed at all of them, until one came at whom she did not laugh. The Marquis de Caux, a very distinguished gentleman, who held the position of Equerry to the Empress Eugénie during the Second Empire, was the happy man accepted, and the wedding took place in London; after which they went to the Continent, like so many others, being first recipients of old shoes and rice showers. She spoke to me very frankly respecting her plans, and told me how the Empress had encouraged her to go on working for five more years, until she had made an independent fortune, since the Marquis had only 10,000 francs (£400) a year; and that when the income derived from her new fortune secured her an independence, the Empress would receive her at Court as a dame Vhonneur with some palace honorarium, which, so long as she sang for money, she could not be awarded without wounding a number of vanities and prejudices.

She has made her fortune, she has got an independence—where is the Court, what has become of the Empress and her dames @’honneur, where is the Marquis? Change, the fate of all things earthly, is perhaps more the rule in France than in any other country.

A curious incident of Madame Patti’s life was that she lived nearly with every one of her professional colleagues on the best possible terms; and attaching herself to no one in particular, she disliked no one especially, and they all admired, and to all appearance liked her forgiving her, as the French say, her successes. ‘There was, however, one singer, his name was Nicolini, a Frenchman (Nicolas), who made such an unfavourable impression upon her, that not only did she dislike him, but, abusing the excess of power at her command, she insisted on a condition being put into her contract, stipulating that either this tenor was never to be engaged in the same troupe with her, or if previously engaged, she must never be obliged to sing with him. It was a sad affair for Nicolini, who lived in that same atmosphere of admiration, and would have liked nothing so much as to appear before the public of Russia, of France, of England, anywhere, in a love duet with the young queen of song. But she would not hear of it, would not speak to him, would not see him.

I may perhaps be excused if I pass over the period which followed. We have nothing to do with anything except facts, and will leave all that belongs to the domain of gossip to those friends who make it their business, as Sardou has so persuasively shown in ‘Nos intimes,’ to inflate their friends’ quarrels, to engross their friends’ suspicions, to widen in fact every breach until it becomes impassable, and all that under the sacred gis of intimate friendship. *

Alas! if love is but the highest degree of selfishness, as has often been demonstrated, what is friendship, and who 7s your friend, when it comes to the test? That he isa friend who is kind enough to eat your excellent dinner and drink your old wine, accept a seat in your carriage or in the evening in your box, I will not deny; such self-sacrificing creatures may here and there be found. But few and far between are the friends who stick to you when you have nothing to give, who, as that young lady before mentioned said, love you for yourself, and are happy to do you a service without hope of any return. I have however met in this worldly metropolis with a lady to whom I complained when some “ friends,” to whom a short time ago I had had the good fortune to render some signal service, had shown me their gratitude by speaking of me as ill as if I had been their benefactor through life. I was not then old enough to swallow this pill of bitter experience calmly, and I said to her, “ Madam, I can imagine what in your great position you must suffer from ingratitude—for I know all the good you do—when I, who can do so little, am so very ill rewarded.”

And she gave me this answer, worthy of a saint in its simplicity : Are you surprised that the people to whom I try to do good don’t thank me for it? That is their affair!” Satisfied with having done all the good she could, she never gave the matter another thought ! Il y a encore de grandes ames de par le monde !

It is usually said that when men become old they get selfish from having been so many times disappointed and hardened. This would lead us to think that when children, we are very good, and not, as a great philosopher has it, that “man is born in sin.” Certain it is that the innocence, the deeply interesting simplicity of children, cannot survive those storms of life whicl destroy the bloom of the young fruit. A fact of recent occurrence illustrating children’s engaging simplicity just comes to my mind.

Some children were very anxious to get up some theatricals, to which the parents consented on condition that the children managed it entirely themselves, that they wrote the play, and did everything. The elders were to know nothing about it. When the time came, a party were invited to witness the performance.

Scene the first: an officer, making love to a young lady. Second scene ; the wedding. Third scene; the breakfast, during which the bridegroom is summoned to the war, and torn away from the weeping

bride, amid general lamentation. Curtain. … Two years elapse, and then the bridegroom returns in glory, with Victoria Cross. Affecting scene on again meeting the lady; after which the bride goes to the back of the stage and draws aside a curtain, saying, “ Meantime I too have not been idle,” and discloses twelve bassinets, containing twelve babies, represented by twelve dollies.

