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Creature Like Me || Chapter One: Solo Hunt

[TASM Peter Parker!Werewolf AU]

Summary: Kraven and his guild of hunters have been tracking and quelling the werewolf population for centuries. The time has come for Aylin to complete her first solo hunt to prove herself to the guild. It was supposed to be simple. One wolf, one death, one victory. She never expected to end up with a secret hostage on her hands.

Chapter One Warnings: depictions of torture and starvation, depictions of a violent death, use of a gun, blood and gore, is it animal cruelty/animal death if the animal is a werewolf??

A/N: This is an OC but please keep an open mind, read a paragraph or two, before you completely write off the story because it doesn’t have a “reader” insert character. Her descriptions are fairly minimal and her name is important to the story. Pretend you’re someone else for little bit and get lost in a world that’s not your own. Isn’t that what writing is for anyway? xoxoKatie

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The morning sun beamed soft, white light through the canopy of branches to illuminate the fog settled against the dewy grass. She watched the light push away the dark shadows of the forest as she plucked a handful of blueberries out of her pocket and plopped a few into her mouth. Mornings were never her favorite despite their inherent beauty. She preferred the tranquility of the night with nothing but the glow of the moon to guide her. She kept her love for the moon to herself. Those were thoughts she wasn’t allowed to have. Her guild worshiped the sun for it was the werewolf’s natural enemy. The wolves drew their power from the moon. It made them stronger, enhanced their natural abilities, and turned them into fierce warriors. As a hunter of the beast, her guild found safety in the light, but used the cover of the dark to hunt their prey. They saw the dangers of the night where she only saw serenity.

“Aylin,” a deep, gravely voice fell over her shoulder. “Are you preparing for your hunt tonight or are you daydreaming again?”

Aylin wiped the growing scowl from her face, replacing it with a passive smile, before she turned to greet her intruder, “Sergei. Good morning to you, too.” She shoved the ziplock bag of berries back into her pocket and stood up, brushing off her damp bottom from the rotten log she was sitting on. “I’ve been preparing my whole life for my first solo hunt. There is not much else I can do but wait.”

Tonight was the night she would become a full member of the hunting party. At 21, those with the talent would be given a test. They were to track down and successfully eliminate a single werewolf on their own. Up until now, she had been hunting with a group. She participated in helping kill a total of five wolves so far. Now it was time to prove that she could be of use on her own. It was the highest honor a young person could receive in the guild.

Sergei ran a hand through his long, scraggly beard. His dark hair reached to his shoulders and hung in wild waves framing his square face. The black pelt of a werewolf hung like a shawl around his shoulders. As leader of the Silver Colt Guild, he held the respect of everyone under him. The Silver Colt’s history dated as far back as the first known existence of a werewolf. They’d been around for centuries, culling the werewolf problem the best they could before it ever reached the public eye. Sergei, known by his enemies as his alias Kraven the Hunter, inherited the guild from his father. He ran with an iron fist to keep his people safe. They were the outcasts of modern society, taking on the burden of protecting those they would never meet from the horrors of evil that walked among them.

“Being prepared does not mean you are ready to complete the actual task,” he chastised her. “Going one to one with a wolf is harder than you could ever imagine. In their wolf form, they are ten times stronger than you could ever be. In their human form, they are the master of manipulation. They would say or do anything to keep you from slaughtering them. The second you let your guard down, they will strike. There will be no help to back you up. Failing means death. A beast won’t hesitate to rip you limb from limb. Mindless, heartless killers. They are not guided by morals. They will not hesitate. I don’t want to lose you tonight.”

Aylin held her tongue for fear of talking back. Sergei always got under her skin. Still, she believed he deserved the title of their leader and, therefore, was worthy of her respect. He was easily the best hunter of them all. He could take out a wolf with nothing but his bare hands. No one else was able to compete with his sheer strength. At times, he seemed almost like an enhanced human himself. She often wondered where he pulled his abilities from, though she would never dare question him. He was a good leader but a boastful one. His hubris clashed with her humbled outlook. Aylin had no need for cockiness. She believed one’s skills should silently speak for themselves. There was no need to talk herself up. She knew what she could do and that should be enough.

“If you are successful tonight then I could see you entering as the frontrunner to become my protégé,” he raised his thick brows at her, as if that was supposed to be the most enticing offer of her lifetime. “Don’t let me down.”

The leader of the guild would always choose the strongest new hunter to personally train. She would be forced to move into Sergei and his wife’s home to study his every move. Whoever was chosen as the leader’s protégé would one day take over as leader themselves. Some of her peers would slaughter each other for the chance to claim that title. Aylin saw it as a chore. Calypso, Sergei’s wife, was someone she’d rather avoid. The woman could easily stand on her own with her husband but didn’t possess an ounce of empathy. She was cruel, boarding on psychopathic, and the thought of having to live under the same roof as her sent a bolt of dread through Aylin’s nerves. She had no desire to lead anyone, either. All she wanted was to sit in her quiet woods, undisturbed, but there was no point in arguing over a centuries old tradition. If Sergei chose her then that’s what she would have to do.

“I think I’ll be alright. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been tracking this wolf for some time. She works as a night security guard up at the old Eagle Peak Camp. I’m not entirely sure what she’s guarding there but, whatever is, I’ll be sure to report back to you with what I find. I think it’s where a pack has been meeting. If I can get information on them, our guild could potentially eliminate an entire group in one go. She’ll be an easy enough target for my first solo hunt. There shouldn’t be any civilians around and there's a lot of places to take cover. All my weapons are prepped and ready. I’ve been training for months. I will come back with her silver pierced heart in my hand. I’m confident in this.” She straightened her spine as she spoke to appear taller than she was in an attempt to see eye to eye with Sergei. He towered over anyone he stood in front of and she didn’t like feeling small.

He gave a light hearted chuckle and slung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side, and dwarfing her against his large body, “I believe you. I’m the one who trained you, remember? I know you have the skill. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you anyway.” The coarse fur of the wolf pelt tumbling down his shoulders tickled her cheek as he held her close. “Your mother is looking for you. She made you breakfast. Let me walk you back to town and we can discuss your strategies for tonight once more.”

Even as she stood crouched under the shadows of a large pine tree, Aylin silently trailed her fingers over each of her weapons. She’d taken count of each one about fifty times in the last hour but it still helped quell her nerves. The tree she took shelter under protected her from the downpour of rain as she raised her binoculars to observe her surroundings. Eagle Peak was once a bustling summer destination for hundreds of children, aged 6 to 16, to attend a four week camp program in the mountains. Their days were filled with non stop fun canoeing on the lake, hiking through the forests, singing around a campfire, and making a lifetime of memories. That was until the wolf incident of ‘74. Three campers were found torn apart, their cabin broken into, and their bloodied bodies dragged out into the forest. Their deaths were chalked up to a pack of rabid wolves which had wandered into camp. While the pack was never actually found, the camp still closed down. Children being mutilated while they slept didn’t send out a great impression to other potential camp goers. The Silver Colt’s knew the truth. It wasn’t rabid wolves. At least, not how the public perceived it to be. One of the counselors was a beast in disguise. He was slain by Sergei’s father in the summer of ‘75. Sergei still wears the necklace of claws his father made after tearing them from the counselor's paws before he drove a silver dagger into the beast’s blackened heart.

The camp had sat abandoned for years, left for nature to reclaim, until a private owner bought out the land. That was when the suspicion began. Hikers were going missing more often than usual. Strange howls could be heard at night. A heavy sense of foreboding hovered in the night air. The werewolves were making a return and it was up to Aylin’s people to stop them. Tonight, she would start their quest by taking out the guard and retrieving as much information as she could.

From the outskirts she couldn’t see much. She’d been staking out this location for weeks. Besides the patrolling woman, she never saw anyone else move around the camp while she was there, but it was clear that there was something worth guarding. She would need to infiltrate closer to get a better look. While the night rain ruined her views, the sound would help mask her footsteps. Werewolves had particularly precise hearing. Sergei purposely chose a rainy night for her first hunt and she would take any advantage she could get.

Aylin mentally planned out her route. The main lodge sat in a large clearing overlooking the lake. A crack of lightning pierced through the clouds and reflected off the darkened waters. It was the only source of light she would have tonight as the moon was blanketed behind the storm. Surrounding the lodge on either side was a small office building and a nurse’s station. The lavatories were a little ways behind the main lodge and, down a wooded dirt path, held the bulk of the camper’s cabins. According to her old map, they used to refer to the cabin’s sleeping area as the Whispering Pines. A boathouse sat on the lake, still fully stocked with rotting canoes. That was thirteen buildings in total. She would have to search each one before she returned home. Once her target was removed, it would allow her the time she needed to properly investigate for any details on the pack that roamed these areas.

Sierra Molina was who Aylin was currently searching for. A 28 year old, gorgeous woman with thick, long black hair who moved to upper New York three years ago. She started out as a model in the city, gaining a good amount of success, when she suddenly switched career paths. A successful model in the big city to a solitary, private security guard for an abandoned summer camp in the Adirondack Mountains could only mean one thing. She was a wolf. She wasn’t born one, she was bitten. That was Aylin’s theory, at least. It would have been hard for a wolf to have a career in the limelight. Wolves and cities don’t usually mix unless they’re using them as a hunting ground. That would mean, at some point three years ago, a wolf managed to find its way into the city. It was growing its pack and Sierra was merely a victim of the beast. Victim or not, she had to die.

There was not much luck for Aylin tonight. She had yet to catch sight of the woman. The heavy storm was probably compelling her to keep shelter in one of the buildings. A light was on in the back of the main lodge so she placed her bets on that. She wouldn’t be able to take her out with an easy scope shot. She’d need to get in closer.

Aylin took a deep inhale, preparing herself, and stepped out from the protective shadows of her pine tree. Her old leather boots lost traction as she descended down a slippery slope towards the main lodge. The grass turned to slick mud under her and she silently cursed as she felt the cold, wet dirt coat down her side as she skidded to a halt at the bottom. If anything, the mud might help hide her scent too, though it made it harder to grip her weapons. She did her best to wipe her hands off on her black combat pants before continuing.

