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vendetta-if · 2 years

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Vendetta

SYNOPSIS

Ten years ago, your father was assassinated. They said it was a successful hit-job done by a rival gang or another criminal family and closed the case. But you know better… You were there during the attack after all, even though not exactly in his last moments. You know it’s not that simple.

He deserves better. He was a vigilante, helping the citizens of Elysium City equally when its own superheroes were too busy maintaining their public image and reputation to even bother helping the ‘little folks’. But when they found out about his true identity as the heir of the infamous Morozov Criminal Family posthumously, they quickly closed the investigation as soon as they arrested the one surviving attacker out of the many that participated in that bloody night and considered that justice. There was no more fame or reputation to be gained for finding true justice for a long-retired vigilante who turned out to be a criminal as well, so why spend the energy and manpower? But you won’t accept it. You will seize the truth on your own and spit it on their faces. At least, that’s what you always tell yourself…

For a decade you have been trapped and tortured in a perpetual hell of your own making, reliving that bloody night every year and furious at yourself for not being a step closer to finding out the truth. Every year, you promise your father that you will bring him the justice that he deserved. And you mean it. You won’t rest until you find the one who killed him. Even if you have to tear apart this rotten city from the inside out, you will stop at nothing to have your vengeance.

This is your tale, Revenger, and you will decide how you will seize your well-deserved vengeance. Will you finally break the vicious cycle and rise above it all? Or will you become another part in the long blood-soaked cycles of vendetta?

THE PLOT

The world of ‘Vendetta’ is very similar to our own, except that around 35% of the population worldwide are born with abilities and powers. The setting of the story is a fictional metropolis city called Elysium City (located on the West Coast US), where almost half of its population are powered people. Its lenient laws on the usage of powers help make the superhero business and scene in the city boom almost exponentially.

You will play as the child of an ex-vigilante (who was also the heir of a criminal family) and a famous and legendary superheroine. You are lucky enough to be born with two abilities: Gravikinesis (gravitational field manipulation) and Umbrakinesis (shadow manipulation).

You should have been living peacefully by now, if only your father wasn’t murdered a decade ago. Most of those years you spent living with your uncle as he tried his best in raising you and your childhood best friend, who was also orphaned not long after your father died.

Now, ten years later, you are not closer to finding out the truth about who killed your father. That is until a recent series of high-profile murders of the city’s well-known superheroes start popping up. And the next target on the list? Your mother. Now, she comes begging for your help, assuring you that the group that has been killing off the heroes is somehow connected to the group that carried out the hit against your father.

She might be lying… or she might be telling the truth. No matter what, you’ll take any path that will lead you closer to finding your father’s killer. A step closer to justice for your father. A step closer to your vengeance…

FEATURES

Play as a man, woman, or non-binary.

Customize your MC’s physical appearance.

Make choices that will affect your personalities and the people around you.

Play around with the laws of physics with your gravitational field manipulation power (gravikinesis) or bend the shadows to your will with umbrakinesis or do both, who’s gonna stop you?

Will you rely more on your physical prowess, your silver tongue, or maybe your sharp mind instead, to get you out of trouble?

Choose the codename that the public will know you by.

Maintain your public reputation and affect their perception of you: Will you be admired and famous or will you choose to be more low-profile instead? Or maybe, you like to be feared more than loved instead…

Investigate and find out who killed your father and finally find peace for your father… and yourself.

Investigate about the mysterious group who has been targeting the city’s famous and well-known superheroes and their connection to your father’s murder.

Find love, befriend, or make enemies with 4 gender-selectable characters.

Will you follow your uncle’s guidance and become the new head of the Morozov Criminal Family, or will you follow in your father’s footsteps and become the vigilante that the city needs, or maybe you have decided to pursue the fame and glamorous life of being a superhero with the help from your mother instead?

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smallgodseries · 7 months

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[image description: Against the Klieg lights of a dark city, the glowing bright eyes of this sneering night stalker are in direct contrast to his extravagantly silly, er… ‘eccentric’ rubber (or is it leatherette?) headgear. Text reads, “64, The Scowl ~ The Small God: Vigilante Headgear”]

It’s raining in Dark City.

It’s always raining in Dark City. Urban legend says the clouds cleared once and the sun broke through, on a Thursday afternoon in the middle of July. Men vomited, women wept, non-binary people fled shrieking from the light, and a surprising (not surprising) percentage of the city’s population was revealed to be vampires looking for a safe refuge.

