The Unlovables

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The Unlovables

Everyone loves a hero. As long as they're youthful, hot, charming and conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, all the old, ugly, broke down, difficult-to-love, bastards out there are toiling away in lonesome obscurity trying not to daydream too much about what a relief it would be if someone came along with a soft touch, and a kind word, and the promise that it'll be ok.

Whether canon or fandom branded them as such, whether it's well deserved or not, there's lots of unlovables. They know most beasts never transform for their beauties. They've probably noticed that even in the Disney version Quasimodo ends up alone ffs. Still, props to them for maintaining a shred of optimism about finding love. Even if they'll never admit to being hopeful.

So if you spent prom on the bleachers. If you max-out at a 5 (maybe 6 generously). If you've got a history of first dates and very few seconds; If you can guarantee you'll get the seat to yourself on the train. Chin up, champ. This one's for you

how to play:

Top level with your unlovable characters; State any prefs like gen, shippy or nsfw. Link your permissions pgs. Tell us a bit about what makes your muse a tough sell.

Comment to comfort someone the world finds difficult to love and be the real heroes in this meme.

Comments

Kabal | Mortal Kombat | OTA, Over 18 for shipping, though

[hooked_on_kaballin]

[Open to all gen, over 18 for shipping/nsfw stuff. Kabal is a major burn victim from the navel up and requires a respirator 95% of the time.]

Vice Admiral Alexei Stukov | Starcraft II/Heroes of the Storm | OTA

[infestedadmiral]

[OTA for Gen, Over 25 for shippy things. Stukov is a former vice admiral that was betrayed by his best friend and was infested by the Zerg afterwards. He's now part space bug, but still mostly human.]

Larry Trainor ~ Negative Man | Doom Patrol | OTA

[horticulturalist]

[gn/shippy/nsfw welcome! Prefs here. Larry is head to toe scar tissue and high-key radioactive. When the bandages and stuff comes off he gives people radiation poisoning. Also sometimes he's possessed by a cosmic entity he can't really communicate with. Sorry in advance.]

Adelbert Steiner - Final Fantasy 9 - ota for gen - M/F for ship/smut

[clink_clink]

[Steiner has the greatest affliction of all--being Steiner.]

Eskel || The Witcher (any-ish) || OTA

[wolfdogwitcher]

[Sure, people say they can get past the scars on his face, the rusted iron rasp of his voice, the rough hill-folk cast of his features. And maybe they can, though by Eskel's own admission the only time he's had any "luck with the ladies" since his disfigurement was some on-the-clock flirting he did at a masked ball where the offending article was entirely concealed. Some say his impeccable manners and steady temperament make up for it, but that's assuming he's on his best behavior. Eskel's a real boor when he's drunk and when he drinks it's usually to a state of "crawl on the floor" fall-down drunk. He can be mistrustful and if he doesn't like or feel at ease with somebody (like a certain violet-eyed sorceress), he's not subtle about it. And could you love a man with a history of abdicating and deferring his responsibilities? If you knew that Eskel abandoned his own Child of Surprise and left her to a life of brutal mistreatment? That he abandoned her twice, a second time when she came to him as an adult seeking refuge from the murderous designs of her brother and his court mage? That he only hunted her down and killed her, a futile attempt to clean up his mess, after she had been burning and murdering her way through the countryside for years?

All of that would probably be off-putting if he was just a normal man but he isn't. He's a witcher, and a pretty brutal specimen of one. What would the neighbors think? And there's a good chance that every time he leaves, he won't come back. And that you'll hear tell of him burned on a pyre...if you ever find out what became of him at all (best case scenario, perhaps he just didn't come back because he won't settle anywhere below the crumbling keep he was raised in). OTA for gen, 21+ for shipping. Marginal preference for women, but he's not offended by the idea of a man taking a liking to him (apart from wondering if he's touched in the head because of all of the above).]

The Swede | Our Flag Means Death | M/M for anything serious but OTA

[ourlittlenordicangel]

[ Very sweet but also very dim-witted, shy Swedish pirate with really mangled teeth and scurvy. He probably never even held anyone's hand. ]

Wade Wilson | Deadpool | OTA

[notryanreynolds]

[ OTA for gen. 21+ Marvel for shipping. Would prefer to play Wade as his grotesquely scarred self for this. He got cancer, was given a healing factor that made him look like he's covered head to toe in a giant burn scar. Also he's super annoying and inappropriate. ]

Urahara Kisuke | Bleach

[hatician]

[Very OTA for gen and m/f for shipping, though see below as to why the latter is exceptionally unlikely:]

[Kisuke is the worst of two worlds. On his face, he's goofy to a looney tunes extent and doesn't seem to take anything seriously, deliberately playing with people for fun. On the inside, he's an insidious schemer who manipulates friends, allies, enemies, the postman and even your sweet old grandparents to accomplish his humble goal of keeping the world from exploding into a hellscape.