She kept her body ducked low while she gave a light jog towards the lodge. There wasn’t much she could do about the squelching mud under her feet. All she could hope for was that the rain hammering on the roof was loud enough to cover whatever sounds she couldn’t hide. The second she reached the lodge, she pressed her back against the dark wooden panels. Her hand grabbed behind her to pull the crossbow from her back. She carefully loaded it with a silver tipped arrow, letting the rumbling thunder overhead mask the sounds. The crossbow was her weapon of choice. It was fast, powerful, and quieter than a gun. Unlike the colt revolver strapped to her thigh, she had more stealth advantages with this. The gun was for the final blow if she needed the added weight and her dagger was her very last chance of survival should things come down to hand to hand combat. She was no Sergei. Her strengths lay in long range and stealth.

Aylin moved along the length of the outer wall until she was perched under a cracked open window. From inside, she could hear someone moving around. The smell of cooking chicken hit her nose. This must be the kitchen of the lodge and where her target was taking shelter.

Sierra spoke to someone inside as she banged around the room, slamming cabinets in her wake, “I think he needs more food. The man is wasting away. Kateri hardly ever feeds him. I don’t know how she expects him to keep on giving her what she wants if he’s nothing but skin and bone.”

She waited, listening for a secondary person to reply. When she heard none, it gave her the confidence to know that Sierra was still the only here. She was on the phone.

“Yeah, I know it keeps him weak, but it’s also killing him. Call me crazy but I actually feel sorry for the bastard. I’m the one who ends up having to take care of him. He’s not my pet! If she’s so obsessed with him, you’d think she would actually take better care of him. It wouldn’t hurt to bathe him either. He’s starting to really stink. I wish Kateri would actually do something about that. The whole cabin is disgusting. I hate having to go in there.” The name Kateri was new to her but, the way Sierra talked about her, made it seem like she was the one who called the shots. The name of the pack's potential alpha. “Maybe I’ll let him run around in the rain for a bit. Let the storm hose him down.” Sierra laughed, “I’m joking! Calm down. I’m not going to let him out. He wouldn’t know what to do out of chains anyway. Kat’s got him fully conditioned to be her omega bitch.”

Aylin silently shifted her crossbow to get a better feel for it in her hands. Her curiosity peaked at the thought of who they were speaking about. It sounded as if they currently had someone hostage. She didn't dare peak through the open window for fear of being seen.

“I cooked him some chicken. Kat can scream about it all she wants. He needs the protein. I didn’t even season it or anything. Just straight up dry chicken. What’s sad is that it’ll probably be the best damn meal he’s had in a year. Better than the dog food she’s been forcing him to eat.” The sound of her zipping up a bag reached Aylin’s ears. She was getting ready to move. “I’m going to even brave the rain for this loser. See? I’m not a heartless bitch after all. Who would have guessed? I’ll talk to you later, babes, once I’m back inside. See ya.”

The sound of Sierra's footsteps disappearing followed the end of the phone call. This was her chance to move. Aylin crept around the side of the building, crossbow held up at the ready in front of her. She watched from the shadows as Sierra popped out the door and into the rain. Her peripheral vision was covered by the large, dark green hood of her rain jacket pulled loosely over her head. She wore a black bag over her shoulder as she jogged towards the Whispering Pines. She had no idea that she was now actively being hunted.

Aylin’s heart began to race as she trailed after her prey. When she joined the hunting party on their excursion to take out other wolves, they had already been in wolf form by the time she caught sight of them. Large, raggedy, snarling beasts. Blood had dripped from their jowls and matted into their wild, unkempt fur. They had been untamed, savage, violent creatures. It was easy to see them as a predator in need of putting down. They weren’t human.

Sierra Molina was human. At least, how she looked now. A beautiful woman trying to make it big as a model. Her dreams of the future were snatched from her at the hands of true evil. She was dragged up to the mountains and forced into a new life. She ran through the rain, her shoulders hunched up in her oversized coat, her body shivering from the cold, to bring food to whatever neglected hostage her alpha had locked up. She was going against her orders to feed the poor soul. An act of kindness. A very human act.

Her stomach ached at the thought of having to look this woman in the eyes as she killed her. She’d rather her be a wolf. It would be more dangerous but slaughtering an animal was better than murdering a human. The reality of what she was about to do came crashing down around her. The fear set in.

Aylin slowed her pace, ducking behind a tree. Sergei was right, the rain would help easily conceal her from all sounds and smells. Sierra had no idea she was being followed. It felt almost unfair. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do this anymore. She was born into this life. Raised to be a killer. It should be easy. She shouldn’t be this sacred. Fear and doubt were weaknesses. Those weaknesses should have been beaten out of her as a child yet they somehow still prevailed, stronger than ever.

As her prey approached the last cabin along the path, the one tucked further back into the forest than the rest, Aylin raised her crossbow and took aim. There was no time for over thinking or panic. She had to act on instinct. This was her moment. It was now or never. She couldn’t return home without a wolf’s heart in her hand. She couldn’t fail her people.

This was it.

The familiar, loud thwip of the bolt leaving its home echoed off the trees. Before Sierra even had time to react to the sound, the silver tip buried itself straight into her lower spine with a sickly, crunching thud of bones being ripped apart. She dropped hard and fast. Crumbled to the ground in a heap, her bag slipping from her shoulders to fall beside her broken body. Her piercing howl of pain filled the air. Aylin made quick work to start loading up the next bolt while she still had the element of surprise on her side.

“My legs,” Sierra cried out. “I can’t feel my legs! I can’t move them. Please. Help! Someone help!” Her pleas for rescue were useless. There was nobody around to listen but Aylin. Her body flopped onto her side, teary, terrified eyes desperately searching for her assailant. “Who are you? What do you want?! What have you done? You-”

Aylin approached, a black cowl mask hiding her lower face, and the end of the crossbow pointed at the other woman. Her target was in sight but she wasn’t ready to pull the final trigger just yet. She wanted her to turn. She needed to see the beast before she took her life. It was the only way she'd be able to follow through.

Sierra caught sight of the golden, rising sun emblem carefully stitched into Aylin’s dark jacket. Realization flashed across her spasming face, contorting between pain and fury, “You.” Her voice lowered into a dangerous rumble. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Her words spit like fire out of her mouth. “That sun. You’re one of Kraven’s hunters! Kateri said you would come eventually. You have no idea how this will end for you. You have no idea what you’re walking into!”

A low, threatening growl thundered in the back of her throat. It was followed by a quieter whimper like she knew how this was going to end for her. She was scared. A cornered animal ready to go down fighting. Death was the only future she held. Her pupils began to stretch, causing her tawny colored eyes to fill with a voidless obsidian until there were no remnants of her human soul. The growl grew deeper, more animalistic, as she started to shift.

“That’s it,” Aylin whispered to herself. “Turn for me. Show me who you really are.”

Like a firework bursting in the night sky, Sierra’s body exploded into a massive wolf with an angry howl, sending shreds of her green rain jacket and a spray of water droplets flying into the air. She nearly tripled in size. Silky, jet black fur, as beautiful as her own head of hair, settled down into place as her transformation completed. Saliva clung to her thick, pointed ivory teeth, black lips pulled back into a snarl, and her ears pressed flat against her skull. Steam puffed from her panting jaws, highlighting the chill in the air. She was savage. Desperate. Ready to kill. Her blackened sights set directly onto Aylin.

This was the beast she was ready to hunt. This was exactly what she had trained for. Sierra Molina no longer existed. In her place was a raging, furious wolf ready to be slain. There was no more need for humanity for she was not human. A hunter and her prey. A tale as old as time.

Sierra’s hind quarters remained crumbled under the weight of her body like a stray dog who had been hit by a car. They were as useless to her in wolf form as they were to her as a human. Aylin had managed to sever her spine with her first hit, rendering her weaker and taking away some of her power. It didn’t make her any less dangerous, though. She lunged at the younger girl, thrusting her massive body down the muddy path towards her as claps of loud thunder cheered on the upcoming fight. The muscular power of her front legs dragged her forward in jerky, pained movements, back legs dangling helplessly behind her. The coarse fur of her hackles stood on end. Teeth bared. She was ready to die fighting.

Aylin released the trigger. The bolt shot out like a bullet and lodged itself deep into her foe's shoulder. The silver tip sizzled in her thick skin, the metal burning into her flesh. She doubled over with a howled cry, whipping her enlarged head back and forth in an attempt to reach the burning arrow piercing her skin with her long snout. While she fought with the pain, Aylin quickly tried to reload her bow. She had the arrow half way in, foot holding down the stirrup, and desperately trying to force the strong string back into position when Sierra noticed she was distracted. Ignoring the searing pain in her shoulder and crippled back legs, she lunged herself at Aylin.

The force knocked her to the ground, tossing her bow off to the side, and pushing the air out of her lungs. The heavy weight of the wolf pressed down on her chest. The smell of wet dog filled her nostrils as Sierra leered down over her. Steamy, hot breath blew in her face. Black, leathery lips pulled back to reveal snarling teeth. For a breathless moment, Sierra thought she had the upper hand.

And then a loud, cracking pop rang out, breaking the wooded silence, sending a flurry of terrified birds out of the trees and straight to the stormy sky.

In Aylin’s hand was the colt revolver, slipped out from her thigh harness, already prepped and loaded with silver bullets, now pointed directly under the wolf’s jaw.

The bullet shot straight through Sierra’s thick skull, ripping through her brain, and forcing a bloody exit out the other end. A cloud of misty, hot crimson rained down onto Aylin’s face. Bits of fleshy brain matter scattered to the ground around her. A sharp fragment of Sierra’s rose tinted skull bounced off her forehead, slicing her skin, and tumbled into the mud. The wolf went completely still, the life snuffed straight out of her, as her heavy body slumped on top of Aylin, pinning her in place.

The silence that followed was deafening. Not even the rumbling thunder or shower of rain seemed to dare make noise. All she could hear was the ringing in her ears. The echo of the gunshot reverberating inside her skull.

Her heart was racing. Her lungs struggled to breath under the weight on top of her. Her mind desperately tried to catch up with the events that just unfolded.

Her first solo hunt. Her first kill.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, protected from the shower of blood thanks to her mask. The rain slowly washed the rest of the red from her vision.

She had done it.

