#intro post.

[vampirel00rd]

people:

@theunwedbride — lala. my girlfriend <3

@archerslittlefox — princess. practically a living key. she’s pretty nice. she can handle jacks too.

@fatedprinceofhearts — jacks, the prince of hearts. heartbreaker. literally. he’s sort of nice if you get to know him.

@theauroravalor — aurora. my sister. bluntly obsessed with jacks. also likes to flirt with evangeline.

@iminyourwallschaosvalor — as you can tell, they’re in my walls.

@thefateslayer — donatella. scarletts sister

@empressdragna — the sister of donatella. i’ve never met her.

@legendarydante — dante. boyfriend of donatella.

@thejuliansantos — weirdo.

others:

@histographeraiko — idk who you are either.

@princeapollothearcher — apollo. he would’ve fucked both me and jacks. good to know.

the rest arent important.

@lxvebelle

[midiosaamor]

౨ৎ BREAK MY HEART IN TWO .ᐟ

𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬. 𝓢/her. june gemini. hispanic. hades’ little girl. motorcycle lover. hopeless romanic. romantasy girlie. grayson hawthorne’s gf. silly slytherclaw. adrenaline’s #1 slut!! mascara + lip gloss.

CURRENTLY READING. the gilded cage.

CURRENTLY LISTENING. the perfect pair.

CURRENTLY WATCHING. silly christmas movies.

౨ৎ CUZ I WOULD ANYWAYS, WE END UP LIKE ALWAYS .ᐟ

LINKS. in depth intro. pinterest. spotify. writing acc. good reads. list to boycott for palestine. whisper pinterest. daily clicks.

since we need this stupid shit: national suicide prevention. domestic violence hotline. sexual abuse hotline. trans lifeline and recourses.

[raytorosguitarstrap]

"Wsg shawty. Tryna buy some yummy delicious devils lettuce 🥶🙏"

Hai, I'm Shaggy. I also go by Johnny, larry, or (if ur close/a friend) pookie/daddy (/j obvi)

I use he/they/it

rp blog for my lil alien: @yur13sredrum

I have extreme awesomeness (autism) so sometimes I'm too cool to understand things quickly 😎 (I'm slow.)

My sons r theodore ostergard and Fredrick Charles krueger.

Awesome people to go follow: @randybutternubber @bitchboy @brits4gerardway @randomslinky @notoriousturnip

(I'm going to update this soon, again, because I keep having identity crisis'(es?)

Tags under cut!

#💀🩷 - usually original posts that aren't reblogs or asks

#I lov my mutuals!! - self explanatory, I love my mutuals. Used in posts I interact with mutuals on

#Fred <3 -posts of freddy whenever I remember to tag em lmfao

#Theo <3 - posts of theodore whenever I remember to tag

I go into anon as 💀🩷/ 💀🖤 if I'm rping mortican

Thats abt it :3

[mobilis-in-mobili]

Me.zip

Name: Slightly volatile, but I go by Alan. Ari’s fine, too (but only if we're mutuals or if you're a cat) (Initials are A. E. and they're all I want on my gravestone)

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/They

Collegiate by designation but will accept requests for world domination if called for (I have no superpowers apart from overthinking bring your own)

The Bi-est Bi to ever Bi (I’m a Demi, strictly speaking)

Boyfriends with @torifuckingspring (who also happens to be the softest and kindest fucking person I've ever known and loved and is an absolute peanut btw :] Ps. I'm absolutely sure he's the light that never goes out that Morissey's singing about)

Also yes he's a dork but he's my dork so stfu i'mma snatch his grilled cheese someday and grin cheekily at him from across the table as I wolf it down

First Schwifty Text: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\7 (subsequent ones: ( bvg]' ) ( gh]\ )

Books I’m getting buried with: The Book Thief, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Everything Alice Oseman, Red White and Royal Blue, The Aristotle and Dante Series, They Both Die At The End, and Will Shakespeare’s complete works. Jules Verne is God, so that too

I will honestly kill for Todd Anderson and Neil Perry (and the fact that that extends to Nick and Charlie and Alex and Henry is easily extrapolatable)

My kinda music: The Paper Kites, Coldplay, The Beatles, Nirvana, Radiohead, Cigarettes After Sex, Of Monsters and Men, The Smiths, Flatsound, Hozier, The Mountain Goats, Simon & Garfunkel, Sufjan Stevens, Fleetwood Mac, and Queen

