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Do you like boys? What about sad boys who volunteer at animal shelters and cry at animal rescue videos at 3am? Who is an aspiring author but spends most of his time laying on the floor of his apartment with his giant Great Dane while all creativity leaves him? Well if you are maybe interested in any of that, or just want to watch the poor guy wither under social pressure, Daniel Layne might be the guy for you!

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                 for alex, walking through the world, out in the   WILD   so far from his   retreat   home was meant for keeping his head down with a path planned for his feet to follow. eyes are stuck down upon his phone as he moves forward   ;   earphone cords   SWINGING   in the light breeze and toss of his footsteps, only to jolt and stop   —   something has blocked his path and he spring to attention before he knocks into whatever it is   …   an arm, as it would be, when he finally does look up.

                                  ❛❛   i, um   …   ❞   what did he say   ?                                                    ❛❛   i - i’m sorry, could you   REPEAT   that   ?   ❞                  he’s honest in his statement at the very least. he pulls one earbud out as he speaks   ;   tucking it into the collar of his shirt as he   GRASPS   the outheld paper, scanning it for keywords before revising it for a second time fully and turning his gaze back upwards.   ❛❛   uh, i apologize but i’m   …   ❞   not interested. or so he   wants   to say. he just wanted to get to the supermarket, buy some things he needed, and get   STRAIGHT   back home   —   but one look into the male’s desperate expression and he can’t help but feel it’d be a bit   …   fucked up to not let him elaborate further.   ❛❛   a bit confused is all   !   c – can you, uh, tell me more about this   ?   ❞   might as well act dumb for this dude’s sake, why not   ?

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   Pale features are overcome with a rising undertone of crimson, the flyers grasped between his fingers gripped at with such desperation that the paper crinkles; and eyes of oceans flit their stare down to multi-colored sneakers. There’s SOME feigned relief that at least a sheet was taken, but even he could see his mistake in approaching the other--not having noticed that their attention was preoccupied with earbuds and not to those around. Daniel breathes, slow and shallow, and it takes a moment for him to find his voice.

       “It’s--for the lo-local animal shelter. We need volunteers, donations, a-and fosters, an-any bit helps--!”

   It wasn’t too difficult to understand the lack of interest--it was near every day he stood on the sidewalks attempting to gather the interest of the public, to which most walked by without little look, or politely declined, or as for some, less than politely. Perhaps he wasn’t the best SUITED for such a job, but somebody had to do it. 

   An unsteady hand reaches out, index jutted to motion to the slip of paper that the stranger had taken.

       “There are s-some profiles for our--our currently adopted pets in there as well.”

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effrayantt:

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Rowan was completely used to the frightened, or cautiously polite reactions (or even the disgusted judgmental looks) when people saw his tall stature combined with his darker choices of clothing, but this was by far one of the more visibly animated responses he had seen. He glanced at the weapon in his own hands, the large jousting lance, and raised an eyebrow as he gazed back at the stranger.

“….. Yes? I am.” Rowan answered truthfully, brushing aside any temptations of ignoring the Faunus boy and walking away. He was a hunter after all, and despite how he may appear, he was willing to help others if they required assistance. “Did you need something…?”

–{✶}– 

   Eyes of soft blue flicker, scouring the tall antlered Faunus up and down--now that the distance between them was closed, the Hyena suddenly felt far smaller in the Huntsman’s presence. His throat convulses with a thick swallow, gloved palms pressing together as a sudden stammer overcomes his already meek tone.

      “Um--yes, I mean--no, I--I mean, m-maybe?”

   Lips quirk in a grimace as a wince seethes through, a round of curses muddled in the back of his mind that he managed to keep from nipping the air. A sudden huff, nostrils flaring as the boy does his very best to seek some sense of waning confidence. 

      “I--I lost...SOMETHING, and you are--are trained to find...said somethings. I--uh...c-could I hire your help--?”

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wa-uii:

“….” How many times has he heard that one before? Max isn’t all too obvious that such a statement didn’t bother him one bit. Though as he parted his lips, ready to say something back it’s as if this individual bit their own tongue and now was a panicked mess due to the pain. 

That was kind of annoying but in all this one didn’t mean any harm to it. “…Hm okay…Is that all you wanted to say to me or do you want to panic even more to make your point?” Brown eyes stare while he waited for a reply. 

It wasn’t his fault that he was so tall, in fact there was a point within his life that he was kind of short. Though with an abnormal growth spurt his height changed drastically. 

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     His mouth opens, as if ready to retort--yet, a moment later, it shuts again with a clench of his jaw, and his head bows down out of embarrassed respect. 

   “I’m really--really sorry.”