Great sensation, followed by uproarious laughter, the shouts of which quite puzzled the children. They could not possibly make out what there was to laugh at. Dear little innocents.

Now Madame Patti when she first came before the public knew only one pleasure, her big dolly. She has since then had other and a little more costly joujous. I have mentioned her four parrots given her on different occasions, but her especial favourite is the one she bought, and that is Polly. There is dear Charlie ; another is called after the great American celebrity Ben Butler; then there is one called Jumbo, not on account of its slender waist, but for other particular reasons. But clever as they all are, Polly beats them hollow. She never makes a mistake in her answers, and whatever you call her, she says in reply what she means you to know. Knock at the door, and she'll ery, “ Entr-r-r-rez!” Youask her, how are you? she will answer in French, “Pas mal; et vous?” Onlyoncel tried her English hard,and got my reward. I dipped my fingers in water and sprinkled a few drops over her; she looked at me, lifting up one little black paw, and unctuously and solemnly said, “ You pig.” Rossini, who used to take snuff not always in the cleanest fashion, said once to Polly, “ I'll give youa biscuit if you sing something.” Polly stretched out a friendly claw and said, “J’ai du bon tabac dans ma tabatiere—tierre —tierre !”

To tell you incidents of Patti’s life would fill an interesting volume. To begin with her birth. Madame Barili, her mother, sang Norma in 1842, on February 18th. While she was singing she felt unwell, but was able to finish the opera. But barely was the black veil thrown over the too loving Druidess than she got her lawful husband to take her home, and in the next hour, which began February 19th, Adelina was given to the world, whose first cry is said to have been F in alt. Since then she has sung several other notes, including about thirty-six or thirty-seven operas, of which the list partly follows :

‘Don Giovanni,’ ‘Le Nozze di Figaro,’ ‘ Otello,’ ‘Il Barbiere di Siviglia,’ ‘La Gazza ladra, ‘I Puritani,’ ‘La Sonnambula,’ ‘ Lucia di Lammermoor,’ ‘ Linda di Chamounix,’ ‘ Don Pasquale,’ ‘ La Figlia del Reggimento,’ ‘ Ernani, ‘Il Trovatore, ‘La Traviata,’ ‘Giovanna d’ Arco,’ ‘ Esmeralda,’ ‘ Don Desiderio,’ ‘ Velleda,’ ‘ Aida,’ ‘ Crispino e la Comare,’ ‘ Dinorah,’ ‘Les Huguenots,’ ‘ L’Africaine,’ ‘ L’ Etoile du

Nord,’ ‘ Marta,’ ‘Faust,’ ‘Romeo e Giulietta, ‘I Lombardi,’ ‘ Fra Diavolo,’ ‘ Semiramide,’ ‘ Les Bleuets,’ &c.

In life Patti is or appears to be the simplest creature born. She never affects a stupid prudery. She will tell you as she looks you straight in the face(which is one of her great qualities), “I am the first singer in the world, all the others must concede that.” But she is not on that account anyway more haughty. She is as fond as anybody of a game of billiards, and is prouder of a difficult cannon than of her biggest réle. She is quite without affectation. Once her brother-inlaw sitting at the piano began one of those Viennese waltzes that lift you off your feet. Instantly she jumped up, took hold of me and off we went in a whirlwind, she as light as a feather, “the which” will prove to you, sweet and kind reader, that there was a time when I was younger than I am now, although I will not say, should the siren wish even at this moment to make me commit the folly of another waltz, that I should have Ulysses’ strength to resist her. I remember reading in a feuilleton of my celebrated friend Hanslick (the great critic of the Vienna Neue Freie Presse and professor of sesthetics at the University) that all his dignities did not prevent him from flying through the salon in Paris, encircling Ja belle Adelina, and enjoying a waltz, as the young Viennese doevery day. Shall I, in conclusion, give you an idea of all her hommages, presents, souvenirs of every shape and form and value, heaped upon this too fortunate child of the Muses? Go to her any day you like, and you are sure to see something extraordinary arrive in the shape of an offering. When she sang in Italy, Victor Emanuel the king told her he would come to hear her every night she sang, and, like the r2 galantuomo that he was, he did come every time. At Florence a lady and a gentleman bent forward from their box to present Madame Patti with a laurel crown. You want to know their name? Mario and Grisi. The Duke of Alba in Madrid presented her too with a laurel crown from his box. When she had done singing at Madrid, bouquets and poems flew through the air attached to 200 canaries. The Queen Isabella, a very good singer herself, presented her with a brooch consisting of a large amethyst cameo with forty big pearls, and a pair of sapphire and diamond earrings. The Jockey Club in Paris presented her with twelve laurel crowns the same evening, although she had not twelve heads to use them all. In Berlin she sang twelve times, and twelve times the Emperor was present. The diamonds she carried away from Russia constitute in themselves & small fortune.t Gounod said that

