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𝕿𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬; 𝕳𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝕭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝕾𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

Ｈａｎｎｉｂａｌｘｒｅａｄｅｒ

CHAPTER 1

RAIN hammered the ground like pelting bullets, sizzling under the night sky - a shade of melancholy grey - almost eternally. As you wondered about the horizon, the putrid stench of death was near; whatever it was, you couldn't help but to feel unease. Your gloved hands reach to tighten the leather jacket around your form, pulling it close to your shivering body. The droplets of water were cold like piercing snowflakes, it was immensely distracting. Leaning against the wall, you let your gaze wander across the empty street. Tall lampposts adorned the sidewalks, luminescent lights that glowed amidst the pelting mist brightened the mellow street by a not so much percent. You tugged at the hem of your beanie, an innuendo your partner would get.

'Admirable choice of scenery' you muttered, heaving yet another breath in.

The camera on the pole twisted away from your disgruntled form.

"Trust me, I've been through worse." A voice chuckled through the comm and you rolled your eyes, huffing with distaste.

"Rich coming from a person not doing fieldwork."

"Don't be silly, it's my turn to sit while you do the fieldwork." Alis retorted. "We are Assasins are we not?"

"You aren't. I am, you are just a frail little puppy that follows me along." You huffed, though the reason you never wanted her near was because of the danger that awaits.

'I'll just let that brat figure things out for herself'

Following the incident as to which Alis had found out about your profession, you had thought she would resent you, but in reality, she was smitten by it. You had thought she was completely oblivious to the term 'assassin', let alone stupid of the fact at what it actually is, but it was when she had tried to blackmail you because of it, you knew she wasn't normal. It was also the sudden realization that Alis was Beverly's adopted sister, had sent you into a massive downhole spiral. You were stuck between two roads and two walls. You eventually agreed, and she was - ironically - your mentee now.

"Remember the last time we were nearly massacred by Big Ben, and the only thing you cared about was missing the dinner date with that hot psychiatrist?"

You scrunched your nose.

"It's Alana Bloom." You corrected. "And it's not a date - just what friends do when they want to have dinner together."

"In a French restaurant with flowers perched on the table? With Red sultry wine that tastes exotic once you drink it?" She mused. "Sounds pretty romantic to me."

"Your sister, Bev, wouldn't think the same, and besides I took him down." You asserted conceitedly, though your tone uniformed. "You don't have a say in this - you are too young."

"I'm only nineteen."

"What did I say?" You warned and heard a huff - one that could only mean submission. "Also, did you tell Bev you're with Sam?"

You remembered her talking about a restaurant she wanted both of you to go to, but it was all a slur, and you rejected her offer - mainly because of the client today.

"No..." She said slowly, her guilt blatantly obvious. "I informed her that I'm going to learn martial arts with you."

Ah yes, our typical cover story. Which was also true, because Beverly had wanted Alis to learn the art of defense.

'I mean, this is still the same...right?'

"I'm only teaching you without pay, simply, because Bev is my friend - not because I wanted to, If you were wondering."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." She scoffed. "Come to think of it, how can you balance your job being a gardener, a martial artist, and a bodyguard?"

You shrugged. "Life, I guess."

Realizing that your mask is twisted to the side, you adjusted it, but the sound of rustling behind you had made your body stiffen. Your hand instinctively went to the gun on your holster and laid it there, closing your eyes to tune into your surroundings.

"Location of target: Clover. How many yards?"

You heard a clang and suspected her foot smacked the table.

"Hold on a sec." She mumbled and proceeded to type profusely on the keyboard. "Wait...why are the cameras suddenly...."

The sound of tapping abruptly stopped.

"(Y/n)."She breathed out. "Zero yards-"

Opening your eyes, you flung around, with your feet raised high in the air. They scrambled back in time your foot smacked the pole, falling onto their backs. You raised your foot in an attempt to smack them with your heel, but they jumped and tackled you to the ground, causing your comm to slip out from your ear.

"(Y/n)" The woman, presumably Clover, grunted, getting on her toes. "I'm not here to fight."

You froze in your tracks. How did they know my name? You clenched your fists and raised them into a fighting stance.

As you lunged forward, her eyes widened and she took a step back.