Sideblog: @a-midsummer-nights-dab

Comfort Food: Mac and Cheese

Ps. I wear glasses and the thin metal rimmed sort with circular frames that aren't quite circular but you get me

WatsonCrick on Ao3

dni: Racists, Sexists, Queerphobes, TERFs, MAPs, Nazis, etc

And that’s that :)

[celustine]

welcome 2 our freak certified blog, where you'll find freak shit such as: hornyposting, nsfw, selfshipping, dark fiction, alterhuman stuff, aesthetics, and whatever we feel like putting on here. you can find a list of tags on our TAGLIST and more info on us on our ABOUT page.

We are alt!cesar fictionfolk and some of what we post here is about our f/o mark or alt!cesar x mark :3 (We don't mind doubles or people who share the same F/O, feel free to interact).

We're an adult and we post NSFW/dark/horror content. If you are under the age of 18 AND/OR you interact with minor's NSFW content and you follow/like/reblog our posts then we're blocking you. (also please for the love of god have some sort of indication that you are an adult in your bio if you follow me)

i write sometimes, here is my ao3. i also have strawpage. both are centered around nsfw, read at your own risk.

disclaimer: all of the "problematic" things we post are 100% fictional/kink and aren't a reflection of our real-life morals. we obviously don't condone stalking/noncon/etc. irl

look on my stamps, ye mighty, and despair:

blinkie/stamp credits: (i'm working on it)

x/x x/x/x (edited) x/x x/x/x alternate userbox, mark plush userbox

bloody angel wings, red blinking eye, beating heart, eye heart,

red phone dividers by me.

pfp by @/buggee22 on twitter

[punkzombie]

❛    ──  𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘺 - 𝘐, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘍-𝘓-𝘠

𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻 - 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘻 !      ❜

#𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄  an indie & original character (from a novel) named 𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. stubborn bassist , enthusiastic drummer, big-mouthed  &  all-around UNDEAD. Reanimated by witchcraft & loud music. Sleeps in car and has been known to rot ! ( like a corpse ) Will wear clown make-up to scare you ! ( or excite you ! ) WARNING: MATURE THEMES. Setting takes place in the 90s unless stated or plotted otherwise. All mythos & references are either original or inspired. Don’t steal.     *   written  by   𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴   .  semi   selective   . muse is he / him & writer is referred to by they / them .   blog established 2024.   * ICONLESS & only uses faces as loose interpretations.  * ​AFFILIATED @livingst0ned @roznrot * OTHER BLOG @likeorpheus   * CARRD

[denji-s]

✵ zero. he/she. 20's.

✵ aesthetics side blog. no trigger tags. some nsfw.

[camelliagwerm]

i would say i wasted 20 minutes doing this but. i did it for her.

[thexbclter]

⸻ ( taylor russell, 30, demi woman, they/she ) — look who it is! if you take a look at our database, you’ll find that SERENITY FIELDS is a a TEXTILE WORKER that works in SECTOR 8. according to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of SNAKE PHYSIOLOGY . that must be why they’re SUBDUED and SPITEFUL. if you ask me, they remind me of the hiss of a playful riddle dancing on the end of a forked tongue, small scaled hands working a sewing machine, big black eyes watching carefully from a distance. they are affiliated with NOBODY.

CHARACTER NAME. serenity fields.

NICKNAMES. renity (foster mom only).

FACECLAIM. taylor russell.

MUTATION STATUS. gen ii mutant.

BIRTHDAY. january 16th.

SEXUALITY. pansexual, panromantic.

MORAL ALIGNMENT. true neutral.

OCCUPATION. textile worker.

WORK SECTOR. eight.

AFFILIATION. none.

POSITIVE TRAITS. logical, honest, subdued.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. critical, competitive, spiteful.

inspired by cyan sung-sun (bleach), wednesday addams (addams family), raven (teen titans), medusa (greek mythology), maleficent (sleeping beauty).