all his Marguerites were Northern maidens, but Patti was the only Southern Gretchen, and that from her, singers should learn what to do and what to avoid. But as I said, go to see her; not a day passes, but Baron R. sends a big basket, half fruit half flowers, or a lady sends an immense fan all tortoiseshell with silver and gold inlaid and red marabouts, and so on, and so on. When you have done calculating all that it is possible for you to do, to say, to write, to present, and all that is impossible to guess, then only will you have an inkling of that perpetual, uninterrupted homage called the life of Adelina Patti. Never has a singer been so universally spoiled. That handsome and spirituelle Princesse Belgiojoso’s memoirs of a singer, whose name was Josephina Grassini, are probably quite unknown to the readers of this paper. She tyrannized over no less a tyrant than Napoleon I. in the beginning of this century, telling him in her Italian accent, “ Oui, tou es oun gran général, ma je n’ai pas besoin d’oun général, oun bel homme me plairait mieux ; toi, tou es oun petit homme et tou entend le mousique comme oune serin.” And the man who saw kings tremble before his angry look, who bore no contradiction from any living creature—Napoleon— submitted to the handsome contralto meekly. Is it not true what Voltaire wrote on the statue of Cupid ?—

“Qui que tu sois, voila ton maitre, Il Vest, le fut ou le doit étre.”

From Temple Bar 1885-03: Vol 73

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Info about my Crash Bandicoot OCs

Charlie

Cat

Allies with Crash Bandicoot

Oldest daughter of Craig and Marlene

Oldest sister of Tango

Tango

Cat

Allies with Crash Bandicoot

Youngest child of Craig and Marlene

Youngest sister of Charlie

Shy

Doesn't like clowns after seeing them in a circus her family and her friends went to

Sage

Henchmen/Ally of Neo Cortex

Adopted father of Ember

Elder child of Berī and Hinto

Older brother of Mandy

Fox

Ember

Adopted daughter of Sage

Created by Cortex

Fox

Quills

Hedgehog

Allies with Sage

Aids Cortex

Hannah

Fox

Hated by Sage because he was sick of her stalking him

Attempts to kill Sage's allies so that she can love him forever

Yandere

Frost

Cat

Frostbitten from a blizzard in a frozen area

Friends with Sage, Quills and Ember

Created by Cortex to kill Crash

Hates Cortex for leaving him to frostbite to death

Hinto

Father of Sage and Mandy

Husband of Berī

Lieutenant of his own fox army

Fox

Berī

Wife of Hinto

Mother of Sage and Mandy

Fox

Craig

Father of Charlie and Tango

Husband of Marlene

His accent is inspired by Bill Cosby

Met Marlene at a party

Cat

Marlene

Wife of Craig

Mother of Charlie and Tango

Met Craig at a party

Cat

Dandelion

Distant cousin of Charlie and Tango

Isn't remembered by her family except Charlie and Tango, since they have known memories about her life

