#roxanne sharpe

[widespot]

"Ed -" "Give her here, honey, before your bladder busts." "Um, that's - not what's next -"

"You're kidding." "I wish I were!"

"Another girl." "I'm calling mine Roxanne. What's yours?" "Ednah!"

"We're gonna need a bigger house." "We'll discuss it after my bathroom break."

They are not prepared for this, so while Ednah lolls in the crib, Roxanne has to make do with the bouncy chair.

All thoughts of a second story are abandoned in favor of a hasty remake of the garage into a gigantic nursery. "On the bright side, Mommy gets the old room for a study. I'll have to change the wallpaper in there, though."

[magicalrobodokiofficial]

In this chapter, it's sheer lunacy at the monster mash!!!

After feeling pressured to watch a scary movie of Nate's past and being ridiculed for his fears, Guy Towers, as Lunacy, gains the power to transform everyone in a specific area into monsters, then turning those who are afraid into statues made of moon rock. Aianna, Roxanne, and Nate are caught in the wave, and it's up to Bob and Buzz to help everyone out before they freeze in fear…forever.

[hazyaltcare]

A moodboard for a Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck) fictive who is also Roxanne Wolf (Five Night's At Freddy's: Security Breach) kin... [Post is 18+ under the cut and also may contain triggering content. As always, mind the trigger warnings in the tags.]

...with themes of hypersexuality, BPD, drug use, and overcompensating for self-hatred with outwardly self-obsessed behavior.

Mod Haze (☀️Sol & 🎮Greyson)

[oldcountrybear1955]

Reflex Homme July 2015 - Ian Sharp photographed by Roxanne Hartridge

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

Who Did It?

(they're all gathered by the broken coffee machine)

Cookie: "So...who broke it?"

Cookie: "I'm not mad, I just wanna know-"

Booloo: "I did, I broke it-"

Cookie: "No, no you didn't. Buzz?"

Buzz: "Don't look at me! Look at Guy!"

Guy: "What?! I didn't break it!"

Buzz: "Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it WAS broken?"

Guy: "BECAUSE IT'S SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US AND IT'S BROKEN!"

Buzz: "Suspicious..."

Bob, annoyed: "No, it's not."

Nate: "If it matters, probably not, but Roxie was the last one to use-"

Roxanne: "Liar! I don't even drink that crap!"

Nate: "Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?"

Roxanne: I use the wooden skewers to get junk out of Ai's system, everyone knows that Nate!"

Aianna: "Okay...let's not fight..."

Booloo: "I broke it, let me pay for it, Cookie."

Cookie: "No...who broke it?"

Schmitty: "Cookie, Avery's been awfully quiet."

Avery: "REEEEEEEEEALLY?!"

*******

Cookie: "I broke it. It burnt my hand so I punched it."

Kiruru: "Ki?"

Cookie: "I predict 10 minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig's head on a stick."

Kiruru: "Kiruru?"

Cookie: "Good, it was getting a little chummy in there."

[deuxadeux-if]

WELCOME TO DEUX À DEUX.

Hi all, I’m Ray, and this is the official Tumblr of the WIP interactive fiction game “Deux à Deux."

This post contains:

Current Demo Status

Short Synopsis

Long(er) Synopsis

About the Game (ROs and a basic “things to do” summary)

Socials

Demo

***The game is planned to have some mature content, so 18+ only from here on out, please :-) ***

Demo Status (09/29/2024):

| Prologue is finished |

You should be able to finish the prologue. You should also see an ending page which allows you to restart/share game, you should have a stats screen, and you should have 4 save slots.

Short Synopsis:

You’re barely scraping by your dead-end job when a couple leaves a note as they leave: “Quit your job—we’ll take care of you.” Calling the number on the note throws you headfirst into a world of luxury, intrigue, power, and lust. Tread lightly.

Long(er) Synopsis:

As a server at a self-proclaimed “upscale” restaurant in New York City, most of your shifts end with exhaustion, total rage, or vague annoyance. When a beautiful couple leaves you a note with their receipt (instructing you to quit your job and let them “take care” of you), along with a $500 tip, you’re intrigued.

You go to their massive townhouse in NoHo and find yourself face-to-face with the most alluring lifestyle you’ve ever encountered. Balancing your newfound friendship with the Lyonses, and your own somewhat nitty-gritty lifestyle, is a challenge, but one you’re determined to make work. Once you’re swept up in the Lyonses’ world, though, it’s hard to escape—you’ll realize there’s a dark underbelly to their glamorous, luxurious lifestyle.

Will you become as cold and crooked as the Lyons couple, or will you find another path with their permanent “house guest”? Maybe you’ll stay at your crappy serving job and get closer with one of two coworkers, to the horror of the Lyonses—or maybe even your boxing coach.

Whatever happens, it won’t come easy.

About the Game:

-----------------------------ROs---------------------------

T Lyons.

T (Tom/Tess/Tory) Lyons is wealthy, mysterious, and cold. They’re married to N Lyons, and the two of them are the very picture of a New York City “power couple."