"Don't even think ab-"

You threw a punch and she ducked, only to be met with your knee instead. She, once again, fell to the floor and groaned.

"For fucks sake-" She yelled, getting back to her foot. "Can you just-"

Another punch to the stomach had cut her off and she cowered in pain, spitting out the blood in her throat. Finally having the opportunity to do so you unlocked your holster, and took the gun out. The grip was slippery due to the rain, but you didn't mind. You wanted this to finish, and go home. Sighing, you pressed the gun against her temple. Her head slowly rose and with her free hand, she smacked the gun away within minutes. Still recovering from the shock, you had made no time intercepting her next move. She leaped forward and tackled you to the floor, pressing both your wrists against the side of your head.

"Can you just wait for one fucking minute and not go apeshit on me?!" She yelled, and you could only raise your eyebrow in amusement.

"Who are you?" You asked, voice slightly muffled from your mask. "And...why are you here?"

"I sent you here."

"Oh?"

You pushed her off and she yelped. Standing up, you slammed your foot against her leg, breaking the latter with a satisfying crack. She made no time to scream, as you shoved your palm against her mouth, dragging her across the rough surface to a nearby pole. You need answers, you are tired, annoyed, and after a full day of training from Alana that Jack had instructed her to do, it's no doubt you need them now. She heard a click and looked hazily over to her hand being cuffed against the pole.

" Who are you?"

"Look, I want you to be real - real calm if you want to know the answer." She slurred, looking at her limped leg. "And you're going to be really sorry bout the leg you broke."

You only raised a brow. The woman lazily flitted her eyes to you and twirled her hand around.

"Because..." She began, her tone of voice rising into a question, similar to when someone had decided to divulge something secretive, with a sly yet familiar smile you always recognized. " I...."

"am..."

"your roommate-"

Before she could finish, a loud shout had diverted both of your gazes to the side. It was a girl - a little one.

oh, shit, oh no she didn't.

That little fucker, I'm going to-

Alis ran towards you with a battle cry, and tackled you to the ground with a grunt. You assumed she thought the cuffed person was you, and therefore attacked you without clearly seeing the situation beforehand.

"Wrong-" You grunted, standing up with her thrown over your back.

She thrashed her arms wildly.

"-Target." You finished, pinning her to the ground.you?"

"You wouldn't respond!" Her voice cracked. "And-and I thought you were battling with someone who is a-"

"Librarian?" You nonchalantly butted in, and Alis raised her brows.

"What?"

"This is Erica Clamant." You - tone still monotonous - waved over to the already grinning agent. "She's an undercover agent, alias is Emilie Wavers, a librarian seeking answers from whatever her mission is."

Alis suddenly beamed. "You're the Erica Clamant, my mentor-"

"Brat? Can you not call me that? I'm not that old."

"-that has been talking about?" She finished anyway.

"I've heard so so much about your operations!" She continued, jumping up and down excitedly. "I know about Paris, Cuba, and so much more!"

Erica suddenly grew conceited, but upon seeing your distasteful attitude, she coughed and held out her hand.

"What's your name kid?"

"Analise Katz! I'm sure you've heard of Beverly, my sister?"

"Of course, she visits us every day." She replied.

"Enough introduction, I'm not hesitant to break another leg." You muttered, gaining the attention of the beaming brain cells. "So, Erica, why are you here?"

"He's back." She spoke. "He threatened - my alias - that if I'm not going to divulge your whereabouts...then he'll find you himself."

"Ah."

You cocked your head to the side and processed the information divulged, with a cross of your arms. Silently, you unlocked the cuff and stood her up, putting an arm around her waist, and hers on yours as leverage. She grew worried by your blank expression, as she knew you and him never quite had gotten along.

"....You have a remarkable skill." She said slowly, eyeing you from the side.

"The ability to shut down my emotions?"

She nodded, albeit sadly. "And pain."

Your ability had made you well-known in the organization, but your name was never divulged, nor your appearance. You were despised, envied, mocked, and you would always pass by assassins rattling on about you. Some of them were admirers and foes, to which you never bothered to care about.