Cat

Crimson

Distant cousin of Sage and Mandy

Hates Sage because Cortex considered him as his favourite

Fox

Has a scarred eye from being attacked by Tiny, he covers it with an eyepatch

Older brother to Slash

Slash

Younger brother of Crimson

Completly insane

Fox

Hates Sage and wants him dead for being favoured by Cortex

Distant cousin of Sage and Mandy

Mandy

Younger sister of Sage

Youngest child of Hinto and Berī

Fox

Enid

Friend of Sage

Intelligent

Rabbit

Scientist

Hench-rabbit of Cortex

Owns a secret lab under Cortex's lab

Larry

Uncle of Charlie and Tango

Father of Cole and Sally

Husband of Paulina

Cat

Paulina

Aunt of Charlie and Tango

Mother of Cole and Sally

Wife of Larry

Cat

Cole and Sally

Cousins of Charlie and Tango

Cats

Children of Paulina and Larry

Siblings to eachother

Colin

Friends with Charlie and Tango

Member of Catz Fever

Cat

Prezzy

Friends with Charlie and Tango

Member of Catz Fever

Cat

Indy

Friends with Charlie and Tango

Member of Catz Fever

Cat

Macky

Cat

Member of Catz Fever

Friends with Charlie and Tango

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muse list under cut. canon doesn't exist.

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER.

(    * azula.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * katara.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * ty lee.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * yue.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * zuko.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

BALDUR’S GATE 3. most muses also have a bg3 verse, just ask!

(    * arabella.    )    tba/animated, multiship (pan) —  original, irredeemable durge, drow/druid.

(    * asteria.    )    animated, multiship (pan) —  original, tav, githyanki/wizard.

(    * astarion ancunin.    )    adam brody/animated, multiship (pan).

(    * balduran / “the emperor”.    )    animated, multiship (pan).

(    * enver gortash.    )    animated, multiship (pan).

(    * gale dekarios.    )    michael huisman/animated, multiship (pan).

(    * halsin.    )    henry cavill/animated, multiship (pan).

(    * mystra.    )    multiple, primarily anne hathaway/animated, multiship (pan).

(    * orin the red.    )    animated, multiship (pan).

(    * raphael.    )    animated, multiship (pan).

(    * rosalie hale.    )    dianna agron, multiship (bi).

BROADWAY.

(    * annalise hughes.    )    fandomless. zendaya, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * cathy hiatt.    )    the last five years. anna kendrick, multiship (bi).

(    * connor murphy.    )    dear evan hansen. mike faist, multiship (bi).

(    * evan hansen.    )    dear evan hansen. ben platt, multiship (bi).

(    * mimi marquez.    )    rent. victoria justice, multiship (bi).

(    * zoe murphy.    )    dear evan hansen. laura dreyfuss, multiship (bi).

DC. typically written as being in the same universe as marvel.

(    * alexis kaye / “punchline”.    )    bae suzy, multiship (bi).

(    * arthur fleck / “the joker”.    )    multiple, primarily joaquin phoenix, multiship (straight).

(    * harleen quinzel / “harley quinn”.    )    margot robbie / lady gaga, multiship (bi).

(    * pamela isley / “poison ivy”.    )    debby ryan, multiship (bi).

(    * rose wilson / “ravager”.    )    tba, multiship (bi).

(    * tara markov / “terra”.    )    tba, multiship (bi).

HAZBIN HOTEL.

(    * alastor / “radio demon”.    )    animated, ?.

(    * anthony / “angel dust”.    )    animated, multiship (gay).

(    * charlie morningstar.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * lucifer morningstar.    )    animated, multiship (straight).

(    * vaggie.    )    animated, multiship (lesbian).

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS / ARCANE. can & will be adapted to both marvel & bg3 if needed!

(    * jinx.    )    margot robbie/animated, multiship (bi).

(    * neeko.    )    gemma chan / animated, multiship (lesbian).

(    * seraphine.    )    jessica henwick / animated, multiship (bi).

(    * xayah.    )    emma stone / animated, multiship (bi).

MARVEL.

(    * ava starr / “ghost”.    )    hannah john-kamen, multiship (bi).

(    * bruce banner / “the incredible hulk”.    )    mark ruffalo, multiship (bi).

(    * bucky barnes / “the winter soldier”.    )    ➝ located at wintersghst.

(    * christine palmer.    )    rachel mcadams, multiship (bi).

(    * clint barton / “hawkeye”.    )    justin hartley, multiship (bi).

(    * estelle fulbright.    )    niki koss, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * eugene roe.    )    shane taylor, multiship (straight).

(    * felicia hardy / “black cat”.    )    liv morgan, multiship (bi).

(    * garou / “hero hunter”.    )    kento yamazaki, multiship (bi).

(    * gwen stacy / “ghost-spider”.    )    multiple, primarily emma mackey, multiship (bi).