T takes an immediate liking to you when they meet you at La Table (the restaurant you work at). Their interest is what sweeps you into the Lyonses life, into their own luxurious, illicit, private world.

Appearance: T Lyons is American and black. They have black hair, sharp lips, and cold brown eyes.

N Lyons.

N (Noah/Natasha/Nico) Lyons is T’s devoted spouse, and is in turns alluring and terrifying. N is apprehensive to have you join their world, despite their immediate interest in you, because the Lyonses only ever have one “house guest” at once.

N Lyons will be a little harder to win over, but they may prove a more loyal ally. You also wonder how much they pull the strings of the Lyonses’ lives behind the scenes. Only time will tell.

Appearance: N Lyons is Mexican-American and brown. They have very dark brown hair, long eyelashes, and calculating black eyes.

M Nguyen.

M (Mason/Molly/Mars) Nguyen is the current house guest of the Lyonses, and you immediately wonder if they find you an unwelcome intrusion or a possible savior.

M is more reserved than either of the Lyonses, but then again, they don’t have much to talk about. They don’t leave the house much, but they want for nothing under the Lyonses care. You just wonder if they’re in a gilded cage, or truly satisfied.

Appearance: M Nguyen is Vietnamese-American and brown. They have black hair, angular cheekbones, and thoughtful black eyes.

R Burns.

R (Ronnie/Roxanne/Rainn) Burns is one of your closest almost-friends in your “real life.” They’re your boxing coach, the best around, and you consider them mostly (or completely) to thank for your combat skills.

You’re always entertained with R, but you’re torn between deciding if there’s real care beneath the easy amusement on the surface. Do you want to get closer to R, or leave them in the dust?

Appearance: R Burns is North Indian-American and brown. They have black hair, a prominent nose, and dark brown eyes.

Erin Pinsky.

Erin Pinsky (genderlocked) is your almost-almost-codependent coworker. She’s a very talented server, always lighthearted and charming … if you cared more about your job, you might be jealous.

She seems to really like you, too. The question is, is that affection only surface-level, or could there be something more there?

Appearance: Erin Pinsky is American and white. She has poorly bleached hair, always-on black eyeliner, and bright brown eyes.

Theo Ferreira.

Theo Ferreira (genderlocked) is another of your coworkers, but you can’t really tell if he thinks anything about you … like, at all. He doesn’t really give a shit about La Table or his job, so he’s more stern than charming as a server.

For some reason, the customers eat this up. Sometimes he’ll sneak you stolen food from the back and insist you bring it home, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. Still, he’s very handsome.

Appearance: Theo Ferreira is Brazilian-American and brown. He has buzzed brown hair, expressive eyebrows (though he hates this), and shrewd black eyes.

----------------------THINGS TO DO---------------------

In Deux à Deux, you can romance several people at once (whether there will be consequences or not is anyone’s guess … mwahaha) or devote yourself to one RO. You can also date nobody, I guess, but that will be a lot less fun in this game, sorry!

You can throw yourself wholeheartedly into life with the Lyonses, including going clubbing, eating fine dining, going on impromptu vacations, etc.

You can also reject their frivolous lifestyle entirely, avoiding them when you can (although they’re quite persistent) and spend time boxing, hanging with your coworkers, or trying to get M out of the Lyonses lives.

Or, if you’re feeling ambitious, you can try to balance both.

This game will have:

Romance (duh)

Stat checks with consequences (there will be 2-3 majorly game-defining stat checks, so choose wisely)

Combat (everyone has a few skeletons in their closets, right?)

A fair bit of drama.

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The Demo:

Link: https://dashingdon.com/go/17086 OR click here.

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Thank you so much for your interest in my game!! So excited to continue sharing this with you all.

XO

Ray

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

You ever seen Roxanne Wolf from FNAF? Cause ur cool robot wolf Iady reminds me of her a bit

Of course! I mentioned to someone else recently how it's a bit funny; Kaita's earliest design, good number of years back, took very vague design inspirations from Mangle of all things. Honestly it was just "canid robot with lipstick and sharp teeth" overall, but I won't lie they were an influence (enough so that my other oc, Happy Chatty, is more of a clear dead-ringer to fnaf animatronics) but I developed Kaita separately over time and made her look more distinguished. Over time I exaggerated her hair a little more and more, and I think by the time Roxy was a thing, Kaita had a distinct pony tail. A big glamrock mane is a little much, but no lie Roxy inspired me to at least go a bit crazier with Kaita's hair.

I consider it a fun kinda convergent evolution! Thankfully I have this blog, so you can literally see Kaita's development by checking her tag in chrono.

[elisysd]

20. Your new girl is my clone

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Is it Over Now? - Taylor Swift

Same hairstyle. Same eye color. Same height. Same frame. Same freckles displayed on the nose. She looked so much like you that it was confusing and for a moment your mind wondered if Stan hadn’t done it on purpose. But he wouldn’t go this far, would he? The thought still made the bile rise in your throat. 

“Y/N? You look pale. Is there something wrong?” you could hear the mocking in his voice, which made you feel uneasy. 