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? they have always lived in sol city. since they could remember. she has no true desire to leave sol city. she is comfortable here... even with the flaws it could always be worse elsewhere.

do they trust the council's leadership? why or why not? yes and no. while she believes an elected council is a good idea she is aware that their is evil in most all people and that power can corrupt even the kindest hearts. she doesn't always agree with everything they do but she understands their role in society.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn't, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? while textile was not her first choice... she really hadn't had one. she was assigned the role after not being able (and not wanting to) choose for herself.. and she is content working in the factory making clothing and other basic items for others.

what's one object that they always keep on their person? she has always kept a special stone that was from her biological mother's necklace she wore.

what is your character's ability (or abilities)? snake physiology.

are they gen i or gen ii? gen ii.

what can your character do? what are their strengths? while she has a forked tongue, black eyes, and spots of scales she has only fully transformed into a snake once. her powers are spotty when it comes to shifting. so, for the most part she only has the abilities of a snake in a humanlike form. she has crushing strength, poisonous retracting fangs, and agility.

what can't they do? what are their weaknesses? she can’t get too cold. much like a snake her energy is drained when in the cold for too long. she also is hard of hearing like most snakes in the wild. that’s why working in a textile mill works for her. it’s hot and loud.

is there anything else you'd like to specify about them? not at the moment. but this may change in the future.

[showfallmediamaintenance]

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing...

Hey, I'm Edgar, ex-member of the Showfall maintenance division.

I'll be trying my best to help anyone who needs it from the outside. But I'm just one man.

Again, feel free to ask me about anything, my life, Showfall secrets etc. Asks are always open.

(Not canon, I have no affiliation with Ranboo or Genloss, I'm just neurodivergent.)

[13urningstars]

| Rules and bio | Interest checker | The appartment | Self promo | Impotant tags [ Gen | Verses | ships ] | VC

18+ NSFW/NSFT: @13urningsecrets

other blogs under the cut !!

@plxgve4two - HH/HB oc duo @thehumanhalf - Tf oc @archfeyllen - BG3 tav @w0rldsgreatest - mha multi @silknthreads - KNY oc duo blog @noturnurse - star wars oc multi @magiicxs - dungeon meshi multi @mcrbiddreams - multiverse canon multi @dreamr1fts - multiverse oc multi, @apxrecivm - harry potter multi (FUCK JKR) @shvttrclik - multiverse oc TRANSFORMERS OC AND CANON MULTI IN THE WORKS

[cheari]

✿ : ari. eighteen. she/they. eng-id. multifandom.

current hyperfixation: f1, hotd, and marvel

[mindcrowned]

ryan. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

BASIC INFO

full name — Ryan Estrada(-Takashi) age — forty-four (january 19th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual former occupation — teacher super power — power mimicry (lowkey rogue-like..ish) hero name — hoshii  weapon — dual long scimitars katanas clothing style/ uniform — casual, fitting, nerdy / dark modern-y

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — kinda like a T, broad shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), tho he has decently thick thighs, too but not insanely so scars — a few, but the only prominent ones are long strides across the backs of his thighs tattoos — he has a portrait of his (deceased) daughter & husband on his chest, right above his heart piercings — nipple piercings oops special characteristics — he’s broken and angry at the world, which translates into silence & bitterness

PERSONALITY

alignment — true chaotic neutral positive traits — protective, loyal, strong-willed, caring negative traits — bitter, short-tempered, stubborn hobbies — kenjutsu, cooking, avoiding people, spreading bitterness

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd (watched his husband and child die), negative attitude physical — when he was younger, he got his shoulder dislocated and one of his older sisters thought she could pop it back in. she didn't and broke his shoulder. he can't life his right arm as high as the left one still, but only few know phobias — claustrophobia, haphephobia eyesight — wears glasses / contacts dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — occasionally diet — lived as a vegetarian because of his husband, but when he died.. he went back to a normal semi-healthy diet

SEXUAL

kinks — tba anti-kinks — tba sexual preference — bottom switch

BACKGROUND

birthplace — houston, TX (born) parents — (biological parents unknown) / Maria Estrada-Takashi (step-mother) & Asahi Estrada-Takashi (step-father)  siblings — 2 older sisters who were also adopted by the Estradas; Amelie & Sorayja Estrada-Takashi education — education degree (to work as a teacher) notable skills — he grew up with a lot of japanese traditions/culture including tea ceremonies, calligraphy and the art of kenjutsu

BIO

(child abuse mention, murder mention, child death mention)

on a cold january morning in a small town not too far from houston, a young policeman named ryan mccormick found a little bundle of linen on the steps on his way to work. due to being a heavy smoker, the young deputy-in-training tended to enter the station through the back door & therefore the little boy wrapped abandoned the night prior was saved from spending more hours in the cold. thankfully. mccormick took the newborn to the hospital as swiftly as the old police car would allow, but thankfully houston had been blessed with somewhat decent temperatures, so the newborn would be okay. they said. 

