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✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 : 𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖨𝖲𝖤 .
an idle thumb flicked the wheel of the antique zippo lighter ( yeah , sue him for being a little pretentious ; it was three nickels at some old witch's yard sale and though a cheap bic off the gas stations shelves would do the trick just fine , griffin thought it looked fuckin' sick ) grasped between thin fingers. the sparks lingered for only a moment before fizzling out , dancing just shy of the cigarette bobbing between his lips. a non-committal hum was all he offered as a single brow lifted “ me ? step down from a challenge ? please , you really think i ain't shit , huh ? ” there was a lilting edge of a taunt to his words but as his gaze lifted , there was a razor-sharp curiosity lurking in their depths. his smirk didn't falter . instead , he straightened and rolled his shoulders , sauntering past her with a smug confidence that all but oozed from his pores with every step. he plucked the dart waiting for him , turning on his heel and tilting his head back to cast her a look over his shoulder.
( hey , the government didn't train a little bitch ; the trained a mercenary. )
his grin widened , pearly whites glittering in the lights – and as he flashed her a saucy wink , he blew a kiss and stage-whispered with glee “ this one's for you. ” a flick of his wrist and a dart sliced through the air, piercing the balloon centered in the direct bulls-eye of the target – all without his gaze moving from eloise's face. his smirk turned smug , “ and that's how you earn tips at envy. parlor tricks for the road , ya know ? " ( hey , omitting the fact that you've got perfect aim 'cause you're a former assassin isn't lying , is it ? )
𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗠'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥. ♡ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 : open to @h3roisms . ♡ 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : the darts stall .
the dart in her hand swirled smoothly between her fingers before it flew through the air and nailed the target right in the middle with a swoosh. eloise celebrated mildly, composure always the face of her graceful demeanor. she offered the last remaining dart of her stash to griffin with a smirk. “ so … do you think you can beat that ? ” the question, permeated with defiance, was nothing but a provocative murmur, low with a hint of derision. she couldn’t help it — there was a challenging fire that griffing ignited in eloise everytime, a push and pull daily dance that only became stronger in scenarios like this. “ or did you already make your peace with the fact i’m gonna drag you through the mud ? ”
#〘 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡 𝗛 . 〙— ✧.* interactions .#going with the whole 'i cant read u and it is making it rly annoying and hard to like u' think and griff being like yeah ok ill bite#KJNDFKJNDFKJNDF#smoking tw //
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( mason gooding . cis man . he/him ) — blasting slow dancing in the dark by joji down main street we’ve spotted GRIFFIN HAWKHAUSER sporting their favorite pair of garnet earrings. the twenty-nine year old PHOENIX-AVIAN SHIFTER HYBRID who’s been in town for six months often can be seen checking out his own reflection in every window he passes by , schmoozing customers with a flirtatious grin and a lilting purr into buying ' just one more drink ' to max out his tips that night , casually scrolling some form of social media at all times, or working as a BARTENDER at ENVY. people say they display charismatic and deceitful traits, but we rather trust their vibes: brilliant red feathers that glitter with iridescence under the twilight sun, a camera-ready smile that masks something dark and dangerous beneath a veneer of arrogant confidence, russian roulette with a fully loaded gun, glowing amber eyes peering at you through the darkness of an abyss. also, we’ve heard they love A FRESH PACK OF NEWPORTS ! aren’t they fascinating ?
soldiers aren’t born – 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚, fashioned from 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 with 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉.
I . 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥 ...
name — griffin "griff " hawkhauser ( formerly , kenneth taylor ) // age — twenty-nine // date of birth — april 20 . // astrological — taurus sun , scorpio moon , virgo rising // height — five foot ten inches // language & dialect — american english , california / west coast accent // body modications — lobe piercings on both ears , belly button piercing , multiple tattoos over chest and arms // biological parents — alexander taylor (incarcerated) & amelia aronson (alive ; no contact) // occupation — former federal special ops agent, bartender at envy // build — lean and built, visible muscle definition, even distribution with thicker shoulders and back muscles
II . 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ...
