#// but i also like to hc that he killed a priest & is now wearing his clothes as a form of mockery

[demonsfate]

if the store gets an outfit for devil, it'll probs be that knight's armor he typically has in games. but honestly? i'd really want them to bring back his priest robes from tk6

they're not afraid to port shit from tk6..... so pls.........

[whitegoldtower]

His story, told in songs:

🕷️ Backstory 🕷️

- The Unforgiven - Metallica (An Overview)

- The Colours of The Underdark - Boris Slavov

- Children of Lolth - Travis Savoie

- I’m a Marionette - Ghost (Being Raised in Menzoberranzan as a szarkai assassin, and what lasting effects this has had on him)

- Would? - Alice in Chains (Legging it as soon as he’s ‘planted’ on the surface)

- Stockholm Syndrome - Muse (Defying The Priestesses, Religious Guilt for Lolth)

- Spiders - Slipknot (the transition period between breaking free from his duties and settling on the surface. Also that one night he spent with the male drow twin in Sharess’ Caress before getting tadpoled (if you chose the ‘new sensation’ option, you know what I mean))

🕷️ Folk Hero: The Night-Watchman, Act 1 🕷️

- My Own Summer - Deftones (First time in broad daylight fucking hurts)

- Waiting for the Night - Depeche Mode (Because he attacks the bad guys at night, duh. He has darkvision advantage)

- Bleed the Freak - Alice in Chains (discriminated against for being a drow, but he still helps people. A good song for him taking down bad guys “let the arrows fly”)

- Son of Nyx - Hozier (the night is peaceful, but lonely. He becomes friends with benefits with Astarion, another (but variant) ‘son of Nyx’.)

- Crucified - Ghost (don’t ask him about his past already, ffs)

🕷️Act 2: Shadows and The Absolute 🕷️

- Burn - The Cure (because Tam’lin gives off mad The Crow vibes)

- Nighthunter - Panic Priest

- Hunter’s Moon - Ghost (Hang in there, Minthara. He’s coming to get you.)

- Cry Little Sister - Gerard McMann (Astarion opens up to him and he goes down the platonic route with him, and in my HC gives him a BIG HUG and has this turning point where he solidifies he’s going to help Astarion no matter what.)

- Hysteria - Muse (how he feels about the tadpole and the absolute)

- For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica (fighting Ketheric)

- Engel - Rammstein (Current Party: Tam’lin, Minthara, Shadowheart, Astarion. Would have Gale too, if possible. I alternate them. They wear black on Wednesdays.)

- Head Like A Hole - NIN (how he feels about his dream guardian’s big reveal)

🕷️ Kar’niss and Tam’lin 🕷️

- Spöksonat - Ghost (playing the Spider’s Lyre he nicked off Nere’s corpse)

- Lullaby - The Cure (OBVIOUSLY. CMON.)

- Black Milk - Massive Attack (When they… when… when tadpoles touch… when… No but seriously this song is perfect for the “fragmented whispers” in Kar’niss’ head and how I think those broken thoughts would come across when his tadpole and Tam’lin’s connect.)

- Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack (perfect song for driderfucking)

- That one Deftones/Britney mashup of Change and Toxic because AGSJROSLABDKSLSF

- Darkness at the Heart of My Love - Ghost (“tell me who you want to be and I will set you free”, a.k.a Tam’lin’s people-pleasing saviour complex. He wants to free Kar’niss from the Absolute but doesn’t know if it will break him to do so.)

🕷️ Bonus Songs🕷️

- Well, everybody’s fucking in a UFO - Rob Zombie (Tam’lin’s mind-flayer killing anthem)

- Miasma - Ghost (TAV MENTIONS A MIASMA ONCE BEFORE GOING TO FIGHT KETHERIC IN THE COLONY AND FFS NOW I ASSOCIATE KETHERIC WITH THE SAX SOLO)

- Linchpin - Fear Factory (I love getting manipulated by the Emperor 🙄)

Szarkai

My bg3 and DnD gloomstalker ranger, Tam’lin.

[osamustar]

I saw someone else write hcs for this scenario but I lowkey need more?? Michael as a *very* quiet priest who may or may not be lusting over fem reader, who also feels the same way about him?

This request has been making me go absolutely feral for the past few hours. Thank you! Writing this as a story, because holy shit it needs to be. I grew very tired towards the end, so I apologize if it seems rushed.

Priest

No trigger warnings continue at your own risk

Includes sexual content

Michael blessed people day by day silently. The people of the church trusted him as a man of God, believing he could relieve them of their sins by simply letting him hold their hands in his. “Praying,” they thought, no, Michael did quite the opposite. When he held their hands he would wish the most disgusting and vile things upon them.

The people of the church sacrificed themselves to Michael, thinking it was what God wanted. Michael fed on their beliefs, killing them to fill the empty void in his heart. He got away with each and every one of them. After all, it was for God wasn’t it? He was doing a deed.

