#oc rambles

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come back my scarab

#myscarab

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⚪ lacroixsebastian-deactivated20041103

Kindred of Los Angeles City, I am pleased to announce that the Ankaran Sarcophagus has been safely retrieved and is currently in my custody. Rest your spirits and do not believe Sabbat doomsdayers you may encounter - Gehenna is but a myth. They are trying to instill panic and doubt in your minds for their own benefit.

Many thanks to my loyal fledgling adjutant for completing this task.

🦜 pirates-life-for-me-yarrrrrr-jack Follow

Look at this sucker thinkin hes slick Hes gonna put his dick in that thing Trust Me!!!!

🏍 bimotchmyfreak Follow

elders fuck better because they ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh put the pussy in a scarmophogoghs

🧨 dadykedamsel Follow

TOP 10 POSTS THAT AGED LIKE MILK

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Anarchs Heritage Post

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🍸 voerman Follow

Kindred saying that having sex with kine is wrong and immoral literally do not know how to have fun ever! You're all soooooo boring! :^P

🍸 voerman Follow

Please ignore this post. Do not ask me about it. I was hacked by my impudent sister.

#text post #not asylum related #Stop sending me asks about this. I do not share her views on the matter.

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⛪ confessionclub Follow

Whoever sent me this: I am not unblocking you but I laughed.

#your beat priestess spoke

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🏍 bimotchmyfreak Follow

fucking HAAAAAAAAAAATE when a mutual u think is ur friend jus fuckin vagues u out of nowhere!!! SO betrayed rn!!!!

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⚪Anonymous asked:

you're so annoying kys cunt your poems are so cringe

🌹 sweetlikevelvet Follow

Well, that's not very nice now, is it?

💋 nr1-vv-simp Follow

I am going to kill you you fucking sonovabitch HOW DARE YOU insult Miss Velour's heartfelt and sincere poetry. I bet you cant even fucking write IEIEO if you fcking had it spelt out in front of you.Im going to track you down and fill your body with so much lead you'll be confused with the tiles you find under wooden hardfloors in 18th century homes. I WILL KILL YOU!!!! I HAVE YOUR FUCKING PHONE NUMBER CUNT!!!!

⚪ ebolacereuhlz-deactivated20130518

dude calm down its not like shes gonna fuck you :/ she doesnt even know you exist lolllll

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163.243.205.42

this you?

⚰ ketaminephreak Follow

HE ACTUALLY DEACTIVATED HIS ACCOUNT LOOOOL

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🌹 sweetlikevelvet Follow

Who would like to exchange some poems this lovely friday night? I'm trying to practice my stanzas and rhymes.

#velvety words #poetry slam

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💾 4realdoggirl Follow

#ranx you know i can see the tags on reblogs right

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⚪ Anonymous asked:

Miss Madonna perchance do you think you'll ever be able to give us a crash course on firearms? Your knowledge on them is so inspiring and fascinating!

💊 pharmadonna Follow

That is so sweet of you! I could make a masterpost on firearm safety guidelines, since that is a topic very dear to me, and I see so many folks around town swinging guns left and right thinking they're cool when they're just being dangerous to others and also themselves. Not to throw shade, but...

#askbox #1) too many people I am referencing here. #2) If you think I'm talking about someone specifically, I am not.

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bro im cooked i straight up saw some kind of face thing crawl out of one of the sewer lids in the street im officially succumbing to the carbon monoxide poisoning

#wtf was that for real!!!!

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🌘 bluemoontalentofficial commercial content Follow

I met my boytoy on r/new_jersey in 2004. We were making fun of everyone there- among the first to do so. We moved to AIM and I had a ghoul hack his account: he loved a freaky ventrue chick. I went to visit him in the sexy part of California in 2012: he fucked on this freaky ventrue chick bodyy

#screenshotting before it gets deleted by the social media manager

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📡 beatmytrung Follow

Screenshot without context.

💈 spanov4style Follow

Take this down immediately or I'll send you a DMCA.

📡 beatmytrung Follow

You have no chill dude, I just posted a screenshot of a video. Didn't even tag it or anything. Didn't you have me blocked? Do you have a burner account or something? lol

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Viva Spanov is the King of Having A Stick Up Her Ass! May aS Well Be A Fucking Walking Cigarette!