mama's boy - dominic fike // slow dancing in the dark - joji // sugar - brockhampton // icon - jaden // lose - travis scott // rip 2 my youth - the neighbourhood // brand new person , same old mistakes - tame impala
II . 𝗕𝗜𝗢 ... TRIGGER WARNING FOR : FOSTER CARE SYSTEM , SMOKING , DEATH MENTIONS , DRUG MENTIONS.
the thing they don’t tell you about foster care is that no one gives a fuck about you; they don’t care whether you can eat, shit, or piss in peace , whether you’re gonna have a clean blanket to sleep with , or if you od in a ditch like every other sad fuck that ends up in the system. you’re just another number – and the freedom you wanted so damn bad as a kid started to really kick you in the ass. the world was a cruel fuckin’ bitch – and you learned that lesson quick.
the kind were subjugated , the disadvantaged exploited further and further , and those who harbored ill will in their heart always came out the victor. you watched good people get chewed up and spat , left with nothing more than hollow convictions and a laundry list of regrets.
you kept your head down after the first three placements flopped. they called you all sorts of things ; problem child was the nicest one , but you started getting used to the other ones , too. ungrateful brat , a delinquent with no future , a bad influence on the other kids.
you smoke a joint once and you’re suddenly the antichrist. but the motherfucker who’s tooth you knocked out deserved it. he stole your fuckin’ hoodie – you saved up for months for that damn thing.
another thing you learn is that the systems feed each other ; it was a self-cannibalizing – and it exploited you just like it did the rest. You were just another kid from the wrong side of the tracks , one who looked to the skies for relief – and you graduated high-school with big dreams and not a damn lick of the knowledge you needed to achieve ‘em. so you do the only thing you can. you work dead end jobs – one after another – and the world feels so fuckin’ bleak you sometimes wondered if it’d be easier to just become another cog in the machine.
but , hey , you never gave in that easy ; you disillusioned yourself with the drugs , the booze , the cigarettes. you looked in the mirror and the motherfucker lookin’ back at you looked more and more like a stranger every damn day. you are still good , you told yourself , you can be good.
except you’re not ; you’re rotten to the very core , just like your damn daddy. you were smoking a cigarette at 3 am after pulling your fourth graveyard shift in a row when you saw some shady shit go down. you just couldn’t keep your fuckin’ head down – fatal flaw , achilles heel , ‘cause , really , you want to be good – and you walked in on some shit you shouldn’t have. you witnessed a murder – and not just any murder , some gang-related bullshit that went right over your goddamn head.
next thing you knew , you were bargaining for your life – you live , you owe them a debt. you learned to smooth talk after years in the system. smile pretty , bat your lashes , purr just the tiniest bit … be the pretty boy with the nice smile and they’ll turn a blind eye … they always do. and it somehow fuckin’ worked – ‘cause you’re a damn miracle worker – but they give you a catch : you’re the newest bitch to the underground crime circle and you’re gonna kill some people.
the stint didn’t last long , thank christ ; the feds busted ‘em and you panicked that you were facing jailtime – except lady luck decided to kiss your ass some more. they say they could use someone with the quick thinking and reflexes you showed the night of the raid. ( you were trying to save your own skin so you defected – told the boots where to go and where to find the big boss ) and they gave you a job.
next thing you knew , you signed your life over to become a weapon.
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they broke you.
piece by piece , atom by atom – they tore you apart and built their perfect toy soldier from what little remained of your sorry sack of bones.
they stripped you of your name – kenneth taylor was dead. the identity of griffin hawkhauser was created from thin air and bestowed upon you like a gift even though it would soon become a curse , your personal cross to bear.
they sent you into missions that only the most deranged of adrenaline junkies would ever dare to take on – and you seemed to fit that bill. your life , thus far , had been one fuck-up after the next. now , at least , you lived life on the edge. you let yourself fight the good fight. you stormed buildings with blazing guns , gone undercover , jet-setred around the world to work alongside foreign dignitaries with wire taps and spy gear out the wazoo. you felt like you were finally becoming something – and with it came a false sense of bravado.