You were a newcomer to the church, having just moved into Haddonfield. You wore a small black dress, with tall platform heels. A bold move for a church. Michael saw you instantly, his eyes locking onto your body. He was intrigued. Small, pretty, daring… Eyes… On him? He felt your eyes burn into him, scorching his skin, but he couldn’t help but dig his eyes into you and withstand your glare.

You maintained eye contact with Michael for a explicit amount of time before he turned and walked off. A sigh escaped your lips as they pursed together. You clutched your bag, finding a seat. You couldn’t keep your mind off of him. That look… He was mesmerizing. It was something about him that set him aside from everyone else in this church, but you didn’t know what. His gorgeous looks? No. That wasn’t it. Not even close.

You went an entire sermon without seeing Michael. He wasn’t even by the door when you left. You had hoped to see him next Sunday. Maybe you could ask to confess to him? Just to get his attention again. You yearned to be seen by him. And so did he.

Michael liked to admire from afar. He wasn’t one to get up close and personal unless he needed to. Getting too close to you now would be a mistake. He had to lure you in slowly… He was already obsessed with you. You were the only thing racing in his mind the rest of the day. He’s never seen a woman walk into a church dressed like you were. He knew you were different. He needed you. You were gonna be his one way or the other.

The next Sunday came along, and you strolled inside wearing a long flowing dress, accented with a corset around your waist, complimenting your breasts. Michael stood in the same spot as last, eyes boring into you. You scanned the room, eyes landing on him. You quickly looked away, not realizing that he had been staring at you this entire time. You found your seat, swallowing the frog in your throat.

Michael couldn’t stop staring. He admired you. So striking. So brave. Walking in here wearing such clothing. Your breasts were on display, how naughty of you. He turned to walk off again, leaving the auditorium to allow his piers to speak amongst the people.

A small hand latched onto his arm, pulling him back. “Excuse me, Father.” A soft voice echoed through the hallway. Michael turned his head, it was you. “I would like to confess.” You let go of his arm, dropping your hand to hold your other. Michael was silent, placing his hand on your back, guiding you to the confessional.

You sat down inside. It was dark, the only light was seeping in through the holes that Michael sat behind. “Confess.” His voice was deep, and crisp. You sat quiet for several moments, trying to contain yourself. You let out a soft sigh, “Bless me Father, for I have sinned… It has been several months since my last confession… I can’t help but have awful… disgusting thoughts about this man I barely know.” You began, “There’s something about him that sets him off from the others, but I… I don’t know what. There’s something… Dark within him. Something I yearn for.”

Michael felt a fire build inside him, an unstoppable rage. He wanted you, no one else could have you but him. Yet you already had eyes for someone else? This couldn’t happen. “I believe you know him very well.” You stated. “I do?” Michael asked. “Yes, he comes here.” You reply, your face a deep red, thanking God that he couldn’t see you like this. “I’ve been having lewd thoughts about him ever since I saw him last Sunday…” You struggle to confess. Michael felt as if he was being drove insane. Did you know about his feelings for you? Was this punishment?

Michael quickly had you give your act of contrition, and sent you off. He had to figure out who this man was that you were thinking about. Even though you apologized for having such thoughts, he knew they wouldn’t stop. We’re human, it’s what we do. He felt his eye twitch as he searched the auditorium for men you could possibly find attractive. Nothing but old men and their grandchildren. Did you have a thing for old men..?

No, you couldn’t have. The man you desired must’ve left. He would have to wait until next Sunday to claim his victim.

It was Sunday. There was no young man. Perhaps you were into old men. He found that rather disgusting. Michael wondered into his office, needing to calm himself down. He plopped down into his chair, glaring at the wall. If he wasn’t an introvert maybe he would’ve approached you that first Sunday, and got your attention then. But he missed his chance, it was over. He had lost you to another man.

There was a quiet knock on his door. His head perked up, “come in.” He ordered. He was surprised to see you enter. Wearing a skin tight dress that hugged you in all the right places. God, he wanted you so badly. His eyes trailed from your hips to your face, smiling up at you. He intertwined his fingers, “what can I do for you?” he asked, forcing himself slightly. You closed the door behind you, suspiciously locking it. He wasn’t going to ask.

He watched your hips sway as you walked towards him, behind his desk. You had to of known you’re not allowed back here… Right..? His question was quickly answered when you cupped his face. “Father, I must confess.” You purr, “I can’t stop thinking about you… Pinning me against this desk and taking me.” Michael had froze. How could he be so idiotic. It was him. He was the only young man in the church. “I see how you look at me, Father. I know you want me just as much as I have been wanting you…” Oh he did.

Michael grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours. You let out a surprised hum, melting into him. You kneeled down, slipping off your heels to toss them to the side. You lifted your leg over him to sit on his lap, pushing your hips into his. His large hands grabbed your waist, lifting you up onto his desk. His hands slipped up your dress, squeezing and kneading your hips.