(    * juliette ferrars.    )    multiple, primarily anjelica bette fellini, multiship (bi).

(    * levi tate / “cloak of levitation”.    )    yvonne strahovski, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * liz allan.    )    paulina singer, multiship (bi).

(    * natalia romanova / “natasha romanoff” / “black widow”.    )    multiple, primarily lauren german, multiship (bi).

(    * olivia stark / “captain america’s shield”.    )    rashida jones, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * peter parker / “spider-man”.    )    andrew garfield, multiship (bi).

(    * ronald spiers.    )    matthew settle, multiship (bi).

(    * roxanne lewis.    )    katelyn nacon, multiship (bi).

(    * stephen strange / “doctor strange”.    )    dev patel, multiship (bi).

(    * steve rogers / “captain america”.    )    chris evans, multiship (bi) but primarily in a relationship with holly.

(    * t’challa udaku / “black panther”.    )    multiple, including chadwick boseman, multiship (bi).

(    * tony stark / “iron-man”.    )    robert downey jr, singleship (strnza).

(    * tori beaugrand.    )    multiple, primarily emilia clarke, multiship (bi).

(    * wanda maximoff / “scarlet witch”.    )    franciska farkas, multiship (bi).

MAYANS MC.

(    * angel reyes.    )    clayton cardenas, multiship (bi) but primarily married to eliza.

(    * antonia pena.    )    alexandra barreto, multiship  (bi).

(    * bishop losa.    )    michael irby, multiship (bi).

(    * coco cruz.    )    richard cabral, multiship (bi) but primarily dating hope or in a struggleship with ravenna.

(    * creeper vargas.    )    joseph raymond lucero, multiship (straight).

(    * eliza kardel.    )    inbar lavi, multiship (bi) —  original, taking her off sophie’s hands.

(    * ez reyes.    )    jd pardo, multiship (straight) but primarily dating gaby or sofia.

(    * felipe reyes.    )    edward james olmos, selectively multiship (straight).

(    * inez navarro.    )    melissa barrera, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * johanna juhlin.    )    erika linder, singleship (thehollyverse) —  original.

(    * katie “kody” mcneill.    )    stella maeve, multiship (bi).

(    * kevin jimenez.    )    maurice compte, multiship (straight).

(    * leticia cruz.    )    emily tosta, multiship (bi).

(    * marisol reyes.    )    jamie lynn sigler / gloria estefan, selectively multiship (straight).

(    * manny.    )    manny montana, multiship (straight).

(    * mayra reyes.    )    samantha boscarino, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * miguel galindo.    )    danny pino, multiship (bi).

(    * nestor oceteva.    )    gino vento, multiship (bi).

(    * sofia.    )    andrea cortes, multiship (bi).

(    * taza romero.    )    raoul max trujillo, multiship (bi).

(    * tessa alvarez.    )    daniella pineda, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * xiomara ramos.    )    sofia carson, singleship (thehollyverse) —  original.

(    * zoe davis.    )    lauren cohan, singleship (untilthcyrot) —  original.

MISCELLANEOUS FANDOMS.

(    * ally maine.    )    a star is born. lady gaga, multiship (bi).

(    * ban.    )    seven deadly sins. animated, multiship (bi).

(    * dante myers.    )    fandomless. jeremy allen white, multiship (bi) —  original.

(    * daphne blake.    )    scooby doo. abigail cowan, multiship (bi).

(    * hawk.    )    seven deadly sins. animated, no shipping.

(    * john wick.    )    john wick. keanu reeves, multiship (straight).

(    * liliana bennett.    )    fandomless. elise eberle, multiship (bi) —  original.

( * miley stewart / "hannah montana". ) hannah montana. miley cyrus, multiship (bi).

(    * rhaenyra targaryen.    )    house of the dragon. emma d’arcy, multiship (straight).

(    * robb stark.    )    game of thrones. richard madden, multiship (straight).

(    * velma dinkley.    )    scooby doo. sarah hyland, multiship (lesbian).

NARUTO.

