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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Gotham Comic Con”

The Joker and his girlfriend decided to attend “Gotham Comic Con” this year dressed as The Batman and Cat Woman. It took Y/N some time to convince her boyfriend but here they are about to have fun and nothing could spoil the event. Right?...

“Oh my God, this is awesome!” you giggle entering the venue designated for the yearly special event “Gotham Comic-Con” dressed as Cat Woman.

The Joker is right behind you sporting The Batman outfit and he flexes his knees a few times, growling.

“What’s wrong?” you ask although you have a clue because J’s been complaining about since he got off the van parked on Lot B5.

“I hate these stretchy pants! I don’t know how that asshole does it!”

“You’re the one that insisted to come as Batsy,” you reveal point out the truth. “You could have been anyone else.”

“Like who?”

“Cinderella,” you elbow him and your boyfriend is not a huge fan of the concept.

“Why??!!”

“The drama, obviously,” you keep walking alongside him and he’s definitely ready to blow at your insinuation when you gasp. ”Baby, I think that’s Bane!” you gesture towards a massive individual flaunting a Sub-Zero costume.

“How can you tell?” The Joker squints his eyes and the bubbly Y/N has to say it:

“I would recognize his physique anywhere! Plus, he still has the scar between his eyes,” you pucker your lips and The King mumbles a bunch of PG 13 rated things regarding his business partner.

Why?

Last week they got into a brawling and almost killed each other.

The reason?

Y/N.

The Joker believes that Bane always flirts with you (which he does since he likes to refer to you as “a breath of fresh air”); stuff escalated until you had to break it up: J ended up with a busted lip, Bane with a cut between his eyes due to The Clown trying to stab him in the head and you ended up with an inflated ego.

“Hello Mister B.,” you tap the pile of muscles and he turns around to see who’s bothering him.

“Y/N!” he excitedly exclaims, immediately unhappy at the sight of his business partner. “Joker…” the low tone greets.

“Bane…” J sneers.

“What are you two doing here?” Bane inquires.

“Having fun; I finally convinced him we should do this and mingle for once. No better way to spend the day,” the bubbly comment pleases your conversation partner. “So we dressed up and here we are.”

“I must say you’re like a breath of fresh air,” Bane admires your skin tight costume and stilettos which prompts The Joker’s disapproval:

“If you want fresh air, go outside!”

“Make me!”

Oh no! Not again!

“Are you here alone?” you change the subject and distract them from getting into a fight. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy it, but… too many witnesses at the packed Comic Con, it could end up in a total disaster.

“With my niece and nephew. I lost them for a second and I’m searching the premises; they can’t be far,” Bane reports. “Which reminds me: I should get going and find them otherwise my sister will go ballistic. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he acknowledges you and ignores your man.

“Bye Mister B.,” The Queen snickers at the evident teasing.

“Just her, huh?” The Joker grumbles. “What about me? Did you forget we have a meeting next week???”

“Too bad and super sad: I’m not talking to you!” Bane’s attitude emerges.

“I certainly could care less because I’m not talking to you either!” The King strikes back.

“Then what are we going to do?” Sub-Zero’s better judgement brings up a good argument.

“Y/N will translate!” J proudly states.

Oh no! Not again!

That means they will snarl and make weird noises and you’ll have to guess what it means; an absolutely excruciating task that even a breath of fresh air can’t accomplish without losing it.

Maybe you should let them kill each other.

“Fine!” Bane decides and distances himself from the couple while the Joker shouts since he has to have the last word:

“Fine!”

“Mister Batman?” the 5 years old dressed as a hobbit shily tugs on J’s cape.

“Hm?” the fake vigilante looks down. The little boy suddenly sneezes and wipes his nose with the fabric as the mad man is less than lenient at someone ruining the outfit replica he paid a fortune to have.

“Goddamn…” and he can’t finish his sentence because a large group of screaming children surround him in a heartbeat.

“Batman! Batman!” they jump up and down hyped up to see their hero.

“Go away!” J attempts to reason with the sea of kids he has no patience for. Of course nobody can hear him over the deafening sounds that attract more offsprings and parents.

“That’s so cute!” one of the moms gushes and takes a picture. “It’s delightful seeing a guy dressed as The Batman performing such a public service for our town!”

“He loves people, especially babies, “ you lie without blinking and immortalize the moment yourself.

“Awww,” a few people sigh touched by your praises.

“He must be a nice dude,” a kid’s dad concludes and you sweetly smile from under your mask:

“You have no idea.”

Somebody from the crowd places an infant girl in The Joker’s arms and the mob goes ballistic!! Rosie cheeks keeps sucking from her binky, glaring at the interesting person.

Clapping, cheering and whistling intensify whilst J feels compelled by his increasing popularity to lift the 6 months old above his head for everyone to see how cool he is.

This is not bad, The King enjoys an endless string of applause and the sudden explosion occurring in the diaper followed by quite a foul smell puts an end to his exuberance.

“Jesus!” he crinkles his nose, appalled. “Whose kid is this?” he yells and the thrilled parent waves at him, taking back the stinky, adorable bundle of joy. “Uncle Batsy needs to run!!” J makes up a random plan although nobody can hear him: the noise is overwhelming after he hyped them all up. “Let’s bail before they trap me again! Pretty soon I won’t be able to walk, Princess. Everything is crammed in there, a total mess! I hate stretchy pants!!” he addresses his woman and quickens the pace until an atrocious abomination stops him in his tracks.

A specimen mocking The Joker wearing a purple suit is getting quite the attention: over exaggerated red lips smudged over the lip line, tattoo on the forehead that spells “Cabbaged”, a bunch of cheap golden chains from the Dollar Store around his neck and a sloppy green wig complete the assemble in a cringy manner.

You are equally speechless and The Joker manages to utter:

“What… THE HELL… is that????!!!!”

“Ummm… a Clown?” your sassy remark doesn’t score high marks as expected; you feel his eyes burning holes through you.

“You’re hilarious! Would you like to share your standup comedy talents on the stage??!” his index finger points at the platform meant to host a guest appearance from Bruce Wayne in the next hour.

Courtesy of “Wayne Enterprise” sponsoring the event: free food and refreshments for everyone under 18 years old.

You don’t answer and pout, upset J’s pissed attitude is already ruining your mood.

“I’m going to kill that buffoon posing as me!” he inhales full of spite and reaches for the knife hidden in his left boot.

“You can’t…” you hesitantly halt his movement. “Dozens of people, that’s just asking for trouble!”

“I’m not going to let a prick disrespect me!”