Michael felt himself grow harder by the second. He stood up, looming over you. He pecked your lips once more as he freed himself of his belt, unbuttoning his pants as fast as possible. You giggled, “eager are we, Father?” Michael’s hand wrapped around your throat, slamming your back down onto the desk. You gasp, eyes wide in shock. A small smile grew on your lips.

Michael let himself out from his pants, slapping against your thigh. He grabbed one of your knees, spreading your legs. His hand trailed down to your sobbing cunt, thumb pressing against your clothed lips. You whined, hips moving against his hand. He pulled your panties down your thighs, and off of your legs. A fresh breeze hit your exposed entrance.

Michael stared down at you, admiring how you submitted to him in such a way. Michael spit down onto your pussy, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, slowly pushing himself inside of you. A long sigh left you, the empty feeling you once had taking its leave. Michael took a hold of your hips, progressively growing faster in pace. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing. Michael slapped his hand over your mouth, eyes scolding you.

You licked his hand, causing him to jerk away. You grabbed his hand before it got too far away, pulling it back to your mouth. You took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it. Michael found this odd, but was strangely turned on by the act. He pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, pumping it in and out. You gazed up at him with big eyes, begging for more.

Michael began to slam himself into you, the sounds echoing throughout the room. You cried out, biting down on his thumb. You rolled your hips against his, moaning softly. He grunted, holding your hips still with his other hand. He leaned down, replacing his thumb with his lips, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth to explore. His hand trailed down to your pussy, fingers rubbing along your clit. You whined, hips bucking up into his hands.

Michael pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. He panted as he pounded into you, feeling himself come close to an end. “Father… Please…” You beg. Michael grew annoyed, unsure of what more he could possibly do. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pushing himself balls deep inside of you. You let out a breathy gasp, hands wrapping around the edges of the desk. Michael got faster with each thrust, thighs slapping against you.

You bit your lip, eyes squeezing shut as you felt your orgasm build inside of you. You whimpered, trying to contain yourself. It crashed over you, waves of pleasure wrecking your body. Michael slammed into you one last time, his cum filling up inside of you.

“Oh, Father… I believe I have sinned again.”

“Forgiven.”

[asset35-maya]

It’s been a while, so allow me to present:

More Nines headcanons.

Slightly edgy this time, but could be read as a follow up to my original Nines HC post :)

//

1. Subverts expectations

Nines is intentionally anything but the lethal military robot he was designed to be.

He woke up deviant. He never had a mission programmed into him. But something about his appearance screams cold, calculating machine. He’s fucking tired of the terrified glances… the commuters who move into the next train carriage if he’s the only one there… the people who walk on the other side of the street… the vapid fools on dating apps who jokingly ask if he’s ever killed anyone…

So he becomes very conscious of not leaning into his programming too much. He disables some of his analytics and prediction software. He lives in the moment. He smiles and laughs at nothing at all. He starts wearing bright colours and bold fabrics and jewellery and makeup and… eventually he realises that he kind of likes it. Picking things for no reason other than their aesthetics. Being light and easygoing and even irresponsible.

People like him like that. Gavin likes him like that. And hell, he likes himself like that too.

//

2. Makes questionable choices

He doesn’t like making real decisions and he doesn’t like consequences. Don’t even try to force them on him.

Nines will talk for hours about the shade and texture of his designer French curtains or the special gloss on his Milanese furniture. He has the most nuanced, curated taste. He knows what he wants in everything… but real life.

Career choice? Arbitrary. Nines just tagged along with Connor one day and liked the look of the detective with a scar on his face.

Lifestyle choice? Partyyyy. It was fun and it made him seem cool and less like that horrible thing Cyberlife had built to fight wars. Never mind the exorbitant table charges and bottle service rates at Detroit’s top clubs…

Life partner choice…? Someone accomplished and attractive. Smart and thrilling to be around. But also an emotionally-stunted workaholic. Impulsive, temperamental and at times… violent.

//

3. Careless & unapologetic

He does the job because it’s easy and it pays. But that doesn’t mean he does it well.

“What the phck is wrong with you?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, Gavin.”

“I’m being very calm considering we just let a multiple homicide suspect walk on account of your mislabeled evidence.”

“I didn’t mislabel. I just have my own methods.”

“Like procrastination and last minute scrambles?”

“Are you questioning millions of dollars of Cyberlife R&D right now?”

“I’m questioning why you decided to switch your genius brain off and be good for nothing but bending over my desk.”

//

4. Kinda self-hating

Nines knows he’s messed up. He’s got no right to be. And he hates himself for that.

Sure Nines hadn’t initially endeared himself to the general population, but ever since his colourful transformation, he’s been the life of the party. Everyone likes being around him and having a laugh at his snarky comments. And apart from that, there’s so many people he loves, who love him right back. Connor and Hank. Gavin and Tina. Even old Captain Fowler, despite the number of disciplinary warnings.

It’s a safe and comfortable life he lives. But still. Nines can’t seem to stop dropping the ball and screwing things up. He disappoints and lets people down on the regular, but he can’t understand why.

All he needs to do is follow the simplest of instructions and he’d be fine. But he’s not.