(    * akimichi choji.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * deidara.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * fuu.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * gaara.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * hidan.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * hoshigaki kisame.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * hyuga hinata.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * inuzuka kiba.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * kaguya kimimaro.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * kankuro.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * konan.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * nara shikamaru.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * nohara rin.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * orochimaru.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * sakon & ukon.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * sasori.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * tayuya.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * uchiha itachi.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * yamanaka ino.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

(    * yuki haku.    )    animated, multiship (bi).

SONS OF ANARCHY.

(    * bobby munson.    )    mark boone jr, multiship (straight).

(    * candy eglee.    )    blake lively, multiship (bi).

(    * chibs telford.    )    tommy flanagan, multiship (bi).

(    * clay morrow.    )    ron perlman, singleship (murkyhazed).

(    * galen o’shay.    )    timothy v murphy, multiship (straight).

(    * happy lowman.    )    david labrava, multiship (bi) but primarily married to juniper.

(    * herman kozik.    )    kenny johnson, multiship (bi).

(    * jax teller.    )    charlie hunnam, multiship (straight).

(    * jimmy o’phelan.    )    titus welliver, multiship (straight).

(    * juice ortiz.    )    theo rossi, singleship (winterslght).

(    * kendra kozik.    )    ➝ located at hopeincarnaet.

(    * lowell harland jr.    )    cody christian, multiship (straight).

(    * lyla winston.    )    winter ave zoli, multiship (bi).

(    * marcus alvarez.    )    emilio rivera, multiship (straight).

(    * nero padilla.    )    jimmy smits, multiship (straight).

(    * samara wellerstein.    )    halston sage, singleship (thehollyverse) —  original.

(    * tig trager.    )    kim coates, multiship (pan).

(    * wendy case.    )    drea de matteo, multiship (bi).

STAR WARS.

(    * alara kitan.    )    halston sage, multiship (bi).

(    * bb-8.    )    animated, no shipping.

(    * ben solo / “kylo ren”.    )    adam driver, multiship (bi).

(    * jyn erso.    )    felicity jones, multiship (bi).

(    * qi’ra.    )    emilia clarke, multiship (bi).

THE WALKING DEAD.

(    * amy harrison.    )    multiple, primarily isabel may, multiship (straight).

(    * beth greene.    )    emily kinney, multiship (straight).

(    * brian blake / “philip” / “the governor”.    )    david morrissey, multiship (straight)

(    * hana jeong.    )    pom klementieff, multiship (lesbian) —  original.

(    * lizzie samuels.    )    brighton sharbino, no shipping.

(    * negan.    )    jeffrey dean morgan, multiship (straight).

(    * shane walsh.    )    jon bernthal, multiship (straight).

(    * siddiq.    )    avi nash, multiship (straight).

(    * sophia peletier.    )    multiple, primarily madison lintz, no shipping.

WWE.  kayfabe only!

(    * aj lee.    )    aj lee, multiship (bi).

(    * blair davenport.    )    blair davenport, multiship (bi).

(    * brie bella.    )    brie bella, multiship (bi).

(    * cm punk.    )    cm punk, singleship (ruinreigns).

(    * damian priest.    )    damian priest, multiship (bi).

(    * ilja dragunov.    )    ilja dragunov, multiship (bi).

(    * liv morgan.    )    ➝ located at 0blivion.

(    * jimmy uso.    )    jimmy uso, singleship (thr0whands).

(    * roman reigns.    )    roman reigns, multiship (bi).

(    * seth rollins.    )    seth rollins, multiship (bi).

(    * tama tonga.    )    tama tonga, multiship (bi).

[tuxedosaurus]

Aight I did a Teen Titans fancast based on the New Teen Titans era since I assume that’s what they’ll adapt.

This is mostly based on appearance and age since I haven’t seen most of them act. I’m not a casting director in any way, so this is definitely amateur hour, but I think it’s fun.

The movie won’t be made for a bit and I’m allowing early 20s ppl to play them, so I tried to pick actors who could be cast now or in a couple years.

