#oc: bart parker

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^-^ my oc plushies I've made over time all together 🩷 🧸

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Main/reoccuring character sheets! But all together this time ^-^

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Art trade with my friend @entitybear!! his ocs Bart and Entity!! something cute for the valentine season ❤️

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Blossoming Smile || Artfight revenge on @entitybear with their sweet floral boy, Bart!

[rosesnink]

The Detective and the Businessman, Chapter Five

Author’s Notes 

Two years ago, I started to rewrite some parts of this series, my first series. It has its flaws and all, but it’s Hayley’s story, and I’m glad that I can close this book and finally move on, But worry not. I’m not done with her, as long as neither of you are. 

For those who were there when I first released it... thank you. For first putting up with my terrible English, and those who followed me because of her, and everyone who’s been there along the way... thank you. For giving me support these past five years. You’re the best and I love you all. Enjoy the last chapter released of this series. 

Summary: Hayley discovers a secret of her husband that she can’t let slide, and someone new takes over her boss’s spot. 

Word Count: 1.7k 

Category: Angst 

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (F!OC) 

Rating: PG-13 

Book: Desire and Decorum AU 

Hayley had felt quite sick these past weeks. But what was more weird was Ernest’s behaviour. Something had clearly happened, or at least he was hiding something. She could tell he did. She tried to make him spit with the help of lovemaking and bribing, but nothing came. He insisted all was well, but she knew it wasn’t.

One day, she decided that it was over. What she was about to do was wrong, but it had to be done. She went through his secondary phone, and what she saw made her heart break and angry at the same time. He was texting his ex… about whether her child was his or not.

Hayley did not what came over her. All she could think about was the child she had lost. After sending everything to her phone and covering her tracks, she waited for her husband to get out of the shower. When he was dressed and about to kiss her good night, she didn’t know why—nor she planned it—but she smacked him across the face, the look of hurt and betrayal on her face.

Ernest stumbled back, shocked and hurt as well “Hayley? May I know why have you smacked me so suddenly?”

“Don’t play games with me, Sinclaire, I know everything.” She spitted.

“Know what?”

Hayley couldn’t find the right words.

“Know what, Hayley?”

“THAT YOU HAVE A SECRET CHILD WITH YOUR FUCKING EX WHOM YOU TOLD ME YOU HATED.” She screamed, so hard that she even shocked herself.

Ernest at first was shocked. Then, he slumped his body in defeat, sitting on the bed “I understand that you’re angry, but please, please, sit down and let me explain.”

Hayley stood there, arms crossed and the look of interrogation on her face “Oh, you will explain yourself, alright.”

He sighed, explaining everything “As you know, Roselyn and I were university sweethearts. Our dorms were close, and we were close ourselves, though not as close as I am with you.” He could notice her glare of getting to the point “The thing is, I soon discovered her cheating with a family friend and confronted her about it, and she admitted it in tears. I broke up with her on the spot. Days later, she texted me that she needed to tell me something important, but when the time came for her to come, she didn’t show up, and I was too angry to analyse why. Years passed, and a month ago, she came to visit me with something shocking…”

A month ago…

Ernest had been cleaning the kitchen after making himself some pasta before heading to bed, for Hayley had a night shift. As he passed the door, someone knocked on it. He frowned, suddenly alert. Someone knocking on the night was never good news. He opened the door, ready to defend himself… when he saw his ex, Roselyn, and a blond boy of about five years, smiling at him. He looked up at Roselyn and stammered before asking “W-What are you doing in my house at this hour, Roselyn? After all these years?”

“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“Are you my Papa?” The boy asked.

To say that he was confused was an understatement. He nevertheless let them in and prepared some cocoa for the kid and tea for Roselyn. When she sent her son to play somewhere, Ernest asked “Why are you here, Roselyn?”

Roselyn swallowed “Well… as you see, I have a son, and… I think it might be yours.”

Ernest choked on his tea, coughing violently before looking widely at his ex “Are you—are you sure?”

“Yes. At first I though it was… his. Then, I remembered that, on the week he had been conceived, I had been with you too and… now I’m not sure.”

Ernest cleared his throat “Roselyn… are you asking me for a paternity test?”

Roselyn bit her lip and nodded, and Ernest put his head on his hands. Many thoughts came to him. His own wife, having just lost their child. Her grief. How he was going to look into her eyes and tell her. He looked at the boy, who was distracted with a book. Could he be his truly? He didn’t know. He was confused, very confused, and didn’t know what to do.

“I know that you are married, and are expecting a child… so, I’m willing to make it a secret until I’m sure. All I’m asking is a small piece of DNA and I’ll do the rest. I don’t even want your money anymore. I just want a father for my son.”

Ernest nodded, dumbfounded, and agreed that they’d meet up at a private and discreet clinic and, when the results came, he’d tell Hayley, no matter the result.

“And now, I’m still waiting, talking with her in case the child is mine… I understand if you’re angry.”