She had killed a werewolf.

She was alive. She was the victor.

Aylin let out a grunt, grasping a fistful of Sierra’s fur in her shaky hands, as she wiggled her body out from under the enormous carcass. The slippery mud helped assist her as she slid her legs out of the furry prison. Her clothes were soaked through. Mud, rain, and blood all mixed together to seep into her frozen skin. She forced herself onto her feet and took a stumbled step backwards to examine her work.

Sierra remained in wolf form after her death. They rarely ever changed back once their life was gone. Despite her blown open skull, she looked rather peaceful. Cute, even, if you looked from the right angles. Like a giant, sleeping puppy. They were beautiful creatures, werewolves. It was hard not to respect their strength and power. Sierra still nearly got the upper hand even with her paralyzed hind legs and silver burning her flesh. If it hadn’t been for the colt, she probably would have won.

Death suited her, Aylin concluded.

She turned from the corpse to pick up her crossbow off the ground and slung it back over her shoulder. She took a moment to gather herself, both her racing thoughts and her scattered belonging, before she attempted to continue. The adrenaline coursing through her veins made it difficult to think straight. The wolf was dead, the major threat eliminated, but there was still work that needed to be done. Cabins needed to be searched. Clues needed to be found. And a heart needed to be cut out as proof of her win.

Aylin shuffled over to the bag Sierra had dropped. It lay at the bottom steps of the smallest cabin. A simple, faded, forest green wooden shack. While the other sleeping quarters looked like they could hold at least ten people total, this one could probably only handle four. She bent down to unzip the bag. A clear tupperware of cooked chicken, a bottle of water, and a ring full of keys were all that remained inside. Aylin glanced up to the cabin. That was where Sierra was headed to deliver the dinner. That was where they were keeping their pet.

She snatched up the ring of keys and made her accent up the rotting wooden stairs. A screen door filled with holes stood in front of her. Behind it was another, solid metal door. It looked out of place, newer than everything else, as if someone had specifically installed it within the past year. A heavy padded lock bolted it shut. The kind of lock meant to keep something in. She tested out each key until she found the perfect fit. The lock popped open and she slid over the dead bolt, allowing the door to slowly creak open, unsure of what she would find on the other side.

The thick stench of musty sweat hit her nose as her eyes adjusted to the dark. It was pitch black inside. The windows had been boarded up and covered with heavy, old blankets. They would keep out the light and help dampen any noise. A set of two wooden bunk beds stood on opposite sides of the walls, built straight into the floor, but Aylin’s attention sought to what was chained between them.

A man was naked, crouched on his knees, back curved forward, and head hung low. He was facing the blank wall across from her. His arms hung up above his head and stretched out to the side, forced into place by the bulky chains around each wrist. The sickly pale skin under the wide cuffs was rubbed raw. A trickle of dried blood caked down his forearm. His back was covered in a myriad of scars. Welts from a whip. Some new. Some old. All painful. She could see the perfect ridge of his spine protruding from under the scarred skin, each vertebrae clearly on display. The marks of a starving, tortured man.

He head jerked to the side when he heard the creak of the floorboard as she took another step inside. His hair was down to his shoulders and hung in wild, greasy, matted stands. His skin was speckled with dirt and old, dried blood. Wheezing breaths struggled out his lungs.

Aylin breathed through her mouth, trying to keep her nose blocked from the horrible smell wafting off of him. The closer she got, the worse it became. Not even her mask could help block the smell. He had been locked in this room for a long time, rotting away with no flow of air, no sunlight, nothing.

“What have they done to you?” She whispered, horrified by what she was seeing. “Who are you?”

The sounds of shifting chains filled the quiet shack as he came more alert. She stayed in the shadows behind him, just out of his eye sight while he tried to crane his head around to see who was speaking. This was a new voice, one unfamiliar to him.

“Who are you?” He croaked. His voice was deep and scratchy like a rusty tool he no longer had any use for.

“I asked you first.” She listened to the sound of the rain hammering against the wooden roof. It helped soothe the quickened pace of her heart. “Are you one of them? Do you…belong to them?” A pet. That’s what Sierra had called him.

She had only been taught how to kill wolves, not what to do when she encountered a hostage they were keeping. This was new, uncharted territory. Sergei would probably want her to kill him and move on with her task, get home safe without any added baggage. Her mother would tell her to free the starving man and find him help, her humanity being more important than a flawless hunt. She chewed on her lip, silently weighing her options.

The man gave a breathy, weak laugh. It sounded dark and ominous.

“I…belong to them…yes.” He hesitated, defeat dripping in his tone. “Are you here to kill me? Please say yes.”

Aylin swallowed, unsure. Was she? Her hand was clutched to the hilt of her knife. He could be dangerous. Or useful. There had to be a reason why a pack of wolves had him locked up. He belonged to them but was he one of them? It didn’t sound like he was part of the pack. A rival, maybe? Whoever he was, he wanted to die. He wanted her to kill him. Her heart sank in her chest. He looked so weak. His head had fallen back against his slumped over chest, his neck unable to support it upright for long. They had tortured him, starved him, until he was a broken shell.

She took a deep breath and pulled her knife from the holster. He shuddered at the sound. She held it at the ready as she crept closer, ducking under one of his chains, to stand directly in front of him. He lifted his tired head to look at her. Her eyes widened at the horrors. Gaunt, pale cheeks caked in dirt. Untamed, wild hair like a mane framing his skeletal face. Dark, sagging circles embedded around hollow, red tinted eyes. His scraggly chestnut beard stuck out in all directions to hide his dry, chapped, pale lips. Every rib stood out against his grimy chest. She forced her eyes from traveling down any further, wanting to allow the naked man whatever shred of dignity he had left.

“Well?” He asked again, watery eyes boring into her. “Are you going to kill me or not?”

Aylin locked her gaze with his. It was the look of hope that softened his sharp features that simultaneously broke her heart and made up her mind.

“No,” she declared.

She couldn’t kill him. She didn’t care who he was or what he had done. Anyone chained up and begging for death deserved a second chance.

A frown darkened his sweat dripped brow, “You're a hunter, aren’t you? I know that symbol on your coat. I heard you outside. You killed Sierra. That’s what you do. You kill werewolves.”

Aylin nodded, “Yes.”

“Then kill me,” he stated. The finality of his statement settled in the stale air around them.

He was a werewolf.

She should kill him. She should hate him. She should claim his life as a second victory. Two for one. It would secure her spot as Sergei’s protégé. She would be revered as a hero. A future candidate to lead the Silver Colts. Her destiny would be written in stone.

Which was exactly why she wouldn’t.

When she didn’t respond, he clenched his jaw, anger flashing across his broken eyes, “Kill me! I’m one of them! Do what you’re supposed to do and kill me!” He threw himself at where she stood, unflinching. The chains caught him before he could reach her and yanked him back into place as a sob escaped him. The fight immediately left his body. He was too weak. He curled up as best as he could with his arms hung weakly above his head. He let out a pathetic whimper. “Please…do it…please…” He whined. “Please. Help me. Make it end. Let it be over.”

He was a werewolf. A predator. A freak of nature. The one thing she was supposed to despise most in this world. Her enemy. The one she vowed to eliminate even if it cost her own life. She was raised to do this. Raised to be a killer.

“No,” she whispered.

It’s not a fair fight. He was too weak. Bound to chains. Already beaten into submission. She’d have to be a monster to pierce his heart now. He was supposed to be the monster. Not her. The plans of what to do next began swirling around in her mind. Crazy, ridiculous, unheard of plans.

Aylin slipped her knife back into its holster. She had made up her mind. She was going to take him. Steal him from the pack. Bring him back with her. Hide him away from her people. Use him to get information. He was weak enough that she could control him. In the state he was in, his fragile mind could be easily manipulated. It was insane, yes, but it was her plan and her mind was set on it.

The ring of keys were still stuck inside the lock of the door. She ducked back under his arm chain and retrieved them, starting to test each key until she found the right one, while he studied her with a quiet, sleepy, curiosity. She carefully unlocked each cuff, setting him loose.

The wolf man fell to the ground the second his arms were free. He crumpled into the fetal position, chest heaving, unable to do much more in his feeble state. Aylin squatted down in front him. His knees were more raw than his wrists, almost worn down to the bone, as if he had to spend most of his time on them. It was then that she noticed his pelvic region. She only took notice because it stood out. While the rest of him was covered in grime, his pelvis was meticulously clean. Spotless. Perfectly cleared of any dirt, sweat, or blood. She couldn’t see anything more revealing as he tucked into himself but it was an odd observation, the kind that made her stomach lurch. Whoever Kateri was, she only seemed to care about one specific part of him. This hostage had a purpose. One she was going to take away from them. Cut off their supply and use him to lure them out into the open.

He was the key to eliminating the entire pack.

“What’s your name?” She asked softly. She could pretend to be nice, gain his trust, have him work for her. She could use him to bend her guild in the right direction. Think of all the information that could be learned by having an actual werewolf on their side.

He peaked his eyes out at her, his lids hanging heavy like he hadn’t slept in days, “It’s-” He hesitated, having to think, to try and remember that part of himself. A part he lost long ago. “Uh, it's…Peter….yeah, that’s it. Peter.” Even though he was free, he made no attempts to move. Completely broken like an abused, unleashed dog sticking close to his master because he knew of nothing else. Kindness didn’t exist in his world. All he knew was pain and suffering.

She reached out her hand, gently placing it against his cheek, even as he flinched and cowered away, she held steady, “I’m not going to hurt you, Peter.” She removed her hand from his scraggly beard and tugged down the dark cowl and mask to reveal the rest of her face for him to see, “My name is Aylin. I am a hunter but not to you. You no longer belong to these sadistic people. Now, you belong to me.”

[Chapter Two]

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Creepyville Headcanons!

Okay, since the update (and Angelo) aren't coming until another week and I'm impatient... how about some more headcanons for you guys? Also, reminder ya'll can ask me questions (please do I beg of you if you can-)

- Charlie wanted to create her own little crime group for the sole reason of being the one in charge (and being able to steal more stuff). She decided to recruit Willow and Chuck with the promises of sharing the spoils and messing with Mortis (along Crow and Spike since their part of his gang).

