#my hero tag (ocs)

[chokulit]

Remember that I can draw for you if you donate: x

I will post updates on the campaign when I can.

Currently at:

€3,103/40,000

Still not 1/10 of the total

tags under the cut (dm to remove tag):

@vakarians-babe @sar-soor @plomegranate @nabulsi @sayruq

@palipunk-blog @communistkenobi @queerstudiesnatural  @bluebellsinthedells @rizzyluke

@kordeliiius @self-hating-zionist  @raelyn-dreams @unfortunatelyuncreative @licencetokrill-blog

@jezebelgoldstone @ramelcandy @labutansa @sammywo  @autistwizard

@tortiefrancis @sparklinpixiedust @revcuse @golvio @leftismsideblog

@star-and-space-ace @rainbowywitch @marscodes @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @boyvander the-bastard-king

@ammonitetheseaserpent @girlinafairytale  @timetravellingkitty @appsa @applejupiter

@brutaliakhoa @malcriada @retvolution @deansmultitudes @devilofthepit

@heritageposts @wellwaterhysteria @dykesbat @gorbling  @half-empty-orbitals

@seasnipper @90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @fairuzfan @neptunerings

@marnota @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @vivisection-gf

@belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @animentality @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish

@violetlyra @the-bastard-king @tamaytka @northgazaupdates2  @skatehan

@awetistic-things @nightowlssleep @baby-girl-aaron-dessner @friendshapedplant

@mangocheesecakes  @commissions4aid-international @rwuffles @mogai-sunflowers 

@a-shade-of-blue @ibtisams @paper-mario-wiki @dlxxv-vetted-donations @writerqueenofjewels

@the-ballerina-battle @khanger @maoistyuri @acepumpkinpatrick @thetownwecallhome

@aria-ashryver  @bat-luun @staretes @yokohama-crackhouse @omiteo777 

@rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationist @sawasawako

@aristotels @watermotif @stuckinapril @mavigator @lacecap

@deepspaceboytoy @kibumkim @socalchops @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli

@swagvo1d  @himejoshikaoru @rooh-tawaka-blog @deathlonging @briarhips

@mahoushojoe @mazzikah @bixlasagna @anetteva @timetravellingkitty

@battleofthegarys @nillabean @fromjannah  @ankle-beez @spindlesx

@squidie-tittie @shiskabubble @oursapphirestars @fitzfunnymoments @jonpertwee 

@buttercuparry @bloglikeanegyptian @visoremi  @olovelymoon-read-pinned-post @pinkhit-s

@purple-splattered-soul @papasmoke @one-time-i-dreamt  @operationladybug @undertastic-dork

@imjustheretotrytohelp @yesterdaysprint @tamarrud @themazziah

@resourcesmasterposts @raccoon-in-a-hoodie @ezrazone @emathyst9 @wolfythewitch

@queerdocumentary-blog @quecksilvereyes @anneemay @angelslough @averagenotnormal

@sleevesareforlosers @sinnamontrash @determinate-negation @dormimi-zzz

@fuckyeahanarchistposters @gerbildine  @generallyjl @good-old-gossip @heydreamchild

@jezior0 @komsomolka  @lesbianmaxevans

[unicornconnor]

I like all your sidesteps soooo much...

If I could, I would draw everyone I've ever seen 🙏

@kidhellion

@palmofpeace

@ianthedebonair

@glitchy-npc

@b33tlejules

@lazyvoyager

@reapersmarch

@ladyshivs

@verocities

[teenytinycoffeebean]

I made up a guy so Martin can safely take a nice nap somewhere pleasant 😴☀️🌳🌄

[gwinver-art]

Oh hey I don't talk about things I like often enough, so, here are some of the characters I like very much :D

Also putting the individual portraits here if you want to click on them, I spent time on these

[peachesvault]

AFO reincarnated

Okay hear me out. I think it's so fucking funny that you and Bakugou, despite having fought in two wars and literally beat the villains who international top heroes couldn’t do, can’t do something so mundane.