Hayley shook her head “While I was grieving for our child, you were planning to replace them with some… some…” A sob came, and she dropped to her knees. Ernest quickly knelt before her and lifted her chin.

“Never, my love! I was grieving our child as well, and the reason I kept it a secret was so it wouldn’t make any damage. You have to believe me; I was about to tell you. I promise you.”

“I don’t even know what to believe anymore.” She declared, picking up a bag and starting to take stuff.

“W-Where are you going in the middle of the night?!”

“My father’s house!” She declared, packing the essentials and slamming the door behind her.

Ernest chased her, but she was quicker and took her motorbike. She roared it so hard, Ernest had to step back, and she left to her father’s house. She could make out him screaming, begging her to come back.

It had been days since Hayley had left to her father’s house, and she still didn’t eat anything, just images reeling on her head. Ernest hugging the boy and calling him son. They playing in the park. Smiling at Roselyn. Holding hands with Roselyn. Their lips almost touching--.

“Hayley!” Her grandmother called, and she shook her head “You’ve barely ate these last days!”

“I’m not hungry.”

Edmund narrowed his eyes “What happened? Did you and Ernest argue?”

She bit her lip. Edmund expressed his condolences and Hayley, sick of being stared at, left the room, not having touched a single toast or drank anything. She needed to clear her head, and tell someone who’d understand what she was going through. She was quick to call Bart and Yusuf and beg them to come and ride with her in Edgewater.

By the afternoon tea, they were already there, a look of concern in their eyes. Hayley simply focused on riding the horse as far from the house as she could. When they reached the middle of the forest, Hayley stopped and nodded. Henrietta wouldn’t eavesdrop here.

“Hayley, what’s going on?” Bart asked, now concerned for her. Yusuf followed suit and Hayley sighed.

“Do you remember his ex, the French one who cheated?”

“Roselyn, yes. Why?”

She scoffed “She got knocked up and the child may be his.”

Yusuf’s mouth was a wide ‘O’, meanwhile Bart commented on smacking his head for it. Several times. Hayley hadn’t cried ever since. Neither she screamed. She just… stood in silence, a painful and eerie silence. Bart was quick to hug her, but she stood there motionless. Yusuf them wondered what it’d be for them both…

Ernest had been notified that Hayley was alright in Edgewater, and that her friends were coming to see what happened. Good, at least she wasn’t alone. Meanwhile, he waited inside the clinic, waiting for the results. He had sent his DNA to them weeks ago, and now it was time. It was the most accurate clinic of all England, and he had come in disguise so no one would recognise him, for Hayley’s sake. The doctor called him and handed him the papers. Roselyn joined him and they both left, not wanting to call more attention.

They went to a cafeteria, where no one would disturb them.

“Is it alright if you read them?”

Ernest nodded “Of course.” He opened… to see it was positive. He looked further, reading everything… “What?!”

“What is it?”

“This isn’t our test, Roselyn.”

Hayley had been called by her old boss, who said it was important and needed her back in London. At last, she could go back to work! She kissed her father goodbye and promised to call daily if she could.

When she arrived at the station, she saw that everything was filled with food, and as if it was someone’s birthday. She looked for her boss, and was surprised to see him in his office without someone important.

The man greeted her and motioned her to sit down with her, and she obliged “How have you been, mija? I trust that you’re better after… well, everything?”

“Yes,” she lied “all is as well as it can be.”

He sighed “As you know, I am an old man, and every day I can do less to do my job properly. That is why, I have decided to retire, and someone have been named in my stead…”

Hayley frowned “And who is that, sir?”

The door opened, and a man in his early fifties, with already white hair and piercing blue eyes came in and greeted her “Ah, the famous Detective Parker! What a pleasure to finally meet you!”

“Hayley,” her boss announced “this is Tristan Richards, your new boss.”

Hayley placed a smile and greeted him “Pleasure to meet you, boss. Would you like me to show you around?”

“I won’t say no to a pretty girl like yourself.”

Her boss laughed “I’m afraid this one’s taken, Richards.”

His smile twitched “Of course she is.”

As she showed him around and introduced him to everybody, her mind drifted back to Ernest. She had asked a friend to follow him around and see how they were doing. As Richards spoke with the crew, she called him and asked “Did you hear anything?”

“Even better, my friend, I have the test on my hands!”

“And?!”

“…It’s negative, Hayley. The kid isn’t his.”

Before Hayley could say anything, she dropped on the floor, suddenly the world went black.

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Title: In a Little Book Shop - Part 1

Book: Desire & Decorum AU

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~3k

Summary: Ernest Sinclaire inherited his father’s little bookshop at London and, for the last decade, is used to the uneventful routine of a shopkeeper until a mysterious woman walks in and changes everything.

A/N: English is not my native language; there's one swear word; the poetry in bold blue letters are from Pablo Neruda's Poema 14 from "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada"; and Hayley Parker is @rosesnink's OC and I'm borrowing her.

Noe, I hope I did Hayley justice. This is just a silly little idea I had, and now I'm sharing it with you.

