life is pain

life is pain, anyone who says differently is selling something Grant Erwin (Copycat) your not so friendly neighborhood villain/inventor

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roryshcrt:

“Hey, uh… quick question.” Rory had approached them struggling with each breath, his hands on his hips as he tried to work up the air in his lungs enough to talk to the other without being forced to cut off and inhale. As he did, he reached up, pushing damp hair back off his forehead and attempted to return to it’s original - and very meticulously placed home that he had forced it into that morning with far too much dedication. When he looked in a mirror later, he might cry at how it was all destroyed, but for now he just sent the over a slight grin. “Do I look good like this? You know, a lot of guys can pull off the sweaty, rough and tough look, but I’ve never really tried it out before. I’d like to think I can pull off anything if I do it with confidence. That seems to really be the solution to a lot of things, though it never really did fix… my dancing, from what I’ve heard. Which is just rude to say to a person, but I can appreciate the honesty if it keeps me from being laughed at by large groups of people.” Maybe he was trying a little hard to avoid questions about why he was running in the first place, but he kept talking rather than giving them any genuine time to cut in and ask. “Speaking of dancing, that’s a really good way to find out how old you are, isn’t it? I mean, gee, I can barely keep up and if I tried to do any of those… hip new dance moves, it’d be cringe galore, and I like pushing limits, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather be a cool grandpa than one that the grandkids never wanna visit because they end up in tears while gramps just can’t stop dabbing, or… whatever cool dance move there is now. There’s just… there’s so many of them.”

“What?” Grant asked, turning as the other approached him and not looking happy... then again he didn’t often look happy so that wasn’t unusual for him. For a moment after turning and really letting his eyes settle on the other guy, maybe he was admittedly staring a little bit too much, but Grant wasn’t the type to admit that if he could help it. “... you look fine. I guess? I don’t know, why are you asking me?” Grant huffed, though taking a slight step back to avoid getting sweated on at all. He was a disturbing combination of attracted and disgusted all at once, but he wasn’t going to dive any farther into that. More than anything he just lisneted to the other ramble and it made him suspicious, trying to peer around him to look behind and see if anything was there. “Uh huh... there’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there? Not that I don’t get people coming up to ramble at me about dancing... more often than I really want to admit to, but something doesn’t feel right here. Can we just cut to the chase? What do you want from me?”

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cimmerianhq:

   there was something that was running through his body, almost like a current of electricity that he knew stemmed from the tension of waiting for the sun to set. his skin itched for the familiarity that came with night, teddy could slip into his routine that made the days a bit more bearable. 

    he stretched his fingers, rubbing his hands along the sides of his jeans, glancing around the parking lot of the plaza he worked at. the market wasn’t closed yet but he had punched out, tired of the blindly bright lights that reflected off the shiny, white tiles; he kept his uniform on, the dark red apron tied around his waist but the top part hanging down to reveal the white polo embroidered with his name on the left side. 

     “ i’m not carrying any more groceries and i don’t smoke, so move along, “ he suddenly spoke, taking note of the new comer who seemed to be approaching him. 

“Isn’t that your job?” asked Grant as he raised an eyebrow at the other and the way he was greeted, the bag he’d already started to hold out falling to his side again. “Pretty sure they said you were the one to go to for this so... just take it already, would you? It’s just a couple of minutes and the longer I have the spend here the less happy I’m going to be about it.” Grant was already not pleased at the fact he had to shop at the store anyway, usually going out of his way to surround himself with only the best, even if that never actually made him happy, but his usual places were closed and Grant just desperately needed some cheap and easy to make food along with some drinks which had led him here. “Wasn’t planning on giving you a cigarette anyway. Why would I give you anything if you’re not even going to do your normal job?”

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avcrycain:

It was just his luck that after a long day of painting, he would forget the keys to his building. Paint smudged everywhere, and looking worse for wear, Avery figured people wouldn’t take kindly to someone trying to pick the lock of a apartment building’s front door. Lucky for him, there was a side door down a lesser traveled alleyway. Finagling two pieces of… something he had found on the ground into the lock, Avery’s paint stained hands twisted this way and that, trying in vain to unlock it.

Minutes passed in silence. Silence that was finally broken as footsteps echoed down the alleyway. Slightly startled at the new sound, Avery’s head snapped up. Taking in the sight of an approaching figure, he smiled in a friendly gesture of seemingly good faith.

“Just to let you know, I’m not breaking in, really. It’s my apartment building, I just forgot keys. So no need to report me, even if I suppose you did catch me red handed.” 

Walking around the city was something that Grant tried not to do very often, but his driver was unforgivably late and for the life of him he couldn’t seem to get a taxi which meant that he was going down allies as he tried to even figure out where he was, having gotten lost within the first twenty minutes left to his own devices. To add insult to injury, his phone was dead so he couldn’t even call to demand someone come and find him. His immediate thought was just to assume that the other was a criminal and he raised an eyebrow. “... how do I know you’re telling the truth about that even? And why don’t you just call someone to open the door for you? I’m seeing a lot of holes in your story there so I don’t know why I shouldn’t call this in.” He was bluffing, considering the dead phone in his pocket, but Grant wasn’t about to let him know that.

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{ aaron tveit, cismale, homosexual } —*&; by day they are known as GRANT ERWIN, the NIHILISTIC & WHINY COMIC BOOK ARTIST of grove city, but when plotting evil, they’re known as COPYCAT with the power of IMMUNITY TO POWERS. but i’ve also heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old has a ZIPPER somewhere on their body

i changed his power bc i’m indecisive

quick facts

lawful evil 

to put it simply, grant is just kinda a bitter rich kid who never got attention at home so he ended up turning to a life of crime. his dad was always off with other women and his mother was incredibly bitter and unhappy and all of it just sort of leaked into him.

his father is super important and well known and owns a large company where grant works a lot of time in a high up position but he hates everything about it

even so, he was raised and taught how to be polite and put up appearances when he has to, so he can sometimes be charming, though mostly he’s too lazy to pretend to be so.

incredibly lazy and spoiled, grant doesn’t do crime for anything other than he likes to cause misery and when everyone else got their powers he found himself extremely bitter that he was passed up for getting any so he ended up doing stuff himself even though he’s lacking any real power. 

what he’s even more bitter about is that he can’t actually see anyone’s powers? like they don’t effect them and even when people are like manipulating fire and w/e he never can see anything 

grant is obsessed with comic books and has been trying to secretly work on his own which has become very unpopular since the rise of real superheroes and villains, one more thing for him to be bitter about

can be really sassy and sarcastic, but he’s not super hard to deal with most of the time? when he’s not just feeling really dark, he’s usually friendly enough if whiny, self-centered and blunt 

tl;dr .... everything makes him bitter and he hates life and will whine to you about it always

connection ideas

secretary

drinking buddy

half-sister

adversary

fake friends 

whatever you can think of!!

hit me up for plots as always!!