The streets are silver in the moonlight, barely brightened by the glow of street lamps that haven’t been cleaned since the industrial revolution. People hurry, their coat collars popped high, their hats drawn low, their hands oddly empty of umbrellas. There’s no point in Dark City. Umbrella or no, you always wind up getting wet.

The sound of screams splits the night, shrill and insistent, and what seemed to be a gargoyle on a nearby rooftop straightens and springs into action, revealing itself to be a lithe, long-limbed man who is inexplicably wearing skin tight gray spandex while he does his evening parkour. No one who sees him bats an eye. He is justice. He is the law.

He is a private citizen with no legal authority or training in conflict de-escalation. Dark City has never had a police shooting. The police are too busy helping the criminals—many of whom had to be bussed in from other communities; the people of Dark City are smart enough to choose safer professions, like lion-taming or shark-fluffing—through their recovery and rehab.

Somehow, they never seem to catch The Scowl. Even though he seems like he’d be fairly easy to find, they’re all too scared to put the hours in. Last year he paralyzed a man for tax evasion, and broke another’s legs because he’d been seen jaywalking.

The people of Dark City are afraid. But when asked why they don’t leave, they shrug and ask, “Have you seen his hat? Cool hat like that, he must be a good guy.

“He must be on our side.”

He’s not.

#small gods #smallgodseries #seanan mcguire #lee moyer #icons & stories

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shuriken-n · 6 months

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Hi,

A friend and I are writing a story about a non-binary vigilante in a hell-scape city.

We would need a name for them,

Thanks

Allow me to summon mercy @xenasaur

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unhealthycopingmech · 9 months

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Mornin’ Sunshine

You find Jake Lockley half-asleep on your couch as you get ready for work.

Soft!Jake Lockley x reader blurb

a/n: it’s just fluff yall! No warnings needed. Reader is non-binary but can be read gender-neutral. No y/n

“Ay, good morning papi,” you walk into the living room and kiss Jake on the lips from behind the couch. “Have you been up long?” You were in your apartment, it was small but not cramped- you made sure of it using feng shui techniques you learned over the years.

Six months in your relationship you felt that it was important that the boys got your apartment key since you learned of Jake’s less dangerous job of being a taxi cab driver. ‘Long hours and all that’ you told them. “Mhm, Buenos Días, mi amor.” Jake hums back as you turn the corner of the couch, onward to the kitchen. “And no, I just got back an hour ago.” Jake stayed on your couch. The space made it easy to have a conversation in your open concept apartment. You nod, “you should have woken me up then, baby. I could have made you breakfast and sat with you.” Sure you might have, once or twice, joined in on the nighttime vigilantism but it doesn’t pay the bills. “No,” Jake’s voice was gruff and you could hear how exhausted he was. “You need your sleep.”

You stop scraping butter onto your toast and come back to the living room. Jake faced you the entire time as you got close; close enough to put his head in your hands. Pecking his forehead, Jake leans into your touch. “Jake” you say softly, barely a whisper. He looks up with those beautiful, tired eyes. How can such a man look so majestic in the morning hue. “You are worth loosing sleep over. I would stay awake until the end of time, just to be with you, Lockley.” Jake kisses your left hand cupping his cheek. One hand moves to the cushion next to him, the other moving to his neck, then kissing him deeply. He can smell your freshly washed hair and perfume you swear reminds you of them. “Aye aye preciose.” Jake mutters against your lips when you finally let go. You chuckle and wink, going back to the kitchen. This time Jake follows you.

Going back to spreading butter on your last piece of toast, Jake wraps his arms around your waist and starts swaying. With toast in hand, you lean your head back onto his shoulder, swaying along with him.

“I gatta get to work” you groan, imagining all the steps you have to take to get to the office. It was a Monday and got to work from home after two on Mondays but it was still such a hassle.

Jake only hums in response. You don’t stop swaying until an alarm on your phone goes off telling you to leave now or be late. Sighing you leave Jake’s embrace. You grab your things before the two of you go to the door. “Love you Jake.” You smile softly, making sure to lock the door on the handle before walking out.

“Love you too, mi vida.” Jake stands a couple feet from the door, engulfed by the last minutes of sunrise.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockley fluff #jake lockley x gn!reader #it’s giving ✨fine I’ll do it myself✨#non-binary reader bc I need it to be known why I read gn! reader 👹#Jake Lockley #soft! Jake Lockley

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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You Belong with Me: Part 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Christopher Smith can have some pretty dumb ideas sometimes regarding dating and romance. For his latest ploy in getting your attention, he drags Adrian Chase into playing the ultimate wingman. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader with non-binary pronouns. An alternate take on the Fake Dating trope. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense. I spent all day yesterday in bed and the brain fog is still pretty bad today while editing. This will be a two or three parter, kind of a slow burn.