Charlie Bushnell as Robin

Paulina Chavez as Wonder Girl

Marsai Martin as Starfire

Alex Hibbert as Cyborg

Avantika Vandanapu as Raven

Walker Scobell as Changeling

[seekdevotion]

*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          gimme     some     mw     fcs??

ummmm everyone<3 some ideas are angela sarafyan, kwak dongyeon, ok taecyeon, d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, mikey madison, jung hoyeon, oscar isaac, robert pattinson, song joongki, archie renaux, laura harrier, ben barnes, oliver jackson-cohen, serena motola, lee yoomi, lee joobin, fah yongwaree, davika hoorne, gong yoo, hunter schafer, charlie rowe, sen mitsuji, hayley law, dev patel, xiaojun, lizeth selene, brianne tju, nam yoonsoo, austin abrams, alfred enoch, douglas booth, manny jacinto, ana de armas, kim taehyung, martin sensmeier, sonoya mizuno, anya chalotra, aaron taylor johnson, hande ercel, gavin leatherwood, song kang, adeline rudolph, tati gabrielle, lucy boynton, khadijha red thunder, chance perdomo, elodie yung, charlie cox, kim mingue, devery jacobs, demet özdemir, charlie hunnam, kiowa gordon, christian serratos, mia goth, amber midthunder, lakeith stanfield, algee smith, forrest goodluck, maude apatow, melisa pamuk, woo do hwan, paulina alexis, daniel sharman, evan mock, zion moreno, savannah lee smith, rahul kohli, alaqua cox, amita suman, danielle galligan, jessie mei li, freddy carter, kit young, cillian murphy, nico hiraga, adria arjona, bright vachirawit, lee dongwook, barbie ferreira, cara gee, jordan connor, damiano david, priscilla quintana, aslihan malbora, tom holland, yandeh sallah, jeon jungkook, chase sui wonders, seol inah, dominic fike, alperen duymaz, nam joohyuk. ok gonna go deep fry my brain now until it's smooth !

[rose-of-oz]

oc masterlist — superhero media

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧.

name: adam kelleher. fic: goodnight gotham. alias: arachnid. pronouns: he/him. ship: bruce wayne. powers/abilities: engineering and weapons making, s highly skilled in gymnastics and hand-to-hand combat. faceclaim: andrew garfield.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬.

name: michael “micky” goe. fic: sucker for pain. alias: n/a. pronouns: he/him. ship: billy butcher. powers/abilities: mild telekinesis. faceclaim: steven yeun.

𝐝𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: donald “donnie” carver. fic: bleeding out. alias: sentinel. pronouns: he/him. ship: diana of themyscira. powers/abilities: enhanced strength, endurance, and senses. faceclaim: charlie cox.

name: paisley harlow. fic: the archer. alias: sagittarius. pronouns: they/she. ship: jason todd. powers/abilities: highly skilled in archery and hand-to-hand combat. faceclaim: hailee steinfeld.

name: ivana morozova. fic: gasoline. alias: whisper. pronouns: she/her. ship: dick grayson. powers/abilities: highly trained assassin. faceclaim: florence pugh.

𝐝𝐜 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

name: elena isley. fic: sunflower. alias: persephone. pronouns: she/her. ship: barry allen. powers/abilities: chlorokinesis, toxokinesis, trained in hand-to-hand combat. faceclaim: paulina chávez.

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

name: theodore “theo” ester. fic: demons. alias: n/a. pronouns: he/him. ship: bruce banner. powers/abilities: n/a. faceclaim: hugh dancy.

name: elin eriksdottir. fic: don’t blame me. alias: goddess of chaos. pronouns: she/her. ship: darcy lewis. powers/abilities: asgardian physiology, chaos manipulation, skilled in dagger wielding. faceclaim: sofia boutella.

name: daniel garcía. fic: strange magic. alias: master garcía. pronouns: he/him. ship: stephen strange. powers/abilities: highly skilled in the mystic arts. faceclaim: diego luna.

name: helios. fic: time in a bottle. alias: n/a. pronouns: he/him. ship: kingo. powers/abilities: eternal physiology, heliokinesis, lumiokinesis. faceclaim: leslie odom jr.

name: dev kahtri. fic: superheroes. alias: n/a. pronouns: he/him. ship: sam wilson + bucky barnes. powers/abilities: aerokinesis. faceclaim: rahul kohli.

name: annabelle “annie” liu. fic: can’t fight the moonlight. alias: n/a. pronouns: she/her. ship: steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley. powers/abilities: n/a. faceclaim: phillipa soo.

𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦.

name: riordan “rio” varma. fic: heathens. alias: detonator. pronouns: he/they. ship: eddie brock. powers/abilities: technokinesis. faceclaim: avan jogia.