The Brahms’ piece playing in the back of the store swells in crescendo to a loud forte, almost muffling the sharp sound of the ancient brass bell at the door.  

Like every other Tuesday afternoon, at 3 o’clock sharp, the deliveryman walked in. Head bobbing to the music playing into that gigantic white headset he never takes off, today he was carrying only one brown box that almost matched the shade of the company’s uniform.  

The man nodded to Ernest Sinclaire, who had been sprucing up the counter for the past forty minutes, despite it already looking neat when he started or the fact that less and less customers have stopped by these past weeks. Not to mention most of the people who did cross the threshold were solely interested in the shop’s AC. With the heatwave, people certainly have fled London, he keeps telling himself.  

But he could be wrong.  

Printed books might have gone out of fashion this season like some insist. 

The situation has been so critical, he’s been considering his friend Bart’s suggestion of turning part of the antique bookshop into a cafeteria. 

‘A book ‘slash’ coffee shop. It’s trending', the man often says. However, Ernest is less than thrilled with the idea of fiddling with the antique shelves his father dedicated so many hours and love to restore years ago. Except for the improvement in the acclimatization and the profusion of autobiographies, the shop looks exactly like it did at its inauguration day in 1816. The framed lithographs in the entrance testify of the superb work.  

Almost bouncing, the deliveryman quickly crossed the distance between them, not sparing a second glance around, which Ernest always considers a shame. Does he even realize this bookshop has outlived 7 kings and 2 queens? 

Putting down a box with the handmade bookmarks commissioned to the talented artist Annabelle Parssons, Ernest signed the electronic receipt and took the brown box from the deliveryman’s hand. After the usual polite but wordless interaction, the man left. He was alone again when. The only sounds on the store from the first notes of one of Chopin’s nocturnals and the pens pushed aside to reach the pair of scissors in the top drawer.  

Like always, he unpacked and carefully inspected the content of the box. Taking one by one, he examines the book covers, searching for any sign of damage. This time the box is filled to the brim with several copies of two cookbooks that trend whenever another season of the Great British Bake Off starts.  

Cookbooks and travel guides are the best-selling items. Despite his personal opinions, he won’t complain if they keep the businesses going. Occasionally a customer after them might accept one or two of his recommendations or be drawn by the siren’s call of one of the poetry books or new authors he strategically places around the store.  

It happened to that young Spanish writer whose thrilling debut fantasy trilogy became the hit of the store last Christmas. He’s not ashamed to admit he had his friend Bart rambling about the story whenever a new customer arrived nor the way he made use of the beautiful art of the cover. Some of the customers were instantly drawn to the fiery red head in the cover – he cannot blame them though, since he was mesmerized by the heroine’s beauty himself – but most of them returned merely days later to buy the other books. Which reminds him to write a note to himself to place an order for more copies of the author’s new trilogy. 

A fit of laughter from a small child outside draws his attention from the paper and he smiles. His gaze follows the kid and the middle-aged woman holding their hand until they disappear after passing the large side window. The store’s location in the corner of two busy streets is privileged and is a perfect spot for people watching.  

Across the street, a pair of young women, who look too young to be drinking, linger by the pub’s door, and a group of teenagers walk past the door but don’t look twice at the windows. They are probably going to the ice-cream parlour two stores down.   

Keeping himself busy, he takes the recently arrived box. While moving some books aside to give space to the new ones without messing the systematic alphabetical and subject order, a copy of The Tucci Cookbook slips from his hand, hitting the ground with a dull thump. Kneeling to pick it up, a glimpse of someone outside catches his attention. An indistinct mass of blonde hair moves quickly, almost running. A second later, the bell rings sharply and hits the base producing a long higher pitched sound, like it does whenever someone opens the door with too much force. 

“For fuck’s sake!” The angry feminine voice startles him. There’s some mumbling while the door closes with a soft click.  

From where he is knelt, he only catches a glimpse of a pair of high heeled black leather boots, which is a rather unusual choice for a scorching day like this. The heels click sharply against the wooden tiles, while she moves around the store.  

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he speaks to make his presence acknowledged, while pulling himself up and returning the book to the appropriate place.  

Moving around the box, he finally comes face to face with the woman, who had just removed an ash blonde wig from her head and was trying to shove it inside a small studded leather backpack. 

The woman’s hair is dark and glued to the head with a mix of sweat and some kind of greasy product, and her makeup is heavy, covering her face almost like a mask. The long and thick fake eyelashes look like spider legs and it’s hard to even distinguish the colour of her eyes. Not that he is trying to, of course. It was a polite gaze. Not even a gaze; barely a glimpse that allowed him to acknowledge the bright enticing eyes. 

Dressed all in black – black tank top, black sequin leggings, black heeled boots –, she looks like one of the artists that perform in The Club at Margaret Street. Even her lips are painted in a shade of ripe plum, almost black. If she’s one of the famous ones and is trending on Spotify or whatever is cool this week, he definitely cannot tell. Or maybe she’s just another TikToker committed to the art of making the most entertaining videos according to Bart, who often shoves the mobile into his nose to show the next Amy Winehouse, and wants to revel on the AC. As long as she doesn’t mess with the books and at least buy a bookmark, he’s fine with it. 