The writing on the wall is that he’s spoilt. SELFISH. A lazy motherfucker who cost a fortune to build.

//

5. Repentant in only one way

Nines feels the need to be punished, to repay some kind of debt. So to restore balance in the universe, he lets his lover take charge.

Their bedroom is a shrine, and Nines’ body an offering. To appease all the gods he might have angered with his vanity and ego. The priest, the only one who can deliver him from sin, is Gavin.

Nines is always prone. On his back, or on his front. Under Gavin. Or on the floor, at his feet.

Nines is always used. Pinned down, or tied up. Cuffed. Choked. And sometimes gagged.

Nines is always sorry. Very very sorry. He hopes he can be forgiven. He’ll do better next time. He promises! Actually, probably not. Tomorrow never comes. But at least Gavin does.

“You’re good, Nines. You were absolutely magnificent. Shhh… Shhh… Stop crying…”

[spooki-ghoztzz]

"Cause damn he knows you'd throw him into the wall" and i sure will💀 u thought i was describing you but news flash i was describing myself the whole time😈💯 universal william kin who SIMULTANEOUSLY also wants william is not being able to express any sort of positive emotion except if its through violence💔 me and him would literally be put into a room and would fight to death like dogs then at the end kiss or smth before punching his lights out lovingly💜 also ur so right abt his failed teenage attempts at piercings, mf gave himself some nasty goofy ahh scars like u once caught a glimpse of his tongue when u 2 were eating ISCREAM and you noticed a vague spot that was simply way too suspicious like it was centered on his tongue and u ask him abt it it and hes like OI mINd yA bUsIneSs Ya tWAT bc hes still embarassed like 20 yrs later💀 happens to the best of us willy 💯💯💯💯💏💏

Now, sharty, i need u to rlly expand on goth s/o a bit more bc im positively famished. I always wear dark purple/black lipstick so all i can think abt is goth s/o flustering will by always leaving heavy ass lipstick marks all over his face, neck, hands and basically whatev surface is visible. She just cant stop kissing him in general bc hes so cute when he huffs and puffs and she knows the boseman kids and boseman himself will berate him and make fun of him even more upon seeing the lipstick marks <3 god forbid she publicly flusters him and kisses him in front of an audience - yours truly, will kinnie anon😈💜

I WOULD GIVE YOU SUCH A GENTLE KISS CUZ ON GOD ALL THIS IS SO..HSHIIJIED also Will would for sure try to wipe that lipstick off and it just leaves a damn smear </3

Know what my dear will kinnie anon,ima give you a treat of giving you some general Will hcs while i take a break from other requests- (these will be a lil goofy and dumb so enjoy)

William is a heartless man but he’s only ‘caring’ for his partner. He puts on an act sometimes to make his partner believe he isn’t somewhat fucking mental- (but tbh he’ll get used to you and not fake it-)

For sure has some sort of knife collection,which he would’ve used during all his killings but the only real one that was ‘planned’ was Charlie’s

Only really eats white bread,yeah he eats that shit plain more than making it into toast. I mean he had the scooping room for a reason- (he’ll eat peanut butter crackers sometimes tho)

If his partner would ever ask about having kids,i kid you not he does the damn ‘awooga’ before going on a whole rant how he didn’t want kids again. Sunny just happened because she liked him cause he was british- so on and so forth. (tell him to shut the hell up or he’s gonna drop his whole life story)

Weird as shit but loves how his partners blood would taste- and NO not even in a sexual way,he just likes the metallic taste and knowing it’s his partners blood makes his dumb brit head go wild. (god im getting a tad creepy with this-)

On a more sillier note- He only wears and owns heeled shoes ya know..these-

He owns multiple pears and only owns a single pear of normal shoes </3

Does he wash the outfit he wears everyday? no- fucker just has the same outfit in his closet like some copy and paste shit

Okay,honestly he’d use his height to his advantage a lot but honestly,not much..idiot

He can fuckin strut in heels,he is a fucking boyboss and no one can tell me otherwise-

He grew up in a church but even the damn priests said he’d either be gay or crazy..woopsie-

It’s cannon he can’t grow hair on any place of his body other than his legs and that scares me! :D bitch will have a baby face for the rest of his life

I feel like Will..cries over losing his ass- that was a big part of him (get it..? im so funny-) and lowkey has a shrine somewhere- 

HEY WANNA KNOW MORE DUMB PIERCING HCS?- i wanna think he even tried to fucking try to do his lap now there just a huge scar there..it’s always chapped so enjoy kissing him ig

 He’d for sure drag you along with him when he hides from the police and turns to Dave,he just asks you: “So,how do i look?” “..a gay cowboy-” “YEW TWAT-”

For sure has a thing for tall people in fucking big platform boots (no..it isn't self indulgent i swear-) and will try to steal them platforms to seem taller </3

( okay thats all for now my silly little will anon- i’ll for sure make more when i clean up requests <3 )

[yeehawfolk]

Hi! I think yr totally right about Felix's teeth probably not being great and how he and the rest of the crew should have more scars! Do u have any other lil appearance HCs for him/the whole gang? (:

OK! SO! I have a Lot of HCs about the crew, appearance-wise, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I love their canon designs, but I feel like they didn't utilize "Halcyon is fucked" enough with your companions? If that makes sense. I'm going to break this up character by character, so it'll be an easier read!