CW: Light teasing and smut; dry humping, kissing and masturbation.

Word Count: 2,363

When Peacemaker explained his plan to finally get the woman he liked to notice him, Adrian Chase was very doubtful about it.

“Dude, I’m telling you, it’s a foolproof plan!” Chris insisted.

Adrian still wasn’t so sure. He stared at his best friend with an expression of confusion mixed with doubt.

“Run this by me one more time,” he finally. “How is me asking Y/N out, which is who you like, by the way, supposed to get them to like you and go out with you instead?”

Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“For the millionth time,” he started explaining, voice tight with strained patience. “You always bring anyone you date over to my place a lot to hangout because you want us to be friends too, right? So, you get Y/N to go out with you, start bringing them over a lot like you normally would, they’ll get to know me outside of work, realize how great of a guy I am and then BAM! We switcheroo and I’m the one dating Y/N instead and you’re off the hook!”

It barely made any sense to Adrian, but he caved because it was Chris asking him. Ultimately, he never told Peacemaker no, no matter how insane the thing he was asking for was.

Considering he knew this wasn’t a real date for him, Adrian had no problem finding the courage to ask you out. He did this a few days later after a mission while you were taking inventory on the remaining ammo.

“Hey, would you want to go out with me sometime?” Adrian asked, the question falling the easiest it ever had from his mouth. “Like, as in a date?”

He expected you to say no, like most women did. He figured that he’d have to turn on the charm and work for it.

Instead, you got the biggest grin on your face.

“I’d love to!” you said without any hesitation, looking excited.

It made his heart dance a little. He didn’t know why.

Later, when he told Peacemaker you said yes, Chris clapped him on the back and Adrian felt slightly sick to his stomach. He also didn’t know why on that one either.

The evening of your first date came. Adrian was a ball of nerves on his way to pick you up, but relaxed once you were in the car. You always had that effect on him, ever since say one. Your presence calmed him down. The two of you talked all the way to the Mexican restaurant he was taking you to, the conversation flowing easily like it always did.

“I gotta say, I was really surprised when you asked me out,” you said after the two of you ordered.

“How come?” he said, diving into the chips and salsa on the table.

“I figured awhile back that you wouldn’t,” you said, shrugging. “So, I’ve been working up the nerve to do it myself.”

Adrian looked at you with a confused expression.

“To ask yourself out?”

“No, to ask you out.”

The next few minutes Adrian spent in a wild coughing fit with you clapping him on the back. Your words made him choke on the chip he was eating.

It only went downhill from there.

Which is to say, it went amazingly well for Adrian.

After your confession, there was a brief period of comfortable silence before the conversation resumed. He found out the two of you shared even more interests than he previously thought. In general, you were into most of the same things he was but had different likes and dislikes about them than he did.

As the evening went on, both of you began to get more flirty, playful even, but it stayed just this side of too inappropriate.

When he took you home, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek outside your door.

“I’d invite you in,” you said as you parted from the hug. “But I’m not going to tempt myself.”

“Tempt yourself?” Adrian asked, confused since he’d been inside your apartment before. “What do you mean?”

You didn’t answer, you just smiled mysteriously and kissed him on the other cheek, which made him blush, then went inside.

Despite the circumstances surrounding the date, Adrian went home feeling like he was on cloud nine. He even hummed to himself as he got ready for patrol, a bit more upbeat than he usually was. Thinking about you gave him something to direct his excess energy towards once he hit the streets on patrol. Normally, he liked to keep his thoughts occupied while on patrol. It helped him focus better on what was physically going on around him. But on slow nights like tonight, it gave him something to occupy his mind.

Eventually, his thoughts came around to how you looked at him when he walked you to your door. The urge to kiss you had been undeniable. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. While Chris had told him that he may need to date you for a while before you succumbed to his charms, which meant doing all the things people who date does, Adrian was struggling with that now. He didn’t know why, but he was having second thoughts about this whole thing.

That’s what was on his mind shortly after midnight when he got a text from you.

Hey you. How’s patrol?

Sometimes you texted him late at night when you couldn’t sleep, so this wasn’t unusual. Over the last couple of months, it had actually become quite common. You explained it once, how you had periodic flares of insomnia that sometimes got bad enough you’d go days without a full night’s rest. Adrian was usually the only one up when this happened and, once you had figured that out, you’d started texting him. He never minded talking to you. In fact, it always made his heart skip a beat when your name popped up on his phone.