that was the first & last time ryan would ever see his savior, but not the last time he’d be reminded of his existence. the nice employees from the foster care office contacted by social services picked him up after a weekend at the hospital and he was named after his savior. little king. he was thought to take over the world in a quick stride, because as a newborn babe his little smile enchanted everybody who was blessed enough to be present for it. 

the first family that contacted adoption services to meet little ryan would take him home with them, but only for a few months. he was brought back with the explanation that something had to be wrong with the child, because he never cried, he never screamed, he never even cooed. clearly, a well-behaved little boy couldn’t be normal, they thought. as a six month old little boy already rejected by one stats-wise perfect couple, his chances for an early adoption decreased rapidly with every passing day, especially because most couples were looking for younger children. babies. ryan, unfortunately, was running out of time only a few months after he was born. 

when he passed the twelve-month mark, he was taken over by another foster care office - one that handled children, not newborns. his photo was sent to every couple looking to take care of a child, though unfortunately for him, the only interest was shown by an old couple eager to temporarily give foster care children a loving home. they weren’t looking for long-term responsibilities. a few months outside the sterile rooms of the facility would do him well, they thought. 

elise & archibald johnson could be described as the most stereotypical sixty-plus year old farm-owner couple america had to offer. flags decorated not only the front of the house, but the back, too & little ryry would spend the next eight months with them. longer than anticipated by pretty much everybody & maybe they would’ve actually kept him longer, but archibald’s health began to deteriorate suddenly, so they could no longer look after the little boy. 

cue, another few months with only sparse human interaction & yet, with a roof over his head & food a regular occurrence, some would say ryan was lucky. he was three years old when the next family decided to give him a chance. lucy & thomas jackson. houston simply has too many children in the social service system to ensure a stable & proper development for each & every single one, so ryan .. wasn’t quite as vocal as he should be, but the jacksons were patient & gentle - if firm in their approach with him, so the little boy soon developed an almost chatty attitude. 

until this day, nobody knows why the jacksons returned a four-and-a-half year old toddler, but they did. by then, ryan had reached that age of he’s not longer utterly adorable & actual work, which was the reason he spent another year on the waiting list & at this point in time.. ryan began to understand what happened around him & of course one would wonder why other kids came & went, but not you. although that took another year to develop. almost six years old, ryan was once again sent to live with a family with three other foster kids to learn social etiquette. 

not a good year. 

ryan was returned with a broken arm, scars covering the backs of his thighs & a black eye. clumsy child. the next couple was somewhat different, because they’d wanted to adopt a child for a long time, but they didn’t qualify before & they didn’t have the funds for a newborn, so a six year old was the best they could do. it was fine with them. in their care, ryan discovered he wasn’t normal. except for being stronger than a child should be, the couple found… well, something else was wrong with the little boy in their care. sometimes when he touched them, not only would he scream & flee, but sometimes they’d feel their energy … drain rapidly. ryan was eight years old when these mishaps messed with the peace in the johnson household. it wasn’t until he was nine that he found the words to speak about what he was experiencing. thankfully, he had yet to meet another superhuman, because touching them would surely have sent the confused little boy into a frenzy unlike anything the johnsons ever experienced. a few months later, ryan was … once again, in his old room at foster care. 

how he knew? 

he felt it. the issue that caused his return to the facility this time was … not dealt with. he was left alone to fend for himself in a world that knew no mercy for a confused little boy’s struggles. so, besides knowing nobody wanted him, he also had powers to deal with. 

school in the foster care system.. was okay. ryan knew most of the kids in class with him, so there was that. he might’ve made friends even, but due to images flooding his mind whenever one of the other boys jumped him to play, he ..retreated. he’d sit in the front of the class knowing only few would dare, he spent breaks in his room & generally stayed away from other kids. of course that was noticed, but he wasn’t hurting anybody, so they left him. once ryan learned to read.. he had only very few reasons to leave his room, ever. 