Calypso you were, the name designated for you. You would kill people gracefully without mercy; wouldn't feel pain if shot. But to all myths, there is always an explanation for such things. The aftermath of shutting down your pain receptors drains your energy. It will make you fatigue, so fatigue that you'd need to lay in bed for two days or more to recover. And shutting down your emotions had made you feel mood swings that changes drastically. You'd be calm at this moment and in the next, you'll be cold. It was unpredictable.

"I want to help you," Erica stated, concerned for your well-being. "He'll do anything to get to you, there's no telling what he'll do to you if you won't cooperate."

"You don't have to." You said with a casual wave. "Everything you do doesn't matter."

Glancing to the right, you had realized how hard the rain was pouring, and looked over to Alis shivering near the pole.

"It's raining really hard now," You announced, flitting your eyes to Erica with a meaningful stare. "Let's go home, I'll deal with you later."

"Listen-" Erica began, but you glared at her.

"No you-" You jabbed her chest, and she took a step back from the force. "Listen to me."

"For sure, I know he's going to kill me," You admitted. ", but that doesn't matter. If you are going to constantly remind me of him, then the person that will be killed in the hands of him is you."

"You can't just say that!" Alis yelled, running to grab your arm.

You shrugged her away.

" My family was killed." You spoke, voice utterly dull, albeit inside you were shattered from the thought of them. "My husband murdered, daughter gutted...mother-in-law slaughtered. Do you think that I would care about the imminent death that awaits me?"

"We do," Alis stated, you ignored her comment and walked towards Erica with an austere look in your eyes.

"I am a murderer, who kills people for a living, I highly doubt that I can renew all the karma I've done."

She narrowed her eyes.

"I don't expect you to change, although I can assure you that there's time."

You scoffed incredulously.

"I'm not changing."

She sighed, shaking her head at your stubbornness. As she was about to continue her rant, a certain question caught her eye. In fact, why hasn't she ever thought of this question ever since you both had met?

"Fine, if you aren't going." You declared. "Then I am. Alise let's go."

"Why do you kill people?"

You hesitated and paused in your tracks.

"I..."

Realizing the deserted aims of your intentions, you lapsed into silence. You had only joined the organization when you were young, brought, and stolen from an orphanage. Killing had fed you and made you slept under a roof. Although the conditions were harsh, frequently witnessing the death of good comrades, you were thankful. Without it, you would be left to rot near a ditch. But really, all this time, why did you continue doing this after the death of your family? Over the far distance, a shadowed figure of a little girl hovered by the lamp post. You looked down at your hands, imagining them stained by the blood of your colleague.

"Control." You answered, and you can tell Erica was shocked.

She took a step back and Alis, the only person to understand your somber personality, is suddenly startled.

"Does controlling life and death seem appealing to you?"

Her brows furrowed, and realized something important.

"Not one bit," Erica replied and grabbed Alis by the shoulder. "I don't know why Alis - only nineteen - had agreed to go with you."

"I just wanted to-" She began in defense.

"No, kid you don't understand. This is risky business and I don't want you anywhere near it again." She lifted her gaze to you casually crossing your arms.

"And I don't know what's gotten into you. But my offer still stands"

She turned around and brought Alis along. And there she goes out of the rain, limping along with Alis, who looked back to you with sad eyes.

You hung your head and nodded, shoving your hands into your pocket. She returned the nod and shifted to look forward, continuing her journey with the woman. The figure by the lamp disappeared, and you looked up at the rain, feeling the piercing droplets caressing your face. The rain had reminded you of the time Hazel and you use to knit sweaters by the campfire, while Tom, your husband, baked pastries for his small shop you sometimes help with.

The sweet honeyed aroma of baked bread and croissants would fill your nose, making you drool already at the taste of it. Hazel would distract Tom, while you snuck some out from the oven and later you would share it with the little girl. He would eventually found out and he'll always laugh in amusement.

With trembling hands, you held up the piece of paper and examined the writing, smeared by the blood of your little child.

"Ah, ma douce enfant. Tu as ce que tu mérites. Tu m'as quitté et maintenant tu vas brûler :). Au fait, quel beau mari tu as!"

Inner rage immediately consumed over you and your shaking fist crumbled the paper, ripping it to almost shreds. You gave a cry of anguished and held three of the dearest people in your life close to your chest, dead at the pool of their own blood.