Also, I'm gonna put a TW on this for slight self harm on this?? It's not emotionally motivated at all, it's like when you'd compete to see who can get the gnarliest eraser burn in middle school, but nevertheless, I want to warn y'all ahead of time, it's on Ellie's part.

Parvati:

-Honestly, her eyes are gorgeous. They're brown, but an amber kind of brown, and very bright.

-I personally HC that Parvati chews her nails when she's nervous, so they're always nubs and usually pretty dirty, bc Mechanic and all.

-Her hands have faint scars from nicks and burns from working on machinery. The skin on her hands doesn't scar easily, but she still has a few gnarly scars from particularly bad burns or cuts that she wasn't able to take proper care of.

-Constantly has bruises of unknown origin on her arms and legs. She bruises very easy, and always has, which is kind of precarious when you're a mechanic.

-This might already be canon and I just haven't noticed bc I'm using the Switch version, but I HC Parv has some freckles sprinkled around her face. Not a lot by any means, but I HC she gets frequent sun when she's working on certain parts of the town, and freckles are a bi-product of that.

-She has a couple small scars on her face; one just below her eye on her cheek, and another on her chin. I like to think she fell on her chin, and the other was from her first project that blew up in her face, literally.

-Her skin is just a bit ashy because she hasn't had access to a lot of good lotions over the years.

-Despite taking a shower every morning, she accumulates grease smudges and dirt from her plants on herself very easily. She cleans up for her and Junlei's dates, but for casual visits both don't really bother. Sometimes they make a game of smudging each other with grease while they work and by the time they're finished their faces look like they were going for war paint.

-I like to think Parvati and Junlei eventually wear rings with each other (like, years down the line) and when Parvati gets deep in thought, she rests it against her lips. Junlei does something similar by turning her ring on her finger.

-Parv has ok teeth, not like great, but she takes pretty good care of them, even if sometimes she has to forgo it for a day or few while out with the Captain.

-When she's in Edgewater, she's always skinny, and if you squinted you probably could pick out a rib or so. But after she moves in with The Captain, she gains weight, and finally has the little pooch of fat that you're supposed to have around the middle. Ellie helps her keep up with nutritional needs (what you can get in Halcyon, anyway) and gets very proud when she makes her goals.

Felix:

-This boy has horrible teeth. His sweet tooth + being an orphan in the Back Bays didn't leave much time for proper teeth cleaning. He probably never really had enough bits to get toothpaste with, either.

-Oh, boy. He has scars galore. Some are from scuffles (he has some on his back from when he was a kid and used to get in trouble for stealing) but a lot are also from getting burned by pipes, or jagged metal. A fair few are from him doing dumbass things in his teenage years ("I wonder what would happen if I heat up these rounds of light ammo with a flamethrower??") because you can't tell me this boy didn't do dumb things like every teenage boy did but with more disasterous results bc SciFi.

-His nose has been broken quite a few times, so it's crooked in a couple spots.

-Can frequently be found with bloody knuckles just because he forgets that punching someone with a mask over their face really isn't the best idea. This eventually culminates into him making the "Millstone Drop-Kick!" his go-to move.

-This isn't exactly appearance related, but I HC Felix has a fucked back from his life of hauling heavy boxes. It doesn't help that he drop kicks literally everything that moves tho.

-Probably has chronic pain in his hands from his hands getting crushed by boxes at some point or another. Several of his fingers are crooked from being broken and improperly set. His bones probably aren't the best bc of poor nutrition growing up, either, so they're a little easier to break.

-Just. Me thinking about Felix in his 40s, or even early 30s: Honey, you have a big storm coming.

-This is also a little random, but I like to think that it takes a long time for Felix to grow any kind of facial hair (he has chronic babyface) so he's super proud of his scruff.

-Max: That's peach fuzz. If that.

-Felix: Leave me alone you big hairy bastard, just bc you have to shave like every other day to keep a clean face doesn't mean all men do!!

-(He's just a bit sensitive about his facial hair)

-(He one day dreams of growing a glorious beard like Sanjar's, but it would take him like 50 years)

-(Shut up Max one day he'll have an amazing handlebar mustache and you won't be laughing then)

-I have no idea if piercings or tattoos are a Thing in Halcyon (probs not, honestly, but I can dream) but if they are, he tried to pierce his ears by himself once, they got infected, and he got really sad when he had to let them close. The marks are still there but the holes have closed by now.

-ELLIE PIERCES HIS EAR AND HELPS HIM KEEP IT CLEAN

-Felix is strong, but he's skinny and gangly as all hell and it's hard as fuck to get him to gain any weight, mostly because he still has his habit of eating only what he needs and stashing the rest. It takes him a while with the crew to get over that, and when he does, he gains a healthy amount of weight around his middle. Ellie teases him a bit, but is 1,000x happier that he's no longer damn near a walking skeleton.