an invincible man is what you became ; the high of griffin hawkhauser brought with it a nurtured ego , a curated sense of grandeur that allowed your sly smiles to ooze with sex appeal and confidence despite the twisting maelstrom of chaos that dwelled just beneath the surface. you worked people like tools with a smile on your face – because you , too , were nothing but a tool to the government. you became their weapon – and weapons didn’t weep.
you saw more money than you could have ever imagined ; a ludicrous amount of zeroes inflated your head , made you see stars and revel in the luxury for the first time in your sad , pathetic life. your disillusionment only festered and soon , you grew reckless. they took hold and planted their seeds – and soon , as the roots took deep within , you succumbed to the machine you’ve been fighting with for all these years.
the first time you died , you made peace with it ; you already knew that the bird that soared in your heart wouldn’t be able to save you as you laid in a pool of your own blood , every wheezing breath full of agony. your lungs were punctured and you had more bullet-holes than brains left. you thought to yourself – well , it was a good run , but i guess it’s time to finally say goodbye.
and then the world was on fire.
you were reborn in your own ashes and the hawk within you screeched to life. the government learned two things that night : one , you were not a human being , but something far more mystifying , and two , you were unkillable.
oh , how joyous a night it was for them – and the marker of your second death , and then your third , fourth , fifth … you stopped counting after death two-hundred and forty-eight. they learned you were unkillable and sent you on one suicide mission after the other , knowing you were indispensable.
you were bleeding out for the five hundred and twenty-first time when you thought to yourself – damn , you’re back in that fucking cage again.
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you ran away again.
this time , you were going to be free.
you fuckin’ meant it this time.
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portum opened its arms to you and you found yourself trembling. a world in which you were not a weapon nor a cog in the goddamn machine had felt like a pipe dream after all the years – but now , it felt like a reality.
you dug through your mind and pulled out the part of you that you had relied on so heavily to get you through it all. you wore your cunning smile and erased the past from existence. here , you are griffin hawkhauser , a man that bartends by night and soars the skied by day. here , you will be free – and no one , not a damn thing , will tether you again. you wear your false bravado and sink deep into its familiar embrace.
soon , you hope , you’ll begin to feel the confidence in earnest. soon , you will become the man you should have always been.
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✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 ... open ! ✧˚ · . 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ... aphelion books !
the orange glow of twilight filtered through the windows , bathing the bookshelves of aphelion in warm hues. golden hour had always been ziggy’s favorite time of day ; it reminded him of gentle birdsong and the rustle of the undergrowth as the forest animals darted back to the shelter of their burrows , hunkering down to weather the darkness that would soon follow. dark curls bounced with every movement as ziggy danced form one aisle to the next , precariously balancing a stack of books in one arm as his other hand moved to tuck them away into their designated space with deft fingers. he hummed a tune under his breath that only grew still when the gentle tinkle of the bell attached to the main entrance. the nymph grinned , a warm , mega-watt smile that could light up a room brightening his expression as he lifted his dark gaze. “ hey , welcome in ! we close in about an hour , but let me know if there’s anything i can help you with ! we’ve got a brand new display of mystery novels just in time for the season , if you’d like to take a look ! “
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✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 ... @veilsdrawn ! ✧˚ · . 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ... the townhouse !
as the dull glow of the television ( what a strange name ; ziggy could have sworn that magic box was more fitting , but the giggles ver had given him when he first uttered the words had been enough to shame him into using the correct terminology despite her reassurance that her amusement hadn’t been at his expense , really ) bathed him and his roommate in its familiar warmth. the warbling audio had long since stopped making much sense to him , his mind far too occupied with straying thoughts on the latest shipment of comics from ophelion’s vendors that was meant to arrive the next day for him to truly focus on the cheesy , trope-filled dialogue of the soap opera verena had flicked the channel too. despite his lack of attention , dark eyes remained glued to the screen , visibly entertained by the rich , borderline gaudy , color scheme of the melodrama unfolding before them. a soft chuckle escaped ziggy before he fidgeted with the strings of his hoodie , tucking the thin , plastic end between his teeth to gnaw on it. he slouched , allowing himself to all but melt into the comfortable , overstuffed cushions of their couch. he and ver had managed to unearth the gem of a loveseat on the curbside – and though it had taken more manpower than ziggy cared to admit to lug it back into their shared space , he found himself sighing pleasant in relief every time he sank into its plush comfort after a long day … and tonight was no exception. thick , black curls fanned out against the back of the couch as he allowed his head to fall back against it , blowing a raspberry with his lips as he huffed out a sigh that bordered on semi-dramatic. ( sue him , the over-the-top acting panning out on the screen before him was infectious. ) ziggy tilted his head enough to cast ver a look through wide eyes , dark depths glittering with mirth even in the low lights. “ y’know , cornelius isn’t cuddling with you ‘cause you fed him iceberg instead of romaine last night , “ the nymph chirped in amusement , words laced with a rasping ghost of a chuckle as he bit the inside of his cheek to quiet the sound. lips curled in a lop-sided grin full of boyish charm as he tongued his canine – this time , he didn’t bother concealing the amused snicker that followed his words once hs poke again , “ he’s giving you the silent treatment … told me so himself. “
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✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 ... @macabr3s !