- Chuck doesn't actually hate Mortis, though he does enjoy getting a ruse out of him. (Especially when it comes to speed)

- Willow and Mortis dated in their high school days. Previously, she had some pretty bad relationships; so when she met Mortis (who treated her better than anyone else so far), she became an UNHEALTHY level of OBSESSED. Due to this, Mortis broke up with her. This was the last straw for her, and she snapped. If she couldn't be happy, no one could. She hates him with every fiber of her being.

- Chuck usually serves as a distraction while Willow and Charlie do all the thievery from there.

- Chuck and Willow both like scorpions! They like talking about them together.

- Charlie has a more monstrous spider form that has traumatized many.

- Charlie has extra arms and a little spider abdomen that she can retract at will.

- Mortis and Tara are good friends! They'd be even better ones if Mortis could understand what she's saying.

- Mortis "created" Frank out of loneliness. Technically, he revived him as the Frank we know isn't what he actually used to look like. He used to be human before he died. The only thing Mortis could retrieve for Frank was his brain, the rest was D.I.Y from there. This is the reason why Frank can only talk in grunts.

- Mortis has a huge fear of fire because his home got burned down when he was younger.

- Mortis and Crow found Spike just... laying there back in the Wastelands. Mortis then proceeded to adopt Spike, so Spike is now one of his children.

- Emz is just the alias. Her real name is Emily. A huge accident occurred that killed her, and Mortis had to quickly revive her, and so she became a Zombie.

- Emz's parents still don't know about the incident to this day.

- Emz and Angelo have fun chats together since they both like drama.

- Angelo had been fused with a mosquito, which caused him to become what he is today.

#speak no eve vil #brawl stars #all brawlers

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shipcestuous · 11 months

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Villains of Valley View

There's a new(ish) kids show on Disney Channel called Villains of Valley View and it is very much of a Thundermans and Wizards of Waverly Place flavor. In the episodes I watched it was not as ridiculously shippy and suggestive as its predecessors, but the potential is there.

Vic is a mad scientist (Craniac) who is married to the electrical supervillain Eva. They have three children named Amy, Jake and Colby and were part of a villain group called the League of Villains that was led by the evil Onyx. When Onyx passes Surge (Eva) over for a promotion to Chief Commander, Amy tries to get Onyx to reconsider to no avail, which followed with Onyx insulting her family. Amy attacks Onyx in retaliation and her family goes on the run. They eventually settle in Valley View, Texas under the alias of the Madden family. The Madden family work to maintain their ordinary lives while trying to keep themselves from being found by the authorities, the superheroes, and Onyx's minions while befriending their landlady's granddaughter Hartley.

Amy and Jake are both high school-aged. Amy/Havoc has sonic powers and Jake/Chaos has super strength. OK, before I forget, Jake and Amy are the names of the main couple from Brooklyn Nine-Nine and I love that. And Colby/Flashform, the younger brother who is 13ish, can shapeshift.

The show actually has a surprising amount of continuity for this type of show, which usually rely on a status quo. Most of the episodes could not be watched out of order.

In the first episode, Jake reveals that he genuinely wants to become a better person, not just pass for one so that their secret remains hidden. Though Amy makes fun of him, he encourages her to give it a try – to at least do some things a normal teenage girl would do, like making a friend. Despite what Amy says, she does follow his advice for no particular reason, which I found kind of interesting.

In the third episode, Amy and Jake feel bad for their younger brother who didn't get his powers until after they were on the run, and never got to live the villain life with them. So they try to set him up in a fake fight against a fake superhero, but just end up battling each other. Colby ends up getting hurt, and they have to figure out how to help him, amid various other complications, so they spend a lot of time together in this episode.

In 1x09, Amy learns that Jake has been sort of dating her superhero nemesis, Starling. It turns out Starling saved Jake's life and is the reason he has wanted to go good for real. Starling defeated Amy in a way that was very publicly embarrassing for her, so it's a personal betrayal for her when she finds out. But of course it all plays like jealousy too, especially her (arguable) overreaction and Jake keeping it a secret for so long.

Amy spends so much time making fun of Jake and pretending like she doesn't care for him, that it was pretty rewarding to see it be so clear that she had expectations for their relationship. In 1x10, Jake says that the insults they lob at each other are “like hugs” for them. So basically they hug ALL THE TIME.

Jake spends 1x10 trying to make it up to Amy and apologizing. (And we learn it has been weeks.) Amy tells Hartley that Starling wasn't the worst part of it, and she says, “When we were Havoc and Chaos, we were inseparable. We didn't keep anything from each other.” So the secret is a big part of the betrayal for her.

In an effort to get Amy to forgive him, Jake goes back to being Chaos. It seems at first like he just stole and threw a bus bench, and Amy is very pleased. But then when he tells her he also threw a bus, she gets a giddy smile on her face and says, “He's back!” She has clearly missed their days as a villain duo. But after a few escapades it escalates into something bigger and when Amy can see that Jake doesn't really want to do it, she calls the whole thing off. Jake tells her that even though he's not into that kind of stuff anymore, he has missed hanging out with her, and they reconcile. She tells him that he proved his loyalty by pretending to be chaos again.

Starling breaks things off with him, but I would assume we're not done with her. However Amy has no love interest so far.

I only watched the first half of the season, but the second half aired in October and November. I'd love to hear from anyone who watched those episodes whether there were any good Jake/Amy ones in there.

#commentary #introduction #noiv #nr #r: brosis #nc #villains of valley view #amy and jake

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shadowqueen402 · 7 months

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The Perfect Plan

(Here is the sequel to A "Perfect" Ending that I wrote. In this one, Reala gets the answers he needs and forms an unexpected alliance with someone. I hope you all like this fic. Let me know in the comments what you think!)

Now that Reala had learned where Madame Prim planned to drag Roy, he then decided to proceed in the next part of his plan; finding out more about that madwoman who ruined Timeville. He would have asked Aria, but due to what Prim had done to her, that was pretty much impossible. So he was left with no other option…but to ask one of Aria's friends.

It took Reala some time, but he was able to spot two of Aria's friends; Rebecca and…a man with blue hair. The two appeared to be hiding from someone. With a frown, Reala floated down behind them.

"Long time no see, Visitor," Reala chimed, grabbing Rebecca's attention. The bespectacled girl turned around, gasped, and backed away in fright.

"R-Reala?" Rebecca couldn't believe her eyes.

"You know this bloke?" The man asked her. He narrowed his eyes at the red jester suspiciously.

"Y-Yeah, Jett," Rebecca replied. "Reala is the bitter rival of NiGHTS, my friend. We both have a…bad history with him. It's a long story. But I want to know is why he's here."

"Is it wrong that I just wanted to see my girl?" Reala crossed his arms, his frown still there. "I came here to take Aria on a date only to see that Timeville isn't what it used to be. The Visitors aren't behaving like they used to… And Aria… She's now a shell of her former self…" Reala sounded rather bitter when he spoke the last bit.

Rebecca's fear from earlier faded away upon realizing what Reala was talking about. "It's Prim… She did that Aria. And Kaylo, Yuri, Dolly, and Misère too… She brainwashed them into being "perfect". She's even holding all of my friends hostage. And Mrs. Montgomery…"

"I'll cut to the chase; I plan to make Prim pay for what she's done to Aria," Reala revealed. "Since you know a lot about Prim, I need answers. What do you know about her?"

Rebecca and Jett looked at each other before turning their gazes back to the Nightmaren General. "Her real name is Primrose Gaillot," Rebecca explained. "She went under the alias Madame Prim. Before all of this happened, she used to be the headmistress of a boarding school for girls called Prim, Proper, and Perfection. That school was designed to make young girls learn how to be proper young ladies. But we later discovered that she was brainwashing the girls. She planned to make everyone in Timeville perfect."

"How did Prim find out about my girl's existence?" Reala asked.

"According to Aria, Prim wanted to marry Mr. Montgomery," Rebecca responded. "She even went so far as to crash her parents' wedding. Then, she tried to bribe her parents with a large amount of money to send Aria to her school. That was what caused them to move here. Up until now, they thought that they would be safe."

"But Prim had other ideas, didn't she?" Reala guessed correctly.

"Prim is not as dumb as we assumed," Rebecca warned. "During the time that we were trying to bring Kaylo and Yuri back to normal, we found a list of girls from all around the world that she tried to bring to PPP. We know that she's working with a mysterious ally. So there's no way that she did this all on her own."

"A mysterious ally?" Reala hummed in thought. "How did you suspect that?"

"Before Mrs. Bruno, Kaylo's mom, was imprisoned, she mentioned something called Project X." Rebecca said. "We don't know anything about this project, currently. But whoever this ally is chose to work with Prim for a reason." Rebecca lowered her gaze. "I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I know. I don't know where Prim is…"

"But I do." Reala's response caught both Jett and Rebecca off guard. "Let's just say eavesdropping definitely has its perks."

"Where is she?" Jett asked.

"She plans to drag Mr. Montgomery with her to a place called Tokyo, Japan," Reala replied. "She mentioned tracking down an unidentified man who's residing there."

"We have to save him!" Rebecca exclaimed. "And we have to stop Prim before she hurts this man! But we don't have a way to get to Tokyo!"

"Worry not, sheila," Jett said. "My powers will allow us to follow Prim and Roy without being spotted. They'll last us as long as I want. The important trick is to stay quiet."

Reala stared at Jett before nodding in agreement. "I will do what I must to save my Aria and her father."

"Let's go save everybody," Rebecca declared. She then turned to Jett. "We're ready, Jett."

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #reala #nights journey of dreams

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— character info sheet.

(repost, don’t reblog)

name: tadashi hamada

name meaning: tadashi (kind, virtuous, devoted) / hamada (seashore rice paddy)

alias/es: baymax's creator, 'dashi' by hiro + fred

ethnicity: japanese american

one picture you like best of your chara: as if i'm picking one. but if I'm held at gunpoint and have to choose one, it'd be the 💋 one; which hot animated character kisses the screen so out of breath without thought? it's such a cute detail to me like, thank you tadashi for kissing me ♡

two h/cs you never told anyone I found myself rambling a lot in the tags so idk which hc's I didn't end up saying? but at the same time, I have a scattered brain so here you go:

Tadashi used to wear glasses and braces. This isn't to be confused with Tadashi being an 'ugly duckling' before (that's such an outdated notion). Tadashi has pictures of himself from this stage of his life, but he would not show it to anyone until he considers you a close friend.