-Listen. Ellie and Felix are bros I don't make the rules. She denies it but she would kill for Felix.

-Usually has slight dark circles under his eyes, because he has nightmares sometimes and can't sleep.

-His eyes are really, really pretty. Like. Super fucking pretty. He has long lashes and they sparkle when he smiles. His eyes are hazel like Max's, but more on the brown side, with streaks of green radiating out from the pupil.

-Speaking of smiles. He has the goofiest and sweetest grins around. A little self-conscious about his teeth, but honestly that doesn't stop him from laughing and smiling with everyone. He has a couple broken teeth, but honestly it just makes his grin a lil lopsided and cute.

-He gets the Worst bed-head. It stands almost straight up in every direction, but it's really easy to tame. Mostly because he just runs his hands through it and calls it a day.

-He found Max's hair gel once and went Ham. He used the whole can sticking his hair up into a mohawk, and proceeded to parade around for Ellie and Parvati. Then bolt to his room and lock the door when Max shouted his name from the bathroom. Max's hair was out of whack for like. A week. He kept blowing it out of his face and Felix and Ellie would giggle like madmen when he did.

-*BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* FELIX IS BABY! FELIX IS BABY!!

Max:

-My MANS

-Listen, I am extremely gay for Max. This needs to be known before I continue, because I have a metric fuckton of Max HCs.

-So, first off, Max takes VERY good care of his appearance. Like. Insanely good. His hair is always perfectly held back by a moderate amount of gel, his nails perfectly trimmed and cleaned. He keeps a clean-shaven face.

-But don't let that fool you, Max can and will get down and dirty when need be, he just doesn't care to stay like that.

-Quite a few scars from his prison and Tossball years. But because of the clothes he wears you wouldn't be able to see them easily. Mostly on his back/sides, though he has a couple on his torso and legs.

-The Captain calls him Bigfoot because his grows hair really fast and his arms and chest have some pretty thick hair. Max is very confused, because he personally doesn't think his feet are that big.

-Not an appearance HC per se, but he smells like soap, aftershave, and books.

-When he doesn't gel his hair, it falls in his face constantly, and it annoys the fuck out of him.

-Fuckin ripped bro. Just. What the fuck. Why is a priest this fuckin shredded. Why make my gay little heart ache more than it already does, Obsidian??

-Despite his arm muscles being like. Huge, he still has a healthy layer of fat over his middle, mostly because being an OSI Priest, he got a little bit better nutrition VS. literally all of Halcyon.

-When his knee gets Bad (like hiking through Monarch with the Captain) he has a slight limp? Barely noticeable, but you can tell he's not putting weight on it. I HC its an old Tossball injury (that might be canon, I haven't played in forever).

-Its hard to tell in the different lights of the game whether his hair is Black or Silver, and I like to think he's greying, but not fully grey yet. He can have a little hair color, still. As a treat.

-Fuckin no lashes to speak of. None at all. Baldy eyes. Its the only part of him that doesn't have really thick hair and ngl he is very salty about it. Tho his actual eyes are very pretty; they're hazel with a lot of green. He has a darker ring on the outside and flecks of brown in them.

-Has very good teeth, whiter than most of Halcyon's because of the OSI providing for him.

-Broke his nose once during Tossball, though he was able to get it set alright. Slight crook in the bridge of his nose.

-He has a lot of those moles from his face scattered around. Particularly his shoulders and back.

-Also have you seen his fuckin canon thighs??? Bro. They could crush a watermelon. Once again, I must say, what the fuck, why is this priest so fuckin shredded.

-Actually takes his physical health very seriously, so I like to think he's in great shape for his age. Seeing him in some of the canon outfits though makes me more inclined to think that's canon.

-Sorry, I have thought about this A Lot, and the gay jumps out of me sometimes.

-A fair amount of scars on his arms. Not as many as Nyoka, but a little bit more than Parvati.

-Has calloused hands, but they've softened over his years as a priest.

Ellie:

-Now I feel like Ellie wouldn't have many scars that she didn't let scar up on purpose to give her an edge. They're essentially superficial; they look cool but didn't do any real damage.

-Also, her skin is very pale, so she doesn't scar easily anyway.

-Though she does have some, and they're more recent. A couple of gashes on her arms, and a bullet wound in her side. She's proud of them.

-The dark circles under her eyes are because she likes to stay up late at night. Sometimes she contemplates her life, but she doesn't like it, and usually doesn't bother too much.

-Her lashes are very thick and full, and they compliment her eyes very well. Her eyes aren't exactly ice blue, they're a bit darker, and have real pretty lighter streaks in them.

-Yes, her lips are naturally that color. Good for picking up women, bad for looking intimidating to marauders.

-Really soft skin, she's always had access to good lotion. After she leaves Byzantium, she purposely looks a bit more grimy than she did then, which is easy to do because of her skin tone.