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🧟‍♀️ zombieluvr Follow

i have GOT to get my dick sucked freaky style teethless style

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🎡 poemypoe Follow

So excited for my next workshop lesson on sunday! I can't wait to see everybody's progress!

💾 4realdoggirl Follow

can i come over and be cute🥺

🎡 poemypoe Follow

You can always come over if you want to 🤗🥰

💾 4realdoggirl Follow

YIPIIIIIIIIII

🧨 dadykedamsel Follow

can you two be fucking disgustingly corny somewhere else that isnt in front of everyone

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🃏 cainiteworld685493 Follow

leaked footage of LaPooix preparing himself to execute some poor shmuck on October 20th 2004

Join me as I recap all the information I've been dropping here and there about my reagent.

Let's start with his origins. Abel was born as a little girl in a working-class family in Argentina. His mother was a craftswoman who made folkloric garments, and his father was a neighborhood doctor with a small practice; both were fervent left-wing political activists. His parents made sure that their then-daughter was educated and prepared to push back against the obstacles society would put in his way simply for being born a woman.

He grew up as a free spirit, eager to try new things and learn. He was especially drawn to the performing arts; he loved circuses, loved watching trapeze artists swing through the air, acrobats jump, flip, and climb. So great was his passion that his parents didn't hesitate to focus his studies on theater and ballet, which was the closest thing to acrobatics they could find at the time.

His life was good, even after his younger brother was born and his parents separated. Abel never stopped learning or doing what he was passionate about; his mother took care of that.

In his pre-adolescence, Abel was fortunate to experience a positive political climate, where workers' rights were being prioritized. Thanks to the influence of the First Lady, women's suffrage was legalized, at 14, Abel was able to see his mother vote for the first time. This was a turning point for him and his worldview; things could change for the better, even though he didn't yet understand the magnitude of it.

Three years later, there was a military coup, there was political persecution, people could not meet in houses in large groups, they could not walk in the street without being questioned, everyone was a suspect, everything was a reason for legal repression.

Artists, intellectuals, scholars, teachers, doctors, thousands of professionals went into exile on "The night of the brain drain", seeking refuge wherever they could find a place in foreign countries. Abel's father was one of them.

Since then, Abel had no news of his father, who had completely disappeared off the map. The only information he received sometimes came from a family friend who received letters from him every so often.

It appears he found asylum at the home of some Mexican friends living in the United States who were helping him build his life there.

The last thing he knew was that he had been offered a job opportunity; he mentioned something about not being able to talk about the company through letters due to confidentiality issues. Since then, radio silence.

Meanwhile, Abel was becoming an adult, moving out on his own with some friends at the age of 18 and joining a small theater company that did circus acts, as an acrobat and actor.

Everyone thought he was a teenage boy because of how he looked, masculine, but with soft features typical of someone young; he didn't deny it and in fact the confusion made him feel a certain way, as if people were seeing in him something that had not yet blossomed.

He began to hide his biological name and call himself Abel around people who were just getting to know him.

He took on the role of an inexperienced but talented young man, until the role suddenly took hold of him and became his true self; more than putting on a mask, it was as if he had removed one that he didn't know was already beginning to weigh on him.

Along the way he met people like himself, who, spreading the word from friend to friend, managed to find people who brought medication from England to undergo hormone therapy, and he met a medical student who was willing to masculinize his chest.

Abel became one of the first almost fully transitioned trans men in his country by the age of 22; no one outside his personal circle and those involved in his transition ever knew.

The bug of curiosity bit Abel. He reached a point in his life where he felt fulfilled as a person, but his father's abandonment left him with insecurities and doubts. What would his father think if he saw him now? Had he realized his peculiarity prematurely and abandoned him because of it?. He needed to see his father again, to hear from him.

Based on the information that the family friend had given about his father's whereabouts, Abel traveled on what was supposed to be a vacation to reunite with his father.

Upon arriving in the United States, he sought out the Mexican family he was staying with. When he found them, they told him that his father had left for a job opportunity. His father did tell them which corporation he would be working for: Murkoff Corporation.

With this new information, Abel continued his journey, finding very little about the corporation his father was getting involved with. Barely scratching the surface of where his father had ended up.

His search would have come to a dead end if it weren't for a pink propaganda poster that caught his attention, glued to the window of a cafe where he was having lunch.