“You won’t, we’ll figure something afterwards. We can wait for him outside in the parking lot and take care of it without drawing attention! Please?” you beg hoping he’ll listen to you. “Pleeeaaaase!!!!“ you insist, perfectly aware he’s about to commit murder regardless. “I have a bunch of VIP passes to take pictures with celebrities. You promised J!” you stomp your high heels, exasperated. “You promised we’ll have a fun date!!”

“Why do I have to take pics with celebrities?! I don’t like anybody!”

The look on Y/N’s face: sheer disappointment; most of her features are covered with the mask yet he can tell.

“But I like you so the most I’ll do is take a selfie with you!” The Joker makes amendments on his own terms.

The Queen sniffles, trying to bottle up her emotions and she can’t help it: she bursts up in tears at her boyfriend’s candor.

Oh no! Not again!

Why?

The King of Gotham says nice things maybe twice a year and each time you struggle not to cry but it’s impossible: how can one resist such charm?!

Your complete meltdown makes him roll his eyes while your shaky hand takes a picture of the royal duo.

“Ugghhh…” J’s grimace turns your attention towards him.

“What is it baby?” you wipe your tears with his cape.

He would probably criticize such affront still there’s a pressing issue taking precedent.

“Princess, these tights are making my legs numb. I can’t feel my crown jewelry anymore.”

“Huh?” you forget to weep, startled.

“Cursed stretchy pants! I think I won’t be able to have sex for a month!” The Joker stretches his feet, uncomfortable.

“What??!!!” you raise your voice, panicked. “A month???!!”

Hell no!

Y/N grabs The Joker’s right hand and starts dragging him after her, yelling:

“Out of the way! Out of the way, it’s an emergency!!” whilst everyone is wondering how can someone wearing those 7-inch stilettos can march so fast.

“Where are we going, Pumpkin?!” J is inquiring and you yank at his arm, alarmed.

“To the car!”

“Why?”

Y/N doesn’t have time for explanations: she basically flies across the parking lot to get to section B5, opens the van’s back door and shoves J inside. He lands on his abs as you relentlessly pull on his boots, accomplishing to take them off in record time. Then you heave at his tights, huffing a storm at the stiff garment:

“I’ll be damn if I’ll wait a month for a ride in Funky Town!”

A mother and her 11 years old son pass by and she covers his eyes, horrified at the indecency as she guides him throughout the maze of vehicles.

“There are children here!” the woman protests. “Get a room!”

Luckily, she wasn’t heard by The Clown and his girl because… victory! The stretchy pants are off, J only in his boxers now.

“How are you feeling?” you roll him and he exhales, assessing the damage succeeding Y/N swift actions.

“Not sure, same?... Sit on my lap,” J offers and you don’t need a second invitation.

“Well?” you hold in the anxiety reaching high levels under these dire circumstances.

“Dunno, kiss me and we’ll see.”

You kiss him and he purrs.

“Well?” you interrogate again.

“Kiss me again!” he orders and you put more passion into it since your future happiness depends on it. “Hmm…” J groans. “I believe things are improving.”

“Yeah?” Y/N is about to have another breakdown although J didn’t say sweet rubbish; it’s just that kind of occasion.

“U-hum!”

“Then… what do you say we go home and celebrate your recovery?” you whisper in his ear.

“What about Comic Con?”

“Screw it!” you hop off his knees. “I’ll drive, you focus on your convalescence, ok baby?”

“Ok,” The Joker agrees and begins to stride around the van as Bruce Wayne’s limousine happens to drive by, the billionaire preparing to attend the event he sponsored.

“Stop the car!” Bruce commands at the weird view in the distance: a man wearing a replica of his Batman suit-- helmet, mask, gloves, cape… but no pants or boots, the bottom part of his attire consisting solely of underwear. “Right when you think you saw it all…” he shakes his head in denial, oblivious about who the person is.

Mister Wayne should at least have some empathy for the man enduring those tights for as long as he could; it might not be a record, but who could ever beat the real Batman at wearing stretchy pants anyway?!

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bleached-d-soul · 4 years

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Team ALAN: Lovely In-CON-veniences

Part 3 of Team ALAB commissions for @the-hapless-ace

This was a mistake.

When you join a terrorist organization, you have to learn how to sense danger before it occurs. You either learn to do it early or have to learn from experiences, sometimes not without the loss of some limbs and sanity. Adam should have know that when Ruby burst into their room with that creepy smile of hers, he should have run and hidden for a week or two.

The Vale Comic Con was an event not unknown to Adam, if only because he once considered it as a potential target for White Fang attack. And no, it wasn't because of the overwhelming amount of Ninja Catgirl cosplayers there. He simply hated the fetishism with reagrds to the faunus. Rehardless of that, he absolutely refused to go.

Unfortunately, he owed Weiss a date of her choosing. And just like the real Schnee, she refused to suffer alone.

"Oh my Gods, can we please take a picture?"

The decision came last moment. And since |Ruby refused to allow him to go there in his normal clothes, he had to make do with whatever stuff he had lying around. His old cloak without the rose emblem. His old mask without color marks. And of course, the black wig provided to him by Blake. Apparently, his ex couldn't miss the chance to get some laughs out of it.

"You look just like the Joker!"

"The clown?"

"No, from Persona series!"

"Ah, right."

He had no idea who that was. In a couple of moments, thankfully, that humiliation was over. Before he could get back to Weiss to give her another piece of his mind though, another couple of girls approached him. More pictures? Fine, whatever got that off his back.

"Can you take a rose from my hands with your mouth?"

Sure, whatever. Quickly, he did as asked. The girl ran away squealing.

"Can you cover your eyes with your hands, please?"

She did promise him to leave quickly so why not. The girl wandered off smiling.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

"Yeah, su-"

The ground shook. The air around them dropped a few degrees in temperature before the wall of ice separated him from the surprisingly large crowd of women. Were they under attack? Finally! Some chance to escape this madhouse and-

"Adam. Taurus."

The chilling and emotionless tone pierced through the air, his eyes drawn towards the source of it. Surrounded by ice and snow, in the middle of the hall stood none other than his girlfriend. And she was absolutely burning with rage, if only the giant Knight of white and blue looming over her was any indication.

"I leave for a few seconds and you are feeling up some other girls?"

What?

"I didn't do anything like that!" Was it really how it looked? He was just trying to get them off his back. It was either caving in to their demands or cutting them down. And it was her and Ruby that explicitly forbade him from killing the people he found annoying. "You know this is not my fault, right?"

Something clicked in Weiss' eyes. The semblance of clearance and understanding that promised him the peaceful resolution and the quiet for the rest of this already unpleasant and annoying day.