-Has a few moles and freckles, but not many, mostly on her shoulders and back. She was inside a lot prior to her leaving Byzantium.

-Her hair doesn't really sit down when she sleeps, but it does lose some poofiness, so she has to meticulously push it up in the mornings.

-Not quite an appearance HC, but I feel like when she gets comfortable with ADA, she gives her compliments. Stuff like "Your screen is very bright today, ADA!" ADA does the same thing. "And your hair is looking very bright as always, Dr. Fenhill."

-Muscular, but lean, and puts on weight a little easier than others, so she wouldn't look like she could kick your ass without her pirate get-up, but she could 100%, no holds barred kick your ass.

-Very good teeth. Despite wanting to look like a gnarly pirate she takes dental care very seriously. Tho she thinks about getting punched in the mouth occasionally so she could like break off a piece of her tooth. Not the whole thing, just enough to make her look tough.

-Idc if piercings and tattoos aren't a Thing in Halcyon, Ellie has pierced ears. Three in each ear, and I like to think an eyebrow and maybe nose ring. She doesn't wear them when she's in Dangerous Situations because she firsthand had to fix ears that had their earrings ripped out during rich catfights that she does NOT want that to happen to her.

-She also has tattoos covering most of her back, and some of her upper arms. She got them "illegally" (meaning it's illegal to The Board, but the Groundbreaker doesn't really give a shit) on The Groundbreaker and she's proud as fuck of them.

-I have Feelings about the missed opportunities for illegal tattoo/piercing parlors. Like I know there's not a lot of self-expression to be had and no Art aside from fonts, but c'mon. Humans have drawn on their skin since the beginning all around the world and we WOULD find ways to do it again, even if it's needle-poke tattoos.

-Anyway, back to Ellie.

-You ever hear of a "lighter tattoo"? Basically, you heat up a lighter and then stamp the hot metal into your skin and it makes a mark in the shape of the lighter head. If you get it hot enough and hold it long enough it can scar. They have a similar thing in Halcyon with Plasma Cutters. Instead of Stab, you heat it up, turn it off, and press the blade to your skin and it pretty much scars within a couple seconds.

-Ellie 100% did a few of those when she was in Byzantium as like the "hahaha edgy" thing that teenagers do.

-Like I know technically kids aren't around but... bruh... you can't tell me that teenagers in a SciFi setting wouldn't do dumb ass shit like that.

-Ellie is honestly the baddest bitch and I love her, ok, she just reminds me so much of of those high school delinquent tropes in 90s movies

Nyoka:

-SO I HAVE SOME FEELINGS ABOUT NYOKA'S CANON DESIGN... IN THAT SHE'S ESSENTIALLY A MONSTER HUNTER BUT SHE HAS NO SCARS!

-Listen, ok, she would 100% have a lot of scars from her life on Monarch. I share some HCs with @nyokaacore in that she has three scars over one of her eyes, and a few others around her face, like on her lips.

-The bulk of her scars are on her arms and body, though, as she usually is able to get the Canid or Rapt off before they get to her face.

-I like to think the scars on her eye are from Freida, the first Rapt she ever killed that's taxidermied on her wall.

-But she has a lot of scars from Raptidon claws and Canid mouthplates, sprinkled with some Manti burns and burns from Rapt spit.

-She also has her fair share of bullet scars on her, and definitely has some patches of skin discoloration from incidents regarding the sulphur pools. Chemical burns are a bitch.

-She's tall, and not exactly curvy? But broad. Big shoulders, wide hips, sturdy legs. Looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you alignment.

-The sand and sulphur in the air plays Hell on her skin, so she's got some old acne scars and places that scarred up into moles on her face. Has an issue with dry skin.

-Her skin is also pretty oily, and she washes it when she can, but water is usually better spent being drunk than washed with. However, she does carry a spare bottle of non-drinkable water to wash Rapt acid off in emergencies, so sometimes she'll pull from that to wash her face with.

-Big hands, calloused, pretty scarred up from her time on Monarch.

-I also like to think that she can tell you stories about most of the scars she has, lmao.

-Her nose, like Felix's, has been broken quite a few times and is pretty crooked.

-Most often, you see Nyoka with a slight sunburn on her face. It's hard to see, but her cheeks are usually warm to the touch.

-Her teeth aren't the best, but she does take as much care of them as she can out on Monarch. Still pretty yellow with some cavities, but not as bad at Felix's.

-Honestly the dark circles around her eyes are usually because she doesn't sleep a lot. She has dreams about CHARON, and that's not her favorite thing to do.

-At a pretty healthy weight for Halcyon, and ofc, has muscles as big as your head.

-Surprisingly soft hands, though.