Boring as fuck. Absolutely nothing is going on.

Isn’t that a good thing though? Means no crime, right?

In theory, yeah, but in practice it’s sooooooo fucking dull. Like, I’m five seconds away from staring a game of Russian Roulette with myself.

Lmao! Don’t do that. What side of town you patrolling tonight?

Northeast, over by the ATV dealership.

Ah, that sucks. If you were on this side, I was going to suggest stopping by. I can’t sleep and am bored as hell too.

Adrian thought it over for a moment then shrugged.

Fuck it, sure! I’ll come by. Nothing is going on over here, so I’ll head that way.

After picking up the Sebring, Adrian headed for your side of town. He left his car a few streets over, did a quick patrol of the surrounding neighborhoods, then headed for your place. The back fence was easy for him to hop and soon he was knocking at your backdoor. Adrian switched his mask for glasses soon after arrival and you both settled on the couch.

“Hey, I got a question,” Adrian said after he’d been over there awhile. “How come you said you couldn’t invite me in earlier, but now you can?”

You chuckled.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask about that,” you said. “That’s because earlier it would’ve tempted me to break the only rule, I have for myself, but now it won’t.”

“Oh,” Adrian said, nodding. Then realized that didn’t make any sense. “What rule is that?”

“To never have sex on the first date,” you said.

Adrian stared at you.

“Why in the fuck would you have a rule like that?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Fortunately, you didn’t seem bothered by the question.

“It was as good of a rule as any,” you shrugged, laughing. “After I had sex for the first time, I realized it wasn’t that big of a deal to me, so I wanted to have one rule to kind of keep myself in check.”

After he thought about it for a minute, it did make sense.

“I see,” he said, nodding. “And since there is usually an expectation for sex from the other party, it’s better to remove the temptation entirely.”

“Exactly,” you said, nodding.

“And don’t worry, I definitely understand the blanket policy,” Adrian continued. “You’ve got to do it with everyone, even people you don’t want to have sex with like me.”

You stared at him.

“When did I ever say I don’t want to have sex with you?”

Adrian stared at you again.

You smiled.

He opened his mouth to say something but found that on top of not knowing what to say, he had also forgotten how to talk entirely. He ended up sitting there with his mouth hanging open.

That didn’t matter though. Soon you were straddling his lap with your lips on his, making talking unnecessarily. He only hesitated for a moment, just long enough for all thoughts to fly out of his head, before kissing you back. His hands went to rest on your hips, squeezing and kneading them as he felt your hands slide up his shoulders to the back of his neck.

While Adrian had imagined what it would be like to kiss you, the reality of it was far better. It was just that right blend of soft and rough that Adrian loved and was able to match easily. He groaned softly as he felt your teeth gently nipping along his bottom lip, one arm slipping around your waist to pull you even closer. It was an instinctive move, and also pulled your groin directly against his. You gasped into his mouth and rolled your hips forward, making him groan deeply in his throat.

Adrian became very aware of how hard he was getting in his suit. Normally, this would be uncomfortable, but the pressure and friction you were providing gave him some relief. You felt good, even through the heavy padding of his suit in that area. While keeping his arm around you, he moved his hand down from your hip to your ass, helping you guide your movements over his throbbing dick.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and Adrian pulled back slightly. You opened your eyes to look down at him with a confused expression.

“Aren’t you violating your rule?” he asked, panting a little. “I don’t want to be the cause of you breaking your own rules.”

“The date technically ended as soon as you dropped me off and left,” you said immediately.

That was a good enough loophole for him. Adrian attacked your neck with his mouth.

Another thought didn’t occur to him until a few minutes later. By that point, your shirt had been flung somewhere into the room, his gloves were on the floor, and his glasses were on the end table. He hadn’t taken your bra off yet, instead he was kissing and licking the top of your breasts just above the fabric line. He still had your ass in a death grip with one hand, pushing you down as he rolled his hips up into you. He grunted softly against your skin, hearing you gasp just before you pushed yourself against him on your own. One of your hands was at the back of his neck and your fingers gripped into him, like you were trying to push him further into your chest. This ramped Adrian up even further and both of his hands went up your back, starting to fiddle with the clasp of your bra as he let his lips graze down over your nipple through the thin fabric. You gasped, hips rolling forward into his again…

And, of course, this would be the exact moment Adrian remembered how much Chris liked you. He remembered what all this was actually for, a rather elaborate and stupid plan to get you and Chris together.

Adrian also realized at this point that, if he didn’t get to keep you after of all this, he wanted no part of it anymore.

“Shit, wait, stop,” Adrian said, panting heavily as he reluctantly pushed you away.