the delicate beauty of freshly-bloomed petals never ceased to leave ziggy sighing with mystified awe ; the white oleander had quickly become one of the nymph’s favorite haunts within portum – it was like he had walked into a small pocket of his old home , surrounded by lush greenery and the earthy scent of nature’s beauty. despite the dull twinge of lingering guilt that never quite seemed to leave him , ziggy couldn’t help but yearn for his home every time he wandered through the threshold of white oleander , fingertips tracing the curved outlines of waxy leaves and the gentle edges of blossoming flowers . when the sound of the owner’s voice filtered through the air , the nymph perked. dark eyes flickered with warmth as his lips curled into a lop-sided smile. his fingertips rested against the unfurling petals of a young peony and as his touch lingered , the delicate pink flower suddenly expanded – the subtle pulse of magic was unintentional and as the plush sensation of petals blooming against his fingertips caught his attention , ziggy’s eyes widened. “ oh ! crap , s-sorry … “ he flashed an awkward and timid smile , jerking his hand away and quickly tucking it behind his back – making him look far more like a naughty child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. he cleared his throat and gnawed at a semi-chapped lower lip , blinking balefully over at the dark-haired femme . “ actually – ah , i stopped by to ask if you had any extra packets of fertilizing packets ? my potted plants are starting to wilt a-and i noticed the little nutrient packs that come with the flowers works really well … “ nevermind that the nymph could siphon fresh life into wilting plants if he so desired ; sometimes it was simply the principle of the matter , the effort behind nourishing a growing plant , that offered ziggy any real satisfaction.
「 🔗 」 STATUS. ﹕ open. 「 🔗 」 LOCATION. ﹕ white oleander 「 🔗 」 FEAT. ﹕ theo & your muse.
“ i’ll be there in a sec ! ” theo calls out from the back as the bell by the front door sounds . she lets out a satisfied sigh as she eyes her latest arrangement before picking up the bouquet and venturing out towards the front of the shop . “ what can i getcha ? lookin’ for something specific ? or do you want some suggestions ? we’ve got some beautiful chrysanthemums that just came in today . ”
#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* interactions .#ft . theo .#hello pls feel free to assume connections / dont feel obligated to match!! <3#i b rambling
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✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 ... @m4gicals
the first breath of warm vanilla and spiced cinnamon filled ziggy’s lungs the moment he crossed the bakery’s threshold , lips curled into a wide smile and dark eyes dancing with mirth. eloise’s voice was as gentle and lilting as always – it often reminded the nymph of a pleasant summer breeze , lifting his spirits effortlessly anytime he found himself in her orbit. basking in her familiar glow was a welcome reprieve from the anxious curiosity that often nipped closely at his heels , reminding him that even in a world he had yet to grow intimately familiar with , there was always kindness to be found. her suggestions only made the grin dancing across his features widen , enough to form a dimple against his cheeks. “ i’ll take that brownie – but the muffin sounds really good , too ! “ his chirp was bright and buoyant , a breath of a laughter coloring his words as he bounced back against the balls of his feet . an inquisitive gaze skimmed over the glass display at the counter , crooning soft ooh’s and ahh’s as his brows lifted , expression betraying his youthful excitement ; every time ziggy allowed himself to peruse eloise’s confections felt like the first and he did little quell his admiration and awe – after all , if anyone deserved the praise , it was her. . “ i dunno if i’m in a fruity or chocolatey mood today , so … can i get all three ? please ? �� ziggy finally conceded , head lifting to peer over at her , the dark depths of his brown-eyed gaze glittering as he smiled over at her. thick black curls bounced as he lifted a hand to card his calloused fingers through them , pushing a few stray locks off his forehead in the meantime. “ oh, wait , before I get my hands all messy with pastries … “ ziggy started excitedly once more , as if he had just remembered