Your sitting with your legs crossed, laptop in your lap, on your bed as he lays down on his back by your feet staring at the ceiling out of frustration.

“How the FUCK do you write a resume”

You side eye him.

“Bitch as if I would know, I've never applied for a job??”

And he would get so pissy and roll over so he's squashing your feet pettily.

“How are you 17 and never had a job??”

“How are YOU 17 and never had a job?”

“Look who’s talking”

Just bickering for like a good hour.

Eventually you both settle and just stare at the blank word document like its AFO reincarnated. You were BASICALLY already hired why did you have to do this? ‘Hero Code’ Bla Bla Bla

“I actually can’t believe we have to do this.”

“I feel like we should just become billionaires for yanno I Dunno maybe uh beating AFO??” he nods

You can’t help but snicker.

“Is your biggest achievement killing a grandpa? what like a” you say squinting

“150-year-old? Give or take?”

Even though it was a blow at him, choosing to ignore it, Bakugou snickered.

“Bro was too old to be doing all that”

Silence falls over the room as you both stare at the stupid word document.

Clearing your throat you write your name.

“Do you think that's enough? Like we’re basically celebrities I feel like just our name should be enough” You ask turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

Your met by his unamused face.

“What??? It's a genuine question”

“What if there was somebody else with the same name?” He reaches over to aggressively type on your computer.

Y/N L/N Beat AFO.

You both just stare at it.

“I think that's enough, right?”

“Yup”

So, you send it to a bunch of agencies.

“Wow that was easy”

“Yeah, why do people act like it's so hard” You nod along.

And some poor intern at Best Jeanists agency who's new to the country is like ????

DO NOT COPY OR POST ELSEWHERE. REBLOGS AND LIKES APPRECIATED

A/N: Maybe I'll do one with taxes. Its js so funny how stupid they are || Series Masterlist

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Doodles for Chapter 10 and 11 (No spoilers I’m stuck in the Pit)

[onyxrx]

aizawa sketches

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my first actual post, wowwie (and ofc it’s aizawa related)

all of them, drew with zero proper structure and straight out of my noggin. none of them are probably anatomically accurate, but they look good enough to me until i look back at it a few months later and die of cringe.

[assassin-artist]

i have no excuses for this i just thought it was really fucking funny

[sanitizarium]

collection of sleepy little guys......

[popfizzles]

🦴🦴🦴

[Attack!] for @catboytenya !!

🦴🦴🦴

[ihaveastainonmyshirt]

HERES SOME DRAWINGS I MADE!!!:3

[chokulit]

I have been asked to highlight another campaign from someone who reached out to me. I'll keep it brief: 6 people trapped in Gaza need money to evacuate.

Their campaign has been up since April and they STILL have not raised enough money.

As of now, they are at €62,492/70,000, less than €8,000 away from their goal.

If you donate, you can message me to draw a character of your choice: x

I will post updates when I can.

tags under the cut (dm to remove tag):

@vakarians-babe @sar-soor @plomegranate @nabulsi @sayruq

@palipunk-blog @communistkenobi @queerstudiesnatural  @bluebellsinthedells @rizzyluke

@kordeliiius @self-hating-zionist  @raelyn-dreams @unfortunatelyuncreative @licencetokrill-blog

@jezebelgoldstone @ramelcandy @labutansa @sammywo  @autistwizard

@tortiefrancis @sparklinpixiedust @revcuse @golvio @leftismsideblog

@star-and-space-ace @rainbowywitch @marscodes @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @boyvander the-bastard-king

@ammonitetheseaserpent @girlinafairytale  @timetravellingkitty @appsa @applejupiter

@brutaliakhoa @malcriada @retvolution @deansmultitudes @devilofthepit

@heritageposts @wellwaterhysteria @dykesbat @gorbling  @half-empty-orbitals

@seasnipper @90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @fairuzfan @neptunerings

@marnota @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @vivisection-gf

@belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @animentality @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish

@violetlyra @the-bastard-king @tamaytka @northgazaupdates2  @skatehan

@awetistic-things @nightowlssleep @baby-girl-aaron-dessner @friendshapedplant

@mangocheesecakes  @commissions4aid-international @rwuffles @mogai-sunflowers 

@a-shade-of-blue @ibtisams @paper-mario-wiki @dlxxv-vetted-donations @writerqueenofjewels

@the-ballerina-battle @khanger @maoistyuri @acepumpkinpatrick @thetownwecallhome

@aria-ashryver  @bat-luun @staretes @yokohama-crackhouse @omiteo777 

@rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationist @sawasawako

@aristotels @watermotif @stuckinapril @mavigator @lacecap

@deepspaceboytoy @kibumkim @socalchops @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli

@swagvo1d  @himejoshikaoru @rooh-tawaka-blog @deathlonging @briarhips

@mahoushojoe @mazzikah @bixlasagna @anetteva @timetravellingkitty

@battleofthegarys @nillabean @fromjannah  @ankle-beez @spindlesx

@squidie-tittie @shiskabubble @oursapphirestars @fitzfunnymoments @jonpertwee 

@buttercuparry @bloglikeanegyptian @visoremi  @olovelymoon-read-pinned-post @pinkhit-s

@purple-splattered-soul @papasmoke @one-time-i-dreamt  @operationladybug @undertastic-dork

@imjustheretotrytohelp @isa-ah @yesterdaysprint @tamarrud @themazziah

@resourcesmasterposts @raccoon-in-a-hoodie @ezrazone @emathyst9 @wolfythewitch

@queerdocumentary-blog @quecksilvereyes @anneemay @angelslough @averagenotnormal

@sleevesareforlosers @sinnamontrash @determinate-negation @dormimi-zzz

@fuckyeahanarchistposters @gerbildine  @generallyjl @good-old-gossip @heydreamchild

@jezior0 @komsomolka  @lesbianmaxevans

[apostatefeverdream]

ugh im such a sucker for the physical consequences of being over-exposed to the fade/powerful magic. love love LOVE the idea of The Horrors having permanent side effects, especially when the pc is a non-mage.

the warden has bouts of vertigo and nausea from their time in the fade. from sudden sense memories of being a thousand times smaller or infinitely huge, of the body being not a body or more flame than flesh. their skin feels wrong, itches, is too cold, too warm, isn't theirs. the world swims in front of them during a fight, limbs suddenly too large and clumsy to move against the spinning. there's an ache too, like growing pains, that meanders along their legs and up their arms. it's a constant, low hum of pain, that builds and builds into a shrieking agony. the blight has already taken their blood, the archdemon their dreams, and now the memory of the fade takes their body.

hawke has dreams within their dreams. they'll wake up and will go about a completely normal day before waking up again in the real world. it doesn't happen often, but happens enough that there are moments where nothing feels real. where time stretches long and slow before them. how long has this been happening? are they still in the dream? are they still asleep in their bed in lothering? they're laughing in the hanged man and is it real? they're wiping the blood of a bandit off their face and is it real? they're kissing someone and is it real? the chantry explodes and is it even real?

the inquisitor has a chunk of the raw fade embedded in their arm and it's agonising. it pulses at odd intervals, sick waves of pain that feel old and unmistakeably hungry. in the fade itself, the anchor is so much worse, raging and spitting like it's trying to pull the muscles in the inquisitor's hand apart. after adamant, it remains an angry, snapping thing that causes a permanent tremor. their skin cracks, little green fissures along their palm and fingers that leak sickly pale light. the pain worsens, an incessant, shuddering agony that makes even the lightest of touches unbearable. even after solas takes their arm the pain remains, sharp and slick. an impossible wound that was never meant to be theirs and it will haunt them forever.

after the events in elgar'nan's temple, rook starts to get regular migraines. two ancient elven gods bellowing at each other in their head leaves their ears ringing and their words muddled, and a throbbing pain twists up their neck and into their head. there are medicinal herbs, of course, but they leave rook feeling syrupy and stuffy, and they can't afford to slow down at a time like this. they're the leader of the veilguard and the world is ending, what's more pain to work through? and so they do, sleepless, addled and sending people to their doom. pushing and pushing until everything hurts. and then they are tricked into the fade and varric and nothing, nothing could ever hurt as much as that.