“What’s wrong?” you said, sounding breathless, and looking concerned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Normally the idea of you hurting him would’ve made him laugh his ass off, but right now the concern you were showing made his dick throb under you even more.

“N-no, um,” he said, not sure what to say that wouldn’t give away what was really going on. He knew by now he had a weakness for lying, so he needed to keep it simple and as truthful as possible. “I-it’s just still e-early for me to q-quit patrolling. I-I normally go until f-four or five.”

It wasn’t technically a lie. Normally he didn’t go home for several more hours. So that sounded plausible, right?

Apparently so.

“Oh!” you said, with a sheepish smile coming to your face. “That’s right. I’m sorry. I forgot you are technically still working.”

As you got off his lap, Adrian bit down on his lip, squeezing his hands into fists to keep from pulling you back onto him. He knew if he did that, there would be no stopping anymore.

“S’okay,” Adrian said, quickly standing up as soon as you were clear and adjusting his suit. “No worries. I kinda forgot myself there for a minute too.”

He heard you giggle softly and looked down at you. Your eyes were in the process of coming back to his face from his lower extremities, a playful smiling coming to your lips as your eyes met his. It was almost over right then and there. The look in your eyes made him tremble, but he quickly collected his glasses and gloves, then made a hasty retreat.

Instead of resuming his patrol like he said he was going to, Adrian went straight home. He had barely gotten in the door before he was stripping off the Vigilante suit. It didn’t take him long before he was sitting on his couch, naked and vigorously stroking his shaft as he imagined what it would feel like to have you bouncing on him.

(To be continued…)

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase smut #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante smut #vigilante x y/n #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader

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findroleplay · 8 months

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🪼 seeking …

here are some plots i’m looking for in particular;

- fantasy setting with world-building inspired off playing cards and their sets. would really love working with something that includes magic, fictional kingdoms etc. really corny but i love making fictional cultures inspired off real ones whilst being respectful :]

- a group of vigilante thieves of various cultural backgrounds stealing cultural monuments and treasures from museums, personal collections, etc and redistributing them to their respective locations of origin. delving into the themes of decolonization, cultural reconnection and such.

- a silly supernatural horror plot set in small-town americana concerning a group of college students returning to their hometown where they’ve all befriended each other. preferably set in the 1980s.

- plot set in ancient egypt, persia, greece, etc about two very ordinary people, mostly to research their daily life, traditions, conditions and other things. could be a cozy romance, two soldiers off at war, but whatever it is, no supernatural elements, just realism.

- an art restorer and a historian team up to uncover the secrets behind a painting.

🪼 rules & preferences !

1. ocs only. although i appreciate knowing about pre-made characters, i would really appreciate if the ocs we use for these plots are made specifically for them, and not old ocs being put into a random setting. reusing ideas is okay.

2. 18+

3. talk ooc + be communicative

4. preferably advanced lit.

🪼 characters !

i require characters that come across as authentic, human, and individuals with real agency. i’m not fond of characters that are excessively naive or perfect. i love characters that are distinctive, unconventional, well researched and resonate with specific interests, evolving in step with the narrative. given that i am a person of colour, my characters frequently are too. if you're not inclined to explore a range of diverse cultural backgrounds and settings, it's likely that we won’t make a good match.

🪼 genres & themes !

i love slice of life, historical realism, and social realism. period pieces captivate me, regardless of the era. i’m particularly fond of plots that explore characters and themes in depth and including fun symbolism. i absolutely adore discussing head-canons, scenarios, and themes, as well as create pinterest boards and playlists for our characters.

🪼 ooc !

tbh, connecting outside of the rp holds greater importance to me than any other aspect. if there's a lack of enthusiasm or engagement, or if we only interact during plotting, our compatibility is likely to be compromised. establishing a friendship with my partners ensures my sustained interest in the rp.

🪼 communication !

i thrive alongside enthusiastic writers who bring decisiveness and a strong passion for the rp. collaboratively shaping ideas and themes before and during our discussion sessions is crucial. i do not mind getting to know each other before plotting. connecting beforehand allows ideas to organically flourish, ensuring an enjoyable story for us both!

🪼 pairings !

i handle all character pairings with a focus on agency. i can work with a diverse array of dynamics, from tranquil domesticity to toxic relationships. my roleplays often prioritize a variety of relationships, veering away from solely heteronormative ones. crafting intricate dynamics involving characters of different backgrounds and sexualities is my forte. trans and non-binary characters are wholeheartedly welcome, if not preferred. i have the most experience with queer pairings (mlm, wlw, t4t, etc.)