Tadashi doesn't get angry, but when he does, you don't want to be at the receiving end. His rage was such a wild, violent tornado that he needed anger management classes because it wasn't healthy for a young Tadashi. (He has sent a classmate to the hospital before-) Nowadays as a young adult, it's difficult to get him angry, but he does have his buttons to press.

Tadashi was a former bot-fighter. Sneaked in a third one here. However, I can't elaborate on it as much as I'd like because this needs a post of its own. But the bottom line is that botfighting is different in my canon; it's more physical and personal than having robots fight for the people. It's more of street-fighting if I'm honest. I'll just leave it at that.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

doing anything, alone. Tadashi's thoughts are able to be formulated in his mind when he isn't around anyone else; he can hear his own voice. It's hard to believe this when he is surrounded by so many people on campus and is the face of so many things for SFIT but, he LOVES being alone. he can do things on his own accord, he can make mistakes, he can talk to himself without being seen like a weirdo. he can be, himself. some hobbies include: planting, exercising, and taking himself out on dates .. . :')

inventing. It saved him. He invented things at his worst and at his best. He understood it and felt understood by it. It's weird to say that about non-sentient things, but machinery just, trusts you to tinker around with it and it promises you it's going to be a great function in your life forever if you do it right just once.

hanging out with hiro :-) He's the only other person who truly understands him. both have seen each other at their ugliest, and both are nasty asf with each other as far as siblings go. the pranks, the bullying, the sabotaging one another in order to avoid chores, all those good things. but also the memories of sharing their baths in their younger days, the secret language only your sibling can ever understand, and the unconditional support no one else is going to give ... hiro keeps him alive. that is his brother and best friend for life

seven people your character likes / loves: more like, his immediate circle who has seen tadashi at his nastiest-

his wittle little itty bitty brother hiro ♡

aunt cass (his aunt, guardian figure who shoved him on the right path when he was troubled, he owes so much to her ♡)

mochi (hairy baby)

baymax (his creation, his child if you will-)

callaghan (mentor and inspiration. in my canon, he helps tadashi navigate through his anger issues)

tameo hamada (father, he misses being daddy's baby and sitting on his laps :c he was the one that gave dashi the cap)

maemi hamada (mother, she was So ready to be a mother and aunt cass does not shut up about that :'c aunt cass and dashi bond over the strife she went through to get this far in her life and it breaks tadashi's heart)

two things your character regrets:

hurting hiro in one of his bouts of rage. he has physically hurt him once, one punch to his face out of worry (think about that scene in Arcane where vi punches powder), and can never forget about it ever since. right there and then, Tadashi knew he needed help.

as far as everything else goes, if tadashi were to die today, he wouldn't change a thing. "Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain. But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well :-) "

two one phobia your character has:

fire. though, i wouldn't necessarily call this one a phobia but rather, an element that gets him alert. it does not intervene in his life and he can coexist with it like cooking and enjoying a bonfire, but if he is not in control of it, like smelling it somewhere and not seeing it, he will ask about it and not shut up until it has been handled or he can see that the fire is in someone's control.

tagged by: @spiderbyhalf This one got me to fall in love with Tadashi all over again thank you 💕

tagging: @pupmemoirs , @rcbcllixvs, @randomeeveelutions, @labdweller, @flossinspector, @deprcvities (Darcy!)

#‘⠀it’s so hard to not be hard on yourself ( dash games )

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So mainly ive been thinking alot about this certain idea I have with a What if?Luka Jungo, {The Swiss Mark, and legendary Marksman} one of the mentors that Khoa killed in front of Bruce was actually a spouse to “The Still” {Aka Mr. Zuma} in which is Ra’s right hand. But honestly with Luka’s and Mr. Zuma’s relationship would be in the beginning enemies to lovers trope. But here are some headcanons I wrote down in a discord in which I was talking to with a buddy of mine that’s a ghostmakerstan and ghostbat stan mutual

I feel as tho Luka be that type where he likes to be loved and such but when The Still is flirting with him in public he be like "Stooop" and get all flushed, but when their alone he'll play along, probably sometimes with smooches. Another headcanon is that Avery never knew that Luka and this right-hand of ras dude were together but once she found out she lost her shit, and makes fun of Luka for it.

Okay some random ideas on how they met The Still was on a mission on hunting a wanted ex-league member down in by order by ra's since this guy was going to expose them. Luka is in the same situation but different request in which he should kill the dude due to reasons by his governments request in which led them to be working together for a year to find this dude and take down anyone protecting him, in which develops their friendship from enemies to lovers. Real quick, Luka actually felt suspicious towards "The Still" since he was an assassin in all, but he found his presence to not be as scary at all, and found him to be a chill, and very knowledgeable guy. Luka for the other hand was difficult to get along with and tried to work on this mission for himself but that wasn't the case, until Still came along he tried to keep all his alias and allies in secret but obviously "The Still" knows everything, but he noticed how worn down Luka was towards killing people for the government. And decided to give him the pep talk of whether or not settling is an option which opens Luka up more towards The Stills question, but still in caution.

But after a year from trying to put this guy down Luka managed to be closer to The Still due to his help and good advises they manage to get close and then secretly dating even tho "The Still" is an assassin overall and including being ras right hand, in which Luka then found out from stills mouth, but kept it a secret to the grave, and thank God the government didn't find out about that shit lmao. But at times Luka would be in missions right before he gets in his sniping position at times he finds "The Still" watching him, or actually distract him before he takes the kill but mostly there to comfort when needed. After Luka retires and in his lil cabin, once a month Still, actually comes over to visit a few months before having to go back to being The Right Hand, in which influence Still, to wanting to retire because of Luka just wanting to settle with his hubby.

But yet I do have an alternate universe, is a “what if” Luka lived and wasn’t killed. But with Luka and The Still, having to be almost parent figures towards Khoa and Bruce. But also I had this alternate vers where Luka and The Still become some what like a parent figures to Khoa and Bruce when they first were trying to train to become vigilantes {Also Luka never got killed by Khoa since Khoa reminds him much of The Still, when he first met him, but he notice this kid needs some guidance on not to be too reckless, or it's going to get him in a bad shape and well, Bruce reminds him of himself actually slightly.}

And Khoa and Bruce do break up tho, by a fight they have towards eachother which left Bruce heartbroken, but Luka just pats Bruce on the back and just been like "yeah, I already know this type he'll be back, I promise." But he does get shot but not by Khoa but by either another target he has to do by force, as to trying to protect both Bruce and Khoas trails while they were finding more teachers, some government officials actually found interest in those two kids and Luka was not having it, (John Wick Style) and {during this time The Still wasn't there since he gone back to ra's.}

{in which is where the timeline is when The Still watches over those two, until he fights Bruce and Khoa, and gives them the info about ra's during when Bruce went back to Gotham with the red car bitch dude aka Daniel.} But with Luka when he finally sees the target and it's actually David cain, {in which in this alternate universe David was trained by Luka first rather than Bruce and Khoa} and by this Luka was troubled and his mind was going crazy on finding out about how David became a mass murderer and as he sees David with a sniper rifle same as his, Luka didn't take the shot, but it was David leaving poor Luka majorly wounded from his scope shattered from the rifle with some scalpels into his left eye in which some of the government officials thought he was dead but he wasn't, he was rescued by Avery Obolonsky and taken care of until he was able to adjust having to lose one eye.

But these are my Luka x The Still! Ship Idea, and sadly it’s a ship that’s probably never going to exist

#luka jungo #the still #batman: the knight #batman #ghostmaker #minhkhoa khan #bruce wayne #luka and the still being a wholesome and bad ass parent figures #luka x zuma #idk about the ship name #sadly this ship may not exist ;-;#ghostbat

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teddyxward · 7 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 "𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘" 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 !

[cismale and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [THEODORE “TEDDY” WARD]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LOGAN LERMAN]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [FRONT DESK AT THE CORAL COTTAGE BED AND BREAKFAST]. Word is you’re [INTELLIGENT] but can also be a bit [CLOSED-OFF] and your favorite song is [SPIDERWEBS BY ALFIE JUKES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [mel, 23, est, they/them, no triggers]

TRIGGER WARNING: cancer, death

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Theodore Emerson Ward Nicknames/Alias: Teddy

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Age: Thirty Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Pansexual Date/Place of Birth: December 11th / Aurora Bay, CA Currently: Aurora Bay, CA

Positive Traits: Intelligent, well-mannered, organized Negative Traits: Closed-off, self-isolating, self-deprecating Astrological Sign: Sagittarius Archetype: The quiet intellectual

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Teddy was born and raised in Aurora Bay to a well-off family, never really being denied when asking for much. Some say he was a bit spoiled, coddled even, but this didn't stop him from having a very solid head on his shoulders.

The name Teddy was a childhood nickname that eventually stuck, and the young boy soon found himself preferring it to his regular name.

He was always a bit more reserved and less adventurous than most children his own age and spent more time making fictional friends than live ones. He was well above average in his reading level and pulled out consistently good grades in his academics.

Despite being noticeably smart, Teddy underwent high school with the intention of flying underneath the radar. He succeeded, making a couple friends in the process.

He decided to remain local for college, getting a writing degree -- much to his parents chagrin. He was good at it and it was something that would make him happy.

When he fell in love with one of his classmates, it shocked his parents just as much as it did him. And yet, he found himself wondering about the kind of life the two of them could have together.

He never knew when the right time to ask his girlfriend, Nina to marry him. That is, until he found out she was pregnant. Two weeks later when they graduated, he was down on one knee with a ring in his hand given to him by her grandmother.

Rhiannon Eloise Ward was born nine months later, as happy and as healthy as could be. Named for the song playing at the bar when Teddy first said hello to Nina, Teddy didn't know if he could be happier. The two were married in a courthouse wedding soon after.

The cancer diagnosis was sudden -- doctors promising Nina and Teddy that Nina could fight it. And while Teddy held onto some amount of hope, it wasn't enough. Nina died while holding Teddy's hand in the hospital. She was twenty-six years old.