He also owns a candy shop and sells eccentric goods to soul reapers which has to be breaking at least a few laws here and there.]

Qi Rong | TGCF / Heaven Official's Blessing | ota

[savagest]

[While Qi Rong is canonically described as handsome and even bears a resemblance to his protagonist cousin, his personality is an absolute nightmare. He's obnoxious, violent, erratic, crass—and he eats people.

OTA gen; shipping/nsfw 21+. More extensive warnings and info in journal.]

[awarriorsheart]

( So, I've got a Dragonborn right here who can and will most likely get past all the physical aspects (considering her own scars and burn marks) and would be more than understanding of the emotional ones, considering her own history of shirking responsibilities until strictly impossible to get away from them, then even so, finding a way to mess it up, then getting drunk and picking fights when she ought to shut up.

I'm familiar with the Witcher canon and could AU her as a simple bard-turned-huntress with no magical abilities or we can leave this up in the vagueness of dreamwidth's overarching canon thing, but what I'm saying is, she'd be here to offer some comfort to a lonesome witcher if you're down to it? Maybe over a few drinks and a song? Something of the sort! )

[wolfdogwitcher]

{{Could definitely up for it! I certainly don't mind if she still has magical abilities, so however you want to AU her is good with me!}}

Marrow | Marvel Comics | M/F

[filthymutie]

[ Marrow (Sarah) has a mutation where her bones do not stop growing, as in sprouting new bone growth that breaks the skin. This ranges based on her canon point for the control she has over this mutation from a grown bone armor to erratic and random bone growth that is incredibly painful. Her attitude is not too pretty either, having been literally raised in a sewer by angry outcast mutants known as The Morlocks. ]

i hope this works!

[awarriorsheart]

"... And the dragons are gone."

With one last hum and strum of the lyre, Brynn tilted her head in the direction of the table that the two sat at. This was no ordinary performance, but she was not famous or necessarily bent on pursuing a career like master Dandelion or the ever brilliant Callonetta. She had played him a song, in private, as promised over a drink long ago and now here they were.

"One for you," she pushed the large mug of beer in his direction, then another one in her own. "And one for me."

Despite the surplus of alcohol, Brynhild was quite sober. And quite bent on showing the Witcher how she did, sincerely, wish for this to be a moment of respite for him. He was no beast, that much she had decided without question.

"Did I or did I not keep my word? Now's your turn. Drink up. Tell me what ails you."

[wolfdogwitcher]

He's grateful that the troubarix's interest and attention remains a small and private thing. He's not sure how his brother has endured Dandelion for decades: not just the way Geralt's most intimate business gets bandied about from the grandest manor to the lowest gutter but also how utterly exhausting Eskel imagines it must be to hold the man's peculiar fascination for all this time. It made him wary of other bards, but this one had treated him kindly and more or less respected his desire not to draw attention to himself.

"You did keep your word." He echoes over the top of his beer. "A private audience, a pretty song, and a drink." He takes a long draft and swipes foam from his ragged upper lip. "Nothin' ails me, I'm just tired." He rumbles. "Been sleeping rough of late. Cities have been too much trouble." He shakes his head. "Last place I thought I might spend the night, I heard tell they'd hanged two Cats in the town square. Wasn't about to show my mug and wind up on the scaffolding myself. Turned around and slept in a muddy sunflower field." The Cat School witchers might have done some legitimate crime, they tended towards degeneracy and cruelty, but Eskel had a feeling they might well have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[awarriorsheart]

“No wonder you look like hell,” she was honest, at least - not ever as a jab at his physique, but rather at his overall disposition and how tired he did look. It was a wonder he’d stayed awake during her performance though to be fair Brynn wasn’t about to chastise him if he’d dozed off mid-way. Theirs weren’t easy lives, true, but hers was a walk in that same sunflower field in comparison. The mention of the hanged Cats alone was a grim reminder of how so many people (more and more, it felt like) feared the witchers enough to wish to get rid of them as opposed to the true beasts that lurked around each corner.

She sighed, taking a good swig of her drink. The lyre was set aside for the time being and she inched her seat closer, enough to tentatively reach over and brush some hair off of the man’s forehead.

“You can stay here tonight. Hell, you can stay here however long you need. I know the innkeep and she’s keen on privacy.” She offered a small, warm smile. To be fair, the place was a bit of a shithole but as long as she performed a couple of songs, it was a guaranteed night (or morning) of sleep. This was more or less a night off - her time was entirely his. “Might even find an odd job or two in the vicinity tomorrow.”

[wolfdogwitcher]

He shifts a little in his seat when she reaches to brush some of the silver-shot black strands off his forehead, not used to being touched by relative strangers. But her proximity and attentiveness definitely makes him feel aware of just how rough he's been keeping.

