#roleplay inspired

[somethingtizz]

They still need finishing but like, here's some WIPS from roleplays and the Guy version I roleplay- he's a married boy who's married to that version of Sam in the red gown thing- sorry it's 5am idk how to explain

I still need to work on Guy oof

[futuremrsjervistetch106]

Jervis Tetch Diaries

( Here you guys, Chapter 4 fresh out the oven, if you want chapter 5 out tomorrow then just let me know 😊)

Jervis Tetch Diary 4

A break in Africa

Then after boarding school and before I went to Gotham University to continue my studies I decided to have a little expedition in certain parts around Africa. At the time I was researching masks and the trances that certain Shamans employed. There was one particular day when I was travelling between camps that I just couldn't shake the idea that I was being followed and it appeared that my instincts were correct as usual, but it was hardly anything as concerning as a lion on my tail. Initially I simply tried to ignore the little flamingo chick as his feathered fellows would surely be looking for him and I had no interest in acquiring a feathered friend in my company.

But he proved to be difficult to dissuade, and I could hardly retrace my steps to return him, my journey was already planned and time was limited. Yet the little chick was still persistent...and I couldn't deny the curious little creature had a certain charm to him. When speaking to the Shaman of the near by village he informed me the creature had left its kind and it's kind had left him...felt almost familiar to me...I had left normal society and society had left me.

I asked my friend if I should take the little chick with me but he told me no as the chick would never truly want to abandon his home as he cherished his home even if the world saw him as an outcast and taking it away from him would just make him more depressed but I still felt sympathy for the bird and I didn't want him to be alone so I asked my shaman friend to take care of the lonely chick on my behalf, a gift shall we say for all the kindness that he had given me for the duration of my trip and the chick needed a loving companion.

Which I at the time was not as I had a lot of troubles on my mind and I did not want to drag down anyone with me in my darkness and despair deep down inside my heart. Oh and I managed to collect a new mask for my collection, some people like to collect stamps others toy trains and nearly all of Gotham's society like to collect large magazines filled to the brim with pornographic material.

I would never dare touch a pornographic magazine after the traumatic experience I had in boarding school and then of course the Internet existed and made porn websites to satisfy everyone's lust. But back to the point naturally now and back then head -wear of any variety is of great interest to me, and although it's true hats do take my precedence in my collection, my travels in the past and now overseas have proven quite bountiful. That said, there are a couple which I have been meaning to pass on. Masks like hats are not things to be taken likely .

[peachynerdish]

Yondu and Thor. Best friends forever.

[friendlyfoxpal]

A drawing i got inspired by, from a roleplay i'm doing with @oathborngt  about a girl that creates a drawing of a giant in her book. Only to get the biggest surprise in her life when it starts coming to life. Better get that book and arm outside quick girl! Hurry! Before he fills up the whole place.

[futuremrsjervistetch106]

Jervis Tetch Diaries

( Hi guys, this is something a little bit different, I've decided to post some of the chapters of my Jervis Tetch fan fiction based on my version of the sweet little cinnamon roll in a AU universe roleplay I write in, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think 😊 )

Jervis Tetch Diary 1

RIP Mum and Dad...

The summer of somewhere in the 1980's, thats when it happened...that was the day when I was born in the heat of the Indian sun. My parents were not Indian but British/ American. My mother, born and raised in the old money roots of London while my father was new money. From that oh so delightful city of Gotham which was soon to be my home...and my prison. My parents were in India for specific purposes, they were both scientists of the highest order. recommended and noticed by their genius and intellect when it comes to technology and physics along with key elements of biology and chemistry. But their intellect could not compare to how loving and kind hearted they were when I was in their company. Oh how gentle and sweet they were to me, loving me 24/7 making me warm and happy and it wasn't the sun making me warm most of the time . Ah yes, I had such a cherished life in India, seven birthdays and seven wonderful Christmases with my parents in our little home and I distinctly remember the giant bonsai tree on the side of our garden where the tropical birds sang and the lizards performed their mating call. My fondest memories of my childhood was sitting in that tree reading the book which would later leave a mark on me for all eternity in a good form and in a bad form...and that book...was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. My mother gave it to me as a gift for my sixth birthday and the memories I had with that book I shall never forget. I felt like I was owning the keys for my imagination to be set free into the world which was full of darkness and despair from the grime and sort of criminals, gangsters and the corrupted people in society...just thinking about it makes me laugh at the irony of it all. But back to the point, seven years of wonderful memories...and now your probably wondering, Jervis, why did you only spend seven years with these happy memories and ever so loving parents...well my dear sweet reader of my diary I shall tell you. It's because on the winter when I was seven years old...my parents had been burnt.