“No. All good. I’ve got to go. I would say that it was nice meeting you but that would be a lie,” you politely replied trying to keep your composure. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see you break. You nodded in his direction and in Roxanne’s before walking towards the gate. You needed to go back to the hotel, take a shower, relax and pretend everything was okay when Charles would be back. 

Charles was tired. So tired. And the weekend had not even properly started. He wanted nothing more than to go back to you, take you in his arms and cuddle for the next hours. He wasn’t sure if you had already left and he was the only one to blame, having forgotten to charge his phone and now the battery was dead. He was hoping you had made it home safe and sound. 

He hadn’t managed to see anyone from either his team or his friends, to focus on what he had to do the next day. He had dreamed of Vegas, of that track and he knew it was something that suited him and he wanted nothing more than to give the last two races his all. For you, who had been by his side for a few months now, for Ferrari who had gone through hell but still was in position to finish the year on a high, for his friends and family who believed in him no matter what. He wanted to win this race so badly. 

He thought, at first, that the red jacket with his name on it moving through the crowd, was a product of his imagination. But when he took a few seconds to focus, he smiled, recognising the way you had tied up your hair today. You had waited for him, even if it was so late. He sighed, relieved. Suddenly everything felt better, the air in his lungs seemed to come back and his shoulders relaxed. He sped up, eager to hug you and lead you towards the gate and to the car. He called your name, once, twice but to no avail. Though, he was sure you had momentarily stopped as if you were waiting for him to catch up. He apologized to the people we was pushing a little, trying to go back to you as fast as possible, and when you took an unexpected sharp turn toward between the main hospitality where countless of VIP were drinking and laughing and where the little Elvis chapel had been built for couple who wanted to marry, it took him slightly aback. What games were you playing? 

He was about to call your name one last time when you suddenly started to run towards someone. It took him a few seconds to recognise the man’s embrace you were in. But when he did, all the air that had miraculously come back in his lungs a few minutes prior, was now knocked over. Stan. Fucking Stan. And if he thought the blow was hard to take, nothing could have prepared him for what came next and for his whole world to shake. Stan bent over, his face close to yours before his lips found yours. Charles hoped and prayed of seeing you pushing him away but when your arms found his neck and you let yourself go in his embrace, he felt his world flipped upside down and a hole piercing through his heart. He couldn’t turn away, it was like he was attracted to the scene before him, unable to move. And the final blow came in the form of Stan shooting him a glance, a smirk playing on his face and an arrogant wink thrown in his direction before he finally moved, your head buried in his chest, towards a sponsored hospitality. 

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, completely frozen, until a hand on his shoulder finally brought him back to the moment. Mick was looking at him, distraught and worried. 

“Charles? Man… Damn, what happened? You’re crying? What is going on? You’re pale, do you need me to fetch the medical services? Or Y/N? Where is she?”

“Out with a guy I thought she wasn’t talking to anymore. Probably making out with him. Fuck… How could have I been this stupid? How?”

“Y/N? Our Y/N? The girl who looks at you as if you were holding out the moon, the sun and the stars in your bare hands? That Y/N? Making out with someone who isn’t you? Come one, man, you’re either joking or you’re so tired you’re hallucinating.” 

“I know what I’ve seen, Mick!” Charles finally lost his temper, the events finally sinking in. “And what I’ve seen is the love of my life, kissing a man who isn’t me. While wearing my name on her jacket,” he felt a tear falling on his hand before he brought it to his face, wiping away the tears running down on his cheeks, in an angry gesture. 

“But… It doesn’t make any sense… she gave up her job for you, she moved in with you, she is your number one supporter… Why would she cheat?”

“Maybe she never really gave up on being a journalist. Maybe all this time, she acted undercover, gaining my trust, being part of my life, trying to get a sensational story to boost her career. I don’t know.”

“Do you really believe she would go this far? It is not her…” 

“I didn’t think she would cheat me, Mick and here we are. Maybe we both don’t know her as well as we thought. Maybe she played us both.”

“You need to talk to her, maybe there is an explanation… A good one. I refuse to believe she is vicious like that.” 

Charles took his time to come back to the hotel. He wasn’t feeling tired anymore, but he was dreading seeing you. He didn’t know what he would say. He was feeling so hurt, so angry, so betrayed. He had never been the luckiest when it came to love, he was often blind. He was a deep romantic at heart, believing true love was still out there somewhere, and was still waiting for him. And he truly thought he had found it with you. 

When he finally entered the room, you were sitting on the armchair, back turned towards the giant window, looking at the light illuminating the city and defining the track you could see from afar. When you finally turned to him, a smile on your face, he could have sworn you were innocent. But he knew what he had seen and he would not let himself be distracted. 

“I was worried, you weren’t answering your phone…” you broke off the silence, feeling the tension in him as you walked closer. 

“Stop playing whatever games you are playing, right now. Please,” he harshly said, making you jump and looking at him with disbelief. 

“Games?” you repeated. “What are you talking about?” 

“I’ve seen you. With Stan. Kissing,” he slowly replied, each word tasting like poison on his tongue. 

You opened your mouth and closed it almost as fast, processing what he was saying, before shaking your head, taking a step back. 