The woman zips up the bag and shoots him an inquisitive look. 

“Cat ate your tongue?” she asks and there’s a lilt of laughter in her tone. His gaze meets hers, and she looks pleased with his reaction and not offended, even though he’s been silent for impolitely long. 

His first guess might be right. She’s probably famous and he’s pulling a William Thacker again. And her eyes are brown in this light.  

He straightens himself and clears his throat.  

“Welcome to Ledford Park Bookshop. How can I help you, miss?”  

“I’m buying a gift.” 

“Anything in mind?” 

“A book.” 

Her wide teasing smile almost makes him smile, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps his usual bookseller unbothered expression that some might mistake by grumpiness, which is not. It’s professional and he’s learned from past mistakes: smiling freely encourages idle conversation. 

“I was thinking about poetry. Something sensual,” she speaks the last word with an accent. “Do you have anything?” 

“The Erotica section is in the back.” 

“Perfect!” she replies while looking over her shoulder at the window. There’s a hint of relief in her words and the sigh she let out, but perhaps he was mistaking it by the effects of the heat. 

Her heels click rhythmically following him to the back of the store, and he stops himself from glancing over his shoulders and let’s his mind picture the way her hips sashay instead. 

In a second, they’re surrounded by shelves dedicated to erotic poetry, art catalogues and a range of classic authors like Sappho and Ovid, to best-selling from the 20th century like Pablo Neruda.  

A smug grin pulls at the corner of his mouth as she looks around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. This is the most frequent reaction to the extensive collection. Just one of the many treasures that pleases the regular customers, who keep coming back for more books, more enlightening conversations, more ideas for their own books.  

“Poetry is over there,” he points at the neatly arranged books on her right side.  

Looking over her shoulder, she asks, “Any Spanish authors?”  

Taking a deep breath to consider, his lungs are filled with her sexy and intoxicating perfume. It emanates from her body and hangs heavily in the air. His attention is caught by it like flies on spiderwebs. It takes all his willpower to remind himself of the question. To free himself from the web, he walks around her, trying to clear his mind, and his eyes settle on the section reserved to books written in Spanish, Italian and Portuguese. 

“Are you familiar with Pablo Neruda?” 

“He’s Chilean,” she corrects him without missing a beat. 

“You are absolutely correct. Most people mean books written in Spanish, I simply assumed that’s what you meant... I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” she speaks bluntly, “I don’t walk around expecting recognition about my intellectual capacity or general culture. Especially not from men.” 

She slowly and deliberately walks in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. There’s a menacing but also hypnotizing glow to her eyes, almost catlike, what it’s probably enhanced by the eyeliner, but mostly because her eyes resemble those of big felines one would see in wildlife’s documentaries, it’s the same look when they are ready to jump an antelope. And her big defying eyes are definitely grey.  

With maybe hints of blue in this light.  

She turns around and deliberately sashays back to him. Smiling, she takes the book from his hand. Her mouth curls into a smile, wide and showing her a hint of her teeth, and it makes her look prettier. Pretty. She’s pretty. Not enough to tempt him, but pretty enough to have people composing sonnets about long legs and shapely lips. Not him. He’s not thinking at all about how desirable her lips look. 

Flipping through pages of the book, she starts reading one of the sonnets in perfect Spanish. But not any of them, she’s reading his favourite one.  

When she changes language, her voice is melodious in an unexpected way, it loses the edge, every word sounds like coated in honey.  

Entranced, Ernest cannot avert his gaze from her lips while she reads.

Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.  Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo.  Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues,  Avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos. 

Before he realises, he’s reciting the verses with her, enunciating every word as clearly as he could.

Tilting her face up, her eyes flick from the page to his face. Her gaze burns his skin. She looks straight at him. Perhaps she’s looking straight to something hidden inside his eyes.  

Her voice fades and he recites alone the last two verses. 

Quiero hacer contigo  Lo que la primavera hace com los cerezos. 

Her expression changes, lighting up almost as if a treasure had been unearthed in front of her eyes. 

“¡Guay! ¡Hablas Español!” she cries, and the next words flow quickly and excitedly from her lips, and he cannot follow them at all, except for a few of the nouns and pronouns. His knowledge of the language is practically non-existent: he poorly reads and can only speak a few sentences to save his life in case of a catastrophe. 

“Sorry, I don’t. I only know some of Neruda’s poems by heart, and that’s one of them.” 

He lowers his gaze, shame burning his cheeks and warming him more than the heatwave had done so far. His fingers go to the collar of his white shirt, and pull at it, loosening it slightly. 

“For a moment, you could have fooled me.” Her words sound too flirty, almost daring.  

Is it a dare? Would she want me to pretend? 