He tried to protect their daughter from it, as she was only three years old at the time, but he knew Rhiannon was smart. He could only do so much. He spiraled in private, but pretended everything would be okay in front of her.

While he had sold a couple short stories and essays to online magazines, Teddy's dream is to write a novel. However, he hasn't found it within himself since Nina's passing. Instead, his sole focus has been working to make sure that Rhiannon gets everything they wanted for her.

With minimal financial support from his parents, Teddy lives with his daughter on Aurora Bay Drive and has for the past three years. For the first year following Nina's death, Teddy and Rhiannon lived in his childhood home.

He does finally feel himself wading out of his grief, but he misses Nina dearly. Every time he sees a star shining brighter than the others -- he believes she's watching over them.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Teddy has gone on a couple dates since Nina's passing, but none have really panned out. He knows Nina would want him to move on -- to be happy and while he wants that for himself, he just hasn't met the right person.

Dresses like the stereotypical light academia dudes that you see on Pinterest. Trousers, loafer shoes, solid-cotton t-shirts or button ups, all accompanied by his glasses occasionally.

While he hasn't written anything concrete, it hasn't been without effort. He often ends up staring at his computer screen for thirty minute increments before angrily slamming it shut.

Rhiannon is now seven, and the light of Teddy's life. He would do anything for her, no matter the risk that it would put him in.

MORE TO COME.

#teddy // about #aurorabay.intro

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sebcastillo · 5 months

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⸻⸻ ✦ OSCAR ISAAC, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ SEBASTIAN “SEBA” CASTILLO the FORTY year old has been in the QZ for FIVE YEARS. The DOCTOR is/are said to be WELL-MANNERED and BURDENED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. ( mel / 23 / est / they/them )

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: child neglect, death, murder, parental death, medical procedures

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Sebastian Leonardo Castillo Nicknames/Alias: Seba (most common), Seb

Faceclaim: Oscar Isaac

Age: Forty Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Queer/unlabled Date/Place of Birth: July 6th / Miami, FL Currently: Dallas QZ

Positive Traits: Well-mannered, gentle, compassionate Negative Traits: Burdened, cynical, gullible Astrological Sign: Cancer Archetype: The Quiet Intellectual

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

There is always a sense of paternal nature that comes with being the eldest son, the expectation to care -- no matter what befalls. It can certainly be said when one things of Sebastian Leonardo Castillo, born to Marjorie and Mateo Castillo in an overflowing Miami hospital. While the words were never distinctly uttered, they showed as the Castillo family expanded in his early years. What started as a family of three became four, then five, then six. His parents soon found themselves being stretched thinner and thinner, bills piling up on the kitchen table until they were swimming in them.

From the very moment Sebastian held his drivers license between his fingers, he became the present parent. A typical teenage social life was soon consumed by a part time job, and education soon no longer became a vessel to improve his own future, but his siblings in turn.

Not a child, but a parental figure.

At the age of twenty, Sebastian was on track to attend medical school -- the top of his class. Escape from his home came in the form of a full-ride to Harvard, where he soon found himself loosing touch with his three siblings one by one.

And then, the outbreak came. What was once a false utopia he had found had shattered to pieces, replaced by a dystopian hellscape. While he knew some of the basic skills to keep himself afloat, the privilege he had been given stripped the rest from him. He knew one thing for certain, however -- he had to find his family. Even from thousands of miles away.

He stumbled across a recruiter soon after -- looking for those seeking shelter somewhere on the outskirts of Chicago. While he never had intended to end up there, anywhere for that matter -- it seemed like that was the safest thing to do, to go where the road takes you. He spent the next few years in safety there, assisting medically however he could. Alongside his mentor, another doctor, he found a way to adapt and help in this strange new world.

That is -- until a raid five years back took his home from him, as well as his mentor, who he will never forget cry out for him to take him, before the virus takes me. Then the gunshot. And then -- nothing.

In Dallas, family came in the form of his little sister, the second eldest in their brood. She had lived safely there since the outbreak, where he would then learn the fate of his family. His parents, in the one selfless act they had ever done, sacrificed themselves so their other children could run. His sister had watched as her mother was bitten, and their father couldn't bare to leave her, the one sign of devotion she had ever seen that hadn't been to his job. She had been searching for the other two siblings, but as the days pass -- she becomes less optimistic.

He has since become a respected doctor in the Dallas quarantine zone, even if his mild-mannered nature seems far too demure for some. When it all comes down to it, he will do anything to protect the people he loves, as well as the people in his care.

Call that a parental nature.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

One thing that has never died since the outbreak is Seba's love for retaining knowledge. He reads absolutely anything he can get his hands on.

Very soft spoken and reserved when he's not with a patient. However, he appears to be much more analytical and direct when he is. He feels confident in very few things -- but his knowledge of this new world medicine is one of them.

One thing he both prides himself on a despises himself before at the same time, is the humanity that he still clings to. That he has a certain amount of faith in the world and the people around him. And yet, this leaves him the potential to be sucked in by the wrong people.

Spends a decent amount of time at the bar, but not always to drink. Mainly because his solitude as a soft-spoken academic can occasionally get lonely and he finds comfort in the company.

MORE TO COME.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Best Friends - these people are the pieces of him Sebastian never knew he was missing. Without these two, he doesn't know how he would stay standing. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Friends - Seba cares deeply for these people, and they always have a home with him. No matter what. ( 1/any ): Emmeline Hall, Orla Martin, OPEN

Drinking Buddies - Sometime's he'll drink, sometimes he won't. However, Seba has been known to stop by the bar to spend time with these select people - even if it's just to chat or listen ( 1/3 ): Orla Martin, OPEN

Exes - Seba doesn't open himself up to many people, simply because he's a bit on the shyer side and wonders if it's even worth it. However, these two people managed to capture his heart. Even if it didn't work out, no matter how they feel about each other now, Seba holds a special place in his heart for them. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Crush - If there's one thing about Seba, he's always going to have stars in his eyes. Even if there's the slightest chance it will cause him pain. ( 1/1 ): Axel Ulrich

Like Children - If there's anything many of the people I write with know about me - I'm gonna write a protective dad character. Seba is 110% on the lengthy list. He has a tendency to take people under his wing, no matter if they like it or not. Doesn't hurt to have a doctor on your side, now does it? ( 1/any ): Dylan Monroe, OPEN

I am more than happy for this list to keep growing, but these are the ideas that did come to mind!

#seba // about #dallasintro #// my man x

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in-auctorem-credimus-if · 1 year

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The Characters of Escheria

Hello, biblio-anthropologists!

Recently I've been renaming some of the characters in Escheria (the first story world you visit) to better fit the naming system, and I realized that I haven't written introductions yet for the characters that you'll meet later in DDWCaPH! So here you go!

Below are some old concept art for Huckle and Berry, although they need a bit of a redesign after all the new developments.

If you missed the previous worldbuilding posts and need some more context, check out these other posts:

Escherian Clock/Calendar

Heartbinding

The Herstory of Escheria

Stars and Constellations in Escheria

I'll post more worldbuilding details about the naming system in the next one!

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HORTUS A. MIMIDAE

Hortus Aureum Mimidae, more commonly known by his alias "Uncle Huckle", is the camp founder of D' Warblings Camp, a refugee camp for dwarves and halflings caught in the ongoing civil war. He established the camp together with the other members of his 'vaudevillian' group, The Nightingales.

A devout Avian despite being a dwarf, Uncle has managed to call for a truce between the two people with his efforts. He has been trying to work out a peace treaty ever since the war drove his halfling wife Berry away, a monumental task given that one of the FIVE GOLDEN RINGS is still missing.

Uncle is a jolly, exuberant, and generous type of person who loves fireworks, hosting social gatherings, and telling stories, both true and exaggerated. While very much a party bird, Uncle can count on his fingers the number of times he has been drunk, partly from the vow he has made after marrying Berry. He usually takes pranks and jokes in good stride, but he can also be stubborn and quick to anger if you threaten him and his flock.

Besides being one of the camp's leaders and an ambassador for the halflings, Uncle works as the innkeeper of the Huckle-Berry Inn & Tavern, as well as an amateur ornithologist—which he takes great pride in. As a former member of The Nightingales, Uncle is also a professional at playing the kazoo, which he uses to call on his trusty griffin companion, Dore.

Uncle's signature weapon is a convertible three-sectional-staff made from fortified bamboo, and a repurposed hunting rifle from his griffin hunting days, customized to look like a bamboozle (a bamboo toy gun). Although an experienced fighter, his old age is catching up to him more than he'd like to admit.

CYANEA MIMIDAE-AUREUM-CORVIDAE

Cyanea, more popularly known by her stage name-turned-nickname Blueberry Rhymebelly, was a former Nightingales halfling vocalist and chorister, before she married Huckle and co-founded D' Warblings Camp.

Huckle and Blueberry initially didn't have an interest with each other, until their bandmates decided to set them up together on a blind date. After years of being courted and serenaded, Berry's parents eventually let Huckle marry her via the Ardan marriage tradition of heartbinding, with the condition that they set the marital vows.

Berry later gave birth to their daughter Cordelia, but rising tensions from the war ultimately led her to leaving the camp and her family. Since Avians are polygamous, she has since then married and started a new flock with her old friend Vireo, with permission from Huckle. Of course, Huckle will always be her first love, and she regularly keeps in touch with him and Cordelia through Huckle's messenger birds.

True to her sweet and caring nature, Berry is proficient at nature and healing magic, which she harnesses through her singing talents. While she can use her gifts for combat, she usually prefers casting illusions and "silence" spells, which renders others who rely on Avian magic powerless. It's sometimes useful for winning arguments against Huckle too.

CORDIFOLIA JAY MIMIDAE

Cordifolia, or Cordelia as she is known around the camp, is the half-dwarf, half-halfling daughter of Blueberry and Huckle. While Cordelia has her mother's warm, understanding, and caring nature, she also has her father's fierce protectiveness and unyielding determination. Although she might appear shy compared to her more outgoing parents, she loves getting to know people and learning what brought them to the camp.