That promise died an ugly death as the girl's eyes lost any and all light and her lips stretched into an ugly smile.

One that promised only bloodshed and death.

"You are right... This is not your fault at all."

Good, maybe things weren't so bad.

"It is all these harlots that want you!"

...

Shit.

ALAB

"Yang, are you angry at me?"

"No."

"You look angry."

"I don't."

"Your hair is on fire and your eyes are burning red."

"And?"

Ren looked at his girlfriend's face, wondering what he should say. What he could even say when faced with this angry pout of hers. In many ways. Yang was just as emotionally broken as he was. She hid her abandonment issues and insecurities behind the cocky attitude and pride much like he hid his anger and pain behind the stoic and serene attitude.

But no matter how much they masked their fears and insecurities, those still existed and sometimes came to the surface in the most unfortunate of times. Just like their current situation.

"Sorry for getting us kicked out of that contest," Yang said as they sat down in a nearby cafe. It was a nice place and, thankfully, with only a few people. It was pretty early right now so most attendees must have been stuck buying merch and meeting all the celebrities that were here today. "I know I could have handled that... better than I did."

That was one way to put it.

Ren had little reservations about his body. And even though he was embarrassed with the outfit Yang picked for him, he grew comfortable with it very quickly. Yang herself said she wanted to show off her boyfriend's amazing body in that skintight outfit that consisted of only a shirt that covered his chest and a tight pair of shorts. And she did enjoy the jealous and hungry looks thrown his way.

For a total of ten minutes before she started frantically looking for something to cover him with.

She found nothing and so spent the last hour or so glaring at every woman that passed them by. It was fine, Ren told himself. Glaring and growling was fine as long as things didn't become physical. They eventually did, mostly because he couldn't help himself. Ren rarely indulged in things like video games or junk food like his friends. But when the chance to get the next edition of his favorite game came, he simply couldn't let this chance pass him by.

So he signed up even though Yang wasn't interested and got ready to win. It was all good and great for the first two stages. He was in the lead and, by the looks of it, would be coming home with the prize in his hand.

Then the third stage announced was the couple game. And unfortunately, for all the single ladies and gentlemen, they were paired up with random contestant. It was clear the stage was meant to see who could adapt the fastest and give the most coherent performance. He was lucky to draw the second strongest contestant for himself.

Who turned out to be Neon, the girl Yang fought just a few days ago.

He could have sworn he heard something snap. And when he looked at Yang... Well, he told himself she wouln't do anything drastic in the open.

And for the first few minutes, he was actually right. Their dance was energetic and synchronized, him acting as the strong and solid foundation for Neon's more flashy and bright moves.

The music came to an end, the crowd exploded with claps and whistles. They were going to win, for sure. That game was as good as his!

Then Neon delivered a loud and sharp slap across his ass.

And next thing he knew, the dancing contest turned into a huge catight.

"Ren?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you angry at me?"

"No."

"You look... Well, I never can tell but I would be angry if I were you."

"I am not though," a little bit upset. But not angry. "Plus, I am sure you are not going to-"

She was gone.

He turned to look at the trail of blazes left behind. The sound of an all too familiar laugh of one rollerblading huntress was the proof enough his day was about to become much louder and hotter.

ALAB

Mercury loved to drive the little Red crazy.

Call him an asshole but there was something incredibly satisfying about watching the girl so confident on the battlefield turn into a blushing stammering mess. Sometimes he would kiss her out in the open or flirt with her during the spar. She looked so cute when she was trying to take his head off with that scythe of hers while burning red as her cape.

Today was an exception, though.

Today it was him on the other end of the stick.

"C-Come on, Red, be reasonable here, please?" He was backed against the wall, the passers-by either ignoring them or taking pictures. Something about real-life Yandere of whatever the fuck those nimrods were whispering about. "R-Ruby, I swear to Gods, stay away from me with that marker!"

She dressed up as some superhero named... Flasher or whatever, he didn't pay much mind. He did, however, take the opportunity to show off his assets and get the girl all hot and bothered under that skintight suit of hers. Seriously, for the girl with so many reservations and social troubles, she seemed unaware of how many guys threw horny looks her way.

He did. And now those guys stayed far away from her.

Apparently, she was not as oblivious as he thought and noticed all the lustful and hungry looks. But only the ones that came from other girls towards him. Which brings us back to him, backed into the corner with his girlfriend trying to mark him of all things!

"I will be quick, Mercury, I promise!"

"That's a permanent marker, Ruby!"

"I am sure we can remove it later!"

"This doesn;t make it better!"

In hindsight, it was all his fault. He should have chosen something that could be actually zipped up. Instead he went dressed as this emo ninja with weird eyes powers who dressed like a stripper. And now Ruby wanted to write her name on his chest like some toy.

Sounded kinky but it wasn't!

"I will buy a bunch of strawberry cookies a-!"

"No!" She yelled, covering her ears. "You can't bribe if I can't hear you!"

An opening to exploit! Yes!

He rushed past her and into the crowd. Maybe he could snatch someone's cape or something? Before he could rob some poor sucker, the torpedo of rose petals smashed into him from behind. Positioning herself on the top of his stomach, Ruby showed no hesitation or shame as she breathed down his neck.

With the eyes full of the terrifying emotion and her smile so hollow it sent chills down his smile, Ruby whispered:

"Now they all will know you are mine and only mine!"

Her marker stabbed into his chest like a knife, marking him as her property and lover.

Somehow, he didn' feel so scared about it.

"Now let's go and show them all that you are mine!"

... And now he was.

ALAB

"Go and tell her she is ugly."

"I am not doing that."

"Fine, then the collar stays on."

"Ugh..."

Out of his entire team, Jaune was possibly the only one excited to come here. He never attended one of the major conventions since, well, his town didn't have any and he barely had the money to come here. So when Ruby won the total of eight passes here, he was ready to kiss her! Well, not really, since she was dating Mercury and that was violation of a bro code.

Also because he also had a girlfriend whom he liked a lot

Even if she could become a bit... possessive.

"Come on, this doesn't even make any sense for me to wear a collar! I am Leon Kennedy!" And Leon Kennedy was a badass that could never stay caught for that long. "Also Ada uses a giant crossbow and your weapon looks nothing like that."

"I don't give a shit, it was the costume the guy in the store recommended," Vernal scoffed as she tugged on his leash. Her eyes scanned the crowd like an expert predator. She saw a couple of nerds drooling over how tight the pants hugged her legs and ass. Heh, good time jerking off, losers. Then her eyes caught some girls drooling over how tight Jaune's pants hugged his ass and legs.