"Are you lost? Lonely? Poor? Confused? WE WANT YOU!!!"

-Murkoff corp. Charitable outreach

That sign alone screamed sketchy, but it was what he needed to move forward with his search, a specific place to ask about his father.

He approached the volunteer center, only asking about his father, explaining that he had heard he had gotten a job at the company and was looking for him. They treated him like a confused fool, assuring him that there was no Ivan Herrera working there, that he had probably gone to the wrong company.

Their evasiveness only deepened his suspicion and determination; he was sure of where he was.

He ended up volunteering for the therapies, seeing it as the only way to take a step forward in his search; maybe someone had seen him working there, maybe he could question the patients if the security guards didn't want to tell him anything. Of course, he obviously had no idea of ​​the horrors that unfolded within those walls.

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Abel entered the facilities having recently turned 23. During his time in the trials, he was marginalized by the vast majority of American reagents. The problem wasn't how he looked; he struggled speaking English and had a strong accent. Because of this marginalization, Abel sought to join with other immigrants within the sleep rooms; groups were formed, they met and accompanied each other as a small community within the facilities.

There were more immigrants than Abel could have imagined; it made sense, foreigners were among the most vulnerable groups in America. People fleeing dictatorships, seeking a better life for their families, following a dream, a love, a promise; A large portion ended up in a vulnerable place, and consequently, here.

After almost a year of suffering and enduring, he reached his breaking point; He was responsible for the execution of countless people. Their screams, pleas, insults, cries, and their frantic attempts at negotiation for their lives still echoed in his mind.

One day he simply couldn't go on, and decided he was gonna do something different; he was gonna free the victim, or die trying.

He shared his frustrations with his people, presented his idea to them, and convinced them to mutiny against Murkoff. They trusted Abel's judgment and shared his weariness, guilt, and anguish. They all wanted to live, but by this point, they were merely surviving.

The next trial they had was Kill the Snitch. At first, they followed the instructions trying not to arouse suspicion. While doing what they were supposed to do, they observed their escape possibilities.

Once they decided to try to escape through one of the doors the ex-pops come out of, they freed the Snitch thanks to one of their teammates who was an ex-convict, a professional at picking locks.

Two of his teammates sacrificed themselves so that Abel, the Snitch, and one other teammate could escape. Once inside the trial walls, they slipped through ducts, accidentally ending up in abandoned mines deep within Sinyala. There, they ripped off their goggles and threw away their ESOPS, as a final gesture of liberation. They then tended to Danny's wounds as best they could with what they had taken from the trial and rested for the first time outside Murkoff's eye.

Exploring the mines, they found mass graves with thousands of corpses scattered across the floor; the smell was nauseating. Further on, following the train tracks, they saw light at the end of the tunnel, and after almost a year of captivity, they felt the warmth of the sun once more.

Danny and Abel's teammate took the opportunity to escape; Abel stayed behind, for a conviction had been born within him.

He had no way to return to the sleep rooms, but he had a connection with the trial environments. By leaving messages within them, he let his people know that he was still alive and had achieved his goal, that he wasn't going to stop, that this was just the beginning.

He got more people to follow his idea by leaving instructions and markers that only people in his community could understand in order to find him.

They became a sort of small mole community living deep within the facility. Not all of Abel's followers stayed; he gave them the option of staying to help him with his work or simply showing them the way to escape through the desert. Others remained in the sleep rooms and trafficked supplies for them.

If you made it this far, congratulations, you survived a lore full of plot holes and delusions of grandeur. Now I'm going to add some fun facts and extra nonsense that I want to include in this post just cuz

-For some reason, people see Abel as a confidant and tend to talk to him about very personal things, entering into a kind of one-sided emotional bond. This helped Abel to more easily convince his people to follow his ideas.

-He's been nicknamed Argie in the sleeprooms, and Coyle has called him Sport a couple of times.

-His father was in charge of giving medical checkups to some prime assets, and that's why Coyle sees Abel's face as familiar. Abel is almost a carbon copy of his father.

-If he has to explain why his genitalia is the way it is, he attributes it to a birth defect. (More on that, Coyle touched him inappropriately once, at first he thought he had been castrated, then that he had been surgically given a vag as some kind of twisted experiment. )

I gave her memory issues mainly so I could make her more me without my personal info.