why he had come to sweetest tooth at all. he dug through his messenger back with a mutter under his breath , brows pinching before his expression lit up as he finally found what he was looking for. “ ah-hah ! here , i found that vintage hard-cover edition of crime and punishment i told you about ! i still have no idea why they sold it to us … i swear , this thing could get a lot of hits on the e-bay , or something ! " he placed the book against the countertop before gingerly sliding it towards her. when ziggy peered at her through his lashes , his hopeful expression made him look younger than his twenty-four years , a timid smile tugging at his lips all the while. “ i dunno if dostoevski’s work is for you , but i wanted to let you take a look at it before we put it on display … don’t tell my boss , okay ? “
♡ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 : open . ♡ 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : the sweetest tooth .
the characteristic smell of cinnamon and vanilla engulfed the place, sweet and warm, giving it its trademark scent, and eloise’s voice filled the bakery as it often did when it was devoid of too many clients. “ if you want my opinion, i think you should go with the brownies, ” a smile touched her features, gentle and welcoming. “ or perhaps a muffin, i’ve made them this morning and they have blueberries, although i also have the classic with chocolate chips. ” always enthusiastic when it came to her sweets, she eagerly waited for her customer’s decision, a giddy feeling between her ribs, the smile small yet lovely and unwavering etched on her countenance.
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countdown to reservation dogs season 3! (6/36)
bear in 2.02 - run
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"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have
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i could be your loser boyfriend. do you ever think about that
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sorry I didn't mean to start tearing up as soon as I start trying to talk about my feelings, my bad
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tag dump !
〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* isms . 〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* visage . 〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* interactions . 〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* headcanon . 〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* answered . 〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* starter .
〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* out of character . 〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* task . 〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* plot drop .
#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* isms .#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* visage .#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* interactions .#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* headcanon .#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* answered .#〘 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗠 . 〙— ✧.* starter .#〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* out of character .#〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* task .#〘 𝗚𝗘𝗡 . 〙— ✧.* plot drop .
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( d'pharaoh woon-a-tai . trans man . he/him ) — blasting hold on till may by pierce the veil down main street we’ve spotted ZIIGWAN " ZIGGY " MASKWA sporting their worn-out dog tag necklace with a date etched into it. the twenty-four year old NYMPH who’s been in town for two years often can be seen trying to befriend every dog he bumps into, tidying up any cast-aside litter on his morning jog, attempting to up his deadlift weight, or info-dumping to anyone who'll listen about his favorite comics & movies, or working as a CLERK at APHELION BOOKS. people say they display selfless and obstinate traits, but we rather trust their vibes: wild curls with daisy chains braided through them, flashing a bloody grin while sporting bruised knuckles after driving off the punks ashing cigarettes out on the tender leaves of a budding plant, the golden heart of a larger-than-life comic book hero, and a smattering of freckles against tanned skin. also, we’ve heard they love VINTAGE COMIC BOOKS ! aren’t they fascinating ?
