I liked your Vox x Digital Reader, if he does make her a body what type of design do you think he would go for if the reader didn’t ask for any specific type just for a body?
Like would he make them a tv head like himself or would he give them a more futuristic appearance?
Examples here for what I mean.
So uh... I may have gone a little overboard... I had a base in mind that I was like "oh, I'll doodle a base and people can make self-inserts inspired by it. Oh,, what about options... Oh what if... what if..." and accidentally made three ocs. And one of my VA friends did a demo voice for them.
Lowkey might name them and give them personalities because I'm sorta in love.a
(Also, I plan on cleaning and refining these and will post the final version on both this account and my main account. So if you see @maybemochas post it as well, dw, that's just me!
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Prompt 115
“Seriously old man?” the rumbling voice nearly caused Tim to jump, his eyes darting away from where Ras was sitting, the Al Ghul almost seeming to perk. It was kind of hard to miss the man… teen… being? It was kind of hard to miss the owner of the voice what with how their hair looked like it was on fire.
They motioned around at well, everything, crimson eyes looking exasperated. “Really?” They were definitely motioning towards him, interrupting Ras when he opened his mouth to talk. “No, I don’t want to hear it, I swear- Did he kidnap you?” That was definitely aimed at him.
“N-no?” Tim was feeling slightly unbalanced and may be on hour sixty without sleep at this point, if the hour long nap was counted. “I need help finding my not-dad who's lost in time.”
The being let out a strangled noise that Tim could nearly swear was almost another one, but couldn’t vocalize his slurred thoughts as the dude muttered something, motioning around as though he was tempted to strangle something or someone.
Ras cleared his throat, looking almost awkward which was how Tim knew he had to be dreaming or drugged. Probably drugged. “Jordan, how good to see you, it’s been so long-”
“Can it Pops,” the being-named-Jordan scoffed, finger pointing towards the Demon’s Head. “Moms still pissed and isn’t coming back any time soon with you still pulling this shit.”
Tim felt his brain stall, process for a moment, then process some more over what he just heard before his mouth ran before it could catch up. “Ras is married???”
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"Well, yes, Sydney is actually my little brother. How did you know?"
...I mean, I am pretty sure that's not the case, but it would actually be really funny for an AU lol
Like, turns out you actually had a secret sibling and guess what? It's your fucking mentor. Maybe your dad had too much fun in his teenage years 😭
@troycattribunny you are giving me wayy too many ideas with only your reblog 🤔
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DP X DC Prompt #10
Tim had grown up in a cold, empty house. His parents stopped by sporadically, when it suited them. He was technically always taken care of, but not in the way he needed.
After he had lost both of his parents and let Bruce adopt him (eventually), he thought he was done with his parent’s bullshit.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. Why hadn’t they told him he had a brother? And what kind of place was Amity Park?
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miguel as pseudo big brother to a reader kinda similar to miles? i was thinking abt that one scene in the first movie when sp//dr broke down and noir carried peni n started feening for platonic miguel 🥹🥹
MIGUEL O'HARA as a big brother figure
yes sorry kinda evil gif choice. anyway listen it is literally my second day on the job so i'm so sorry if miguel is ooc in Any way
despite being such a stoic on the outside, miguel would lowkey have a soft spot for you. he is a big man with a big wall but damn are you so good at climbing over that damn wall
think those tiktoks of how miguel would have a soft spot for mayday and like burst into tears at her sight but he hides it for you bcus he needs to act Cool™ around the team.
he wouldn't outwardly show affection through physical touch or anything, but the GESTURES !! OH THE GESTURES !!
his love languages are definitely gift giving and acts of service!!
also he struggles in communicating his appreciation for you directly but you can definitely see it through the small acts he does for you everyday, like taking the time to check on your mental state every other day (he's trying his best okay).
if he's passing by the cafeteria to get an empanada or something as a snack, he's also buying a whole meal for you whether you like it or not. if you already had lunch he does Not care and you will take it.
he definitely does push you harder, but only because he knows you're capable of so much.
As you run your errands in spider-society, somehow balancing your bio homework that was due the next hour along with the numerous tasks assigned against the multiversal anomalies popping up everywhere.
Overwhelmed was an understatement for how you were feeling—that's when a notif popped up on your watch, summoning you to Miguel's spidercave (whatever they call it).
"What is it this time?" You say begrudgingly, a little pissed off that your own damn boss summoned you while you were so busy.
"Have you forgotten about your own task report? The one issued around a week ago?" Miguel doesn't even face you properly, face obstructed by his countless computer screens. Well, looks like this isn't even worth his damn time.
Sighing, you shuffle through your backpack, past the textbooks and random pens and trinkets before finding a crumpled sheet of paper that you pass to him.
"...And can you tell me exactly what this means?" Miguel attempts to smoothen out the report to not much avail, and your unintelligible writing is... something for sure.
"Well, so ya see—"
What would've been your explanation was cut off by a loud rumble, originating from your stomach.
GLRLGLRGLRLGLRGLRLGLR.
"..."
"......."
After what could've been the most awkward silence in your life, Miguel finally breaks the ice with a question you didn't really have an answer to.
"When was the last time you've eaten?"
"Um..." —Your stomach threatened to roar again— "Like, yesterday night..."
"And do you know what time it is?"
"....4 in the afternoon?
"Ay, coño..." Miguel mutters to himself, as he presses two fingers to his forehead in disappointment.
"No, listen, it's just that I couldn't really eat because I had this biology thing that I had to finish today and I'm not really done with it yet and I hate bio and our teacher sucks and the anomalies too and—"
"Okay, okay! I get it!"
Your frantic attempts to defend yourself are then abruptly interrupted by the toss of a still-warm empanada container, along with a bottle of water stuck to it via spiderweb. Your eyes immediately brighten up at the sight of food, and your muscles tug into a smile at the man you were so fiercely defending yourself against two seconds ago.
"Thank you, thank you!" When the hell did he get that and why save it for me?
"Yeah, yeah. Just leave." Miguel spat out, a twinge of embarrassment showing through his features. As you waltz out the room, merienda* in hand, he watches you, not noticing the slight smile forming in his lips.
*merienda is like a snack you eat midway through the afternoon! since its 4pm i thought that was much more fitting than like dinner or something
shoutout to vyn (@prinzevyn) for the help w miguel's character!! unfortunately not awake to beta read aaaAaahhh......
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