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what a hunk

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Forget Me Nots and Delphiniums

Seer ¦ Colonel ¦ Detective ¦ Mayor ¦ Actor ¦ Bonus

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Some questions are better left without a reason

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Mustache duo just havin a good time dancin :D

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Would anyone be interested in a q and a answer sesh sometime today? Like to talk about Protection Verse?

I love talking about it and not gonna lie i would live for any and all verse/lore/writing questions

Please?

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Could you add me to the protection verse tag list?

I can certainly add you to the main plotline but are you wanting added to everything in Protection Verse? Cause I can do that too.

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Tag list: @undocumented-terriaki @ask-barkiplier-rp @supersepticsteph @penpaulkon6 @are-you-here-posts @markifucker-fischfuck @virge-of-death @anomalous-duck @risiskifi @squishy-anon @margarita-is-the-answer @hemooryctolagus @my-analogical-romance @nightmarejasmine

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list

William crosses the room in two huge strides, calling over his shoulder as he all but snatches Silver from the floor, lifting him into the air and beaming.

“Jackson! Wickes! He’s here! I’ve found him!”

The unstable doorway through which he just passed pulses, shifting as another shadow grows from within until, with an almighty flash-bang-crash, Jackson tumbles through. Quickly scrambling to his feet, the dapper man brushes himself down. He’s wearing a deep blue waistcoat while mint green hair pokes out from under a black bowler hat. He too sports a bushy moustache, though it’s better groomed than Will’s, while over his shoulder hangs a saddle bag that he holds close against his side. Once he’s pulled himself together, Jackson’s eyes bulge almost comically as he points in awe.

Behind him, the doorway finally stablises and Wickes simply walks through, one hand raised in the air as it glows with pure white magic. His short brown hair is almost a perfect match to Phantom’s, while his outfit is far more casual when compared to the other two. A white v-neck t-shirt with a blue button-up shirt pulled over it, torn black jeans and well-worn black boots. His sleeves are pushed back to the elbow his forearms sporting more than one tattoo and a cord necklace is looped around his neck, though the pendant is tucked beneath his shirt’s collar.

Wickes tilts his head as he looks at the person in Will’s arms. The glowing around his hand stops and the doorway collapses in on itself.

“Yeah, I was way off.” he comments as he stuffs his hands into his pockets and glances around.

William continues to hold the boy close, completely missing that Silver’s obviously in shock as he just revels in finally, finally, finding his boy after what he can only assume is years of searching. Time gets a bit muddled after a while. Things meld together until eventually they just kind of fall into obscurity.

Silver struggles, pulling free of William’s hold and backing away, face full of confusion and pain.

“Damien?”

“Where the fuck were you!”

“I’m not sure that I-”

“You swore you’d always be there when I needed you! You promised!” He raises his hand and holds up two fingers. “I almost died twice before I wound up here and where were you!”

Tears are welling up in his eyes, and Bim steps up behind him, reaching for the hero’s hand.

William goes to open his mouth, to give probably one of any number of reasons for his absence but is stopped by Jackson’s hand on his shoulder, the mint green-haired man gently shaking his head.

William turns back to the hero. “Damien, I….”

“And now you turn up.” The tears break free rolling down his cheeks as he shouts. “Just as I-” he cuts himself off, squeezing Bim’s hand, his best friend stepping closer to try and console him. When it was just the two of them, he could handle it because he knew it was the right thing to do. To protect Bim, to protect his family but now...

Will watches the two of them curiously, his attention snapped away by a sharp whistle. Wickes raises his eyebrows before nodding towards the stranger that until this point they had all managed to miss.

Phantom has stayed back, watching everything unfold in confusion. He had only intended to bring Will here. Who the other two are and how they got through is a mystery to him, but as all three turn to look at him, he tenses. He doesn’t know them, but they share a knowing look as though his presence here explains a lot.

When William turns back to Silver and Bim, there is a look of grave concern on his face.

“Damien, what did you do?”

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a lil collab with my hubby @wormpuke! i lined and he slapped some beautiful colors on there

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Wilford Warfstache

Today felt like a Wilford day :)

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“Now what did we say about name calling?”

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“I got distracted again, didn’t I?”

Will runs his fingers along his moustache, looking very somber.

“And there’s been no sign of him?”

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“It’s not March, is it?”

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Will’s eyes flutter shut as the finger touches his head, the magic just brushing through and fluttering away a large amount of the messy brush of madness that always seems to gather in there. After a moment, he blinks his eyes open.

“Oh.”

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March, of course.

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What are you flapping on about?

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No I wasn’t.

You’re talking nonsense.

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JACKSON

JACKSON

WHERE ARE YOU?!