...

They would have to go. Not now, of course. Her boyfriend always got upset whenever she threatened other girls with violence, Gods know why though.

"V-Vernal, where are we going?"

"Just shut up and follow me, loverboy."

Vernal might have lived in Beacon now but she still lived by the laws of her tribe. And the law of the strong was simple back home: See. Want. Take.

The last part - about putting down anyone who tried to take something from you - was an unspoken rule, of course. Back in the tribe, it was the strongest who got the best food and stuff. Not because they were better at scavenging and stealing, but rather because they knew how to take something from others better. And Vernal knew that, if she allowed even one of the girls here approach her boyfriend, she would give everyone the signal she was soft.

Not happening.

"And now for the second place in our couples costu- Hey, ma'am, you are not supposed to-Oh! Wait, not in the face! Not in the face!"

The silence fell over the crowd.

All eyes were on them,

Vernal took the mic.

Jaune covered his face.

"Alright, listen up, all of you! I know that most of you here are losers with nothing better to do than dress up as leather-clad morons and bitches and think you are cool because you watched some Mistralian cartoons with lots of yelling. I also know that at least eighty per cent of you are fucking virgins desperate to get some and watching some camgirls dress up like your favorite cartoon girls drives you nuts," she ignored the death glares thrown her way. Jaune yelped as Vernal dragged him up and planted a deep wet kiss on his lips, invading his mouth with her tongue for the crowd to see. "Having said that, neither me nor MY boyfriend here are as lame you all. And if I see any of you bitches looking at my fucking man, remember-"

She spread her arms, showing her toned body for people to drink in.

"- this is what he enjoys every night. Remember that before looking at him next time!"

Vernal dropped the mic.

Then she grabbed him by the collar and began passionately marking him as hers.

Regardless of that, Jaune would cry as he would later find out he was banned from this convention for the foreseeable future.

Just like the rest of his and RWBY teams.

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queensdivas · 4 years

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That Silly Wig!

I’ve never written a short so fast in my entire life of my God! Not a super long one because I have other stuff to do sadly!

I was deeply inspired by the recent drawing of @eileen-crys with her comic and I literally threw everything aside to write this! I gotta stop doing this kind of crap so much so I can focus on my remaining school work! But anyway. Hope you enjoy!

That lovely artwork of hers!

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Rounding up what Freddie calls the Deaklings was a lot more difficult than you could ever imagine. Have to make sure that Laura has her favorite stuffed animal, making sure Michael wasn’t annoying Robert too badly, then packing the diaper bag for Josh and his favorite toys. And all without a nanny! Super Mom right here! Though Chrissy has made it very appealing to finally get one but Robert and Michael are basically grown children so it’s a little easier now in a sense.

But today is meant to a very good day for the six of us which includes Deaky. We’re finally spending some family time by taking them out for a picnic in Bushy Park! We’ve been wanting to take the kids there for a while, yet our timing has been non existent. He has to do some filming for a new music video then on lunch he plans on taking a longer one for us to go.

“Alright kids! We’re moving in t-minus five minutes!” Yelling up the stairs for the thunder of children to start running down the stairs. Robert and Michael were the first ones down as Laura was slowly making her way down with her stuffed Fox Brian gave her when she was born.

Grabbing Josh's diaper bag from the floor to throw on my shoulder to then pick him up from his play crib. He wrapped himself around me as I picked him up. Kissing the top of his forehead as I walked out of the house, locking the door to see the kids are already in the car ready to go. Man did we raise some very well behaved kids! Until Robert and Michael start fighting over their toys.

We arrived to the set where they were filming their new music video as the kids beginning to bounce around in the backseat. I pulled into the parking spot to see Brian coming out with his hairs all in plastic curls in his hair and in his regular clothes.

“Uncle Brian!” Laura screamed as they all rushed out of the car to hug their Uncle. I got out to unbuckle Josh for him to cling himself on me again. Ever since Josh was born he’s always just kept himself attached to me and for a reason he hasn’t really had much interest in John which is very concerning. Maybe it’s just a very long phase.

“Well hello there Daisy! What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Brian picked up Laura who gave him a huge hug.

“We’re going on a picnic to Bushy Park!” Richard yelled as we began walking into the set for the hustling and bustling of the crew.

“Say. Where’s Chrissy anyhow?” Asking Brian as he put down Laura.

“She’s got work and the kids are off with my parents for the week so Chrissy and I could have some us time.” Nodding as we turned the corner for Roger to come strutting out in a school girl outfit! Trying to not laugh but Robert was already losing it.

“Uncle Roger is dressed like a girl!” He began strutting himself towards us to make Laura and even Josh giggle a little bit.

“Can’t believe you managed to round up all Dealings in such a fashion!” Roger commented as Robert finally stopped laughing at Roger’s getup. I’m guessing that this was either his idea or Freddie’s idea. But I’m definitely leaning towards Roger at this point because he’s really enjoying himself.

“Let me guess Roger. This was all you?” Asking as he took off his sunglasses to wink at me. Oh goodness it was! Well he looks fantastic! Brian took off his robe to appear in a pink nightgown and to slip on his pinky bunny slippers. Oh dear God! Wait. ARE THOSE JOHNS PINK BUNNY SLIPPERS!? I got John those slippers back in college because he always complained about his feet getting cold whenever he would come over for homework! He still kept them?

“Love the slippers.” Even one of the buttons is missing when Robert pulled them out when he was a baby. I know it seems stupid to be happy about a old pair of bunny slippers but ya know. We’ve been together for so long and with all our children, it's easy to forget the times when we would do silly stuff like that all the time.

“Mommy where’s Dad?” Laura asked as we could hear John and Freddie laughing down the hallway as Paul came out of the dressing room. He looked at us to roll his eyes and continue on his way to wherever he was going. Paul says that bringing our kids to the studio or the set isn’t a good idea, so John always makes sure we stop by to say hello.

“Dad is probably getting ready so we shouldn’t disturb him okay.” I told her as she held onto her toy fox a little tighter. She is definitely daddy’s little girl and at this age feels kind of empty without him. Trust me it’s difficult when he’s at the studio for ungodly hours and she wants John to read her a bedtime story. She doesn’t throw temper tantrums or anything, just gets all quiet and holds onto her fox a little tighter. Such as she’s doing now. Brian bought that for her on her first birthday and she loved it ever since. Trust me she will never let go of it even if her life depended on it. But it is pretty cute so who could blame her.