And that’s where I MESSED UP.

Now she fears she is not a real person

She can’t remember the faces or names of her family

She remembers random details but never the important stuff.

She can’t remember her own last name.

She knows her first name, age, birthday, and the fact she recently graduated American high school.

She slowly remembers bits and pieces of her life.

But she still feel incomplete, scared, anxious, and just tired of everything being thrown at her.

She doesn’t want to rely on these strangers but she HAS too.

She has to learn how to do things on her own, has to attend school in a world she knows not the history of.

She knows these aren’t her eyes. They weren’t always purple but she doesn’t know what they are supposed to be.

And despite all of that she grows to like parts of this world. She likes the friends she made, even if they made her struggle first. She adores grim though she knows she will leave him one day.

She loves magic and fantasy but finally experiencing it is terrifying but also wonderful. And she feels sad that she was thrown into a magic school but not given the opportunity to learn it herself.

Okay I’m finally talking about these guys since I have ample amount of art made for it—just another disclaimer that this was a shared AU with @unsolved--mystery so whenever it’s not my oc it’s hers! (But for this post both of these ocs are mine! :D)

But also

THIS IS STILL AN +18 ACCOUNT PLEASE NO MINORS 🥹

Regardless of how SFW this post is SHOO!!! I mean yes MHA is like… probably rated Teen or something, but I’m grown bro 😭

Also this AU has yandere ocs. I will put up the appropriate warnings when we get to them because yeah those guys are cray crayyyy. (They’ll all be in one post anyway. I’m glad I have written backstories for all but one of them)

Okay, I think that’s enough disclaimers ya? Ya, I think so, NOW TO RAMBLE!!!

Might as well start off with the Hero Course’s teacher!

The ShadowMan!

His quirk? Shadow Manipulation!

He can basically use the shadows to his advantage, traveling through them, stuffing people in there, and more!

One small problem, actually, two of them!

He can only do this in his shadow form, a tall and terrifying being, but it’s because there’s no light in the darkness and his eyes work as big ol’flashlights! Also, every time he uses his quirk and goes into the shadows, it steals the color off of him! It is annoying but a temporary side effect! However, in his vigilante days he was constantly using his quirk to make a quick getaway, and now he uses it to avoid staff meetings….so he’s kinda…constantly in a grayscale look.

Oh and you can always tell when he’s in a shadow because it will not look as translucent as most shadows can be!

Anyway, yes he did get his hero license but he didn’t like the Hero Association, and became a vigilante—and he was GOOD, he stopped crime before cops could be called in—but he had an issue. He was good at hero work….not publicity. He had a horrible rapport with cops with how he insulted them a lot for being incompetent and not caring about the common people. However, he HATED paparazzi and would break their stuff. So he was doing the right thing but no one liked him.

Eventually the hero association gave him two choices. Return his license and go to the large scale prison for the worst villains…or become a teacher and fix his image.

He only said yes because he rather DIE than eat prison food. (Unfortunately in his youth he was a smidge classist but through dealing with more nuanced cases he understood the importance of understanding others…for the most part…)

Surprisingly, he was good at it and I mean he was STELLAR. Every class that was taught by him became prodigies or made an impact! But…again, a huge caveat:

His classes would start full..and end with maybe FIVE people left.

The training he put those students through was very tough, most didn’t quit, left to 1-B, or he personally kicked them out for lacking the qualifications of a hero.

So, yeah, obviously after backlash the HA had to stroll right back in and tighten his leash even more.

This time? He’s being given a hero support! Someone that can make sure the kids are okay and that ShadowMan was not going overboard.

….THE PROBLEM WAS THEY PICKED THE CURRENT NUMBER ONE HERO—which led to ShadowMan having to be restrained for the level of crashout he had in that room—oh oh it was PERSONAL

He HATED that guy! Bad interaction? No. Evil person in secret? No. Had he been slighted in any way by that hero? Not at all.

So what’s his deal?

…His deal…is that the number one hero is the dog of the HA. Yes the man saved lives far more and far faster than him, he’s given this generation a new symbol of peace…but that’s what he IS. A SYMBOL. He is the coverup for others to not fret over the little details.

The coverup of when people can’t be saved.

The coverup of having to kill villains.