TRIGGER WARNING FOR : DEATH .
nymphs – protectors of the land , nature , and all that mother earth holds dear … ziigwan maskwa was born to protect the heart & soul of the great lakes. as one of the last descendants of an ancient clan of nymphs that has always overseen the rocky shores of the lakes , whispering promises of benevolence and kindness to the creatures shuffling through the wooded undergrowth and standing steadfast as the protectors of everything the land had to offer , ziigwan always viewed life as a gift. it was something precious , something to be kept sacred for as long as one could stand to – and though mortals came and left this plane in a mere blink of an eye , nymphs like him were meant to remain on this earth for as long as eternity , itself. he knew it would be his responsibility when the time came to be the guide for the voices of nature – that soon enough , the duty he had been born to fulfill would fall upon his shoulders. he danced in the rain , befriended the rabbits and the foxes alike , and sang the melodies of the wind for much of his youth …
until he made a friend – a strange , belligerent young boy that appeared in the woods he called home. he wasn’t kind and sweet like ziigwan was – he was instead callous , brutish , quick to sneer and jeer at the slightest hint of weakness. where ziigwan wept over the broken wings of a young chick that had toppled from its nest , the boy that found him in the forest scoffed and told him not to cry – that crybabies couldn’t be protectors. that he needed to be strong if he ever wished to be brave. ziigwan would look at him with wide-eyed awe , mystified by his bold proclamations … and though the boy would stomp away and declare that he had better things to do than putter about in the undergrowth , ziigwan felt something pull at his chest – tethering him to the stranger that seemed to appear in the shadows of the trees every day at dusk , like clockwork.
ziigwan was innocent and kind , a boy who had nowhere to go but deeper into the woods – and as he chased the boy that appeared before him , something kindled between them … a friendship that ziigwan was certain would last beyond an eternity. the boy seemed irritated at first , asking why a crybaby like him would toddle after him like a lost puppy – but the irritation soon grew into begrudging acceptance … and soon enough , they were inseparable. the stranger to the forest and the boy who would soon grow to protect it formed a kinship that became unbreakable.
when ziigwan’s mother grew ill , it was the boy that held his hand as he wept while he watched the last dregs of life ebb away from her frail form. when the world started to feel bleak and empty , flowers wilting at his feet and birdsong growing silent whenever he passed , it was the boy that grabbed his hand and demanded that he keep pushing – because a crybaby like him should only cry when he’s overcome with joy and happiness … not like this , not when the earth needed his smile to continue thrumming with the gift of life.
they grew together – and in that time , the boy would come to him in the woods with gifts and tokens. they shared books – comics , the boy would later tell him , full of vivid colors and tales of heroes from a land far beyond. they sat together under the stars , heads tucked closely together , as they pieced together the stories over the different editions and volumes they had been able to scour. he taught ziigwan about life among humans , a world of technology and strange devices – something a nature druid like him could barely even fathom.
years passed – decades , even – and along with the modernization with the outside world came troubles he could have never anticipated. malicious entities – mortal and supernatural alike – encroached upon the sacred land of the great lakes , destroying its natural beauty. ziigwan , blessed with the magic of nature , had the ability to communicate with animals around him and siphon life into wilting plants – a peaceful and benevolent manifestation of magic … but when his home was threatened , something inside of the pure-hearted boy snapped .
overcome with anger that the land his mother had died in was being desecrated , ziigwan lost control of the kindness in his heart and instead allowed the darkness to gnaw at his insides until it consumed him entirely. natural disasters came in swift succession ; mortal lives were lost as cliffsides grew weak , crumbling into avalanches. the lakes began to flood, drowning those foolish enough to try and steal its beauty and splendor. the earth began to quake and splinter underfoot. even the kindest hearts had their breaking point – and just when ziigwan was on the cusp of falling victim to his own pain , the boy he had grown up with shouted through the void , begging him to stop.
he doesn’t recall the details of that night , nor will he ever allow himself to. not when it had robbed him of the only other love he had left. the next thing he knew , the boy was gone – dead , another victim to the calamities of nature. a lifeless body was all that remained and as ziigwan held him in his arms , he wept. the trees grew barren , leaves falling from the gnarled branches until they were laid bare , just like his heart.
just like the boy.
dead and gone , empty and lifeless … the opposite of life , ziigwan learned , was devoid of beauty. it was ugly and full of pain – and if he could have it his way , he’d never bear witness to it ever again. he took the silver dog-tag necklace around the boy’s neck and cradled it to his chest as he wept. the great lakes , the lands he had been sworn to protect , were nothing to him if all it did was drive him to cause havoc and destruction. deceit against the mortals was a foolish game that won him no favors.