Roger began walking us to where they were getting ready with Michael riding on his shoulders and Robert walking ahead of us. Not sure why but Michael has always found Roger to be his favorite out of the three of them with Robert being close to Freddie since he spoils the living hell out of them for birthdays and holidays.

“How’s the music going Rog?” I asked him as we rounded the corner to hear Freddie laughing.

“It’s going great! Freddie’s got another hit in the works so it should be something pretty good as always.”

“Awesome! And how's Dom?”

“She’s doing fantastic! Plan on taking her to Switzerland for the week to celebrate our anniversary.” Oh my god when John and I went to Switzerland before Michael was born was such a wonderful time!

“That’s awesome! Tell her I said hello obviously.” Smiling to see Freddie coming out of their dressing room in their costume. Oh my god they look terrific! Freddie wearing a beautiful black wig with huge pink earrings and pink lipstick. He wore a pink sleeveless top and a black leather skirt.

“The Deaklings!” He laughed as Robert ran towards him and gave him a big hug. Like I said Robert was his favorite and Freddie loved Robert. Hell I think Freddie would want to be his godfather.

“Uncle Freddie! Did Dad tell you we finally got a cat!? She’s super fat, super furry, and the biggest green eyes!” Robert told him which made me smile.

“Never thought she would let you! What’s its name!?” Robert dug into his coat pocket to pull out his Polaroid of the new cat.

“Her name is Matilda!” He handed Freddie the pic as he smiled for the fuzzy cat on the picture. Yes we finally got a cat for the family because they’re easy to take care of, and hello! It’s a cat!

“She absolutely gorgeous. Oh my goodness she’s humongous! Can’t wait to meet her whenever I come over for tea!” Him and Robert began going off as John came out of the dressing room looking like an old lady with puffy grey wig. I couldn't help myself to start laughing for my husband to be looking like my own mother! What on earth is Roger doing to my husband!

“My dear husband what has Roger done to you?” Walking over to him as he placed his hand on top of Josh's head to kiss him. Josh turned himself to start reaching for John to scoop him up and give him another forehead kiss to leave a lipstick mark on his head.

“He’s brought me to misery.” He groaned as he leaned in to kiss me. Giving each other peck to see Robert giggling again at John with Michael just smiling.

“Dad why are you dressed up like grandma!?” Robert laughed with made Freddie laugh. Robert definitely gets Deakys witty comments and his ability to make everyone laugh.

“I think you look cool Dad!” Michael cheered.

“Thank you Michael!” John smiled at the children as Freddie grabbed their hands to start walking them to the set for the free food.

“I’m assuming you’re having loads of fun.” Keeping my eye on Josh for him to latch himself around John as I was hoping in the end. Phew.

“Darling of course.” He kissed my lips again as Laura was still hiding behind me. She squeezed her stuffed Fox trying to hold back her sniffling. Her eyes began to water as her sniffling continued to grow a little more louder.

“That’s not my dad, that old lady doesn’t look like dad..where’s dad..” Wait what? We looked down to see her starting to cry.

“THAT’S NOT MY DAD! WHERE IS PAPA!” Laura exploded in tears as we both looked down at her in confusion. She hid her face behind her stuffed Fox for not knowing her own father before her.

“Laura that’s papa! He’s just wearing a silly costume.” Trying to make her smile but it was not working whatsoever. She was still sobbing as John kneeled down to me to hand me Josh. He moved her in front of her so he could face her and try to calm her down.

“Laura, my princess it’s me! It’s just a costume and a little makeup.” He whipped her tears away so she could see John in all his makeup. She still wasn’t convinced so he ripped off his wig for his poofy hair to expand!

“See? A silly wig and makeup!” He smiled to toss the wig on the ground for her to stop crying. She moved the fox away from her face as she jumped into his arms.

“You scared me Papa!” He got up with her in his arms as her fox dangled behind his neck.

“I’m sorry Princess! Papa wouldn’t scare you on purpose!” John held her tightly as he was so upset he made Laura cry. Even though he’s busy with his work, he loves our little Deaklings with all his soul and hates it when they’re upset. Especially his princess.

“Mr. Hamish doesn’t want you to cry now does he.” He grabbed her fox to place in front of her so she could hold it again.

“No Mr. Hamish doesn’t want me to cry Papa.” She giggled as he put her down on the ground to hold her hand. He even went so far to scoop Josh from me so he could walk with his kids to the set. Grabbing his wig from the floor to watch as he walked away with our children laughing with them.

How is it even possible to love someone so much? I feel like my love for him could explode as he’s such a wonderful father, a loving husband, and one cheeky devil.

#john richard deacon #John Deacon #john deacon one shot #John Deacon x reader #John Richard deacon x reader #queen band #John Deacon Fluff #Freddie Mercury #Brian May #roger taylor #I want to break free #Was inspired by a God!#her artwork is beautiful #made me sob #love dad deacon #respect deacons privacy #my dude retired to fuck off

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Cosplay Apps

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I feel like i have to mention that these days. This is just an awesome app.

Hands down the only app I uses solely for cosplay playinng is CosPlanner. This literally has all you'll need to help plan your next cosplay. Bellow I'll do a breif walk through of this simple but extremely useful app.

CosPlanner has been extremely useful in keeping my projects organized. I have recently gotten into digital planning and i must say at times this baby comes in handy. I find it useful to have everything in one place on my phone or tablet when I'm on the go. It's ideal for those trips to the fabric or craft store. I know I find it cumbersome to carry a note book around with all your to do lists, project notes and reference photos. So let's dive into this app shall we?

This app is available on Android and iOS so no worries!

Make sure to sign up for an account before you get started.

After downloading the app you'll be brought the main Dashboard. Here you'll be able to see all of your current projects. I would have more projects listed but I like to delete them once the year is over....which now that i think about it probably isn't a good idea.

I love that this app alos has a search function. That way if you have many projects listed you can easily search by project title. On this page you can also create a new project by simply clicking on the "+" at the top of the screen.

When creating a new project this app allows you got get as detailed as you want. Here you can include: tv/comic series, project start date, due date, budget and if the project is in process or you're just planning. Once you fill out the info hit save.

Next i like to add reference photos of the character that i am working on. Just find "Reference Images" at the top and click on the "+" see easy.

There's even a section to divide you cosplay in to tasks and Elements.

For Tasks i like to put things such as:

Buy a wig

Buy fabric

Choose or draw a pattern

You get the picture.

While Elements i uses to break the cosplay into parts such as:

Dress

Shawl

Hat

Seashell broach

Styled wig

Both of these lists can simply be added to the app under their respective categories

There's also a "Notes" section for...notes. Herr i like to keep track of what stores i bought items from or list pattern numbers. Sometimes I'll even include my measurements at the time of making a cosplay. So that if in the future I want to wear this cosplay but need to tailor it I will have exact measurements.