“Charles… no… I swear to you, I didn’t…”

“Don’t act stupid with me. I know what I’ve seen. I saw you spending almost an hour braiding your hair like that, I was the one giving you my jacket with my fucking name on it because you were cold. I don’t understand… why?”

“Charles, I swear it wasn’t me…”

“Look at me and tell me you didn’t know Stan was there.”

“I… I knew. I crossed his path while I was heading out and he has a girlfriend. It’s them you saw, not me.”

He laughed, humorless. 

“And what is next? You’re going to say she looks exactly like you? That you have a doppelganger?”

“Yes! Her name is Roxanne, and I know it’s tough to believe, but she looks like me. And it was so disturbing that I…”

“How convenient! Cut the crap. Don’t waste my time more than you already have. Just tell me why? Why? Why did I do to deserve this?”

He was crying now and you were too. You slowly approached him, hands in front of you as if you didn’t want to scare him.

“Charles, please look at me. Do you sincerely believe I could do something like that to you? After all we’ve been through? Damn, I sacrificed my job for you, I told you about Luc and you know how hard it was for me, you’ve met my parents…”

“Maybe it was just part of your plan so I could trust you and let my guard down. After all you hated me just a few months ago, why would you have changed your mind so easily?”

“And for what? Getting some sort of stupid revenge for Luc’s death? Getting famous? Come on, Charles, it’s stupid. Do you think I’m capable of doing that? For real.”

“You tell me,” he spitted. 

“If so, then you don’t know me at all… I thought, you out of all people, would be the one who would always stand by my side and…”

“Don’t play the victim now! I was the one who’s been cheated on. I was the one who thought I had met the love of my life. I was the one who was already planning how I would get down on one knee to propose.”

“And I’m the one who is wrongly accused! Charles, please… I would never do something so cruel to you. Or to anyone.”

“I just can’t believe you… I can’t. Even if I wanted to. Stan being there, a girl who looks exactly like you as his girlfriend. Is there at least someone who could confirm when you left the paddock?” When you shook your head, eyes glued to the ground, his last hope shattered. “I want you gone tomorrow. I’ll make the arrangements so you have a flight back home. You can stay in the apartment until early december. The team is running some tests after Abu Dhabi, I won’t be back in Monaco until then. It should give you the time to find something somewhere,” he mumbled, unable to look you in the eye. 

“So… this is it then? You are breaking up with me? After all we’ve been through?”

“You broke my trust.”

“Or maybe you’ve never fully trusted me.”

Charles spent his weekend in autopilot mode. He had asked his team to not mention you and from his tone, everybody had understood that it was better to not mess with him. He had put all his rage and heartbreak into his driving, managing an amazing pole position and today, with the race, nothing else mattered. He wouldn’t focus on anything else than on his car. And then he would push in Abu Dhabi until the very last corner. Ferrari could still snatch the P2 of the constructors from Mercedes and it was now Charles’ only goal. Push and push and push. Again and again and again. And if he had to break down, it would only be when the camera would be turned down and when he would be at home. 

The race had almost been perfect with a perfect start. If Max had not played nasty, Charles was confident he could have kept the lead and increased the gap between him and the Red Bull. But a messed up strategy had forced him to push to the limits until the final lap and the battle with Perez and that final overtake. The celebrations went by in a blur and despite his team wanting nothing more than to take the celebrations in the nearest casino, Charles needed to be alone. So he packed his bag and made his way out. 

“How does it feel to have the love of your life being taken away from you?” a voice he could recognise from miles around made him stop in his tracks. 

There he was. Stan. Alone and leaning against a wall. 

“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood to hear you brag. You got what you wanted, get out of my life, now. And don’t feel like you need to come back.” 

“I told you Leclerc that I wasn’t done with you. You've taken her away from me once, it was only fair that I would return you the favor. That being said, I have one more surprise in store for you.”

“I’m not going to let you play mind games with me.”

“But I’m sure you will absolutely love it.” he moved away from the wall, as he let his arm hang behind him as if he was motioning to someone to come around. “Baby, can you come here for a minute, I would like to introduce you to an old friend,” he smirked, and when the woman came out from behind him, Charles felt like his world was shattering for the second time of the weekend. “Roxanne, here’s Charles. Leclerc, please meet my gorgeous girlfriend, Roxanne.”

Charles’ mouth went dry because as unbelievable as it sounded, Roxanne was looking exactly like you. And he had screwed up. Big time. And he didn’t know if there was a way for him to redeem himself after having hurt you that bad. But still, he was determined to win you back, even if it would be the last thing he had to do in his life.

Author's note: This chapter was a pain in the ass to write but here it is. It absolutely broke my heart in every ways possible but I'm glad it is yours now! Still one chapter before the end of the story and then it will be the epilogue.

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[lxdymoon0357]

Hello I was wondering if u did crossovers bc I got a crazy idea. What if u did a cross over with the villainess is a marionette, villains are destined dj die, and the way to protect the female lead? Like she is Penelope’s sister and she keeps getting transported in other worlds by mistake? And they’re all Yandere fore her? U obviously doing have to do this but this is just a e crazy idea 😅

(cool idea, but it's just blood.... Also Ashil passed his test and lived because I wanted him too!)