[amityahasfanartnowapparently]

That Time Fox's Fat Tits Saved The Galaxy - Chapter 10- Amity Ax - (SNEAK PEAK PART 2, NOT DEFINITIVE)

Heyyy so I've had this part of section 2 finished for a while, and while it's not all of section 2, it is a direct continuation from part 1 of chapter 10. Section 2 is a little long, and I didn't want to put it all in one Tumblr post. May or may not post the rest on here before it gets published on ao3, so no promises. And as usual, this writing is not yet fully edited so expect mistakes, and everything in this Tumblr post can be subject to change during the editing process before the final version goes up on ao3!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next part of chapter 10 I've got for you under the cut here!

That evening, Detective Grizzer was on the case, sniffing out the madman who had ruthlessly assaulted Fox and Hound earlier, entirely unprovoked. The patrol of clone troops in her wake were giddy with the thrill of the kill.

“We’re gonna see Quin, we’re gonna see Quin!” Sang Stacy, practically skipping down the sidewalk.

Well, “patrol” might have been putting it loosely. 

Fox, of course, deployed the wettest-eyed Shinies he could scrounge up to go on the Vos’oya. They would have a blast hunting the Jedi down, and then hold Vos for a period of exactly 12 hours, during which he would be subjected to boundless clone affection and nightmare-inducing questions about Yoda’s sex life. Vos would pass out his secret knowledge and nat-born treats to the doe-eyed Shinies in exchange, and Fox would watch the fun go down from a chair in the far corner, like a Star Vulture perched proudly over their hatchlings tearing into the corpse of a supernova.

“I hope he’s got peppermints,” Doberman murmured near-inaudibly under his breath.

Fox’s wettest-eyed Shinies, and Doberman. Who was definitely not a Shiny. Who was the main trainer for all ARF trooper newbies and had been since day one. Who Fox had been prevented from speaking more that four Force-damn words to at once for karking years.

Who was literally being body-blocked from Fox right that second by his own godsdamn ARF Sergeant.

Fox leaned around Hound’s aggressively wide stance to catch Doberman’s visor, who promptly froze in place and locked on to Fox. Even through their helmets, they eye contact was… a lot.

Fox opened his mouth. “So—”

“So?” Hound interrupted, shoving his head between Fox and Doberman’s impromptu staring contest. Hound made a fall back sign at Doberman, who meekly slunk away to the rear of the pack.

Fox scowled, watching the his chance at connecting with another (probable) non-Kenobi fucker slip away. “I’ll talk to him eventually. You can’t keep us apart forever.”

“I can and I fucking will,” Hound declared.

Fox sniffed snootily, but didn’t dignify the comment with an acknowledgment.

Fox would talk to Doberman if it was the last thing he did. Hound’s little game of keep-away-vod had gone on long enough. Really, Hound had done it to himself by bringing up the ARF trainer on his own with no provocation after so long without a peep of information on the clone. It was basically chumming the water, at that point.

Whatever. The night was still young. Hound couldn’t keep up the human wall act forever. And when he faltered, Fox would be there, lying in wait, ready to engage in social pleasantries with the Forbidden Brother.

Grizzer surfaced from a verifiable storm of sniffs and gently pulled Hound’s leash, her tail wagging like a propeller. Hound nearly instinctively gave the sign for a caught trail. They had a lead.

“Alright troops, it’s happening,” Fox half-smiled as a cheer went up over coms. “Stacy, front and center!”

Stacy bounced to the front and salutes, nearly vibrating from equal parts excitement and nerves. “Ready, Commander!”

“You’ve got point on this hunt, trooper,” Fox clapped a hand on his vod’ika’s shoulder. “You know what’s needed from you in this position, all just like we practiced. All you have to do is keep your head level, understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Stacy chirped, standing a little taller.

“Doberman and I will bring up the rear.” Fox refused eye contact with Hound, who whipped around and gave him the evil eye.