Her lips twitch, pulling at the corners when she laughs. It’s impossible to look direct at her eyes, like one cannot look at an eclipse, risking burn their retinas. The intensity of her gaze probably does the same. His gaze wanders, then focus on the shelves, from one book spine to the next.   

“Why learning the poems if you don’t speak the language?” Her long fingers run through the spines of books, stopping his contemplation. “Trying to impress the ladies?” 

The silence stretches for a bit, giving him time to think; he stares at her, considering if she’d be truly interested in the truth. 

“My father worked with publishing,” he started, and his voice did not falter or waver as it would years ago; it’s easier to speak about him, almost comforting as if planting these memories like seeds, they’d bloom... “Every summer I’d work a few days a week at the office... When I was fourteen, he was working on a collection of Neruda’s poems and... well, that’s it.” 

“That's it? That's barely a story,” she laughed. “So, what happened? You memorised the poems to impress your father or something...?” 

He shook his head and delved into the memories of the suffocating summer surrounded by manuscripts and heated arguments about the imagery invoked by the cherry trees. “Father was a man easy to please. I never felt the urge to impress him. It always seemed that being myself was enough...” 

“Lucky you.” The hollow laugh that left her mouth startled him, but she recomposed herself. When she spoke again it wasn’t a question, but a statement, “Your father taught you about poetry.” 

“He taught me most things, including the tragedy of translators ignoring the profound differences between cultures and the meaning lost in translation when the works is rushed, and one chooses literality over intent... I was probably too young at the time to truly understand all he was trying to say... But I noticed in Spanish the poems sounded...” he paused, searching for a word. “More poetic somehow... Melodic in a different way... And then I memorised this one. And plenty of others –” 

“Which ones?” she cuts him off, and he’s about to answer – and Ernest suspects her feline eyes would compel him to answer questions until his throat was sore and his mind emptied of words – but the phone rang.  

With a sigh, he excuses himself. “If you need any help, don’t hesitate in calling me.” 

“I won’t.” The same expression from before returns, and so is the sharpness behind the words. 

He walks behind the counter to take the call, and he can no longer see the woman; for once, he’s not worried about shoplifting.  

The call takes longer than he wishes, and his patience almost runs out when the caller keeps inquiring about books’ covers that would match a specific shade of purple. The person doesn’t know the name of the author or genre, just that it's trending online.

He lets out a long exhale through his nose.

Any other day, this wouldn’t bother him, and he’d welcome the challenge, putting the phone down, he’d look around, like an archaeologist digging a site. But now he must go back to this one customer, because he needs to serve well. Nothing else. 

“Maybe you should stop by. We’re open until 20:00.” 

The person reluctantly thanks him and hangs up. 

Ernest’s eyes search the monitor underneath the counter. She’s moved to the shelves on the side of the store, next to the psychology section, closer to Jung. 

There’s a book close to her face, but her gaze is not on the pages. 

“Have you changed your mind about the gift?” he asks softly trying not to startle her or sound pretentious but fails.

Her shoulders tense and heave with an intake of breath, before she turns around to look at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Should I take the Neruda, or should I browse some more?” she asks breezily, one side of her mouth curled with a smirk, “I wonder if there’s something else more... suitable for my taste...” 

“By all means,” he replies politely, “Feel free to look and see if there’s anything else, you’d prefer.” 

“I definitely will.” She glides amongst the tall shelves closer to the window, then halts and looks at him over her shoulder. He was observing her, and his cheeks warm at being noticed.  

“Our bestselling books are over that table,” he says and returns to the task of organizing cook books but still observes her.   

Finally, her heels click as she comes to him.  

“I know what I want,” she says casually, and the book in her hand passes to his hand.  

Neruda.  

Her fingers graze his, and his breath catches in his throat. He swallows hard the surprise. That’s the most human contact he’s had in several weeks, and it’s surprisingly pleasant. Not anything else. His heart is racing because he’s shocked. This entire interaction has been incredibly odd. 

From the backpack, she takes a few notes to pay for the book. The money is placed in the counter, and so is the change. His attention is entirely focused on gift-wrapping the book, and not once he looks at her while doing it.  

When the package is passed to her hand, she thanks him, says goodbye and leaves.  

He never gets a name; but she lingers by the door and smiles pointedly at him before closing it. Surrounded by a cloud of her perfume, he wonders if it’s the last he’ll see of her. 

Thanks for reading!

[legosam321]

Picrews I Done Did

lookie here, losers for the best picrews ive done this past month

fandoms

peter parker and gwen stacy

gwen stacy again

benjamin kirby tennyson

impulse bart allen

beach beast boy

deku

ocs

emily (age 16) and jordan (age 15) they lesbians

oscar (age 16)

spiderman oc. they are spiders grandchild who got powers instead

me / sona

me as amilen

here

Random

here

herre

here

here

[thechaosmuses]

Below you'll find a list of my DC muses along with their face claims (more info about each oc muse will be up soon but if you have any questions in the meantime don't be afraid to pm me, I have info on Google Docs for all of them.)