Crossover:

Villains are destined to die X Villainess is a marionette X The way to protect the female lead's older brothers X Reader HCs

※You were the only sister of Penelope, you both were extremely lucky and grateful to be taken in by the Eckhart family, they treated your sister nicely as well, but unlike your sister, you had a special power that is to move between three world where you’re meant to make people meet destiny, or something similar to that, your mother explained it to you, but you were very young to understand anything.

※ You grew up being a beloved child by your mother, sister and the people of the Eckhart duchy, you were seen as the kindest, prettiest and a gifted child by all.

※You met many people, including the royal rat with rubies for eyes, Vinter Varnandi, Yvonne and Ecklies, you quickly managed to form a dear companionship with each of them and quickly making them yanderes for you.

※You were quite close with your sister and hated the people in the manor for treating your elder sister badly, often triggering your power and transporting them somewhere and when they would come back they would either be dead or badly hurt.

※You formed a big companionship with Callisto, the crown prince who later on fell for Penelope and kept her close with him to keep you near him as well.

※You grew up healthy and grifted loved by your trashy brothers, you father, your annoying servants, your lovely sisters and many more people.

※When you grew up, the Eckharts learnt about your power and all your family loved you, then it was time to train your power, upon moving to one of the places you ended up bruised and fainted in a huge garden, when you woke up there was a beautiful man sleeping in a chair next to you, he looked extremely regal; He had short blonde hair with blue eyes and pretty lips with lashes, as you sat up in bed someone held your shoulder and slowly fluffed up your pillows, it was a girl who looked similar to the man sitting in the chair, she was one of the prettiest lady you had ever met, she had long blonde hair with shining blue eyes with pretty lashes and red lips.

※You later on learned their names, Cayena and Rezef Hill, they both were half siblings and the next emperor and princess in line for the throne

※You quickly managed to befriend them both, those two would spoil you rotten and also tried to keep you with them for as long as possible, you also met Cayena’s fiancée and half-brother, Raffealo Kedrey and Ethel Hill, both of whom you also happen to quickly befriend.

※They quickly became big yanderes for you, and upon learning how you got here and your power, they decided to slowly teach you about it, but not let you leave them, which was a big thing. They thought to keep you with them, while letting you visit your family for a few days every five months.

※So, once when Rezef was training you, you accidently ended up in a large, bloody field in someone’s arms, as you as you fell in their arms you fainted from exhaustion, but before you fainted you saw black grey hair with red eyes.

※As you woke up, you were in a huge red room completely bandaged, as you sat up you saw the door open, with three people entering, the man whom you saw before with a younger version of him and a gorgeous lady with blonde hair and ruby red eyes, with plump, red lips and a sharp face. The man who caught you was named Lant Agriche, his younger version was his son, named Dion Agriche and the lady was his beloved daughter, called Roxanne Agriche, you had ended up in the manor of Black Agriche.

※Lant had saw you falling from the sky and quickly caught you before you fainted in his arms, he saw your face and was mesmerized by it?...You don’t understand but that’s what Roxanne said, he brought you back to the manor carrying your princess style shocking everyone there, seeing the head of the family holding someone so tenderly, even more a beautiful person.

※You quickly took over the head’s heart as a dear child and he decided to make sure you were kept as safely as possible only letting a few people see you when you were knocked out for the days, them being only Sierra and Ashil, and maybe Roxanne on days when Lant was in very good mood.

※Ashil would describe you to Roxanne, Roxanne when she first got to see you was mesmerized by you, you were very pretty. She would constantly try to make Lant happy so he would let her see you.

※Sierra on the other hand would look after you, along with Ashil who would try to find some books on how to cure you fatser.

※Everybody in the Agriche manor wanted to see you, the lucky servants would tell about you to other servants who were asking them about you, everybody was curiously waiting for you to quickly heal so they could also see you and meet, including Grizelda, Fontaine, Maria, Jeremy, Charlotte, Dion and many more, I mean who wouldn’t be if they saw Lant carrying someone so tenderly.

※Now back to the present, as you sat up and saw the three come in and take a seat on the chair near your bed, Lant immediately put his hand on your shoulder and laid you back on the bed, while the other two sat on the other side.

※As the doctor came and checked up on you and gave you shots, Lant held your tiny hand in his, often using his other hand to stroke your hair and warm face with tenderness, which shocked the other two more.

※You quickly became the favorite between the Agriches, Dion loved you so much, you got gifts, sweets, treats, party invites and much, much more constantly.

※But you were also kept locked up in a room for hours on end, unless Lant would visit you with a beaming smile on his face, you were kept like this in the Eckhart manor as well, so it didn’t faze you.

※You would then by taught by the three family how to use your power and learn about it, so they can make a place where you power won’t work so you can’t teleport away from them anymore.

※Other than this type of behavior, you loved your families very much, you introduced everyone to each other, Roxanne, Cayena and Penelope got along very well always talking shit about someone they don’t like, Rezef, Callisto and Dion also became good friends often teaching each other if they tried to get to close to you their favorite torture methods, Jeremy and Reynold made a normal companionship and Sierra and Ashil became very close with Yvonne and Vinter, they would be the kindest to you and the most patient with you as well.