he turned his back on the lakes and fled , swearing on the body of the boy he had grown to love so deeply and wholly that he would never , ever let his heart be swayed by the mortal darkness that dwelled within him again. ziigwan promised that he would wear his smile and show his kindness no matter where he went – and that whenever he wept , it would be from joy , not pain … just like the boy had always told him. he would become the hero in the comic books they giggled into during all those nights. he would persevere with nothing but joy and warmth in his heart – even if it left him feeling like a fraud , even if it felt like a life lived as a lie. he would do it – for him. always for him.
guilt ate at him for abandoning his post – but as he stumbled into portum , the quiet sanctity the strange hamlet offered him was a welcome reprieve. here , ziigwan reasoned , he could learn to be what the boy always believed he was. here , he could learn to find happiness until he felt ready to take back the realm of nature he had been born to protect.
here , he would smile. and ziigwan hoped it would be enough.
𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 …
ziggy is a nymph , a nature druid that was born to an ancient clan that oversees the great lakes ; his generational magic is elemental in nature – specifically , he can control plants and communicate with animals. he can speed up a plant’s life cycle or slow it down … and through the years , he’s also learned how to mutate a plant into taking shapes it wouldn’t naturally. he can create thick vines that can be used offensively if he so desires , but his abilities are capped due to his youth. he has very limited control over other elements – he can just barely manipulate water and has an extremely weak affinity for fire. however , he’s unable to successfully create fire or transform other forms of water into its liquid state ( ie : gaseous or solid water. ) his communication with animals is not a clear or direct understanding ; he is , in a way , an empath that can interpret the general feelings and moods of animals he comes across. for example , he can sense that a yapping dog is anxious and can accommodate for that to soothe the dog’s mood.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 …
ziggy is a kind-hearted boy with an overly-excitable personality. he chooses kindness , always – even at his own detriment if he has to. he is , however , painfully guarded about his own feelings and thoughts. his gentle and warm demeanor allows many to feel comfortable and safe , but if one thinks about it deeply enough , they will notice that ziggy will take on everyone else’s burdens before he voices his own sorrows. he very rarely lets anyone see what lurks beneath the veneer of his puppy-boy energy. he’s genuine , though , and many find his truly kind disposition to be rather endearing. he’s got , what i like to call , the ‘tism rizz ‘em – he loves to info dump and chat about things he finds an interest in … and most recently , it’s been anything superhero related. he has a deep-seated love for vintage comics because of the dear friend he lost. coming to portum has allowed ziggy to immerse himself in modern technology and he is so terribly eager to learn about it that he doesn’t realize he’s been talking someone’s ear off for the last seven minutes straight about all the old-school cheesy superhero movies he binge-watched on piratebay through a vpn last night. he’s also a bisexual trans man who has a hard time managing his feelings ; he’s a romantic at heart , but due to his own hesitance when it comes to getting close with others on a truly intimate level , he grows very awkward when faced with true romantic opportunities. he’s much more likely to go “ wait , put your clothes back on , i didn’t finish explaining the spider-man lores and how the multiverse works – “ but also … if you have the wherewithal to assert yourself a little , he is quick to fold. the physical pleasure is a convenient dopamine rush that ziggy won’t deprive himself of if it’s truly offered to him – but that requires some patience and a real desire for him. once you’ve gotten him comfortable , though , he begins to lean on the physical touch more and more. he’s a friend who likes to hold hands and cuddle … and he’s also a friend that’ll do the [ redacted ] if you let him get comfortable enough. tldr – a yapper golden retriever of a guy that really likes vintage comics , works at the local bookshop , and tries his damndest to keep smiling … even though he’s actually shielding his very real inner turmoil deep below the surface.
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𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙎 & 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙎 / 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙍𝙏.
welcome to @ 𝗵𝟯𝗿𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗺𝘀 , a dependent multi - muse blog as loved by 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 , written for @portumhq . muns info : 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆𝟳 , she/they , est timezone . please tag : calorie mentions & eating disorders .
𝐳𝐢𝐢𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐧 " 𝙯𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙮 " 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐚
i. 𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗌 — the psyche . ii. 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 — the interpersonal . iii. 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 — the quirks . iv. 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 — the countenance .
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