Beckett Monroe: 28, Bakery Owner @stwrp

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Beckett Monroe: 28, Bakery Owner @stwrp
Malcolm Joshi: 21, Student/Youtuber. @stwrp
Zelda Varanus: 32, funeral director @stwrp
alright guys, we know you’ve been waiting for this!
SHIP TO WRECK IS OFFICIALLY OPEN
so late to the party, but better late than never! i don’t really know what this is, but it’s a long, hot mess. don’t read it.
also gonna put a trigger warning here just to be safe.
emma clarke, 28, surgeon, daughter of MC president, returner
alexander lucas payne
“alex”, 26, native (harrington), sports journalist at local newspaper, aspiring writer (if he could ever finish something he’s working on), rides a bike everywhere, afraid of commitment, can’t cook to save his life, a bit naive, kind of clumsy, forgets everything, would probably lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body, always running just a little bit late
my babes
charlie o’reilly, 31, firefighter, native.
charlie o’reilly is a murderer. straight up. literally murdered a person.
but you’d never guess that if you knew him. he’s basically the biggest goofball you’ll ever meet. he loves giving hugs and helping people and smiling and telling bad jokes.
if he is in charge of taking care of something for other people, it will be done in a timely manner, perfectly, the first time he tries it. if he has to take care of something for himself? let’s just say that he’s had to eat cereal out of a wine glass before because he let his dishes pile a little high
he has a massively large dog (idk what kind) named dame maggie smith
after a tumultuous childhood that he was stuck in because he was scared that child services would take his brother from him, he decided to register to be a foster parent, which is great because he just found a baby at the local coffee shop.
i mean i’m dead serious he found a baby girl outside the coffee shop alley. he calls her princess monster truck because he doesn’t know her name so it’s a “nickname”
about him being a murderer: it was his stepdad. an abusive alcoholic drug addict who basically drove his mother to suicide by overdose after he beat her senseless and she lost the child that they conceived together (and pretty much the sole reason they got married— fucked morals, am i right?)
as a result, charlie lit the asshole on fire. set the house in flames with his stepdad’s alcohol and a cigarette.
he spent a lot of times jumping from friend to friend’s house growing up, shoving his little brother in his friend’s bedrooms so that their parents wouldn’t get suspicious and his little brother wouldn’t get hurt. everyone knows how bad his stepdad was, but no one ever asked to make sure. charlie always seemed to have everything under control. and he was always so happy. so people just figured that everything was fine.
now he’s a firefighter and he loves you. i don’t know who you are, but he loves you a whole lot.
cori baylor, 30, police officer
grew up in louisiana, in a three bedroom shack of a home with six siblings. she’s the third child with two brothers above her and a brother and two sisters below her.
her parents weren’t there growing up. and by weren’t there, i mean they were literally gone. aunts and uncles took turns checking in on them until the oldest brother turned 18. “officially” they were wards of their grandparents, but their grandparents wanted nothing to do with them because their daughter (cori’s mother) was a good for nothing ungrateful bitch
when the two older brothers turned twenty, they both left to pursue their respective dreams. cori hasn’t heard from them since, and she doesn’t care to. if you asked her how many siblings she had, she’d say three.
this left her, at eighteen, to take care of the kids, despite her desire to go to college. so she made both happen. she’d be the first person in her family to go to college, but she wouldn’t be the first to have three children before the age of twenty.
it was expensive, night school and raising three kids. even though her siblings pulled their own weight, she had to do the heavy lifting. so she turned to sex work.
stripping, phone sex operating, screen girl. she did everything short of prostitution. her best friend found her site when he was browsing the internet, and from that moment onward, he forced her to shut down all the sex work and helped raise the kids. which is hella sweet.
except this doesn’t turn into one of those weird love stories because cori is gay as the fourth of july. this is something her best friend knew and respected.
she followed him to california, where she worked with the LAPD for a few years, three siblings in tow. then to washington. so here she is.
she’s an absolute raging bitch if you get in her way. she’s not a good person. she’s not sunshiney. she’s a functioning alcoholic, honestly. who has a dry sense of humor. who is arrogant and doesn’t allow people to fuck with her in the slightest. try to interrupt her while she’s talking. i dare you.
but here’s the thing, she’s smart as shit. if she had the resources, she would have graduated from an ivy league school top of her class. and she’s loyal as hell. once she’s in your corner, you’re safe for life.
also she gets laid a lot. a lot a lot. even straight girls instantly fall gay under her spell. it’s a gift.
she’s basically a lesbian sterling archer in personality tbh
ok love on them
someone write this app for me so i don’t have to do it. kthnx.