※You would often unknowingly cause arguments between the families, especially Rezef, Ashil, Callisto and Dion when you said your favorite brother was Ashil, he became a bit cocky for some time to the others people of his new found families and his own family.

※Everyone accepted each other, mainly because they all enjoyed blood, you would mostly be in the eyes of Lant, Dion, Ashil or Callisto, no one else because they all fall prey to your puppy eyes.

※They all end those people’s life in the most horrific way, the ones who tried to hurt you or get you away from them in any way.

※They love you so much, aren’t you happy having such a large family!!!

[nientedal]

The Reef and the Deep

For @buginateacup's fic Haute Water, in which the trio goes to the Met Gala in Minion's designs. These were so much fun! I learned a lot!

Image descriptions: Roxanne and Minion and Megamind in extremely fancy outfits.

Roxanne's dress is cut sharply up the thigh and looks like a wave rolling in - sleeveless, strapless, it has a bustled train of tulle scattered with seed pearls and a waist gather with a seashell and corals. The top of the bodice also has the same seafoam tulle, which wraps around Roxanne's arms. She is wearing a necklace and crown of coral and has iridescent blue highlights on her face. She is holding Minion aloft in a net of pearls. Minion looks extremely pleased with himself and is wearing pink eyeshadow.

Megamind is wearing ink-black and very sharp fins on his ears, a net of black pearls on his head. He has spines of very dark blue rising from his shoulders and arms, and similar spines falling in a narrow overskirt from his waist. He has lionfish-fin spines framing the sides of his cape, which is very dark blue inside and black outside. He has no shirt, but is wearing fishnet sleeves with scattered black pearls, and black armor on the backs of his hands and fingers. His boots are laced all the way up his thighs.

Both are on a pinkish-lavender background with a faded splash effect behind them.

[akairawrites]

THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN READER INSERT | pt1

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Upon entering Oscorp, a woman's voice greeted you from an electronic screen, her words echoing through the sleek corridors. The futuristic building enveloped you in an ambiance of innovation and sophistication. The polished marble floor beneath your feet mirrored the gleam of the overhead lights, while shimmering glass panels adorned the walls, casting a subtle touch of tranquility into the bustling atmosphere.

Lost in the beauty of the surroundings, you fell behind for a moment until Mr. Ratha's voice brought you back to attention, urging you to catch up as you followed him into the elevator. The descent was quiet, with only the soft hum of machinery breaking the silence, until the doors opened and revealed the busy Oscorp lab.

Walking out next to Mr. Ratha, you noticed an older gentleman. When his name was mentioned, he turned around. He had tousled blonde hair and glasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a pristine lab coat, and his presence demanded respect. However, what briefly caught your attention was his amputated arm. You quickly averted your eyes.

"Y/n, meet Dr. Curtis Conners," Mr. Ratha introduced, initiating the exchange.

Dr. Conners extended his hand with a warm smile, his Australian accent betraying his roots as he welcomed you with genuine enthusiasm. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. You must be the high school intern," he remarked assertively, his tone inviting and genial.

Accepting his handshake, you replied, "Yes, I am. The pleasure is all mine, Docter."

"Please, no formalities. Conners is fine," he insisted, his demeanor instantly putting you at ease.

As Mr, Ratha excused himself Dr. Conners turned his attention back to you, offering, "Shall I give you a tour?"

After several hours of exploration, you both come across a secure door that piques your interest. "What's in there?" you ask as you watch two men in hazmat suits exit the room.

He gestured towards the area where you had nodded. "That is where we breed various species of spiders for cross-species genetics. It's very top secret," he said, winking and holding his fingers to his lips.

You chuckled and nodded, showing him that you understood as you walked by the secured door. Unnoticed, a spider slipped through the crack as the door closed. Catching a ride on your shoe as the two of you walked by.

Upon reaching Dr. Conners's office, he turned to you with his usual smile and said, "That concludes our tour today. You are welcome to take your time to look around and make yourself at home, or you can head out. Either way, make sure to be here bright and early tomorrow."

Your mouth opened to speak, but as soon as you did, a sudden sharp pain jolted through your right heel, eliciting a reflexive grunt as you instinctively swatted at the source with the tip of your left shoe. "Are you alright?" Dr. Conners asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," you reassured him, trying to downplay the incident as you brushed off the discomfort. "Um...I think I'm going to call it a night, Dr. Conners. Goodnight, and thank you for today," you said softly as you reached for your bag resting on the small chair in his office, and made your way out.

"Goodnight," he simply said as he watched you leave his office.

You walked down the dimly lit corridor, feeling a persistent pain in your heel. The sharp sting was now a dull throb. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but you dismissed it as tiredness from the long day. Unbeknownst to you, a spider had nestled in the small fold of your sock.