he was eleven when the next foster family took him in. it didn’t go well. back in the residential foster care - a group home for school kids really. a new room, which ryan didn’t like at all. it was shared with three other boys. none of them respected his urge to keep distance between him & them. the worst two years of his life yet. he’d have taken the abusive rednecks from when he was four over this. he was the youngest in the room, definitely the nerdiest - as they called him & when he was prescribed glasses? life, as he knew it, was over for him. the bullying was .. tolerated by the caretakers in the hopes of turning the quiet little boy into a normal, more social child. safe to say it did the opposite. 

ryan found safe places at the facility where he could spend as much of his days as possible for the next few years. his powers grew, but not in a good way. he felt himself change whenever the boys grabbed him or pushed him down to play stampede on his back. their thoughts echoing in his own mind, loud & clear like they were telling him of all the cruel things they yearned to unleash upon him, the pictures of …memories that definitely weren’t his still flooding his mind uncontrollably when they did, too. he had no way to control it, no way to escape the daily onslaught. 

seriously, worst years of his life.

a few weeks before his fourteen’s birthday, he’d meet the owners of his … well, semi-forever home. he was so grateful to get out of that group home, he cried the entire four hour drive to his new home. well, not quite. he passed out halfway through. the house he woke up was the biggest & most beautiful one he’d ever seen. he had his own room. his own room. he knew this was what people called paradise without ever having seen anyplace else. 

this time, though - everything was different. maria & asahi estrada-takashi sat him down & spoke with him, thinking that surely - he was old enough to be treated like an equal, at least ..closely to it. they explained that - so long as he wanted to, this would be his home. they heard of his struggles & unbeknownst to him, had been to visit at the facility where they witnessed enough to know they had to get him out. he wasn’t the only foster child at the estrada-takashi household. he shared it with two older girls who’d soon be his sisters - officially. a year after taking him in, the estrada-takashi’s officially adopted him. 

ryan finally found a sense of normalcy. he expected them to send him away once they found out about his powers, but they didn’t. instead, they brought him his very first pair of gloves. he wore long sleeves most of the time anyway, so that pretty much made him as immune to accidentally getting touched as possible, but - even though his sisters teased him mercilessly, they respected him enough to not force anything on him. to get the young teen out of his room & books more, he was sent for hobbies that allowed distancing as much as possible. ryan was sent to learn how to ride & responsibility was taught by him taking care of the horse on three days of the week, too. besides that, he was trained in the art of kenjutsu to strengthen his body & calligraphy to exercise his mind while teaching him patience & that his urge to chase perfection in everything he did wasn’t a bad thing. 

turned out he had an unexpected talent with the katana & actually found joy in practicing with it. it was all for fun. ever since he had the stability at home & a loving family to back him, he was doing much better & oftentimes left his room to socialize. after an incident at school, they gave him a somewhat exceptional permission to wear his gloves at all times, even during pe. sure, that didn’t exactly help his image in school, but he’d never been very popular. he’d always been told he wasn’t pretty & even his sisters sometimes teased him about his looks - they didn’t know that’d been a recurring happenstance & he .. never told them, so ryan went to school with only one goal in mind. 

survive. 

he had exceptional grades & graduated with flying colors, but due to his rather questionable upbringing & a lack of interesting bullet points on his resume, community college was as high as he’d go. which was where he met the potential love of his life. he fell fast & unbelievably hard. lucky for him, it only took a few weeks of hopeless pining for his classmate for him to be noticed. one would think with how quickly their love bloomed, that it would die out in spectacular colors not long after. but it didn’t.

victor lavine was his soulmate, it seemed. even when ryan explained the gloves & his strange powers, their love didn’t diminish - if anything, it burned brighter despite the obstacles ahead. intimacy. touch still being an issue for ryan, they took things slow. very slow. up until the point that there was nothing left to see when ryan & victor’s skin touched. there was one grand rule, though. an ultimatum victor left ryan to think over. 

me or your powers. 

admittedly, it wasn’t as severe an ultimatum as it sounded, there was no cure for superpowers, but victor - as one of the many people afraid of superhumans, would give true love a chance only if ryan abandoned his powers & the institute. he’d been in contact with them for a few months before he met victor & had been debating giving up his studied to live in a place that was more suited to the likes of him, where he’d learn to control his powers. before he met victor… that sounded pretty good. after, though? not good. the institute had been quite ..convincing. the unwanted child. with a story like his, ryan would surely draw attention to himself & that was what they wanted. attention, positive media, likes. desperate to be seen, to be loved, to be accepted, ryan chose love. 