Lastly my personal favorite of this app is the progress report. This helps me stay motivated because as you mark each task or element "complete" it will give you a percentage. And as you complete more things the percentage will increase until you're done! I must admit that this can be so helpful. Especially if you have multiple projects going on and you're trying to decide which to complete for the upcoming convention. This has almost eliminated some of panic surrounding con-crunch (is it hyphenated?).

So that's all i have to share for now.

Oh i almost forgot this let's you record your expenses and set an overall budget too.

Now that's all I've got. As i complete things i will probably post my progress percentage and photos.

But at the moment all cosplay stuff is on hold while i move across country (USA).

Happy Cosplaying!

#cosplay #cosplay planning #cosplay ideas #plus size cosplay #cosplay help #cosplay tutorial #poc cosplay #planning #convention #comic con #con crunch #cosplanner

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Pop Comics #5: Astonishing X-men #3. Is Clarity Enough?

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Pop Comics is a series of articles I am doing on the most popular comics according to Comixology’s weekly top 10 list. This week I am writing about Astonishing X-men #3 which is written by Charles Soule, penciled by Ed McGuinness, inked by Mark Morales, colored by Jason Keith and lettered by Clayton Cowles. Astonishing X-men #3 is basically like...a game of Heroclix between The Shadow King and Professor X. The comic starts out with Old Man Logan climbing through an icy astral plane whining about how in an alternate past he killed all the x-men yada yada. There’s a side game where Professor X is trying to get Logan to something or other, without the shadow king knowing.

Meanwhile in, London(you can tell because it says so you see)…

Psylocke, Bishop, and Angel are protecting the X-men in the astral plane from alarmed local authorities. Of course the London police are pretty concerned about the X-men being there--which, I’m thinking of all of the other times the X-men have fought some huge battle or tried to do similar things without the authorities ever really showing up--and so...good on the London police. Eventually the x-men send Angel out to try and calm the situation, but the police shoot him with a razor net or something. Angel starts to wig out but eventually refrains from doing anything; instead he offers to do some kind of hostage swap where an officer goes down to the roof and he goes into their helicopter--which doesn’t seem like a good idea on anyone’s part. And of course, it turns out it’s not. As Logan is taken over by the Shadow King, awakens, and promptly kills the police officer who has came down to talk to aforementioned x-folk. The comic of course ends at this moment.

That’s probably the strongest image from the comic as well. It really captures the distress of the dude, and the sort of dark elf appearance of possessed Logan kind of accentuates the “uh oh-ness” of the moment to a sufficient degree. On the whole, it’s a solid comic to be honest. Everything that happens in it is very clear. You are told very overtly who people are, where they are, and why they are there, so even though I am reading this in issue #3 I know exactly what is happening. In that way it is a very functional workmanlike comic that meets the quota of being a thing that came out this month and appropriately updates the story of your favorite characters. But let’s say you weren’t an X-men fan. And just wanted to read a good comic--I don’t know that it is that. McGuinness figures aren’t that dynamic to look at, and kind of just look like pictures of toys more than they do flamboyant characters locked into an extradimensional fight that defies the laws of reality. I think X-men: Heroclix is an adequate description of how all of the characters look. Which again, is fine. But I mean if you’re an adult, maybe you should be buying those 3A figures instead? Just sayin. I think the main thing that was interesting to me reading this, was the parts with Logan in the astral plane which are meant to take place in a very snowy cold creation of Logan’s imagination.

The story tells us that Logan has made this place for him to traverse because he likes pain. So in theory this is like the worst snow that Logan can imagine. His idea of painful snow. But the depiction of this is very lacking. There’s this blue gradient easing you from the whites to the blues in the sky sometimes into black, which is very soft. And while it denotes coolness, does it really hit as COLD? Add to this, there aren’t very many snowflakes. Logan himself is not even bundled up, just wearing a normal jacket, bare hands, exposed white tank top, some jeans. The choice to keep Logan in this costume undercuts one’s ability to visually apprehend this as a cold place, because dude isn’t even zipping up his jacket. And then there aren’t many physical signs on Logan himself that he is in snow. His hands look frostbitten a little bit on the very first page, but never after that. None of the snow is really sticking to him. And then there’s not much of an attempt to show the scale of him trudging through an endless snowy battle towards a fortress in the distance. As an idea that is very epic and if I just told you it was a snow comic where Logan killed his way through all of his old enemies on the astral plane--I think you’d picture a really rad comic--but there’s nothing like that in this. Compare all of that to Barry Windsor-Smith’s snow in Weapon X:

Which, it’s not fair to compare anyone to Barry Windsor-Smith in comics(though it is worth using his work as a measuring stick to ask for more from artists)--but I think there are some basic principles here that if they had been implemented would have really turned up the volume on Astonishing X-men #3. First of all, note how much snow is flurrying around on the BWS pages. There’s not even space for a colorist to run in here and drop gradients. What is the point? The snow has a physical force in these panels that impacts the figure within it. The environment is impacting what it contains, which creates a much richer sensation as a reader because you have to recognize the impact of this environmental force--wherein the astonishing pages you an just glance over it. Look at how the snow is stuck into Weapon-X’s hair. And look how it freezes to his face. This is the same character! And we are led to believe in Astonishing X-men #3 that that snow is the worst that the same character as BWS has drawn can imagine?? It defies belief.

The great thing about setting something in the astral plane is that the rules of reality don’t have to apply. So everything can be extreme. Everything is the mental dream or nightmare of the image. The most insane unreality. So to set something there, and then to be so boring that you don’t even draw more than a few snowflakes is insane. There are more snowflakes on these two pages in Weapon X than the whole of Astonishing X-men #3. It’s all just lumped into the colorist’s hands, and I know we live in an age where colorists are considered so important--but I don’t think that the best artists in comics are worse than the average colorist--so I don’t get where the trust comes from. The artist should be leading the way not laying back in the cut letting the book live or die based upon the colorist ability to finish up the environments. There are very few colorists who have that level of skill. Like I could see if you were working with Dean White who was going to paint the whole thing for you--but in this case it seems lazy and rushed. Which is crazy--because if you rock it correctly, snow issues should be pretty low on the workload! You can leave so much white! Also--having the word balloons a whiter white than a lot of the snow...doesn’t help visually! These problems with the setting continue into the London parts of the book, which...don’t really evoke London. I mean...I assume the buildings that are drawn there are actually there. But the buildings don’t look any different than NYC, and the London Police and their superiors don’t really have any kind visual signifiers that make you think they are not American. Which is fine. It just means as a reader, that aspect of the book has no weight to it. So what we’re left with in this book is everything is hinging upon how dramatic the writing can pit the stakes between these action figures. My other thing, which is a more general taste thing is “floaty panels”--they are all over here:

I call them floaty panels, where panels are just stacked randomly over each other and then over a bottom image, and then somehow you call it a day, and say “composition”. To me it’s goofy. Like look at the above page. The most background image is Angel starting to freak out, and the panels are basically placed down across his wing. That image is kind of the dramatic underpinning of the whole page--so from a logical point of view it make sense to then visually have that actualized. But all you’ve really done is covered up art and crowded out the most dramatic moment. It’s a taste thing, but I feel that if this page had been on a grid, and the last long rectangular panel was just this unclouded image of Angel about to go nuts--it would have hit harder. Also there’s never any attempt to try and make Angel flying around these helicopters look cool. He literally could still be standing on the building in that first panel and you wouldn’t bat an eye. The bald dude literally looks like he’s just peering out his office door telling people to get to work. But then you look at it, and are like “where would you even show the cool panel of Angel hovering dangerously between these armed helicopters? There’s no space?”

Also...I don’t get it...the net cuts his wing? Perhaps showing this dangerous knived net would have helped? Or just have someone use a gun? Maybe it’s because the story needs a reason for Angel to go crazy, so the net has to cut him? The way that it’s done, it’s the same problem as the Logan stuff in the Astral plane; you are being told by the story that there are stakes, but those stakes aren’t really being shown with any kind of weight. And weightless stakes are not the best thing when you are talking about stories largely about characters that everyone knows can’t really progress beyond their static movie IP stage. But again. This isn’t a bad comic. It’s just very focused on clarity and the mission of conveying a plot. a plot. Without offering much beyond that. Which I think a lot of editors in comics see as a goal to shoot for. Philosophically I think clarity for its own sake is just treading water. Just because you can see something doesn’t mean it’s worth looking at. Rather than clarity, I think value should be a larger goal. How do I create value in you looking at this thing? Because you can have two images of a chair, right? But which one is the one you are drawn to? Is it the one that just looks exactly like a chair? Or is it the one that makes you really examine the chair, and think about your own internal image of the chair to compare? And I mean there are an infinity of things that can spin out of a chair. And that’s just a chair. Surely the astral idea of snow from the perspective of a man like Logan can be more interesting than even a chair. Or we should at least ask for it to be.

#My Writing #Sarah Horrocks #Astonishing X-men #Pop Comics

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ges-sa · 7 years

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Cosplayer Of The Month August 2017 | Kay Bee Cosplay

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Cosplayer Of The Month August 2017 | Kay Bee Cosplay

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”26512″ img_size=”large” alignment=”right” style=”vc_box_circle”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_gallery type=”image_grid” images=”26522,26521,26520,26519,26517,26514,26513,26511,26510″][vc_column_text]Our Cosplayer of the Month for August 2017 is the lovely Kayla from Kay Bee Cosplay. Kayla is a Johannesburg based Cosplayer and I’ve always liked her attention to detail in her cosplays. Let’s find out a bit more about the lady behind Kay Bee Cosplay…[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Hi there lady! Tell us a bit more about the person behind the cosplay persona?

Hi! I’m Kayla. Bubbly, kind, enthusiastic and passionate about everything I do. By day I’m a 3D animator and character designer and when I’m not creating magic, I’m a full time fan girl.

How and when did you get started in Cosplay and why do you enjoy it?

I’ve always known about cosplay but didn’t know it existed in South Africa until I went to Geekfest in 2015. I was overwhelmed by the amount of cosplayers and I wanted to get involved too. So I promised myself for Geekfest 2016 I would do a full cosplay, wig, outfit, and the lot. I did it and I have been cosplaying ever since.

I love cosplay because it’s the one chance I get to be my favorite characters. It’s also another way for me to get creative and make new friends who are as passionate as I am about cosplay.

Do you have any hobbies or interests outside of cosplaying?

Yes! Lots in fact. I love to read and sometimes I write. I draw all the time since I’m an aspiring fan artist. Dancing is in my DNA. I began Irish Dancing at age 9, moving onto Latin and Ballroom when I was 18. During this time I also took up horse riding, really enjoying dressage. Now I figure skate. Oh… I forgot to mention, I also take art lessons.

We all know that cosplay has been become a very expensive hobby these days, do you have hints or tips for other cosplayers as far as cutting down expenses etc. are concerned?

Wise things I’ve learnt

Create a budget, that includes cosplay outfits for the year, convention entrance fees, transportation costs and a little bit extra for just in case.

Look for bargains. Sales come up all the time so keep an eye out, you may be able to snag a great deal on something you need.

Raid your cupboards for odds and ends you could use.

Remember you don’t have to go to every cosplay event and re-wear your cosplays.

What is the one thing that you try and avoid when making a new costume?

I try to avoid comparing my work to others. Since we live in a world where we have access to large volumes of content, it’s very easy to compare. I start a new cosplay with the mindset that this is my version of a particular character and I’m going to try and do it to the best of my ability.

Every Cosplayer has a favourite part of creating a costume or something they are really good at, what is yours?

I love 3D modeling my props.

Tell us about your most epic fail ever, whilst crafting a cosplay costume

It was the week before ICON 2017 and I was busy with Princess Talia’s top. I had to cut out a particular shape on the front panel. So I marked everything, pinned it all down and cut the shape out. Needless to say I cut the shape out of the front and back. I spent the next hour unpicking and replacing the back panel.

Which character do you consider to be your Holy Grail of cosplays?

I believe that each year I will have a particular character who I will consider my Holy Grail of cosplays. One that will put my creativity to the test. This year that character was Princess Talia from Lolirock.

Which international con would you really love to go to and why?

I’m going to be cliché but I would love to go to the San Diego Comic Con. It was the con that introduced me to the world of cosplay when I was 13. To go would be an incredible experience. I would look forward to all the cosplayers, the panels with my favorite creators and I would go on a shopping spree in the artist ally.

South Africa’s convention scene has been growing leaps and bounds over the last couple of years. Do you have any tips for the other cosplayers as to how to stay comfortable throughout the day?

Tips and Tricks

Get a good night’s rest. Cons are really not enjoyable when you’re super exhausted.

Take a bag, with water, snacks and an emergency cosplay kit in it.

Stop and take a break every few hours.