Upon the memory, you sighed and stayed in the spot. It was a peaceful minute, dwelling under the speckled stars...

....once ruined by a black fabric hovering over your head.

"I apologize, but considering my medical knowledge, I cannot allow you to remain under the rain when it is this cold." A voice spoke up, and you turned around surprised by his bold yet polite manner.

He sounded sarcastic, to say the least.

You were met with shark brooding eyes and a beige-colored suit. His blond peppered hair stood out from his bold physique, and his stance was precise and confident. There was something more to it though, but you couldn't put a finger on it.

"Oh." You snapped out of your daze.

His head tilted to the side.

"You seem a bit...somber. Is there anything wrong?"

"No..." You replied, mimicking his head tilt.

He smiled and nodded.

"Well, then, in that case." He extended the umbrella to you. "You can go home with this."

You stared at him blankly.

"Am I..?" You pointed to the umbrella with a raised brow. "Suppose to take it?"

He gave an amused chuckle. "What else would you do?" He asks.

"Oh, I don't know..." You trailed. "Impale you with it?"

"Wise choice." He hummed and you nodded.

"Enough talk, I will be expecting you to return this to me tomorrow." He grabbed your hand and wrapped it around the handle, and before you could protest, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to you.

"My address is there, you must know that I am also a psychiatrist." He informed, and you unrolled your fist, staring at the card.

"Perhaps, I could help you with whatever crisis you are currently dealing with." He continues, taking off his jacket, and draping it across your shoulder. "And I expect you to be well, in order for our session to work."

"This is happening so fast." You spoke dumbly. "Why are you so inclined to help me?"

He paused in his tracks and beneath the soaked hair, his glassy eyes met yours with a tinge of somberness to it. His accentuated lips curved into a smile.

"Isn't helping people what psychiatrists do?"

You shrug nonchalantly, and inside he took a bit of offense from it.

"I don't know, all I do is teach people how to beat other people up."

He opened his mouth to comment on your choice of words, but decided against it, only nodding in reply.

"I shall be leaving now." He stated, and immediately the aura around him grew intimidating. "See you tomorrow, I suppose."

As he left, you were a bit annoyed by his sudden appearance.

"Strange man." You muttered. "You can't just appear out of nowhere and expect me not to be offended."

Shaking your head, you examined the umbrella and sighed.

"Guess I'll have to return this tomorrow, besides I need to go to the BAU early anyway." [ masterlist ] [ CH 2 ]

#hannibal x reader #will graham x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #will x reader #x reader

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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The Villainnesse

disclaimer: im not very good and you know fbi things, so their work as shown here may be innacurate (so dont kill me pls)

its also sort of a new au i think- since inserted new characters.

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[ The Blacklist x reader ]

7 hours earlier

Cooper's eyes were trained intently on the screen, observing with such scrutiny as he shifted his weight to the other foot, crossing his arms. He ignored the rapid footsteps pacing around the floor, the hushed murmurs and whispers exchanged by the busied agents, only to focus his attention on a particular criminal mastermind.

And that particular criminal mastermind is You.

But here's the exception: you don't have an organization. He thought it was strange at first, that the Bureau would term you a 'criminal mastermind' as such, considering that all the things you do aren't gang criminal related nor mafia criminal related, but rather with the application of theft( you stole government files). However, you did have contacts with notorious criminals, which he presumed is where you mainly get your sources, and you do demonstrate the mindset of a criminal mastermind: a careful planner, cunning and meticulous. They tried to catch you many times, and all of those times they had, always failed. You were inaccessible.

Currently, he was looking at a blurred picture of you, taken just yesterday near a gas station; you were wearing a bob wig, cat-eye glasses, and is dressed in an abnormally pink suit. Cooper's task force had managed to track you down two days ago, leading him to assemble a stakeout operation that led him to you, and hence the blurred taken picture. Then there was your entourage, Nero your Russian butler, Jackson, your muscle, Ares, your bodyguard, and Peirce, a somewhat petite martial artist. It was pretty evident that you were self-aware about being followed, and managed to slip away before they can get to you.

"Stole a handful of documents..." An agent muttered from behind.