Delia works as a cook and tea brewer at the HuckleBerry Inn & Tavern. While she enjoys the peace and frequent gatherings, she feels uneasy and longs to leave the camp, something her father is adamantly against. She wants to venture out into the world to help other people with her abilities, partly because of the call to adventure, and partly to stop the rising tensions that drove her mother to live away from the camp—a sentiment Wayne can relate to with his own father.

She is an apprentice at nature and healing magic, a talent she inherited from her mother. She's not gifted at singing like her mother is, so she uses her ocarina instead to harness the healing and protective properties of Avia's winds. Although she views violence as a last resort, she is still very much capable of defending herself, having learned various fighting techniques from her Papa.

She also has a rainbow cockatoo griffin companion named Odora, which she unknowingly tamed as a toddler after her father caught one from the wild. Dore grew to be protective of Delia, often taking her and her father together to fly and do tricks around the camp, sometimes recklessly as Dore has come to expect Delia's healing aid. Since then, Dore has become an invaluable asset for her father's diplomatic efforts, as the griffins' hybrid nature symbolize unity between Avia and Arda.

POLYANTHA STURNIDAE

Polyantha is a halfling Avian priestess, and was one of the original members of the music band "Polly and the Seven Dwarves". After she was appointed Broodmother due to her accomplishments and generosity as a priestess, she left the band, which eventually reformed into The Nightingales we know today.

Although Polly is adored by many citizens (giving her the nickname Aunt Pollyana), her term as Broodmother was ultimately cut short after a measly one and a half cycle (the shortest on record), when she openly declared her disinterest in marriage and bearing children—a decision which made her unfit to bear the title of Broodmother.

She moved in to D' Warblings Camp after it was established to become its head priestess, and to support the ambitions of her old friend and bandmate Huckle (who she affectionately calls "Dumpling"). While still not at all interested in marriage, she has adopted twin goblin children orphaned at the camp, named Powellichthys and Tautoga, better known as their nicknames, Po and Tato.

Despite being overthrown, Polly is on friendly terms with Purpurea Strigidae-Tytonidae-Monarchidae-Paradisaeidae, the current broodmother of Cellador. And with her age and experience, she has become one of Broodmother Rhea's most trusted advisors.

After Huckle finds a child named Wayne bearing the missing golden ring, Polly and Rhea must guard Wayne and his friends from the cult who calls themselves The Catalysts—who aim to bring about the Third Intervention—and the villains invading from a plot hole that suddenly manifested in Escheria.

PISTACIA SATIVA

The feisty dwarven innkeeper of The Galloping Griff-Inn, located in Cellador. Pistacia's inn is where most of The Nightingales would stay and perform before they grew to popularity, which would eventually become the inspiration for Uncle building The Huckle-Berry Inn on a treehouse.

Although heavily pregnant, Tasha decides to escort Huckle and Wayne's company through the treacherous Gub'bat Forest in order to make an emergency meeting with the dwarven president of Mt. Bundoc, Oleifera Fargesia.

After the premature worldquake, she returns to Cellador and decides to temporarily convert the inn to an infirmary with the help of Aunt Polly and the other Avian priestesses.

TOMENTOSUS EBENEZER POLYPORALES

Tomentosus, or Uncle Tom to his colleagues, was an old friend of Huckle during his griffin hunting days, and the husband of MetroKnome's District 13 Governor, Chlora Polyporales.

One of the few male gnomes in an otherwise female-dominated field, Tom is a gnome tinkerer specializing in Ardan magic. His innovations has revolutionized steam technology, with the development of a renewable power source through the use of solar-powered runes. Solar energy allows runic magic to be portable and rechargeable for later use, unlike Avian and Aguan magic which needs to be harnessed continuously through music or movement. This discovery led to Tom popularizing the "rock" music genre and pioneering a new popular sport among Ardans and Avians: ornithopter racing.

After the premature worldquake, Tom led an expedition on his airship The Dymaxion, to map out the new landscape and search for new habitable areas. The ship was eventually led off course to a world of chocolate and candy, after a discombobulated Santa Claus crashes with the ship.

With the help of the missing children Huckle and Polly were escorting, Tom and Santa's reindeers fly the airship to evacuate WanderLand's citizens, from an oncoming tsunami caused by the worldquake. Unfortunately, the ship comes across another plot hole causing a literal food storm, but the kids narrowly escaped through one of Tom's prototypes, a solar-powered vessel built from the remains of a wrecked school bus.

#in auctorem credimus #ddwcaph #volume 2 #escheria #fantasy #fantasy world #worldbuilding #character backstories #concept art

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Yeong's Thoughts on Toshima Division

Kaori Narizuka

"'Black Orchid', herself! I've heard some of her songs played on the radio, but I tell you, I can't put into words what hearing her in person is like! I had a chance to go to one of her concerts, and let me tell you, its not often that I shed tears in public, but... I don't know, something about her music just... opened something up inside of me. It's a mystery. Maybe she's just that good of singer and player...

"For some reason, Saji claims that she resembles someone important to her. He didn't really expound on it further, but he probably saw something in this woman that he saw in an old flame of his. I feel for him..."

Mei Yu

"You know the old saying, 'Hell hath no fury...'? ...Yeah, that's pretty much the main thing that comes to my mind when I see this woman. She's... fierce doesn't do her any justice, cause let me tell you, I've met some scary women in my 25 years on Earth, but I think this may be the first woman I've seen that actually gives me shivers! And I'm not ashamed to say that!

"Apparently, she and Vito have some history with each other. When I asked what happened between the two of them, he didn't say much beside the fact that she 'betrayed him'. I don't know exactly what he means, but... I wonder if she has something to do with the reason why he looks the way he does? If so, I think I can understand why he's so angry."

Lillian Rees

Yeong's expression, for once, becomes serious as he stares at the photo of the computer specialist working for the Japanese government. "LeAnn... no, I suppose I should be calling you by your new name now, huh? Lillian Rees." Yeong closes his eyes and gives a small chuckle. "I remember that that was the alias you came up with during one of our operations. I wonder if it was you who came up with it, or did Chuohku? And if they did, it begs the question how they found out? Did you tell them? Or is it that they've had eyes on us from the very beginning we entered this country?"

Yeong sighs. "You should know Le... I mean, Lillian. The higher-ups... they gave me a 'Remove or Rescue' order for you. Either I find out what you're up to and aid or rescue you if necessary, or... to protect national security and the well-being of our state, I... eliminate you. I really would prefer not to do the latter. I'm hoping that this was just a surveillance mission that, unfortunately, went awry and you haven't actually defected. I... really hope that's the case..."

Inner Circle

"So... it seems people from each one of our pasts are coming back to haunt us." Yeong sighs. "The past just can't seem to stay dead, can it? No matter how hard we try to forget it, there always seems to be some way that it keeps coming back." He sighs once more. "Well... nothing we can do about it, I guess. The only thing we can do is keep moving forward until the past remains a distant memory.

He looks at Lillian's photo once more, before he picks up another photo that shows the two of them from years ago as friends. He closes his eyes, and opens them, filled with resolution. "I'll get you out of there, LeAnn. I promise. ...Besides, you still owe me a date, remember?" He smiles and places the photo in his back pocket as he walks off.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #meguro division #dog street club #yeong hajoon #toshima division #inner circle #kaori narizuka #mei yu #lillian rees

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DOSSIER; FELICIA HARDY

Is that VALENTINA ZENERE I just saw? Never mind it’s just FELICIA HARDY also known as BLACK CAT. SHE is 22 and a ANTI-HERO with a SECRET identity. SHE is currently working as a/an SOCIALITE. (Rosalie, 18+, she/her, gmt)

TW: sexual assault/rape

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Felicia Sara Hardy

Nicknames: Party Hardy, Leesh, Fee-fee, Cat, Kitty.

Meaning of name: Happy

Birth date: 21st July, 2001

Age: 22

Zodiac: Leo

Superpower: cat physiology; enhanced speed, strength, agility, stamina and senses.

Alias: Black Cat

Nationality / Species: American / human mutate

Languages Spoken: English, French, Spanish. Has some knowledge of Mandarin.

Orientation: bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

Personality

Good personality traits: playful, fun-loving, adventurous, charismatic

Bad personality traits: deceptive, manipulative, vengeful, jaded

Personality Type: ESTP

Archetype: The Entrepreneur

Goals/desires: to find ways for more thrills, satisfy her urge to steal back from the world, to make peace with her past.

Fears: to become emotionally attached to someone again, sexual assault.

What would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: Being forced into something against her will where she is powerless to stop it.

Character’s soft spot: romantics, cats.

Hobbies: shopping, partying, gymnastics, visiting cat shelters, travelling.

Habits: Has a tendency to manicure her nails quite often.

Past

Hometown: Queens, New York, USA

Childhood: Felicia Hardy had a great childhood. Her father, Walter, was the best dad anyone could ask for and she was a true daddy’s girl. Her mother, Lydia, was more distant, being a socialite herself and seemed to be the main breadwinner of the family. Felicia however was equally supported by both parents.

Dream job: she is already living her dream job!

Education: private all-girl school education; attended Empire State University but dropped out in freshman year due to her assault.

Family

Partner: n/a

Children: n/a

Mother: Lydia Anastasia Hardy

Relationship: Felicia and Lydia had a pretty average relationship that turned tense when she turned 13 and her father was arrested and exposed as a jewel thief. The two would often bicker but they did come back together when she broke her father out of prison to have one last night with his family before passing away. It bonded the two though they still often clash over certain things. Her mother, even to this day, always told her there is nothing worse than being ordinary and if she was going to do something, she better be the best at it.

Father: Walter Hardy

Relationship: If you look up the definition of a daddy’s girl, Felicia would be right there. she idolised her father and everything he was. The “travelling salesman” encouraged her to be anything she wanted and to do whatever she wanted. Once he was exposed as a thief and imprisoned, Felicia was heartbroken. When her original plans fell through after college, Felicia but her new found training into breaking her father out of prison to spend his final days with his family before passing.

Father-figure: Black Fox

Relationship: Only known as the Black Fox, he was in and out of Felicia’s life and she only knew him as the colleague to her father. However, once she found out what her father did, she also knew the Black Fox was his mentor and sought him out years later to train her to do the same thing. The have a distant relationship but a positive one, both of them understanding their trade keeps them apart. However, whenever the other is in town, they have a great time.