Total Muses; 14 Newest Member; Kara DanversAdded; 1/29/24

Bartholomew Henry Allen... portrayed by Grant Gustin Nora Francine West-Allen... portrayed by Jessica Parker Kennedy Bart Joseph West-Allen... portrayed by Jordan Fisher Kiera Jaylin Davis... portrayed by Camila Mendes Sara Caitlin Lance... portrayed by Caity Lotz Dionysus Arbios... portrayed by Drew Ray Tanner Kara Aileen Danvers... portrayed by Melissa Benoist Winslow Jordan Schott Jr.,.. portrayed by Jeremy Jordan Clark Joseph Kent... portrayed by Tyler Hoechlin Mon-El Lar Gand... portrayed by Chris Wood Querl Dox... portrayed by Jesse Rath Music Meister... portrayed by Darren Criss Harleen Frances Quinzel... portrayed by Margot Robbie Pamela Lillian Isley... portrayed by Madelaine Petsch

[ghost-willow-system]

List of Headmates (fictives and others):

We’d love to meet anyone from any of these sources, but the body is 21 and we’d prefer to talk to people 16+. Please check the notes to see actual Canon Calls lists/links, as well as dream canonmates to find.

We are friendly to all systems and kins interacting.

* next to most frequent fronters as of last edit date

BNHA

(Heros)

Hawks ��️

Aizawa

Oboro

(Students)

Shoto (mostly dormant)

Ochako 

Hagakure (goes by Peri)

Kaminari

Kami ⭐️

Denki

Bakugo

Wolf Bakugo

Baku

Katsuki (yes we have a council of bakugos)

Izuku

‘Zawa

Momo (short term)

(Villains)

Shigaraki

Toga

Twice

Kurogiri

Mina/Ashido (stopped IDing with normal tl, only villain lately)

Kins Harley Quinn

(Other)

Natsuo

Fuyumi

Eri

Possibly: Aoyama, Rei?

(Technically these we dont know if theyre fictives or not)

Aro/Sero

Bishop/Kouten (OC) , (kinned, now has a subsystem: bakugo, dabi, kouten)

Kiri (derogatory) - technically this one is an abuser introject who kinned kiri

(Kinnies)

Sho (Shinsou, Shigaraki, Denki)

Haikyuu!!

Kenma

Hinata

Sparrow/Suga (Jikukawa from phi brain too)

Suga (transfem)

Daichi

Tsukki

Oikawa

Nishinoya (semi dormant)

Hima (oc)

Anais/Willow (Oikawa, dance au, Eurydice from hadestown)

Possibly: Kiyoko, kageyama

Danganronpa

Komaeda (derogatory) - goes dangerously manic (dormant)

Naegi *

Comics (DC/Marvel)

Peter Parker (mostly dc universe, not marvel) ⭐️

2 unknown speedsters, appear to be non canon, “children” of Barry/Iris, assume adopted *

Bart/Wally , Owen???? theres 2 we cant tell

Lorna Dane-Summers ⭐️

Freddy Freeman

Billy Batson

?Cleo? 

?Raven?

Other Fictives

Eurydice (hadestown) *

Wisty (witch and wizard) *

Will Solace (percy jackson- pjato, not hoo or toa) *

Nico??

Danny Fenton/Phantom

Hani

Dirk ⭐️

Dave

Apollo

Non-Fictives

Alex : Host , can’t leave front ⭐️

kins: Harley Quinn, Evie, Kitty, ?Ty Lee?, Fuyumi, Tohru Honda, Hadestown (all of it), some1 from waitress, Amélie (title name character, musical), Julietta, Mirabel, Isabela, Dolores, Random Villager #4, ???

(Kinnies/*Can’t Tell if Fictive)

Carter (Peter Parker)

Jeremy* (Jeremy Heere)

kins a stoat

?Nagisa? (Assassination Classroom)

Other Alters 

Mode

Mega (non human) ⭐️

Unknown little

(Dormant atm)

Ana

Raven

Has wings

Grey

Rook

Pop-prinxe

Carebear

Parker

Olive (fictive from 25th annual putnam county spelling bee)

lulu (little, bishop and grey’s adopted kid)

Hani? (unsure if formed, from Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Dabi (*Introjected rl ex-boyfriend of hawks)

Cecil (wtnv)

Tyre

Lilith

Caleb

Bo

Other (Manifesting)

Spencer Reid

Sherb

Allison Hargreeves

🌱

Nathaniel/Marc??

powder/jinx

newt scamander

Kai Bartley

???

*Images are simple rainbow gradient linebreaks for better legibility

[entitybear]

lalala 🧸 i love oc & sona art ^-^

[zoethespiritwolf]

Request page

I have decided to open up a request page here on Tumblr where you can see what kind of requests for fanfics I can write. Please submit these requests in the ‘Ask me anything‘ section.

You can also send some questions about me there as well and I will try to reply as soon as possible. The same thing goes about the requests - I will try to do them as soon as possible.