Cooper craned his neck to meet the female agent, Ariel Stockham.

"What kind?" He asked, diverting his gaze back to the screen.

She plodded over to his spot, and stood beside him, mimicking his crossed arm gesture. She furrowed her brows, pursing her lips. On her arms were files, mainly documents about you, and with a wave of her hand she spoke:

"Not much, military projects, scientific ones..." She trailed, tossing the records on the table with a sigh. "...ones that are, strictly speaking, primarily funded by the government."

He hummed in contemplation, venturing to connect the dots in his head in an attempt to uncover your next whereabouts.

"Are they still running?" He asked. "The projects?"

"No, sir. Nearly all of them were shut down." She replied, then her eyes slightly widened when a thought passed her mind. "But...but...but..." She held up a finger. "There is one, I think..." She slid into her seat and began typing furiously. "I'm going to get really really techie here, I apologies if so, but uh...there's a program. Not sure if it's a program or a project...not sure if those words are the same thing...and I'm not sure if-"

"Agent, Stockham." Cooper cuts off her rambling with a tight smile. "Please, the files."

She looked up to him, back to the computer, then to the large screen. Rubbing her neck sheepishly, she cleared her throat.

"Yeah, right so uh...here's the issue..." Her fingers resorted to typing again. "There's this project slash program that is way back in '99. Or years before that...it is highly-and when I mean highly- extremely classified. It was shut down years later after its release, mainly because it didn't work so well..."

"I've heard about it too." Ressler stepped in, shrugging as he continued. "It's pretty classified, to say the least, but the program takes volunteered agents or civilians to do tests on them to measure their intelligence. After the tests, they'll start to figure out ways on how to 'up' their capacity to obtain knowledge."

"Like a super-soldier program?" Cooper spoke, and Ressler nodded.

"Something like that."

"It's also termed as the 'method of loci'." She added, waving her finger in the air. "It's a strategy used to enhance a person's memory by utilizing visualization the subjects is familiar with, sorta trapping 'em into their brain so that when they want to use the info they want, it just...comes."

Cooper nodded, absorbing all the information in with a purse of his lips.

She pressed a button and on the screen, a picture was pulled up. Her body visibly relaxed. " The Palace Intelligence program." She finally said. "Labelled as TPI, for short."

It wasn't even a second that a look of confusion flashed upon her face. Her brows crinkled, and her lips turned into a frown. Darting her gaze to the computer, the typing resumed, this time her look became more intense.

"What is it? What's wrong." Ressler asked, going behind to look over her shoulder.

Cooper followed. She glanced at the screen then to her computer.

"That's...odd, it...doesn't make any sense..." She muttered under her breath but raised her voice once Cooper gave her a questioning look. "The files...they...it's still there."

He leaned away, plodding towards the screen, confusion almost evident in his tone. "What are you implying?"

She paused and turned around. "They weren't stolen."

Ressler flinched. "What?"

"It says here..." She motioned over to her computer. "That the files are still there. It's locked in a facility, presumably the Cia or whatever, and there is no report of a missing file that goes by the name of TPI."

"Then, what did she stole?" Ressler pressed.

"My guess?" She leaned casually in her seat, her voice wheezing slightly as she stretched. "The coordinates."

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The cold harsh air swished past her face and Nero tightened the grip on the sniper, clenching her teeth to fight the cold. She was under surveillance while you were left off to plan in your mind palace, a thing she's certainly used to after all those years. She zoomed into the guards by the metallic doors and sighed, standing up to trot over to her master. You were near the tree, murmuring to yourself quietly.

With a collective sigh, she plopped down next to you.

"Master, I do not mean to disrespect," She began, and you perked your ears, half-listening. "But are you sure that this is going to work?"

The rustling of the map stops and you turn to face her. Nero looks certainly tired.

"Oh, don't be so pouty." You mused, patting her shoulder "I assure you, his will work just finely. Count on the teamwork we ensue, the positions we are in and there you have it. Our mission is accomplished. We'll rescue the kids-or since they've grown by now, adults-and pop by Denny's. I heard his steaks are flourishingly delicious. I suppose we could have a try."