[latibvles]

THIS, TOO.

#37 A KISS ON THE UPPER BACK. feat. boxer! charlie x former boxer! dick — send me a prompt here.

another one for my beloved @pomprincesse and this one admittedly had me sniffling. early morning dick and charlie feelings make me misty-eyed and I appreciate the enabling for more of this boxing au madness. consider it my apology gift for the ghost au.

She didn’t know getting punched in the face could reap so many prizes beyond… monetary ones.

Boxing gave her this apartment, no matter how shitty, is hers — with the dated cabinets, and the thin walls. It’s something she was able to get for herself, free up some room at home, and now her sister’s got a room of her own.

Boxing gave her Joe, Bill, Paulina, Malarkey, all the rest — as irritating as she claimed for them to be, she doesn’t know where she’d be without them. Alone, that little voice in the back of her head reminds her, you’d be alone.

And it gave her Harry, who believed in her, and Jean, the best corner woman she’d ever known, and Lew, who was almost too generous when sponsoring her all those years ago.

And it gave her this, too.

His hand, splayed over her abdomen, keeping her pressed against him, his leg over hers, keeping her caged to the bed. As if there’s anywhere else she’d rather be. Dick runs so warm it’s easy to forget how cold her apartment gets, and with no words, he manages to keep her in bed just for the chance to prolong this.

She feels the steady rise and fall of his chest, can imagine his sleep rumpled face, the freckles on his shoulders, the marks left in the night that will make him grin and roll his eyes, when he sees them.

On mornings like this, when she’s finally awake before he is, she almost has a hard time believing any of it is real. That it’s hers. That he’s hers. She doesn’t know if it’s luck or God or fate but she knows if she didn’t make Jean wrap her hands in medical tape and gauze all those years ago, she wouldn’t have him now.

Behind her, he groans, low and deep and sleep-filled, the sheets rustling as he shuffles back for a moment. She has half a mind to turn her head to greet him, but she doesn’t get the chance. He presses a kiss, soft and feather like, to one shoulder blade. Her breath hitches in her throat.

Dick moves to the other shoulder blade, another kiss pressed there. And then two, to the center of her upper back, she feels the grin playing on his lips, goosebumps rising to the surface where he’s all but seared himself into her skin at the ripe time of eight in the morning.

She loves him so much she could cry.

Instead, Charlie turns around beneath the weight of his arm, to look him in his sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

“Hey you,” he mutters, his voice still rough with sleep. She reaches up to run her thumb lazily over his cheek, smiling when his grin only seems to grow.

“Hey yourself,” she murmurs back, affectionate, shifting in the bed so they’re a little less than chest-to-chest. “Slept good, I’m guessing. Better than the train?” A slow sigh escapes him, the arm draped over her shifting so he can grab her hip, rub his thumb against her hip bone.

“Better than the train,” Dick parrots, eyes opening a little more, but just as reluctant. “Should probably get up.”

“You got big plans I don’t know about?” Charlie quips, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, you caught me. How’d you know?” He shoots back, dry.

“Too smart for my own good, I guess.” She tries to shift him onto his back, pushing against his shoulder and he, ready and willing, lets her. She keeps her leg thrown over him, laying on his chest fully now.

“Mmm,” He shuts his eyes for a moment, lets his fingers trail down the curve of her spine, and she shivers. He opens his eye again, raises a brow. “You’re not gonna let me get up, are you?” Charlie grins, catlike, and presses a kiss to his jaw.

“You caught me.”

[heartbsl]

alias tk pronouns she/her age 25+ timezone pst (gmt-8/7) fc wishlist erana james, tyler james williams, chase sui wonders, dylan wang/wang he di, paulina alexis themes and plots you'd like to explore class differences in bankscliff, learning to make it on your own away from home, character exploring their sexuality (angst-free), the ways only family can know you and therefore harm you (aka family drama!) your summer of '23 anthem welcome to my island charli xcx remix by caroline polachek

[ginger-grimm]

Sending you some photos of Carmen/Paulina & Jonathan/Charlie (along with some warm hugs) to put a smile on your face! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖 Hope you feel better soon! 🥰

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💙

Thank you sm, much appreciate! ❤️