& he wouldn’t regret it for a long time. he became a teacher, as did victor. they managed to get into the same school afterwards. again fueling ryan’s conviction about them being soulmates. life was good. they moved into their own place soon a lot of states over, not the biggest house, but with decent income on both sides, they lived a comfortable life. moving to the big city had a lot of perks, but also ..not. more people meant that occasionally, ryan would run into other people like him, which … he felt before he saw them & it was during a car crash that he discovered he could ..absorb other superhuman’s powers. in a way. he had no idea how it worked at the time, but when a woman pulled him out of the wreck bare-handed .. by his neck, he felt his body freeze against his will & in her memories he could see why. 

she was like him, but not quite. he didn’t tell victor about her when he got home that night. instead he experimented with his powers every now & then with the help of their dog. well, victor’s dog. they married a few years later & a few years after that, they saved a child from foster care. violet. 

she was three years old at the time & would change their lives forever. she brought a light into their home that neither knew they were missing before. they were the perfect little family & they continued to be for a handful of years. life was sweet & fulfilling & for the longest time ryan thought he was going to grow old with victor by his side, violet would be living her own life one day, but she’d always come visit them, because she loved her fathers & knew what it was like not to have any. 

but life as he saw in their future wasn’t meant to come true. not in this life anyway. ryan had been stuck late at school for a teacher-parent evening with a group of very concerned & incredibly chatty parents, so when he came home around eleven pm, he found the door ajar. inside… the sight that awaited him.. would haunt him until the end of his days, surely. 

he found his home in shambles, blood spatters scattered, but most prominent was a drawn-out puddle leading into the kitchen, which was where he found his husband in a puddle of his own blood. he’d been beaten & stabbed repeatedly while trying to protect their daughter. ryan found whiskers - their dog, dead in the yard afterwards & violet’s lifeless body was discarded in the living room. victor had tried dragging himself towards her, but ended up stranded in the kitchen. 

ryan… had been practicing. very low-key, but he still had a telepath’s powers on quick-dial. he’d been curious to find differences between them, but he never thought that’d be what helped him find out who broke into their home. victor fought. oh, he fought. ryan couldn’t tell if it had been the fear or the dying that caused for an almost violent reaction to his very clumsy tries at getting faces out of his husband’s head. 

the ambulance was too late & the cops? they found nothing worth their time. meanwhile ryan… had three faces. as a widower with nothing left to lose, ryan set out to find them, find out why. find justice vengeance. he found them, eventually & he dealt with them...accordingly. he also found out the truth. 

it was coincidence. 

it wasn’t a planned assassination, it wasn’t someone he upset, it wasn’t someone who might’ve had it out for him. it wasn’t. these guys had seen their pretty little house, their cars & the suits they wore to work & thought they could make a fortune. with victor’s car at the repair shop & ryan’s at the school, they thought their time had come, only to be surprised by a dog & two very much alive humans at home. it was a coincidence that cost ryan everything. 

now, he could’ve let that be the spark needed to pull him down the rabbit hole of villainy, could’ve let that be the catalyst to unleash his wrath upon everybody potentially crossing paths with him. but he didn’t. instead, he reconnected with the institute. they had double the story now, because the gruesome murder of a loving husband & daughter had made it to the eight pm news across social media. 

broken-hearted & hardened by the sheer violence of life, ryan … returned to the institute - partially in the hopes of getting a second chance, but most of all? he wanted to find purpose again. because without his family .. life felt empty. he was but a shadow of his past self, the teacher cracking the worst dad jokes at the kids in class for a few giggles & to lighten the mood had lost the light in his heart. he’s not the stereotypical hero anymore; he’s short-tempered, eager to punish criminals solve crime, only barely semi-social these days & keeps the world at an arm’s length (including his teammates), he’s quiet & definitely not going to be a shining beacon of attention on social media on his own accord, but they knew his story would sell well regardless & paint Paragon Incorporation in a bright-as-fuck light.

the good samaritan & the mourning husband+father. a love story written in the stars, surely the world would agree?

[sloanekirkpatrick]

SLOANE KIRKPATRICK. THIRTY-TWO. ACCOUNTANT. CAREGIVER.

FULL NAME: sloane kirkpatrick.

NICKNAME(S): slo.

AGE:  thirty-two.