🪼 interested ? leave a note or leave your discord username and i will reach out ! if you decide to reach out to me, include your preferred name & pronouns as well as a fun fact about you, the plot you’re choosing and the reason why you picked it (this will help me start plotting with you right away!)

#fantasy rp #historical rp

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rosedottmblr · 1 year

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Ice-Spider

Spidersona time :D

the design was done through commission by @/itsr0okie on Instagram, which is also the credit for the reference sheet picture

This is my spidersona Ice-Spider. They're not from 616 and are the Spider-Man in their universe.

Art credit to probablyError on DeviantArt

Their real name is Luke Marshall (they/she, amab non-binary), the youngest sibling of the Marshalls (older brothers include Sammy Marshall, aka Deathpool and Anden Marshal, aka Flaredevil)

Lore/backstory below

Before the vigilante antics, Luke worked as an off-the-grid hitman for a few years, gaining somewhat of a "legend" reputation as the Spider, since anyone who was lucky enough to see them after a kill would often see them running up walls using parkour techniques. On top of that, the victim always had 2 puncture holes (like the fangs from spiders).

Eventually they left the job to work semi-anonymously under Rookie Industries (this universe's variant of Stark Industries) in a group studying a weird alien arachnid species that evolved specifically to survive in cold climates, down to artic climates.

Luke ended up in a classified accident that ended in them getting bitten. At first it was thought they would die, but slowly they recovered and actually came out better. They gained strength equal to (mcu spidey strength + super soldier serum strength). A hyperaware sense of their surroundings caused them to do a lot more things blinded, but also anticipate incoming danger.

Luke was quarantined in Flaredevil's facility for a while, as Flaredevil and Deathpool were already experienced vigilantes with powers, leaving Luke to be the only one left without up until that point. Over the course of a few months, Luke discovered their powers. These consist of: Ice Powers/Kenesis, Super Strength, Sticking to walls, Spidersense, Extremely resilient to cold temperatures, Snow Camouflage.

One day out of the blue they recieved a package from Rookie Industries, with the new suit.

After the extensive training, experience as a hitman and knowledge from being on a research team, Luke eventually set out to join their brothers as one of the many city's vigilantes, taking their old title and making it more fit to their current situation, going by Ice-Spider to the public.

There's deeper lore but i'm not gonna write that rn, bc it also includes characters that don't belong to me 😭 every main character in Ice-Spider's story are owned by friends of mine

#spiderman #spiderverse #spidersona #spiderman oc #spider oc #ice-spider #oc #commission #lore #background #backstory #character #character design #my characters #marvel oc #spiderman variant

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a-strange-echo · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 3: "Wait, you love me?" "I always have"

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x vigilante!Non-Binary!reader

Word count: 246

Summary: During a night patrol, reader ran into their old friend Helmut Zemo who then decided to walk them back home. Arriving at their house, he thinks it's a good time to confess his feelings.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Author's note: I'll post day 4 later and be back on track like that. Again the picture was found on pinterest, credits to the orignal artist(s).

Auhtor's feelings: Like this one a lot, it's my best work so far I think.

Helmut was walking Y/N back home after their nightly patrol when he thought it would be the best moment to finally confess his feelings. He just needed to summon the courage to do it. They were dangerously approaching Y/N’s building and the walk was unusually (but pleasantly) silent. Helmut was panicking internally.

“-Thank you for walking me back, Hel.” Y/N said once they reached the building.

“- It’s no bother, really.” he responded with a smile.

They stared here while, clearly not wanting to leave the other. It was a little awkward. Y/N could see he wanted to say something but didn’t want to ask in fear of being impolite.

“Well I should go now, my cat must be waiting for me.”

At that Helmut seemed to be pulled back from his reverie.

“-Yes, right.” he swallowed back his pride.

“-Bye, Hel, I love you.” Y/N said that so easily, he almost didn’t notice it.

“-Wait, you love me?” he managed to ask and they stopped on the steps leading to the door.

“-I always have.” they shrugged with a smile.

Y/N descended the few steps they had climb and Helmut met them halfway.

“-Then, perhaps, I could take you for dinner tomorrow?” he asked, grinning.

“-Or you could come upstairs with me. We could watch a film, cuddle a little and see where the night takes us.”

“-Lead the way.”

Y/N took his hand and ran to their apartment. They never unlocked a door faster.