The evening air was cool and refreshing as you stepped outside the building, a welcome contrast to the sterile environment inside. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. The city twinkled in the distance, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

As you arrived home, you eagerly announced "I'm home!" upon entering the living area. There, you noticed your mother lying comfortably on the couch, her face softly illuminated by the glow of the TV. You let out a gentle sigh and reached for the cozy blanket resting on the La-Z-Boy. Carefully, you draped it across her body. Then you headed up to your room.

Once you sat on your bed, feeling the itch from the bite, your hand absentmindedly scratched at it. Suddenly, a spider crawled out, and when you noticed it, you jumped a bit before quickly stomping on it without thinking much of it. After glancing at the clock, you realized how late it was. Exhausted, you decided to head to bed early.

As you slept, strange dreams haunted your subconscious. Vivid images of webs and crawling insects filled your mind, leaving you restless. You tossed and turned, the discomfort in your heel now a faint, distant memory compared to the odd sensations you felt coursing through your body.

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Part 2

[widespot]

"Matthew, did you come all the way out here just to apologize? That is so warm and big hearted and humble of you - I knew you weren't really one of those stereotypical soldiers that always have to be right even when they're wrong!" "Well - um -"

"I'm so pleased we're friends again! Oh, and tell Jessica I'm so happy she got the girl she wanted."

"I got to head home - baby's birthday's coming up. G'night, Roxie! Mwah!" Oh, yeah, this guy's about ripe for the picking.

"So it'll take up about half of winter break and then Seth'll have a day to recover before he goes back to school." "I'll get things set up with work. I don't think it'll be a problem."

[magicalrobodokiofficial]

The Narrator: (reading Nate’s letter out loud) "Dear Raven Nevermore. Violence is not the answer. Oh, great first sentence! Thanks, Aianna. We'd like to make a trade. We'll give up our powers if you give us Buzz. Add "unharmed" or they're gonna monkey's paw you. Smart, Bob. Magic pen thingy, add "unharmed". Then, like "yours tru—", no, "sincerely", "best", maybe just "signed, Magical Robodoki". Should we proofread it? Nah, Tippet said this pen doesn't make mistakes, just writes what you say. Great, I feel good about this. Me too. Anyone else want a Gatorade? Do we have red?"

Mikuro: What is this GATORADE?!?

(Source: Shazam! Fury of The Gods)

[equizona]

How about the glamrocks react to a male reader that looks like a gust of wind could knock them down easily taking out a guy that's bigger and heavier then them?

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐘, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍

SECURITY BREACH: A scrawny looking guy easily taking down someone bigger.

feat. glamrock glamrock chica, roxanne wolf, montgomery gator

note. this is such a good concept. personally, I am built like a twig and weak though, anyway this is assuming the reader is the animatromic' priority

warnings. explicit imagined violence, thoughts about murder and canon-typical stuff

GLAMROCK FREDDY

Anxiety is all he can feel. He is generally protective and hardwired into both him and his system. When he notices the conflict stirring, he tries to calm the situation down. When it doesn't work and you both go at it, he is supposed to step in, but you handle yourself relatively easily. While he will certainly give you the scolding of a lifetime, he is at least happy to know that you're capable.

GLAMROCK CHICA

She knows you can handle yourself. She tends to be a bit over eager, so she knows you're capable enough to handle her, and she is bigger than any human can ever be. She has no concern. She is cheering for you the entire time. In the corner, yelling, "That's my boy!" She is so proud. Of course, if she sees a worker or one of her fellow animatronics, she'll pull you away and scold you until they leave, and she'll be right back to singing your praises.

ROXANNE WOLF

Strangely, it's Roxy who is the most worried about you. Whether or not she knows you can handle yourself is irrelevant. She has some less than pleasant thoughts of locking the other party in some old storage room where nobody will find him, and she is about to fight him herself if he tries anything, regardless of who started the conflict. Of course, she can't do that since it would harm her and the company image. But she certainly images it as she flashes her sharp, metal teeth at him as he gets his ass kicked.

MONTGOMERY GATOR

Much like another one, Monty is cheering for you the entire time. He doesn't have the faith in you that Chica does, but he has a thirst for violence and a favoritism to you. If he thinks things will get ugly for you, he'll step in. However, when he sees how easily you handle yourself? He's sitting back and enjoying the show. He had a brief moment of imagining you murdering the guy and helping you hide the body, and never speaks of it again, even when he's helping you sneak away from the other's scolding.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Whoop Dee Doo! It's that time again! Here's my humble request: Imagine the Glamrock Animatronics and Michael Afton listening to their girlfriend fawn over and brag about them to her friends. What'll they do?

Glamrock Freddy

He would be extremely flattered!

Of course, he’s the most popular out of all the gang. So he hears praises all the time.

But for you, his loving girlfriend, to say the sweetest things about him to your friends makes him blush without fail.

When you return to his side, he’s all like “awh, sweetheart...that was kind of you.”

Extremely bashful bear.

Your words warm his circuits from the inside out.

Montgomery Gator

Usually he’s all like “yeah I know I’m the best haha”. All cocky and shit.

Though the genuine compliments you give him (and mention to your friends who assume he’s scary) softens this tough gator’s heart.

Of course if any of them were to see him get flustered, he’d just bare his teeth as if to say “what’re you looking at???”