Anyway, here are the rules:

I won’t write:

OC x character fanfics (example: Bucky Barnes x Lucinda)

Character x character (both from the same fandom and different fandoms, I may end up throwing this kind of ship in one of the oneshots, but they won’t be the main focus on the story)

Lemons (I might include a sneak peek and will do NSFW alphabet headcannons, but that’s as far as it will go, no full lemon)

I will write:

LGBTQ+ ships

Fluff, SFW and NSFW alphabet headcannons

Headcanons (in general)

Yandere scenarios

AU’s (for example ‘Hamilton AU! Undertale‘)

Teacher/mentor x reader relationships (platonic!!!)

Parent/daughter scenarios (example: Lafayette x daughter!reader)

Characters (mostly the reader) with mental, physical and other problems (anorexia, depression, autism, ADHD, PTSD, etc.)

Character deaths (main characters included)

POC! Reader x character ships

Angst

Fluff

Here are the fandoms/themes/characters I will write for:

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton

Elizabeth Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Lafayette

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Aaron Burr

ROTG:

Bunnymund

Jack Frost

Sandy

Tooth

Pitch Black

ATLA (Avatar the Last Airbender + Legend of Korra):

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Princess Yue

Iroh II

Mako

Korra

Bolin

Asami

Kuvira

Suyin

Opal

Dreamworks (no TV series, only movies):

Moses (Prince of Egypt)

Rameses II (Prince of Egypt)

Hiccup (HTTYD (All Movies))

Astrid (HTTYD)

Miraculous Ladybug:

Luka

Adrian

Marinette

Alya

Chloe

Felix (the anime version)

Six: the musical:

Catherine of Aragon

Anne Boleyn

Jane Seymour

Anna of Cleves

Catherine Howard

Catherine Parr

Voltron the legendary defender (all seasons):

Keith

Shiro

Lance

Allura

Lotor

The Arcana: A Mystic Romance :

Asra

Julian

Portia

Nadia

Valerius

Lucio

Muriel

The Irregulars

Sherlock Holmes

Bea

Leopold

Billy

Spike

Jessy

Vatson (platonic mostly)

This page might be edited at some point so be sure to check it out from time to time for any changes.

All of the finished work that I have uploaded from my Wattpad account to Tumblr you can see on my Masterlist page.

Anyway, happy reading and requesting!

[spiriituma]

Muses I’ve Written in the Past:

Wirt (OtGW) @wxywxrd-blog

Dick Grayson (DC, circus AU) @circusbirdie

Dick Grayson (DC, YJ) @bxrdbrain

Bart Allen (DC, YJ) @capriicious

Samantha Hilliard (OC) @xbscurus

Jane Doe (Self Insert OC)

Elsa (Frozen)

Danny Fenton/Phantom (DP)

Laney (Grojband)

Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice)

Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Muses I’m Currently Writing:

on @spiriitum​

Dick Grayson (DC, YJ)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Varian (Tangled)

Sam I-Am (GEaH)

Jack Frost (RoTG)

Iandore Lightfoot (Onward)

Matthias Mare (OC)

Ethan Afton (OC)

Lee Anderson (OC)

Jonas Wilder (OC)

Trevor Roberts (OC)

Lava (OC)

elsewhere:

Colton Afton (FNAF) @iinterminatis​

Muses I Would Like to Write:

Ydris (SSO)

Barley Lightfoot (Onward)

Luke (JatP)

Alex (JatP)

Reggie (JatP)

Tagged by: I STOLE IT  Tagging: ....steal it

[redroseworks]

What are your favorite ships that are in earth 116? Also, what is one drastic change from DC canon?

Some of my favorite ships in it are:

Stepharpercass

Dickroy

Timkonbart

Donnakory

Thad Thawne (bart's clone) x evil eye (wilford 'eddie' parker)

Lady Shiva x Jade Nguyen

Brutalia

Cerdian x Carrie Kelley

Nyssa al Ghul x Dinah Drake

Haldinahollie

Mia dearden x rose Wilson

Cissiecassie

Athanasia al Ghul x Lisa Kent

Aquasignal

There's some oc x canon ships I created so I like those ones a lot

Imma stop the list now before it gets too long

A drastic change? Hmm I guess the green lantern corps. Basically all the sectors have two to three lanterns but the sector earth is in only has two planets with life (earth and mars. That is until venus is later houses New Tamara) so for awhile the only lanterns came from earth. Also when a new lantern comes in an old one retires. First three being hal, john, and guy. Then john, guy, and Kyle. Then Kyle, Jessica and Simon. And so on.

Oh yeah Parallax! Hal still turns into/get possessed by Parallax but is "killed" before he actually does too much damage. Hes later brought when it turns out he wasnt completely dead as a sort of backup plan Parallax had but it's all good in the end.

[rosesnink]

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆

Heyy!! To celebrate my 19th birthday I have decided to make an Inside [OCs'] phone and I have decided to do it with my first OC, Hayley Parker!