DATE OF BIRTH: march 14, 1991

PLACE OF BIRTH: philadelphia, pennsylvania.

CURRENT LOCATION: chicago illinois.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic.

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION: bartender at handlebars, accountant for the MC.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: living in the guest house with her aunt.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  greta onieogou.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: brown. usually worn in curls.

EYE COLOR: deep brown.

EYESIGHT:  perfect vision in right eye but slightly blurry vision in her left after her pregnancy.

HEIGHT:  five foot, eight inches.

WEIGHT:  one hundred and thirty-five pounds.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: flower on her foot. her daughters name on her ribs.

PIERCINGS: ears, belly.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: none.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): mild depression, anxiety.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: none.

SLEEPING HABITS: she barely gets three hours of sleep a night. her mind does not quit racing so she spends most nights tossing and turning..

EATING HABITS: cooking is her love language. she will be the first one to bring you a home cooked meal or fresh baked cookies.

SOCIABILITY: she can make friends with just about anyone. she is the mother type within friend groups and the one that everyone turns to in order to lay out their burdens.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: depends on her mood.

ALCOHOL USE: usually socially but often times more on days when her work life is heavy.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: leylah kirkpatrick nee murphy.

FATHER: jeremiah kirkpatrick.

CHILDREN: karina kirkpatrick (10 y.o).

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

EXES: wanted connection.

SIBLING(S): wanted connections.

PET(S): none.

[cherrileena]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊!

full name:  jubileena cereza bing .

nicknames:  leena .

age: twenty - two .

gender:  cis  female .

species:  human .

orientation:  bisexual , biromantic .

date of birth:  tbd but she's giving aries sun .

place of birth:  tbd .

residence:  evermore .

occupation:  cosmetic sales rep .

RELATIONSHIPS

parents:  giovanni bing ( father ) , francine bing ( née goode , mother )  .

sibilings:  n/a.

significant other(s):  n/a currently.

PHYSICAL

faceclaim:  m.ikey m.adison .

eye color: dark brown .

hair color:  dark brown .

height: 5′4″

CHARACTER INSPO

cheryl blossom (moreso the comics version but u know RED), tomie kawakami (tomie), lux lisbon (the virgin suicides), lenore (castlevania) and yumeko jabami (kakegurui).

                                  𝐎𝐇 𝐍𝐎 ! 𝐈 𝐆𝐋-𝐆𝐋-𝐆𝐋-𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐎𝐎 !

HEADCANONS

she is extremely picky with her nicknames. no 'juju', no 'jubi', just leena. she's incredibly particular of how people perceive her and sees her name as part of her "brand", the jubileena bing empire that will eventually come to fruition.

also pertinent to the brand thing, cherries are a huge part of her aesthetic as one might expect. she can often be spotted wearing at least one red article of clothing (which will be the centerpiece of her whole outfit) or at the very least a blotted red lip. it has to be blotted, as she's trying to go for a soft girl persona and red lipstick is too bold! again, she's picky and detail oriented.

extremely rancorous and vengeful, despite not letting it show. she *will* go out of the way to execute revenge on someone; more specifically, she'll pay someone to do it for her, as money isn't a problem and getting her actual hands dirty could pose a massive issue with the image she's carefully constructed for herself.

big mommy issues. it just has to be said. leena hasn't spoken to her mom since she was very little and as far as she knows, her mom is somewhere in the italian riviera with some millionaire and his dumb children who must somehow be much more interesting than jubileena herself. she resents her mom bad. her father, poor guy, tried as he might to make leena happy, to bond with her but aside from the drag racing (which did bring them closer together), nothing really filled the emptiness her mom left.

still on the subject of her father, leena definitely sabotaged any and all relationships he might've had with other women. big parent trap vibes. i have a feeling she would cherry pick (haha get it) the worst parts of every girlfriend he had and use them as an excuse to "protect her dad". deep down, i just think she didn't want to be abandoned yet again.

is obsessed with drag, as in the art of drag. big rupaul's drag race fan. this is bc i'm dumb and originally thought "drag racing" meant the show and not acting racing w cars. ya girl is foolish and small and not a native speaker pls be kind. i have to make her liking drag race a thing now. she quotes it on the daily

leena has a MASSIVE social media presence, which should not be overlooked! she's popular on both tiktok and instagram, and has plans to start a youtube channel soon. she uses her platforms as a means of gathering attention and increasing her popularity, while also promoting herself and recommending products she sells at her job. a real influencer my dudes!