“Yes, sir!” Stacy rushed forward, signaling with textbook precision. Just the way Fox had taught him. “I won’t let you down, ori’vod!”

“Not possible, vod’ika,” Fox said warmly.

Stacy straightened his spine and look the lead. “Vos’oya Squad, move out!”

“Vos’oya! Vos’oya!” Chanted the others in unison. A civilian rounding the corner of the block took one look at the chanting, charging pack of clones and immediately spun on their heel, speed walking in the other direction. They were possibly the smartest nat-born Fox had encountered that tenday.

As the rest of the group surged ahead, Hound turned around to give Fox one last warning stare. However, it was hard to look menacing whilst being dragged away by an lounge-lolling, over-grown puppy excited for treats from its favorite nat-born.

“Your funeral, vod.” Hound sent him over coms. Fox visibly scoffed. Hound must have caught the drama bug from Thire. Doberman couldn’t possibly be that bad.

The Vod in question stood frozen, visor still locked onto Fox. Fox jerked his head forward, signaling Doberman to walk with him. The ARF trainer re-adjusted their grip on their own massiff and fell in line. 

He knew of the Doberman the same way he’d known of Hound before he’d started sharing a room with the man: almost solely by reputation.

Fox knew nothing of the Vod other than that they went straight from Kamino to the Coruscant K9 unit. Notable, since only a handful of squads were actually trained to handle massiffs on Kamino. Everyone else in the ARF unit were functionally in witness protection, unofficially transferred to hide from a malicious Senator or three.

A Coruscant posting was bad luck, but of all the positions one could end up in on the hellhole, the K9 unit was undoubtably, relatively the best. The position was the most “front-like” in that it saw the most physical fighting, so of course most troopers preferred it to the fuckery happening in the Senate. It was an alluring posting, but Fox reserved new transfers into the K9 unit for “decommissioned” Vod'e who he could sense would crack irreparably if they weren’t moved to a position where they were allowed to fight back from time to time.

Doberman had a highly critical skillset, with the ability to train up new ARF troopers very quickly, making them indistinguishable from a Kamino-authorized ARF clone faster than any nat-born trainer could dream of. He apparently had something of a golden touch when it came to the trauma victims pouring out of the Senate.

It was impossible for Hound to report on the progress of new ARF trainees (of which their were a lot) without mentioning Doberman’s name at least once. The Vod was a steel vertebra in the backbone of Fox’s Vod-smuggling operation.

“No,” Hound had begged Fox, when he’d asked after Doberman’s methods. “Please, do not ask me how they do it. It would traumatize you. You would never recover. You wouldn’t look at him—at me—at any ARF trooper the same again. Just—please.”

Fox eyed Doberman, speculative. The ARF trooper trembled in place. 

Fox would have assumed that such an effective trainer would have had a more… assertive personality. But clearly, there was a method to Doberman’s… terrified shaking. Results were results. Fox wouldn’t complain or question, especially when the K9 units themselves seemed to have nothing but praise for Doberman’s methods.

Though his massiff was doing their duty perfectly and then some, demonstrating Doberman’s excellent handling ability, Fox had not felt the Vod’s silent attention leave him even once in the ten minutes they’d been alone. Fox resisted the urge to drum his fingers on his thigh under the scrutiny.

So, do you ever want to kark a High General of the army? Or even anyone at all? How does that feel? Are we the same? Not great starting questions for a person you’ve never met in person before. Especially not someone so tightly wound and nervous-looking as the Vod beside him. Perhaps some casual ice-breakers to start with. Build up to the Kenobi-fucking for a future conversation. That seemed reasonable. 

“So,” Fox broke the silence when it was evident Doberman would not. “What’s you’re dog’s name?”

“…Foxen.” Doberman murmured.

“Oh… that’s funny,” Fox laughed awkwardly. “Naming an animal after a different animal.”

“She’s named after you,” Doberman corrected immediately with zero shame.

Ah. 

“That’s… sweet of you,” Fox replied diplomatically. Maybe it just an awkward subject to start with. A topic change was in order. “So… what do you like to do for fun?”