     Apology flits from his tongue in a quickened murmur, barely coherent with the swift roll of his voice and the lack of any proper pronunciation. A soft curse breaks out a wince upon pale lips, and with a sudden jolt his head is pulled upright, and his far smaller frame had returned to its withered state from his previous attempt of confidence.

   “N-no--...no, I, um--”

   Skinny fingers fidget, slipping down to the pocket on the over sized hoodie he wore; and with a bit of rustling, a flyer is pulled out and held forward. The parchment was thin and shaded in a soft purple, little paw prints decorating the edges and a photo of a puppy and kitten snuggling was smack dab in the center.

   “Would you, maybe--um-...be interested in donating to--to the local animal shelter?”

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1v1 ME SCRUB

I don’t wanna do that, I’d feel bad TOTALLY DEMOLISHING YOU. 

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Do you like boys? What about sad boys who volunteer at animal shelters and cry at animal rescue videos at 3am? Who is an aspiring author but spends most of his time laying on the floor of his apartment with his giant Great Dane while all creativity leaves him? Well if you are maybe interested in any of that, or just want to watch the poor guy wither under social pressure, Daniel Layne might be the guy for you!

Please like and or reblog if you’re interested in interaction with a fandomless OC who is spread over a few verses along with his main, (RWBY, HP, OW, WoW, Pokemon, and more!). Be sure to read the rules / about before interacting! 

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Daniel has a Great Dane that he has lovingly named MONSTER, and despite the dog being near as large as he is (and taller when on his hind legs), Monster is well behaved and a total lapdog, and it’s a surprise at all that Daniel’s landlord had allowed him to keep such a large pet in the apartment. 

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   “You.......are really tall.”

      Man, did he REALLY have to prepare himself for that one; the blond’s chest puffed out and chin held high, mouth twisted into a flat frown when observing the stranger a whole foot taller than himself. It takes but a handful of seconds after he’d spoke to recognize his mistake, and that confidence bleeds away to leave the younger to deflate. Oh no.

   “I--...uh--...I mean, you’re pretty tall! I mean--no, you’re not that tall--no, you are, but, oh shit. Please stop me. It’s happening, word vomit, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, oh my God--”

      Two hands clap over his own mouth as pale cheeks aglow with rising crimson, embarrassment biting down with its hardened fangs to prove to Daniel just what he had done wrong. Speaking without thinking was going to be his downfall, he could feel it. 

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   “C’mon, just do it. This guy isn’t scary.”

       A mere murmur to himself, head dipped low and shoulders jutted upwards; attempting to sike himself up and gain any teeny, tiny thread of confidence he could manage to find. The volunteer’s nose wrinkles, thick brows crease, and his head whips up just quick enough to leave a nice crick that causes him to freeze. Smooth. The pain in his neck is rubbed at, a near whine slipped from his tongue before swallowing it back down and re-doing his ‘ritual’. 

     A breath is drawn in, and pale fingers clench tightly around the small, thin flyers clutched in his hand; and with an unsteady stride, he saunters forth to the stranger with an awkwardly skinny, and outstretched arm.

   “Pleasetakeaflyer.”

     First task: Failed. 

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@effrayantt

–{✶}– 

     There’s apprehension heavy in the air, the Faunus’ large eyes focused onto another; onto one he could only assume to be a HUNTSMAN. The clothing, the weapon, and the overall stature of the stranger seemed to be enough of a tell; but the Faunus trait they held seemed to be far more distracting than anything else. 

   The onlooker himself flinches, the large, rounded ears of sandy blond protruding from his mane of messy hair twitching violently, as if the appendages alone were attempting to move their host forward. A step, then two, and they’re shaken near as much as the boy’s voice when it finally reaches the air.

   “Um--....excuse me. Are--are you a Huntsman--?”

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missninetails:

A nod is given to the other understanding their dilemma. “No as far as I think you’re fine in that aspect, again sorry for staring there was a lot on my mind.” 

Mentally the fox cursed at herself for practicing a soul ability in the open as it does indeed look like she’s spaced.

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     Daniel fidgets, a hand subconsciously splayed over his mouth in the case that there WAS anything stuck there for it to be hidden. 

   “It’s, uh--...it’s okay.” 

   He clears his throat, the heel of his shoe clicking against the ground in uncertainty. Should he--..say something else? Walk away? 

   “...Are you alright?”

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missninetails:

“Sorry..I was partially spacing out.” A slight lie however she rubs the back of her neck somewhat embarrassed.

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      A sigh of withering relief rattles the man’s lungs, his own hues of blue flickering to nothing more than the multicolored sneakers adorning his feet.

   “That’s--...okay, it happens sometimes.

             I was afraid there was something stuck--stuck in my TEETH.”

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   “I--...I would REALLY appreciate it if’n you’d stop lookin’ at me like that.”

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                                                 Plays too many video games and cries for rescue dogs. 

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