[heavensoared]

ezrah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • memes. • threads.

Did you see that in the sky? It seems that EZRAH of House REYES, the DRAGON RIDER of ONDERA has flown in. Their dragon, SERAPHINA, is protective over the FIFTY-FIVE year old rider that looks a great deal like PEDRO PASCAL. Those that have had the honor of getting close to both dragon and rider have noted that they are PROTECTIVE & STRONG-WILLED but also CALLOUS & SHORT-TEMPERED.

basic info

full name — Ezrah Reyes

age — Fifty-Five

kingdom — Ondera

gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)

religion —follows Daganth & Aznas

occupation — Dragon Rider for his home kingdom Ondera

living arrangements — he has a few places he can crash, but he hardly stays in one place for long & usually follows danger across the lands (any bed will do)

physical info

face claim — Pedro Pascal

hair — brown / eyes — brown

height — five foot & eleven inches

clothing style — his armor is light, if durable enough to take a few hits, but it allows him to move fast during fights & avoid getting hit in the first place. he's rarely found without his armor, but if he is, his clothing style is rather simple. leather boots, breeches and plain tunics.

special characteristics — his body's covered in scars, but the most obvious one cuts across his left eye. he earned that one protecting a friend.

sexual preference — bottom switch

bio

ezrah was born without a name in a small village, abandoned by his mother before he opened his eyes for the first time. she fled as soon as she could & the infant was taken to the orphanage a few villages over, dropped off & forgotten. they didn't name him until he was three years old, one of the caretakers noticing his tendency to help other children escape from their locked rooms. helper. ezrah.

he prayed to the great aznas ever since he was a little boy, begging for salvation - for a life worth living, for purpose in a world that knew no mercy, but his prayers wouldn't be answered for many, many years.

the orphanage kept its children alive, but most of the caretakers had only little sympathy for those nobody wanted, especially those with an inclination to break the house rules. like ezrah. defiance grew within his heart, it festered alongside jealousy & disdain, which he let out on those who had the misfortune of crossing paths with him. violence, as inflicted upon him by older kids & caretakers alike was paid back tenfold to unsuspecting villagers & the law alike. he learned the rules of the street early on, found his own little niche to make due.

by the age of ten, ezrah had learnt the two most important rules of life. one. protect those who have your back. two. gods have mercy on those who stand between you & your next meal. three. fists are not the most effective weapons.

when the elder came into town, ezrah was not at the town square to find himself a dragon to hatch. he was there to make the haul of a lifetime. everybody who could walk had made their way over, but as the crowd surrounded the elder, he got pushed to the center with the other kids who all couldn't wait to get their hands on that stupid egg, but when it was more or less his turn he reached out for it on instinct, partially ...debating whether he could snatch it & run with it, partially .. wondering if his prayers from might've been heard after all.

& then it glowed. they took him to the magdani mountain after that. he was the only one to be taken from their small village that day. the egg that was entrusted to him hatched not long after he got settled. he was not like the other kids, he knew now boundaries, no discipline - no rules. he didn't even want that dragon. they promised him regular meals & he had to do nothing for them. literally nothing. of course he followed. the dragon entrusted into his care was born pitch black. like his soul. it fit his dark eyes & hair - almost like they were meant to be.

years of diligent training later, ezrah ... was still a little rascal, but an older one at that. the stable surrounding had done a great job at taming the wild boy the mountain once greeted into its arms, but everybody involved had come to agree that manners would forever be lost on the future dragon rider. so they did their best to succeed on all other fronts. anger management, temper control, a sense of honor, fighting skill improvement - everything ezrah would need to keep himself & his dragon alive.

ezrah had always been quick & light on his feet, a mobility that was worked into his training & choice of armor & weapons. by the time he was deemed ready to complete the ritual that would - once & for all bind him to fang, he'd come a long way. his skills honed to near perfection in the hopes of making up for the lack of social skills whatsoever, he had a decision to make. where to go?

one would think ezrah wouldn't want to return home after everything he'd seen, but the spite in the young man was strong, so when released into the world, he made his way back home to the kingdom of ondera. he ..swore his loyalty to no-one other than fang & himself, but if ..someone or something was to threaten the people of his home.. he might take it upon himself to help.