Short Bio

Felicia Sara Hardy was born to wealthy old money socialite Lydia Hardy and Walter Hardy. dubbed as a “travelling salesman”, they were like every other affluent family on the upper east side until she turned thirteen and her father was discovered to be a world-renowned thief and con-artist. Attending Empire State University after graduating, Felicia had the world in the palm of her hand as a privileged woman. That was until she was raped by her boyfriend at the time Ryan. Humiliated and angry, Felicia began to train herself to kill the person who hurt her. However, luck would not be on her side again as Ryan died in a drunk driving accident. That night, she stole her first diamond. She made her own Black Cat costume and broke her father out of prison after his appeal to be at home while he was dying was rejected. Walter passed soon after. Seeking direction, Felicia sought out and was trained by the Black Fox, aiming to be like her father if not better. Seeing other supers, Felicia wanted to literally steal powers and struck a bargain with Kingpin, who put her through a series of experiments that altered her DNA and gave her the powers she has today. Having a much more upgraded costume with her new funds, Felicia by day is a socialite who parties and shows up to almost every event and the Black Cat was thorn to heroes and villains, cracking the most guarded safes in the world.

Headcanons

inspo: This version Felicia Sara Hardy is inspired by the comics, the 90′s show and Insomniac’s Spider-man.

Felicia can sometimes have panic attacks due to her experience with SA in university. She has never told anyone about this and didn’t report it.

#intro

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( JAMIE LEE CURTIS, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that JUDITH MILLER is a sixty-three year old “RETIRED” ACTRESS that’s been in Chicago for TWENTY YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL THREE with the power of ILLUSION MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re GREGARIOUS and HEDONISTIC. If you ask me, they remind me of watching old vhs tapes on loop, a new ninety-day chip, a name removed from a legacy. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: judith miller (i forgot the middle-name i gave her so this will be updated...)

date of birth: november 22, 1958

zodiac big three: sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, libra rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

ethnicity: white, half- ashkenazi jewish

nationality: american

languages spoken: english

enneagram: 7w8

mbti: esfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

alignment: true neutral

ability: illusion manipulation

affiliation: n/a

alias: n/a

BACKSTORY:

triggers: verbal abuse, drug addiction/alcoholism, neglect

judith’s family was cursed from the start. when your depressed mother and father marry out of obligation? hm...

her father was constantly compared to her mother’s brother -- a man who had been worth his salt. a man who had died fighting in wwii. and these constant comparisons, constant critiques while he tried to write the next great american novel (and failed desperately), caused him to join the vietnam war... just to get dishonorably discharged.

through it all, judith was reminded of why they were like this in the first place: because she existed. she had to be worth it. she would have to do something great, or what was it all for? this cursed life that her parents had subjected themselves to...

this was drilled perfectly into her. throughout her teen years, she tried to get roles over and over, landing a few commercials... until she finally got her big break in a 1970s horror flick.

but, as she was just beginning to take off (still criticized by her mother, however -- it wasn’t high art, now was it?), she found a hookup had led to a positive pregnancy test. she and her agent strategized on what the best move was... thus, judith fell out of the limelight for eight months and gave birth to a premature child. but she couldn’t take care of them... their father, who had adamantly wished for this birth, was given full custody. and judith wrote every now and again.

it must have been late onset, her ability. it wasn’t until after she gave birth to her first child that something caused magazines and papers to begin prints about her non-existent upcoming movie. rumors, right? -- no, it was genuine belief. without saying a word, she had managed to make the public think she was active during her disappearing act.

this made her first interview in nine months a bit awkward, pretending she had met the interviewer before and saying that this non-existent film had simply gotten scrapped... but, whatever this was, it worked to her advantage.

think of it like the mandela effect! only judith knows what actually happened.

soon after, she fell into the hollywood lifestyle. sex, drugs, rock ’n’ roll, alcohol... trying to ignore these abnormalities that were appearing in her day-to-day life.

however, she learned how to utilize the visual aspect to her advantage. a few horror flicks later, she used this to make it appear as though she had won oscars when her mother next visited. in reality? you couldn’t pick them up. you couldn’t watch the oscars and see her accept the speech. but were they there? oh, it sure seemed that way... not that it impressed her much.

when she fell pregnant again, she considered making use of this abnormality thing again... but what if she could be better to her child than her mother had been to her? a challenge, one she accepted. after some grueling weeks, she completely detoxed and carried the baby to term. a beautiful baby girl.

for the first five years of her daughter’s life, she was perfectly present. she was clean, she was there... but she finally understood that there was an inexplicable disconnect. it could no longer just be postpartum depression.

she fell back into her old ways, though she would enter spells of sobriety to try to connect with her daughter again. never would she tell the little girl that she had to make something of herself, lest she become like judith, but the curse was placed on her the second she was born. had there ever been a happy miller woman?

in her late thirties, she was cast in a show similar to full house, changing her image to horror icon and family friendly. however, at forty, she appeared drunk on set... which wasn’t the problem. the problem was that it had caused her to lose her inhibitions enough to slip up and reveal that she was a mutant. she turned into something... impossible. two-dimensional and a biological abnormality, something that should not be able to live -- and she didn’t even notice until the screams and pictures!

it was this that caused her to become blacklisted from hollywood. her movies were largely pulled from the shelves, her shows scrubbed her face out. she was just a ghost.

nonetheless, she still legally had royalties to live off of, not to mention the savings. and it all hit the ‘i can survive’ when her mother died and she received her inheritance. she offered a eulogy -- an awful one, one that was more like a stand-up comedy routine than heartfelt -- then fucking folded.

she moved around small towns, places with folks who didn’t know her name. but, three years later, she found herself in chicago with an idea from her ex-agent as mutants were beginning to become a bit more normalized: meet a memoirist, clear her name.

she moved to chicago to do just that and wound up staying, living off split royalties from said memoir.

notice that i never mentioned her children again !

TIMELINE:

BORN -- san diego, ca. her parents’ honeymoon phase turned into an unhappy marriage the second judith was born.

GENERAL CHILDHOOD -- her father would lock himself in his study to ‘work.’ her mother would emphasize that she needs to be worth it all. her father enlisted in the vietnam war after one too many comparisons to her mother’s brother who fought and died for their country in wwii. alas, he was dishonorably discharged. he further spiraled. things just generally got worse.

GENERAL TEENAGE YEARS -- she began taking her mother’s words to heart. from commercials to bit roles to big roles, she auditioned for everything she could. she landed multiple commercial roles.

AGE 23 -- she lands her breakout role in a horror flick. praised for her performance, she goes on to make two other horror movies within the next two years.

AGE 25 -- she learns she’s pregnant after a brief hookup. the father is, unfortunately, brought in on this. she and her agent strategize the best means, and the father is adamant about her keeping the baby. so she falls off the grid for nine months. as she’s at the beginning of her career, she gives the child to the father to take care of. she writes to them. during this time, newspapers and magazines have been raving about her upcoming movie... which doesn’t exist. she believed they were simply spreading rumors at first, but... no, they really thought she was doing something. interviews proved difficult as she had to pretend she knew the interviewer and claimed the movie had been scrapped.

GENERAL YOUNG ADULTHOOD -- things keep changing in her day-to-day life, however minuscule, and she turns to all the great hollywood vices to cope. she gets more jobs, primarily in horror films, and continues this lifestyle. she learns how to manipulate visuals. she uses this to her advantage when her mother pays her visits and the rooms suddenly look like there are far more awards than there really are. but it’s all just an illusion... and it doesn’t matter, anyhow. it isn’t high art.

AGE 30 -- she finds out that she is, once again, pregnant from a one-night-stand. this time, she’s determined to prove that she can break the cycle of miserable miller mothers. she sobers up. she’s well and present for the first five years of her daughter’s life, but feels a horrible disconnect. will this be how all miller women are?

GENERAL MID-THIRTIES -- cycles through hollywood parties and sobriety, trying to see if she can become closer to her daughter. she loves her... but she just... isn’t connected. which makes her spiral again. so on and so forth.

AGE 40 -- she is, ironically, cast in a family sitcom. she’s gotta show she has the range! however, she completely ruins her own life by showing up drunk one day... not because she’s drunk, but because her inhibitions were down and she became a walking illusion. she is all but blacklisted. her movies are taken off shelves. she’s scrubbed from shows. her mother dies. she gives a stand-up comedy eulogy, then takes her leave from hollywood.

AGES 40 - 42 -- if hollywood doesn’t want her, she doesn’t want them. she wanders around to towns where no one would know her name until she got a call from her ex-agent with a very agent idea: a memoirist in chicago can clear her name as mutants are slowly becoming more accepted.

AGE 43 -- she moves to chicago and works with the memoirist over a period of a few years, waiting for the right moment to release the book. she reconnects with her daughter who, in her blind ire, she had left with the nannies... who had always been more of a mother to the girl than judith.

AGE 63 -- she’s living off royalties from her movies, shows, book, and the inheritance from her mother. she has cut off all other ties to hollywood, ashamed of who she was then. yet, living a normal life is still out of the question.

HEADCANONS:

her daughter’s godfather is danny devito.

she remains in contact with her memoirist, taking them as the first person who saw all sides of her and stayed.

her career is basically a mix of horror flicks and full house -esque shows... versatile!

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

her daughter ! the only reason her gender was specified was because of the whole ‘exploring the faults of a mother/daughter relationship built on trauma’ which is... a long way to say whatever i’m thinking of but i’m so tired i can’t think of the phrase! anyway, a lot about her is in the intro. her fc would have to be at least 1/4 ashkenazi jewish, age range 30-35 (judith’s timeline marks her as 33, but that’s loose!)

her eldest child ! the one she largely abandoned and only kept in contact with via letters. probably very cold on their side. age range 37-42 (again with the loose timeline thing), at least 1/4 ashkenazi jewish.

her memoirist ! honestly? think of a less toxic bojack/diane.

fans ! i mean... ya.

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@forwardintros

#ALL THREE DOWN.#sry if this is scatter-brained adapting a pre-existing character who's usually human to be a mutant got confusing hFOUDASIL #but i wanted to blacklist her for this! even tho i luv her!

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