If you’re wearing heels, pack a pair of flats.

Take the season into account when planning your cosplay lineup. You don’t want to be freezing or overheating.

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Real name Kayla Bubb Cosplay name Kay Bee Cosplay Age 22 Current home town Johannesburg

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Facebook Kay Bee Cosplay Instagram KayBee Cosplay Twitter @kaybee_worx

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My favorite anime/manga is

Yuri!!! On Ice

Why do you like this particular title?

I love this anime with my heart and soul. There is just something about the characters and the storyline that had me hooked from the first episode.

Yuri’s story is inspiring and heartwarming. In many ways we are alike and I have never related to a character as much as I did with him. It brought back motivation I had lost and made me dream again. ”

My favorite platform to watch or experience my favorite titles is

Movies, TV Series, Books

Complete the sentence: I want to run after them and tell them that……

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Pictures were supplied to GES-SA by the featured Cosplayer. We do not own these pictures so if you do, and you would like to us to add the credit please drop us a mail to [email protected]

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#Cosplay #Cosplayer of the Month #Kay Bee Cosplay #Cosplay Corner #Cosplay Features #News &amp; Chatter

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2020 Edit: The appearance, description and story has been revamped a lot and is on the Ocs page. Old one under the cut.

Oc ref post, started from a RP. Note: this is about the first time i draw him so his look is bound to change/improve as I become more comfortable with him and get to know/develop him more. My friend’s villain oc.

Name: Sabri (meaning “my patience”) Bastet (meaning “cat goddess”) Ishtar (meaning “goddess of love”). Those two are deity names which he chose. Age: 28 Height: 170 cm Weight: 84 kg

Other: He/Him. Trans man. Gay. Usually has a bored expression.

Summary: Loves cats and peace. Vigilante. Used to volunteer at shelters, worked shortly as a police (yikes) but quit then worked as a fireman. Adopted by two moms. Currently works in a company marketing. Not that much of a strong sense of justice, just does what he can to help out cats/people and feel good about himself too, also boredom. Hard of hearing, wears aids (congenital hearing loss). Lives alone, doesn’t cook, loves instant noodles. Crush on john. Kind. Tends to overthink interactions with people and be anxious. Just trying his best. Not very ambitious. Is a very different person in vigilante mode, very quiet and focused. Clean, least damage style.

Body description: Oval face. Sleepy eyes and thin brown iris. Short fluffy brown hair. Round nose. Thick eyebrows. Strong arms, broad shoulders, big tummy, big chest, big thighs, average legs. Brown skin. Red blush marks and lips. Not that much body hair, small chin beard. Top surgery scars. Has cat scratches all over his arms.

Short Bio:-

Cat man. His vigilante phase started out as him delivering justice to animal abusers (or preventing it) in school and around the neighborhood/city and he kept doing it growing up. He doesn’t go too far though, usually messes with their day to teach them a lesson and taking the animals to safety. Got into fights with teens a lot. Vegetarian and animal activist, volunteered at shelters. He’s a business major but he worked shortly as a police force then quit and worked as a fireman before getting a marketing job. He left the police when he realized it was a corrupt line of work with no hope of trying to fix it and he also discovered anarchism/an-com and he got over his ignorant childhood admiration for police by education. He wanted to study to be a vet, but it was not offered in his neighborhood.

He fought crime by himself as a vigilante, there were people who wanna take over the city and cause meaningless destruction. He had the skills, he was financially well-off, and his boring mind-numbing job (he works in a marketing department for “Parasol cosmetics”, a pharmaceutical company) motivated him further to take on the interesting role of a vigilante. He enjoys the feeling of being a good person. His parents are two moms (trans+cis wlw couple) who travel around, they tell him to come with them but he’s like nah. He’s attached to the pets in the city and also he’s lazy to travel. His messy apartment is full of rescued cats and he gets in trouble with the landlord but still does it. Nobody suspects that he’s hiding a super suit or weapons.

Additional info:

He’s an anime nerd and can communicate with sign language. He tries to get along well with everybody, has mild social anxiety. Can’t cook, always eats outside or orders takeout, or microwaveable/instant food. Likes working out and cardio. Not a morning person. He’s very good at acting extremely different depending on who hes presenting as. Good relationship with parents, even if they don’t spend a lot of time together.

Alter Ego: Shirazi. (He got his name from the fluffy wig attached to the mask) . Nicknamed “kitty boy’’ by Jonathan/Mephisto. also nicknamed “fluffy man’’.

He’s a classic vigilante. Fights crime at night against comic-ish villains who wanna take over the city and harm innocent people. The city loves him. He is selective with the crime he stops and tends to sympathize/analyse the committers.

Fighting style / gadgets: (summary in the pictures)

Sabri likes to finish the job quick and clean. His style is stealth and the element of surprise. He dislikes attention and long-drawn fights. His suit has tough braces on his knuckles, elbows, knees which enable him to take out the enemy fast. The light and quiet soundproofed boots and gloves enable him to sneak undetected. he’s an excellent and fast lock-picker.

Aside from hand-to-hand combat and stealth, his main weapons are knives. They’re not regular knives though; these bad boys can break the toughest armors. He has them all over his suit. He also has a small grapple in his belt to attach to surfaces and a few smoke bombs. His gloves have retractable tough claws which he uses only when necessary, likewise for his boots. He’s fast and agile, and his torso is light yet bulletproof.

Sabri is excellent at dodging and running which makes him a hard target to aim at and injure. His boots also give him an advantage in jumping. He’s really great at hand-to-hand combat but not that good with guns. He has a great memory and gets used to patterns fast.

His bulletproof mask has a voice deepen-er, hearing aids, and heat+night vision. His collar is how he can contact and be contacted by the police or others. His mask eyes can display files sent to him (e.g. camera feeds) in a hologram. He has an application on his laptop where the police mark likely spots of crime on maps or ongoing crimes. He hates the police but needs their intel/surveillance, and as mentioned above, is selective with the reports. He also receives tips/requests from forums he visits anonymously.

He has some add-ons too where he can take for special events. e.g. a tracing kit that can detect materials (e.g. bombs) used in a crime scene, or he can buy things from the black market from the dealers (he’s supposed to arrest them but he makes exceptions…) such as explosives, boomerangs etc.

His catch phrase is Nyaa. (deep ass voice)

Weaknesses:

Distracted by cats Can be reckless Lack of strong long-range gadgets and his damage range is small

#new oc ayy #superhero #oc #sabri #shirazi #also i dont usually design suits so #ok i forgot his blush and lips hhhhng #rp #ref #or #edit: he looks rly different now

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