"I've got the coin for a room." He says, as if convincing himself. The place was a little run down, but not the worst, and down on their luck places knew that a mutant's coin was as good as a man's.

[awarriorsheart]

"Please," she offers another smile in return. Her hand reluctantly parts from his hair but for a brief moment its as if she wished to trace one of his scars; her eyes were fixed on it, at least, an air of curiosity about her. Here she was telling him tales of old when he could be telling her his own instead.

She shakes herself out of reverie and downs another swig. "I'm inviting you. Stay here. There's a bed and there's enough ale that I can sleep once you've rested and set about your business. Who knows,"

She tilts her head. "Perhaps I can sing you to sleep, witcher."

[wolfdogwitcher]

Good thing it's only candlelight in here, he can pretend he hasn't turned a shade closer to the color of the absurd crimson jacket flung over the back of his chair.

"You can't ask me to sleep in a bed you've paid for." He says, somewhat incredulously. "The room, maybe." He'd sleep on the floor if he had to, like a gentleman.

Ash Crimson | The King of Fighters | OTA (keep shipping SFW and M/M)

[germinalcaprice]

[ Ash Crimson is a hot mess who can't be thoroughly described without spoiling his entire story arc, but in short he's a flamboyant French fuckhead who isn't above manipulating both sides of any conflict to further his own plans. he's snotty, he's self-absorbed, and he's greedy, yet somehow underneath it all is a man who's come to love the world around him so much he'd become a complete wild card to protect it.

will you come to love him? we'll have to see! ]

[awarriorsheart]

"I can damned well do whatever I want, can't I now?" She laughed - mirthful, though not particularly loud, but oh so sure of herself. Like hell she'd let the man who'd been sleeping out in the fields sleep on the floor of all places. She was no monster.

"Come on now. If it makes you feel better, I can sit beside you until you nod off. All I ask in return is you tell me a story of your own before we part ways."

[wolfdogwitcher]

She's very fond of deals, this bard.

"I'm pretty sure I warned you last time that my stories aren't as exciting as the ones you hear in Master Dandelion's ballads." He says, squinting thoughtfully into his mug. He's going to want more booze when this is done.

Last time, he had traded her a story of a basilisk that had swallowed a child. A child who was saved by Eskel turning up in just the knick of time to kill the beast and pull her from its crop so quickly she was still alive (if extraordinarily traumatized).

tsukino usagi | bssm

[moondusted]

( not the meme's target herself, but i'd be remiss if she didn't hear "unloveable," then bust every door and several brick walls down to get to them because BITCH YOU REALLY THOUGHT

SHE WILL LOVE YOU. TRY HER.

ota gen, f/m for shipping. )

[awarriorsheart]

"Master Dandelion has the talent of making even the most mundane tale sound like an epic for decades to come. You know my interest isn't in telling these stories. I just want to hear them."

It's true. His stories are grim and quite forward, but she wants to hear them for his exploits, not necessarily to sing praises afterwards. Sure, they undoubtedly make their way into her artistry from time to time but she has always treated that more as a consequence of inspiration than a deliberate act.

"'Sides," she peers into her own mug, noting how remarkably empty it's becoming. Thankfully they've a couple of bottles left to go through for now. Her gaze turns to him before she speaks again and remains fixed, contemplative. Almost reverent. "I'd rather hear something different this time."

[wolfdogwitcher]

He's got a bottle in his bags piled up by the fire too, a bag of warm spiced whiskey he'd gotten collecting on a law of surprise from one of last season's client, a dwarf merchant he had escorted on the road from Mount Carbon to Vengerberg. The man had returned home to find that his brother had started a distillery and Eskel's claim had won him the first bottle presented to the merchant when the witcher ran across him in Vengerberg recently. It would be a good bottle to split with company. He had been intending to bring it home, but depending on his thirst this evening, they might crack it open.

"Sure." He says, rolling up his sleeves and offering her his scarred forearms. "Pick a scar."

[awarriorsheart]

She can't make promises. For all it's worth, Brynn could drink the night away and sleep for the whole day but it isn't in her nature to impose on him too much; not to mention the innkeeper might start to wonder what exactly her bard is making of the establishment. Not that it should matter.

She downs the rest of her beer in one swift swig, hammering the mug down with a sharp inhale and a couple of blinks of her eyes. Then, she pulls her chair closer to him and takes his offer - as any nose bard would - to trace the scars with her fingertips first, making her choice. Her eyes are fixed on the task... Until she looks up at him and briefly, only lightly, traces one of the scars running across his lip.

She wants to ask, but her gut feeling warns her that it might hit too close to home. Still she remains frozen in place for a moment too long before forcefully pulling her gaze and hands down again, swallowing dryly and tracing a smaller one on his right forearm. "This- this one."

If she'd been more attentive just now, she would have noticed that she picked the exact same one as she had the first time he'd let her have her pick. But right now, she clearly isn't.