Yes you heard me right my parents were burnt to their deaths...and the memory still scars me after twenty years and it was the day that would haunt my dreams...forever. It all started on that very day in winter when I was about to go to bed. But before I did I went to to wish my parents good night. So I went down to my parents lab, which was filled with the most adorable little animals which were used for humane experiments and we make sure that they are properly taken care of and not given any toxic chemicals. Like my dear father used to say....'I would never dare hurt an animal, not even a fly, as it is simply cruel I tell you, for you see Jervis my boy, animals are part of our education, without them we would never of gotten mythical creatures like the unicorn or the mermaid', my father always was a wise man. Anyway they were about to shut down the lab before I came in extremely tired and hugging my prized bunny toy which I have had since the day I was born and I still keep it to this very day. My father, Charles Alister Tetch was not only smart but a gentle soul and showed only but kindness to his family and friends along with my dear sweet mother Louise Tetch...they were completely innocent people I tell you...innocent. That night they gently hugged me and gave me sweet kisses upon my face with tender loving care and passionate affection that every parent should have for their child especially at a young age. I adored my life that I was given and I could not be more grateful that God had given me to such smart kind hearted parents...they would be ashamed of me now if they saw me today and what I had become. After hugs and kisses they tucked me into bed and wished me good night as well and blessed me with sweet dreams of Wonderland. However me being a cheeky and mischievous lad I decided to sneak out of bed and climb onto the bonsai tree to read chapter 7 of Alice in Wonderland. That infamous scene with The Mad Hatter's tea party...that scene would doom me for the rest of my wretched life...but nothing could compare to what was about to happen next. When reading my prized book I thought I heard a noise like glass hitting the ground, I got off the tree to check for the noise incase one of the lab animals was injured or had gotten out of its cage and started knocking over test tubes...if only it had been test tubes knocking over.

But when I entered my little home in the warmth of India,...it was about to become hellishly hot as the entire lab...had been set on fire with a nightmare of a blaze but what shocked me even more was what I saw on the ground. There...lying on the cold chemically stained floor...was my mother and father...with a bullet in their heads. As a child it was the most horrifying sight, the sort of sight which shall mentally scar for all eternity..like it did for young Bruce Wayne who has been hiding ever in his mansion in Gotham City. But there they were...dead, not moving...gone..and I was not with them...I ran out the room just before the massive explosion occurred...and I laid there on the grass and snow...a little boy watching his happiness crumble down before him...They took me back to Gotham in an open eyed coma like state with emptiness and darkness within my once crystal blue eyes...I had nobody left...except for one. The family lawyer Carlos Radcliffe was my only hope at this point as the court were tempted to send me to Arkham Asylum believing I was the culprit but luckily my lawyer defended my case while I was traumatised and I was to be put into the care of St Petersworth's boarding school for boys where I was to be educated to be the most sophisticated young gentleman in Gotham and to rival that of Bruce Wayne and Oswald Cobblepot at the same time...Three of the most wealthiest families now in the same city, three heirs of their fortune and I had no idea what to do with my newly earned fortunes at the time so I kept it safe in my account and made sure no one will ever touch it as it was safe and sound within the family bank, no greedy swine would remove it from my fundings. But money didn't matter...my parents were gone and I felt so alone during the rest of my years within the walls of St Petersworth's...I will explain my time in there in a moment my dear friends do not worry about that. But I felt miserable on this world, I had no friends my age that I could turn to for support as I was a freak to them, a weirdo, a lunatic of society to all of them....mad as a hatter to everyone in Gotham.