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#baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #fluff #flufftober #flufftober2023 #vigilante reader

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sunstar-of-the-north · 8 months

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Name: Lebrant of Manarola

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: African/Italian

Age: 29 years old

Personality: Joyful, helpful, intelligent, and resourceful

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Squire (Formaly)

Vigilante (Currently)

Current Residence: The Kingdom of Gabylonia

Bio: Lebrant was born in Manarola, Italy, but their family moved to Gabylonia when they were five years old. It was here that they learned the way of knighthood. Lebrant became one of the best squires at the time. At eighteen, they met the love of their life and were planning on marrying him. However, Lebrant's fairytale was about to end in tragedy.

On their wedding day, their groom left them at the alter. Shortly after, the Queen of Gabylonia made the degree which outlawed all knights. Despite this, Lebrant refused to sit idly by while injustice was running rampant. They became the Blue Strike, the Vigilante Knight.

Extra Info: Lebrant got the eye scar from a sparring match during their training.

#justin and the knights of valour #jatkov oc #oc #reference #my art

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badchoicesworld · 10 months

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blog guide !!

requests are closed, but feel free to send them in regardless. just expect them to be answered a little later !

this is (for now) an across the spiderverse blog !

please allow me up to a week to write up your asks

characters i write for :

Miguel O’hara

Miles Morales

Miles 42

Hobie (let’s go brit rep)

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Noir

general info :

i cannot stress this enough, i exclusively write everything but fem reader, y’all got enough .

that being said, feel free to request anything else at all- when it’s not specified i will just assume gender neutral for the sake of inclusion

trans readers, non-binary, everything in between and all about is completely valid here and i’m more than willing to write about it <3

i do have a health condition that can catch me some days, so there may be times where i’m inactive but it should never be for long periods of time

feel free to get oddly specific with requests ! the more i can work with, the better

but i also don’t mind if they’re just general requests that don’t require a lot of detail

i will NOT write explicit NSFW, i draw the line at clothes being removed unless it has something to do with a prompt (e.g. seeing top surgery scars for the first time), some of these characters ages are not specified yet and i don’t feel comfortable potentially writing NSFW for minors. that is a crime.

there will be some requests i won’t obviously be able to complete for a number of reasons, please do not spam me if this is the case. if i’m willing to fulfil a request i will try my best to communicate with you if needed :]

i have the right to deny requests.

i do wanna say that i am a white guy so i can’t write from first hand experience, but if you request something that includes diversity like a specific race or cultural aspects i will try my absolute best to deliver accurate works. I’ll research to whatever extent i need to (if you don’t already give some information) so i can provide for groups of people that are seriously neglected when it comes to fanfiction and such. and please, in the future, if i ever do fuck up PLEASE hold me accountable and if you can show me what i’ve done wrong and what i should’ve done; what i can do to improve, i would be so appreciative- my goal is to be as inclusive as possible with my writing and the last thing i want is to offend any body of people.

finally, there will be types of writing i can’t do for specific characters. for example, spot, idk how tf i would write like a whole one-shot when my man is how he is now so i’d probably just have to stick to headcanons n such

what i will write :

requests can be either platonic or romantic dynamics, potentially other stuff if you have any ideas. just lemme know ! i do like to consider myself half decent at writing, i’ve studied english literature and linguistics my whole life and i love it very dearly <3 i’m going on to study english as a whole at a higher level (literature, language, linguistics, creative writing)

i'm happy to also apply these headcanons to the cc's, so transgender miguel for instance! just let me know :]

i typically write in bullet points because im a mess

x male reader

x nb reader (feel free to specify if they’re ambiguous, masc leaning or whatever if it’s relevant to the ask)

x trans reader

x cis reader

x spider reader

x mutant reader

character x reader

if you request multiple characters (which is fine <3) i’ll likely default to headcanons for the sake of ease

what i won’t write :

x fem reader .

character x character

NSFW

triggering topics (excluding canon events)

weird fetish/kink stuff :[

hate speech, everyone is welcome here

masterlist :

hobie brown:

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm reader)

hobie admires your fighting spirit (gn reader)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition, masc reader)

where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it (gn reader)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (masc reader)

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought ! (gn reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

hobie with a snake mutated boyfriend !

hobie with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles morales

miles with an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

miles with a snake mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles 42:

miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader ! (masc reader)

miles42 with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

miles 42 w/ and alien boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

the spot:

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

the spot falls into winged readers home (gn)

spider-noir:

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

helping noir understand trans issues (deadnaming, ftm reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

noir finds out you wear trans tape (transmasc!reader)

defending his trans partner !