Nero sighed again, exasperated by your lack of concern, knowing all well that this isn't you speaking.

"Illian-" She began but realized her mistake.

"It's (Y/n)." You replied calmly, folding the map and tucking it into your vest pocket.

"(Y/n)," She repeated, shifting to crouch over the snow, her look was so serious you had found it almost amusing. Why is she taking this so seriously?

"Have you not taken the drastic measures into account? The lives of the kids if we fail? Whether we are infiltrating a military base and not a technologically advanced laboratory?"

You tilted your head innocently.

"You-" She groaned, sighing heavily rubbing the bridge of her brows. "Did you not realize we have the FBI at our tails? We've left a mark (Y/n), they are going to pursue us."

You nodded, replying calmly. "Yes, I am very well aware of that"

Nero resisted the urge to sigh again. What is it with you being so calm in situations you aren't supposed to be calm in?

"And you are fine with it?" She spoke, her tone evidently incredulous.

You shrugged, smiling.

"What is there to be worried about, Nero?" You said. " I've got in all planned out.

Nero sighed knowingly.

"I suppose you are always right...you always.." Her voice fell into a hushed whisper. "most certainly are..."

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The crease in his brows turned into a frown.

"Sir, we got a hit." A voice interrupted. "The Villainness's location is located."

"Where?" Cooper asked, and Aries scrambled towards the tech guy.

"Canada sir, Alberta," He replied trailing as he continued typing." somewhere more desolate...near a cabin maybe...and." He pressed a button, and a picture of a building was pulled up on the screen. "It seems to be here somewhere..."

Aries widened her eyes, once again scrambling for her computer.

"Wait I recognize that..." She declared, holding up her hand as if to stop anyone from doing anything. "It's one of the testing sites for TPI."

"Still running?"

"No, sir. Abandoned."

"That's just more confusing." Ressler mused. "What is she hosting? A drug festival?"

Aries snickered, stretching her arms languidly on the chair, relaxed once she realized she's not doing fieldwork.

"Eh, the building's pretty worn down too so..." She shrugged. "She's probably making something."

Cooper ignored the comments made by the two and went down straight to business.

"I want all agents on this." He announced. "Ressler, Yannak, and Bolton,"

The series of heads darted up when their names were called.

"I want all of you to go in, send in a SWAT team. Make sure she gets into cuffs this time."

"Understood" Ressler nodded and jerked his hands to the elevator, signaling the others to go.

Little did they know they would be led into an abyss of confetti and glitter.

No, literally.

[ part 1 ]

#The Blacklist #the blacklist imagines #the blacklist x reader #Harold Cooper #Raymond Reddington #i kinda wanna continue it but too lazy rn

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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the way his hair blows so dramatically everytime, gets me

“Imagine the craziest woman in Seocho-dong who was once your enemy, siding with you. We’ll be allies.”

#the fiery priest

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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yes.

lmao i love this stupid show

#yes please #this part killed me #look at how done he is

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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*cries in simp*

priest haeil (♡´艸`)

#the fiery priest

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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the amount of swag radiating off from this post sends me

Two priests and a nun walk into an illegal gambling establishment

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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You bored, or feeling artsy but don’t have any inspiration...? *updated!*

Do you need to distract yourself? Or are you simply bored? Here are some great websites to make the time pass.

create pixel art

Awesome photo editor and art program, all free…!

Totally free transparent textures

make a cute chibi

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paint online

another awsome site to create pixel art on

and another one

create your own mandala

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create an avatar

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here you can interact with organisms in different environments to see how to music changes

here’s a website that translates the time into hexidecimal colours,

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Want to build your own planet

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make your own pattern (very useful if you need a new background)

create next hit comic

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more jig saw puzzles to solve

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you can also play a guitar

create sounds

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design your dream home

sketch rooms

explore fashion trends and create your own sets

build a website

try this app for building a website

Or maybe start learning how to code!

design your own t-shirt or a beanie or sweatpants and order them

design your own phone case

pretend to be a graphic designer with this cool online tool

Make your own Glitch art

Here’s another glitch art maker

And another!

Holy hell, here’s a third!

make an image look like it was created by a commodore 64

freaking cool text generator!