If you've seen the small eggs I have hidden, please let me know with a 🥚

tagging: @missameliep @princess-geek @musicallisto @lxncelot @amomentofsinclairity

[ao3feed-westallen]

Between Dimensions, Time and Space

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3lctEB7

by zazimorx

The Crossover that probably no one asked for but here we are. Marvel + DC Crossover. Hopefully you have fun and stick around, I would really appreciate it! :))

OR:

As both sides are trying to cope with their best friends supposedly „dying“, they find themselves reminiscing about events of the past, some find themselves moving on and some even, find themselves playing with the idea that maybe, just maybe, their friends aren’t dead at all...

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters belong to me so that’s that. Hope you have fun reading!

- zazimorx

Words: 3421, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), DC (Comics), Marvel (Comics), Ultimate Spider-Man (Cartoon 2012)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Wally West, Dick Grayson, Artemis Crock, M‘gann M‘orzz/Megan Morzz, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kaldur'ahm/Kaldur, Zatanna Zatara, Raquel Ervin, Clone Roy Harper | Will Harper, Roy Harper, Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Cassandra Cain, Garfield Logan, Queen Perdita of Vlatava, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne (aged up), Mal Duncan, Karen Beecher, Dinah Lance, Red Tornato, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Jessica Cruz, Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, May Parker, Ava Ayala, Danny Rand, Luke Cage, Sam Alexander, Richard Rider, Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Kara Danvers, Querl Dox, Jenni Ognats, Danica Williams, Dawn Allen, Don Allen, Iris West, Iris West II, Jai West, Meloni Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne, Chris Kent, Jon Lane Kent, Bruce Banner, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Amadeus Cho, Cindy Moon, Samuel Chung, Hannah Chung, Matt Murdock, Nabu (DCU), Kent Nelson, Inza Cramer, Joan Garrick, Jay Garrick, Cassandra Savage, Vandal Savage, Anniyah (OC), Aurelia (OC), Laren (OC), Aila (OC), Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Diana of Themyscira, Barry Allen, Barbara Gordon, Donna Troy, Tandy Bowen, Tyrone Johnson, Flash Thompson, Miles Morales, Ben Reilly

Relationships: Artemis Crock/Wally West, Kaldur'ahm/Wyynde, Kon-El | Conner Kent/M'gann M'orzz, Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala/Danny Rand, Luke Cage/Jessica Jones, Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes, Cassandra Cain/Cissie King-Jones, Cassandra Savage/Traci Thirteen, Bart Allen/Eduardo Dorado Jr., Jaime Reyes/Traci Thirteen (eventual break-up), Garfield Logan/Perdita, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Danny Rand/Colleen Wing (past), Dick Grayson & Wally West, Artemis Crock & Dick Grayson, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Barry Allen/Iris West, Anniyah (OC)/Aurelia (OC), Kent Nelson/Inza Cramer, Jay Garrick/Joan Garrick, Sam Alexander/Jessica Cruz (implied), Kyle Rayner & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon & Wally West, Donna Troy & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, Cindy Moon/Ben Reilly

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Different Dimensions, Crossover, Wally and Peter go time traveling!, they don’t have any choice in it though..., Different time periods, like... I’m talking ancient Egypt and company, Sam searches for Peter in Space, Richard and the Guardians help, while he’s at it Sam also searches for his Father, Inter dimensional travel, Dick and Bart search for Wally, Artemis finds out later on that the whole limbo situation was a hoax, Zatanna and M‘gann better strap in, because a fight is brewing.., and not just between the three of them, Conner is gonna be pissed, Ava and Danny and Luke search for Peter on earth, We also get some LGBT+ Content, i‘m so glad that I can bring that to you guys, Flash regrets his bullying, (and is redeemed), WALLY IS BEST SPACE DAD FUCKING FIGHT ME, he‘s like the Dad the legion needs, Peter too tho, like Wally and Peter are best Dads, Nabu is exasperated, Aurelia is a worried big sister (to Wally and Peter), Anniyah and Aurelia Are pining, Wally and Peter Are forced to fight for entertainment, so are Jason and Kara, at least for a while, Querl is Wally and Peters science son you cannot convince me otherwise, Jon Lane Kent you angsty little bitch-, Miles is worried out of his mind, Peter can’t be dead, Not Again, Artemis is trying to move on (and failing miserably), Dick can’t let go of the past, Will is trying to talk sense into him, depictions of rape, Character will recover don’t worry, lots of fluff afterwards, Depictions of depression, depictions of ptsd, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, (good and bad), basically just a lot of violence, and having to fight to stay alive, Everyone is basically a fucking mess ok?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3lctEB7

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Characters I RP as

(fandom: character)

Be More Chill: Michael Mell, Dustin Kropp

DC Universe: Freddy Freeman (Shazam), Bart Allen (YJ)

Dear Evan Hansen: Jared Kleinman Descendants: Carlos de Vil

The Goldfinch: Boris Pavlikovsky IANOWT: Stanley Barber

It: Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris Marvel: Peter Parker (MCU), Harley Keener Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost Stranger Things: Will Byers

I’m all for doing crossovers, but I don’t really Rp with OCs.