Doberman’s focus unrelenting. “Watch you.”

“Oh no,” Fox breathed out entirely reflexively before he could even think of stopping it. 

Doberman’s head jerked up, his emotions tanking down to the core of Coruscant at the slightest perception of negativity. Oh Force.

“Oh, so,” Fox said much louder, desperately attempting to cover his slip with a rhyme. “You know, we’ve both been stationed on Coruscant for the same amount of time, but I don’t think we’ve ever spoken before. Why is that?”

Doberman just looked at Fox like he’d said something unfathomable. “You… want to talk? To me?”

Less and less as the conversation continued. “We are talking right now,” Fox instead stated neutrally.

Doberman’s mood immediately ascended to cloud nine. The shift was so quick it actually made Fox’s head spin. 

“I have things I’d like to talk about.” The Vod practically vibrated in place.

“Great,” Fox grit through an all-teeth smile. He couldn’t karking believe he’d have to tell Hound they were right. “Fire away.”

###

Fox flung himself into the closest set of arms in the Vos’oya Squad. His savior staggered back, having unexpectedly been loaded up with a near-trembling armful of Clone Commander.

“Save me!” Fox whisper yelled before his ceaseless follower could round the corner. He didn’t care who was holding him. Anything was better than what he’d just been through.

Doberman stared up at Fox with something uncomfortably close to worship. “I will never wash this pauldron again.” Why. Fox had only intended a friendly clap on the shoulder.

“What shelf level did you sleep in as a cadet? …Ah, I see my sources were correct. It fits your personality, always being at the top.” What godsdamned sources? Who was gossiping about his bunk arrangement from ten years ago?

“Can I get your feedback on this itemized chart of every single non-ration thing you’ve ever eaten, ranked by frequency and of fervor consumption? I currently have peppermint at the top of the charts as your favorite sweet.” Fox ate peppermints frequently. This was mainly—for reasons becoming disturbingly apparent to Fox—because his ARF troops kept bringing him peppermints. They were okay.

“Would you say that you were inspired to save our souls from Decommissioning by a greater power? Did this power look like a fox? Maybe like fire? Also, do you believe in reincarnation?” What the fuck?

“…Sorry sir, could you please repeat what you said? The speeder passing by caused some feedback issues with the recording.” Was this trooper recording their kriffing conversation right now? Gods, Fox needed to get out of here—

What a kriffing bust of a data gather, Fox grit to himself. He was no closer to figuring himself out than he was before. It was astoundingly obvious Fox could not talk to Doberman about his sexuality crisis. In fact, it was possible Fox could not talk to Doberman about anything at all if he wanted to preserve his own sanity.

Fox’s savior lifted him off his feet. Fox yelped. Loudly. In front of everyone.

The person hiked Fox up on his shoulder and hooked an arm underneath his shebs, securing him like a tuba. 

And then—no questions, no hesitation—Fox’s savior booked it down the street.

Over a cloth-covered shoulder, Fox saw his squad shouting in alarm and enter hot pursuit after him. His entire squad. None of whom were currently carrying him.

With rising dread, Fox realized he was being whisked away by Vos. 

Kark, he was never living this down.

[idlenight-art]

RIVER VILLAIN SUIT REDESIGN BABY. HE IS DONE.

Maelstrom. The ocean and pirate themed Anarchist running wild in Los Diablos. He cuts an imposing figure wherever he goes to terrorize the ones pulling the strings in this city. And looking damn good doing it.

[shadowreaps44]

Someone please write this and tag me in it or something like please and I would die if you based his appearance on the pic. Cod idea version is below two parts. Please continue reading.