Easy to use word processor

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Wanna see how something you write would look like if it was on JacksFilms YGS((Your Grammar Sucks videos on YouTube))?

Make pictures out of text

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Need an idea for some fanart-here :D

Still haven’t found something that would float your boat? Try these:

watch a documentary

learn to code

do something yourself

workout with the help of this great youtube channels

learn things

play pokemon or zelda or other awesome old school games

waste your time on miniclip

play games at additing games

or try games at agame

calm your thoughts

the quiet place

it will be okay

vent or listen to someone

pour out your soul

explore the sky

look at art from around the world

virtually visit museum of iraq

explore world with arounder

create a music playlist

list through rare books

scroll useful science website

create sand art

brain games

try out tastekid and discover new favorite band or movie or book

interactive 3D anatomy

random street view

post a secret

create a family tree

find our what’s the difference between x and y

help scientists and become volunteer researcher

create your own font

read a classic short story

In the mood to read, but not sure exactly what book to go for?

scribble on maps

listen to letters

play with acrobots

listen to podcasts

make a bucket list

Ever want to see the most truly useless websites in creation?

Prank a friend with this blue screen of death!

Zone out watching the colors drip down

Maybe none of these peeked your interest-maybe you’ve been wanting to create an o.c, but never really knew how to start-or you just enjoy making O.C’s….

This masterlist is to help you in making your own OCs….it can also apply to developing RP characters i suppose! (´ヮ`)!

How to Write Better OCs:

basic tips on how to make your oc even better

tragic backstory? learn how to write one/make yours great

writing specific characters

a wordier, great guide on how to develop your character

kick out those vague descriptions and make them AWESOME

Character Development:

how to actually make an OC

Q&A (to develop characters)

more Q&As

giving your character a backstory

how to write an attractive character

Need an Appearance idea?

Humanoid generator? check

Here’s another one

and maybe if you didn’t like those this’ll work

Need Monsterpeople?

Well, then here ya’ go

Maybe you need Cats?

Diversity

adding more racial diversity

avoiding tokenism, AKA, how to add diversity to your cast not just because you “need” it

writing sexuality and gender expression (doesnt include non binary, if you have a good ref to that, please add on!)

masterpost on writing more diversity into your story

cultures of the world

guides to drawing different ethnicities (not just a great art reference, but also really helpful in appearance descriptions!)

Mary Sue/Gary Stu

Test to see if your character is a Sue

Explains subdivisions of Sues/Stus

Powerful Characters Don’t Have to Be Sues

Villains

villain generator

need an evil sounding name for your evil character? bam

villain archetypes

what’s your villain’s motive for being a villain?

Relationships

character perceptions (What your character thinks of themselves and what others think of them)

how to write strong relationships between two characters

8 ways to write better characters and develop their relationships with others

OCxLove Interest Handbook

develop your couple with good ol’ Q&A!

how to write realistic relationships

how to write relatives for your characters (this is more OC related to a canon character, but will help in writing family members in general)

ARCHETYPES

12 common archetypes

8 archetypes for male/female characters

female archetypes (goes pretty indepth from two main categories)

a list of archetypes

NAMES

how to name your character

random name generator

most common surnames

surnames by ethnicity

APPEARANCE

tips for better design

basic appearance generator

pinterest board for character design (includes NSFW and images of skeletons/exposed muscle (?) so tread carefully!)

clothing ref masterpost

Clothing generator

Another clothing generator

More clothing generator

Aaaand even more

Steam punk clothing

Char Style preference

Dress Generator

DETAILS

give your character better powers

a list of professions

proactive vs reactive characters

positive and negative traits

interest generator

skills generator

motivation generator

123 ideas for character flaws

list of phobias

Oh shit someone died

Backgrounds and stuff? yep

Quirks

Personality. you need that shit

Need something fandom related?

City generator hell yeah

location? got ya

World-building?

make your own god damn laws

Landscape.

Need Item names?

Fantasy/sci-fi/etc. medicine names

Stuff to make things more interesting.Weapons, clothes, treasures… whatever your characters need.

Item & Artifact Generators

Other stuffs!

Genre, Plot, & Story Prompt Generators

How did your characters meet?

Fanfic plots. you bet your ass.

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