But when you rejoin his side to give him kisses, he’s back to being a pile of mush.

Glamrock Chica

Her heart just goes “!!!!!!!!!!!!!” anytime she hears you mention her.

“Chica does more than just eat and exercise..she has a sweet personality and always gives me support. I wouldn’t trade her for any animatronic in the world <3″ You say to your friends.

She always smiles no matter how bad of a day she’s having.

Even if she’s eating out of the trash impulsively you still compliment her, never judging her for the glitch.

Roxanne Wolf

Knowing how her confidence can skyrocket and tank unexpectedly, you give her optimism and compliments on a daily basis.

With her sharp hearing, she can hear what you say about her in front of your friends, beaming pridefully whenever they look her way.

She made sure they knew she was listening. Always.

On days where she feels low, you’re there to pick her right back up. 

It’s just what girlfriends do best <3

Michael Afton

“Listen, punks..my darling Michael is in no way like his father-”

He quickly learns how fast you’re willing to speak your mind, especially in his defense when he hears someone talk shit about him and his “cursed” family.

With friends who wonder how he's treating you, you tell them about all his good qualities while holding his hand.

Poor guy has to cover his face with his free hand to hide his growing blush.

But it makes him happy nevertheless, knowing he’s loved and worth fighting for.

[wazzappp]

First bit of graphic design I've done in a year and its a fake logo for a hyperspecific AU... don't know how I didn't see that coming honestly.

Ok lets talk about why I went with 'Ghost Fighters' outside of the obvious name pun.

The main enemies the boys face would be ghosts. They are composed entirely of the suffering of people who have passed. The few memories that they have are of their worst experiences, but for the most part they just kind of exist as memories of suffering. Generally these spirits move on after a day or two, but if there is a specific strong attachment to a place or person or trauma sometimes they stick around longer. Someone who was murdered would probably not stick around as long as someone who died of old age.

The general appearance is of an emaciated figure with very few features. They usually have 'ribbons' that extend out of the backs of their heads, the ends of these are sharp and used for fighting. The elongated arms and sharpened two fingered hands with a thumb are also used for slashing.

Ghosts seek out similar suffering in their area. They cant move more than 1/2 mile away from where they died, which gives them a bit of room to roam, but if you live in a place where theres a high concentration of murder they have a higher chance of running into each other.

If they DO. It gets BAD and it gets bad FAST. Ghosts can merge together and so your'e dealing with double the ribbons and double the claws. Their roaming spaces merge which mean that they can find more ghosts to merge with. There isn't really a limit on how many ghosts can merge together. When things like natural disasters happen, you can get large ghost conglomerates and FAST.

It is very rare but sometimes the ghosts will haunt people. People who stay in one space the majority of the time are stuck in the same haunting area as a ghost. All they have to do is temporary move away until either a Ghost Fighter destroys the ghost or it dissipates on its own. If they do end up being possessed you essentially have a ghost in free roam. There really isn't bringing someone back from that.

Generally people cant see ghosts. Ghost Fighters can, of course, but there are also very rare 'psychics' who can see ghosts. Most people cant see them until they start to conglomerate in numbers of 20 or 30. By then it is a VERY large ghost mass and needs to be dealt with. The effects of the ghost can be seen (claw marks in cement, dents where they've been thrown into walls) but generally they go un-noticed by the population.

ALRIGHT. RANDOM FUN DOODLES ASIDE lets talk Ghost Fighter physiology. (it is so so important to me that Roxanne has No Chill whatsoever. SO. IMPORTANT.)

All Ghost Fighters have 'nail polish' with their corresponding color. It used to help them identify each other, but after the rise of nail polish its uhhhhh. not very effective. It's really not nail polish though, thats just the color of the nail now :)

Connection Gems rest on the chest and are embedded into flesh. They allow a Familiar to channel magic through their person! Familiars are a lot like the 'paper flamethrower' metaphor. Lots of power, but unable to use it without destroying themselves. Ghost Fighters allow them a way to express their magic.

EYES. You already know what the fuck it is bro. I don't need to explain myself here yall know me by now but fuck it imma try and find a way to reason it out anyway. Humans aren't really built to contain so much magic, so it shows through in little ways, like shining out of their eyes just a lil bit.

Speaking of which, Ghost Fighters are a little uh. Weird. You know the whole thing with elves? Where they look almost too pretty and the longer you look the stranger it gets? They have that going on. Their hair is always settled just right, their skin is dewy and almost shiny, the light always hits their eyes JUST right. Even bedheads still manage to looks planned and perfect.

SO. When you get a guy like Robbie? Whose attractive to start with but scowls all the time? When he finally DOES smile? Holy Shit. Nobody is prepared for it. Nuclear levels of pretty. Almost hurts to look at. 100 Billion enraptured 30,000 gay / bi awakening.

More stuff about familiars (Eli in particular. Need to think harder about his specific weirdness), transformation sequences, ultimate attacks, and interpersonal relationships on the way. I just. NEEDED. To get what I have so far out there dude. Brain too full. Door stuck. DOOR STUC K.