Cell: See You Around, Darlings. Pac: [Whispering] He Called Us Darlings? Mike: Pac, This Guy's Crazy—

”What if nobody likes my story?” Well do you like it? Your story will always have at least one fan. Write for yourself and the right audience will come along.

swnd him to myhouse.wad

afraid

AU in which all Pepito wants is for Pepito’s dad to start smiling again. Pepito knows that Apa Roier is a HUGE fan of Spider-Man, aka Quesadilla City’s most popular superhero, but he’s been real sad since Spider-Man stopped hero-ing a couple months ago when his rival and WORST ENEMY Black Cat disappeared. And Pepito just wants Roier to be happy, so Pepito’s just gotta find Spider-Man and make him a hero again! (And maybe Pepito can get his autograph, because Spider-Man is Pepito’s favorite hero too!!!)

[An au in which Roier retires as a hero when the man he was working up the nerve to ask out vanished into thin air in a factory explosion after a fight gone wrong. He never even got to find out Black Cat’s name, and now he never will…]

[And, an au in which Cellbit has been stuck in the hospital for months in a coma, and all he’s been dreaming of is the masked hero he’s in love with.]

As he deserves.

what if someone gives him a nice normal hug with zero ulterior motives

So I was going through some surname headcanons and I have one thing to say: yes Cellbit is technically surname-less (if not taking his merrige to Roier into account) however I have a better propsition:

Cellbit Paranormal

Some Mr. Verity backstory headcanons

Honestly, we know pretty much next to nothing outside of his life as the Mr. Verity and I believe this is rather on purpose: all there is to him is his endless dedication for the hunt to the paranormal for that all his life has been and probably will ever be, or so he believes, so I kind of thought about some hcs about his backstory:

His name is Abraham. I kind of hc'ed his name before as Theodore but when I saw someone pointing out that he is a foil to Abraham Strach, I believe Cellbit subtly pointed that his name is Abraham as well, since we know that in his driver's license is registered as "A. Verity".

There simply isn't a period in his life prior to the paranormal: His oldest memory is him, knife in hand and backed against a wall as he pants, staring at the blood zombie he just killed. He doesn't remember anything prior, if he had parents, family, nothing. A boy who came out of nothing and with nowhere to go.

The agents that found him reach the conclusion that he's an orphan or maybe the cult they killed claimed the lives of his parents too, it's impossible to know. As the order valued secrecy above all in his period, they just send him to an orphanage and hope that the kid somehow forgets it all and lives a normal life.

However, he knows about the supernatural, he could never forget it even if he tried, so he does a bit of detective work on his own and it takes years to finally find them again, but he does so anyway.

To say the least, the Ordo is in equal parts ashamed and astonished to have been discovered by a teenager, who all but pleads to let him enter, they refuse at first, after all, he's just a child, but after Verity gives them some strategic pointers on what to do on a mission, which ends up saving the lives of a whole squad of agents, they relent and let him enter as kind of an assistant.

Verity spends little time doing stuff that isn't related to the paranormal: he's either training his body or his mind and when the question of who's the most promissing sharpshooter, fighter or investigator of the Order pops up, the answer to that question is always Verity.

The previous leader of the then Ordo Veritatis was a man much like our Verity, being the one who personally trained him and was as methodical and focused as Veri. Still, in that period of time, knowing other agents identities was prohibited because of security and perhaps even self-preservation reasons, rule that the then leader of the Ordo Veritatis upholded.

As such, he was a kind of father figure to Veri, however, he was a bit emotionally distant but quite similar to his pupil in many ways.

Verity dedicates himself wholly to the fight against the paranormal because that is all that his life is and will ever be: He doesn't believe that he has a "future", he doesn't believe he could learn a trade and have a normal job, he knows that all there is to him is his talent (or perhaps talent is the wrong word, talent implies a natural predisposition, and Verity knows he worked to turn himself into whatever he is now, he chose this).

His first mission is uneventful, his group quickly annihilating the creatures that plagued a certain place, and seeing the sheer power of the group, they get drafted in more and more missions together. Verity knows he shouldn't, but... he grows curious about his teammates. One evening, in a moment of respite while in a mission, the topic of the masks is brought up and one of the rowdier and louder ones of his team thinks they're a fucking terrible idea that they honestly get on the way of his breathing and before any of them can protest, he yanks the mask off. There's silence at first, before another other removes the mask and Verity is stunned with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in his life saying that he agrees that the masks are dumb. He looks at the others, waiting for fellow disapproval only to see others taking them off. He's the last one to take it off and it's the actual first day he actually meets his teammates, the ones who he had been investigating and risking their lives together for months now.

Christopher Cohen, Aaron, Chizue Akechi, Francisca Parker and Arnaldo Fritz quickly become the most important people in his life. He knew it was arrogance and it could get you killed in the battlefield but he felt invincible with them, all of them working like the most powerful and well-oiled machine he ever had the pleasure of being part of. The life expectancy of an agent is... not great, but they were the legendary agents that won against any creature or cult no matter how strong. Verity sometimes even wanted for his next mission to be with them because he knew everything was going to be alright as long as they fought together.

However, the Annihilators, as they dubbed themselves, wasn't the only team he participated on and in many of those teams, despite the best of his talent and skill, it was not enough, people still died, he still had to report their deaths, give news of their ends to families who had no idea how their beloved ones simply... died. Verity asked himself all the time if there was more he could do to become smarter, sharper, strong enough to protect all of them and make the fight against the supernatural a little less frightening. The answer he often gives himself is "I don't know."

He tries to live on because of others, because of the image of the all-seeing strategist and leader of the Ordo, he tries to incorporate those lost lives in his mania to fight. If they can no longer breathe and taste and dance, he will take all those blows and pain that will never be onto himself. If they become a memory, he carries their memories like ghosts in his mind. It's all he can do: fight and remember them.

He feels guilty for surviving at times. Logically, he knows that those things are bound to happen in the battlefield, but he often feels that it should be him, the barely-a-person to die in the jaws of a monstrosity from the Other Side than... actual people with lives and future.

Arnaldo once told him that, despite his claims, Verity is someone who loves all of the agents of the order, and deeply, but he struggles to see that

Verity has a severe case of workaholism and survivor's syndrome. To work and investigate is both a way of deepening his perception that he needs to be punished for surviving and of dissuading his anxieties.

It's doesn't surprise anyone that he's appointed to be the next Mr. Verity, like it's a throne that he has earned ages ago, and yet, the news doesn't exactly fill him with joy, only responsability, his burden solidified. He accepts it in the name of all those who died before him, of all those who he remembers

That man needs to retire RIGHT NOW and spend time with his daughter istg

You guys know how I said I was doing another DnD campaign? Well it's started (this one isn't a oneshot this time), so I can start sharing the character sprites.

Before you ask. Yes, this is a Fuga Impossível campaign.

Our lovely prison staff: Alfredo, Felps, and Phil:

and our inmates of interest:

I still have to draw the solitary guard and the prison doctor, but my players haven't gotten there yet so it's fine.

"You better behave 🤓☝️"