The coverup of actual heroism.

Nobody will ever think about that part when they step into this building. They see the pretty hero on screen telling them that they can be “just like him” but that’s not TRUE. That’s a ploy for the HA to keep funneling in potential kids who they can use in upholding the status quo.

And unfortunately he’s forced to do the same. But for ShadowMan, he at least forced those students to quit, because he couldn’t bare sending a child out there who’s never seen or understood the hardships..and knows they couldn’t handle it.

But he’s not producing enough heroes, and these quirks are getting out of control.

So now, he can’t kick them out, not with that HERO in HIS classroom, he’s going to have to prepare them all for this and hope some know they need to drop out.

Unfortunately, this school year is going to be the absolute worst one in his entire lifetime.

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Oh, and did I mention he’s nearly on bad terms with all the other teachers? Only one of them likes him, they were patrol heroes long ago, but he can’t stand him either.

Too bad that’s the only teacher that makes sure he attends the staff meetings.

All in all…he’s quite the teacher—but you know…speaking of controversial teachers we have one more I want to mention:

✨STITCH A LA MODE✨

you can also just call him Stitch!

From rags to riches he’s gone up in the world as the number one superhero tailor, but also makes outfits for fashion shows.

Obviously he teaches students to understand fashion and working alongside heroes to figure out the PERFECT attire!

…Although..he has…his problems.

He grew up a hero but a major flirt. He was a playboy, a big time one. Annnnnd he may or may not have grown a bit of a mean streak of tearing down people’s work. He hated bad fashion and would change it with quirk.

You dare to put two awful patterns on a TURTLENECK? He’s turning it into strands and throwing it back. You think you can get away with distressed jeans without a fitting shirt? No no NO—he’s gonna rip it up and turn it into a fab outfit.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention his Quirk, fast fashion, can change almost anything into fabric. Especially on people’s clothes! Granted he needs to hold onto it and rip it apart—though he has some sewing needles and his own string that speed up the process or helps him create some tools for himself—but whatever those “ugly” clothes were will either be unraveled or unrecognizable. He doesn’t have too much of a need to use things that aren’t fabric—unless it’s turning rope into a lasso or some metal into fashionable handcuffs…he cannot use living things however. Like, for instance Sheep won’t work but if the wool was cut off then he can! It sounds confusing but I promise there will be a moment where I can draw him in action!

Unfortunately his blunt and immature behavior landed him in the hot seat many times, however no one could deny that he had the best intentions when it mattered (creating clothing for heroes). So, the HA struck a deal for him; he gets to continue his work at UA and he can still live his fabulous life!

He didn’t say yes until he realized who his coworkers were…(which I’ll talk about after this one…). They all attended UA (he barely got in tho so he never shared classes with the other teachers) AND MAN HE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSHES ON THESE GUYS GROWING UP! It resurfaced so fast when he got to see them again—however he was a bit of a bad boy tho so he was not very liked 😵‍💫 and he associated with an even worse crowd back then….but he’s refined! Reformed? Kinda—he never acts up around the students of course.

Teachers however?

…Fair game! He loves instigating! >:3 He also just adores the other teachers…

Although he knows his flirty nature can get him in trouble he means well…usually…!

He’s jut big on physical touch. Like, BIG on that! He’s used to the bunch of affection that he learned at home. So he desires that. You better tell him if you’re uncomfortable otherwise IT’S HUG TIMEEE!!

By the way he loves correcting people that he’s not French, or..well…ethnically speaking he’s got a lot of different ethnicities blended in (some Spanish, the French, probably an Englishman in his family tree somewhere, etc) but his nationality is American but man he HATED being in the Deep South. He high tailed it to France and then later UA! He loves traveling and putting his findings into his clothes. Considering he’s from America he’s used to the melting pot so obviously why not share it with the world!

Surprisingly students love him despite the controversies he’s been in. That’s also because his motto is “Everyone deserves to look their best!” So no matter what he’s going to make sure those students feel confident in how they look. No one’s leaving his class insecure (or badly dressed).

Also fun fact he’s not that tall, he’s 5”10…Shadowman is 6”0…we’ll see the heights of the others veryyyyy soon…

poppy playtime oc/self insert bc i have no self control and i draw to anti-cope (oc info n shit below the cut)