Ugh I wanna read a MHA blharem fanfic where the MC is suicidal (in a funny but also like dark way) but he has stupidly good luck that keeps anything bad from happening to him, like to the point bullets dodge him and hit the opponent type luck or a bird will come outta nowhere and take a hit for him, or the knife he uses to try to kill himself with breaks or is super dull, or the pills suddenly expire, or a hero always swoops in when he jumps and that's how he meets heros or something. Just stupidly good luck but bad in his opinion and he keeps on stumbling into villain attacks and his luck makes it like he did something to stop it like a villains attack will suddenly cancel or malfunction or a large gust of wind will blow the villain down, successfully making it look like the MC has multiple quirks or something. Other than his suicide attempts drawing attention to himself, he trys his best to be completely invisible. I seriously need more books rn, MHA has such cool characters and there's so much potential for inserts but almost none are to my style. Also preferably a power bottom or uke mc

I feel like he'd listen to songs by Glass Animals or Two Feet. Like the beat and vibe of take a slice would fit him well especially if he's thinking about committing in his room. I imagine he's laying in his bed lights off, broken knife or ripped rope in hand or expired pills scattered around him while he's staring at the ceiling in annoyance or with a somber look while take a slice plays or or go fuck yourself by two feet plays while stuck in his thoughts or just blank minded. I feel if you use the second pic he'd like to listen to songs like too sweet by Hozier and artists like Two Feet, Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, Hozier, Des Rocs, MISSIO, Lund, Son Lux, The Neighborhood, David Kushner, Steve Lacy, Red Leather, Cigarettes After Sex, Troy Boi, d4vd, Tsunami J. (Die Young for ex), Mac Miller (for ex. Self Care), ThxSoMch, alt-j, FKJ, etc

This could also work with literally any fandom. Like for example in a cod fanfic he could be the bastard son of a rich family (who had a lot of enemies) who they don't care about (but should cuz his luck could take them places ;)) and they, because despite everything he's the only child and they can't have him die from an enemy because itd ruin their image, hire taskforce 141 to protect him in a lone warehouse (the big rich apartment things I forgot the name of) while they're gone for a year. Tf 141 wouldn't be happy of course but they grow on our mc and take it as a vacation or something. He secretly tries to commit when they can't notice and they don't for a while but they finally find out when he finds one of their guns and tries to shoot himself just for it to literally break which shouldn't happen because they take care of their guns or something or they catch him about to hang himself with one of the rope, brand new btw, they literally use to climb into a helicopter so they know it's sturdy, and it immediately breaks (rips? Tears?) which also shouldn't happen because they know the rope is able to literally carry like 5 men at once, and that's how they discover his good luck and suicidal tendencies. The mc immediately gives up trying to commit in secret and goes to do it in the open now. They come up with a compromise, he can only attempt one time a die and they just gotta watch him till he does try, not that it'll work anyway, his luck prevents it. Or he could be a marine or Merc or something who joined just so he could get into danger so he could die but to their horror and his own, nothing will kill him. Like he'd run out of ammo and everything and be in front of an enemy just for the enemy's gun to suddenly jam or for the enemy to step on a mine or get hit by a stray bullet or something. His call sign would be clover 😂. Like he'd be known for being in or a part of the most dangerous missions that go to crap or something and come out unscathed. Like if he's a Merc he'd deliberately choose dangerous missions that other mercs avoid and go in alone and not even try, just walk right into an enemy's base and start shooting with the hopes of dying himself. Like even as he's doing a cool takedown move the only thought in his mind is ugh I wish a bullet would just hit me already or I wonder if this guy can kill me or I wonder if this guy is strong enough to choke me or I wonder if my luck can stop a grenade or something. Like don't give this guy explosives he'd probably tape an active one on himself. His handler refuses to give him explosives when he's alone because they've had to stop him from activating it on the spot and shoving it in a pocket. I was thinking poly 141 x male oc/reader (plus like Alejandro and his buddy and some of kortac or other hot cod characters). I'd expect him to be like silent and brooding but it looks cute to others. I'd also imagine he's incredibly short like 5'4. He also wears his hair like that in hopes it would help with him getting shot or something. His power of only good luck make him usable for any fandom just let me know if you use him cuz it's like to read it. Prefer if he's used for long fics with chapters or something but do what you want

He could also be a bartender in Gotham in the middle of an area between all the territories of the villains or something.

Also this is how'd I think he looked, art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest

Feel like he'd look like this too, especially for cod. Art not mine I'm pretty sure I found it on DeviantArt. Love their art tho