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lazlolullaby · 5 months

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Intersex Terry Mcginnis

Because I've seen fantastic non-binary Terry from @theycallme-ook and their series, I've seen this gorgeous transmasc Terry from this fic, crown of neon, and @jasontoddssuper with their transfem Butch Terry agenda and hot damn is it great.

(btw using he/him for Terry because that's what the show did.)

Whatever he is, he cisn't.

This is all in the name of trying to incorporate the VERY late game (I truly mean last episode with him ever so it never impacts any other plot just a wrap up theme and thesis statement on Heroism) twist and have it inform his whole - teenage attitude and everything.

so. uh. let's dive.

General warning for intersexism, queer phobia, messing with gender and such. Divorce. Cadmus manipulating people. The violation of consent that's inherent in making someone give birth to and raise a child designed to be a legacy vigilante without them knowing.

Genetic alteration isn't all that it's cracked up to be. It's DNA testing, it's virus loads and constant correction, it's incorporating extra violet genes into flowers and them rejecting them completely and going blank white.

I know it's the DCAU, with Manbat being the first episode, animal chimeras being created all throughout but, fantastic science that let the plot move but. It was the 90s and the early 2000s. on our side the human genome project started in 1985, was partially complete in 2003, and only fully completed in 2022! Cadmus is cutting it close.

there's a lot of room for error, here.

The alterations done to Warren's DNA were sketchy at best. Lots of sperm failed after the nano machines got to them. It was difficult for Mary and Warren to conceive, which is why Terry and Matt are so far apart in age. That put stress on their relationship, not including that the kids don't even look like Warren either.

Mary and Warren were very happy that Terry came to term without major problems. He wasn't visibly intersex until he was born, but because it's the Future TM, they ran the DNA to screen for any major disorders. Terry comes out chimera style intersex, with different DNA depending on where you take the sample. His hormones are giving him a mix of traits that make him ambiguous.

((yeah this is specific but shush: Terry can't naturally grow a beard. (Not like he wants to, he's heard his mom complain too many times about his dad's face bristles to be excited about getting his own.) People generally do a double take with him. "I ate my sister in the womb." Is the snappy answer he likes to give. "she left me with some things."))

The Future is a little more forgiving, there's some paperwork and not much pressure for the parents to put him through infant surgery.

And then we get to Matt. Because Terry was difficult, the parents sought out a fertility clinic to get Matt as good a start as possible.

Terry is angry at first, that he's a genetic mess and they had to go to a clinic to get a "real boy". That they tried to have a "good kid" but it couldn't fix their relationship. That even Matt didn't turn out right; A "clerical error" gives Matt an "anonymous donor" as a father instead of Warren.

It's building up with bunch of smaller things - having to explain their gender every so often, being confused with older buildings with split gender bathrooms and teachers treating him different depending on his perceived gender.

It was clear that the grace period ran out. He just - was given an ultimatum. Guy or girl. There's also some manipulation on Cadmus's part - can't be Batman without being a man...right?

and It's Gotham. Having a healthy vision of masculinity is not going to happen. So to protect himself Terry decides to be a Guy. A Real Cool Guy.

But it's not clicking. He's not comfortable. His parents tell him that he can be "whatever kind of man he wants" but that's still vague.

All this gender identity frustration builds up with his general teenage "pushing boundaries" and "parents arguing" leads him to hang with the wrong crowds.

and that's how he lands in juvie. He ends up calming down, putting himself into a box of "reformed good bad boy" and "I'm committing to the bit." and just dealing. Being a man like Warren is trying to teach him and not just...staying an unknown variable.

Now we incorporate Neo Batman and Bruce. Who have a very strict set of rules about what or who Batman is meant to be. And in a way, it's freeing his head to think about who Terry is outside of the cowl. Bruce is also a Queer Elder, he's seen plenty of people work through their identities and he works with Terry to find a label that fits.

That it doesn't have to be all or nothing, that it can change over time.

Experimentation is expected of teenagers. Splicing is a flat no because of his already precarious genetic status. And Terry likes hanging with his girls that are friends and his girlfriend. He does a mean eyeliner too. Terry is a lot happier.

Mary sighs "is this some late teenage rebellion against your father?"

"I...really don't know what he'd think. This isn't a spite thing. But I don't think he did - or you did anything wrong. It just took me some time to get out of my own head and realize."

"Well. You look settled. He'd be proud of you."

"Thanks ma."

#terry mcginnis #batman #Batman beyond #Intersex headcanon #matt mcginnis #Idk what Terry is all I know is that we see them and go #That person Cisn't #But yeah here's another idea to the pile #Also goes without saying #Batman is a gender class all it's own #this has been sitting in drafts for 2 months take it

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