[futuremrsjervistetch106]

Jervis Tetch Diaries

( I wanted to say thank you again for all the wonderful support you all are giving for my Fanfiction pieces, it's you wonderful people who help me feel confident about my pieces and that you all enjoy them xx)

Jervis Tetch Diary 3

Mr Kingly

Throughout my younger years until I was thirteen Mr Kingly gave me private lessons when the rest of the maniacs in my class went out to do immature stuff that wasn't worth my time. My respectable teacher told me back then that I had potential in this world and that I could be a better example of Gotham and show them that I was not to be contaminated by the lunatics of society...to bad that never happened. But never the less he taught me how to to be a proper gentleman like what my father was going to do before he was robbed from me and those who loved him along with my mother.

My lessons were labelled How to walk like a gentleman, how to talk like a gentleman, how to dress like a gentleman, how to eat like a gentleman and you get the bloody picture. Mr Kingly made sure that I memorised everything in precise detail such as which tone of laughter is acceptable within a conversation and to make sure that the right cutlery was used when eating a salad or a slice of tender beef. I even made a clever reference during my eating classes by using the salad fork to brush my hair like a certain red headed mermaid who was taught by a seagull that it was used to comb your hair, Kingly could not help but laugh at my childlike remark and told me he has never seen anyone do that before in real life and that it amused him.

Ah yes I had some rather frabjous times with my teacher but your probably wondering...why did I only have my kind hearted teacher for only 6 years and not until the end...well...like almost everyone else around me...he died...of lung cancer. a genetic disorder in the lungs he said on his death bed in the hospital. I was the only one to see him in the hospital that day he passed and I was the only person to attend his funeral...no students, no teachers and he didn't have any family at all and there was no other flowers on his grave except mine....I was the only friend he had in his life...now that I look at it now at the age of twenty seven, I think he must of saw something in me that he saw in himself and he understood how it felt to be different.

There was one time he asked me if him being black disturbed me...I was seven at the time and at a young age by my father I was taught about racism and how people with a different skin colour or ethnic background were judged by some members of the community...and he always told me to never judge a man by his skin colour or their ethnicity or their sexuality or anything that defines a person as we are all human beings and live on the same planet. So in my response to Mr Kingly's question...I shook my head and said ' My daddy always told me to never judge a man or a woman or a child by their race or life choices ' and I could help but notice that there was tear running down his face as he smiled like he was thanking God that I even existed.

Then he told me that he was the only black child in his school and the only black teacher in St Petersworth's and the amount of racist comments he received from students and teachers alike was outrageous...he deserved all the respect in the world that man. But for the rest of my teens until I was eighteen my life in St Petersworth's was a nightmare that I wanted to escape from. Filled with alcohol drugs and women who were staff members and young ladies from the all girls school not far from there.

Your probably wondering if I had an lady friends during those times... no, not really. I never found girls that snook inside appealing in the way that my fellows did… nor did I find my fellows interesting in the same fashion. I simply didn’t see any attraction in attraction. As far as I was concerned, romantic infatuation was a vulgar, childish past time designed to hurt any players foolish enough to partake in it and the players were mostly my fellow school mates that were seduced by the charms of women out of the school.

Besides, I had already fallen in love with an idea; an idea that curiosity could be brave, that dreams and poems presided over reality, and that the world didn’t have to make sense for it to be true and right.

Little did I know that idea was real, and had a name....a very lovely name.

[ruquas]

The Housekeeper - Moon Knight

Fandom; Moon Knight Title; The Housekeeper Characters; OFC, everyone else mentioned Rating; G Summary; She could just pray for those poor souls that they didn’t stay and that they wouldn’t have to suffer the same fate as many before them did. She could only pray that they didn’t have to suffer the same hell that she had to suffer for the last however long years and would suffer for as long as she would manage to escape Joan. AO3 can be found here