[thegempage]

[image description: a digital painting of a line up of five men. The first on the left is a thing young man wearing formal clothes and an eyepatch with fluffy hair; he’s smiling and waving. He is rendered almost entire in monochrome except for a single stripe that reveals that he has ginger hair and freckles and that there is a pink heart on his eyepatch. Next to him is an older man with broad shoulders in a suit who has short dark hair and a beard who has his arms crossed but is looking at the former man affectionately. He is also in monochrome, with a stripe of color revealing that he has salt and pepper hair. Next right is a much shorter man with pale skin and light brown hair in baggy, dirty clothes and rectangular glasses; he has brown/green heterochromia and is wearing a tinfoil hat and holding a microphone and headphones; he looks suspicious of the people around him. Next to him is a tall, thin man wearing a priest’s outfit and platform boots with short, scraggly blond hair. He looks angry, has a crown of thorns, has scars on his hands, and is holding a knife and gun. The final man is the shortest and is wearing baggy, dark, and paint-stained clothes and has long brown hair tied in a bun on the back of his head. He has a large bag slung over one shoulder with paint stains and is clutching a painting to his chest, looking nervous.

The second image is the two monochrome men, the third the man with heterochromia and the man with the gun, and the final is the artist. Height lights have been drawn above all of their heads, showing their relation to each other. Tallest to shortest is the gunman (with and without boots), the older monochrome man, the younger monochrome man, the man with heterochromia, and then the artist. end description]

2:20 a.m.? fuck it post art preview time (also you should probably look at these at full size if that’s possible)

left to right, they are: smith, chief, clairvoyance/clair, christian, bart

there’s still like, five characters??? i want to do??? but i haven’t been streaming recently so have the boys that i have done for now and go listen to tales from riftdale (or come talk to me and i’ll give you a Content Tour lol). these also aren’t Final Final, i need to go over christian’s scars again and i might change a detail about clair’s glasses

and just bcus i’m waiting for some laundry to finish i���m gonna do a Rundown of some of what was going through my head and my hcs under the cut!!

going by the order in the main pic:

- smith!! admittedly i might go back and make him taller but i just like the idea that all of them are tall (except bart and clair) so he just Looks shorter lol. he’s ginger bcus i think i got attached to that hc ages ago and just never let go lol. also whoever came up with the idea of him having a heart on his eyepatch is the smartest person alive

- chief has near-permanent dark circles and a scowl 95% of the time but he got to have this One smile bcus i imagined he and smith are talking to each other in this weird line-up space. i Almost drew him with a flask but i think it’s safe to assume he has a gun and flask at any given time and also guns are hard to draw lmao. his nose is also purposefully a little crooked bcus i feel like he’d have broken his nose once or twice

- i love long haired clair. i don’t even remember when i started drawing him with long hair but it just looks nice on him!! even if he occasionally cuts off weird chunks and leaves it kind of uneven!! i also drew him with his hair over his shoulder to show off the length, he didn’t cut off that half of his hair jlkfdsa. i gave him moles bcus i don’t see many characters with moles and i thought he’d look cute with them and you know what?? i was right! the pocket i Absolutely drew on a whim but inside are some notes on the Eye and re: the eye, in a convo lux and tyr brought around the idea of clair with red glasses so i drew those in after i took these screenshots lol

- christian i drew with the phrase “this man is a human stick” in my head so that’s why he’s all sharp and long lmao. the knife is traced from an image i found on google and the gun i traced from a screenshot from the video where ben was talking about the gun he Wanted to use for the og “To Kill” scene bcus i can draw neither guns nor knives and it was late at night. i Can’t remember what his scars look like so i drew what i remembered and figured i’d go back and change them later fkjldsa tho the crown actually has blood on it!  it’s messy and hard to see but it’s there!! and his hair is supposed to be bleach-damaged bcus i imagine he both has an image to maintain and used to dye his hair constantly when he moved around to make some attempt at blending in or not blending in. you can see some of his natural dark blond on the sides and his eyebrows!

- look at bart. look at him! he is just doing his best! he deserves more than he gets!! which is why this time i gave him shoes lmao. they don’t match, he’s got two different kinds of scavenged converse on and they were never the same color but they’re now both many different colors but that’s better than before, where i just decided he paints his feet purple and calls it a day. The blood on his bag and shoes is faint bcus i couldn’t remember how much Being Christian’s Hostage he went through but i’ll probably add more blood later. his hair’s also in a bun!! i had to google “man bun” to find ideas. also his bag is stained bcus he keeps accidentally tipping watercolor pallets into it (and got splashed with blood a few times)

[scenarios-for-days]

Can we get some Bb wedding HCs?

I aged up a few of the younger characters.

Sebastian

Feels like marriage is pointless at first because he’s going to leave after he eats Ciel’s soul.

But he knows it’s a big deal to his partner, so eventually decides it can’t be that bad of a decision.

If his partner is male, only the servants and Soma and Agni are invited. (by Ciel, just to irritate Sebastian) because gay marriage wasn’t legal at the time. The ceremony takes place in the garden, which is a mess.

A real mess, because his partner insisted he take the day off to spend with them instead. Ciel agreed that he shouldn’t work on his wedding day.

They are also using regular plates, nothing fancy, because 1) Sebastian is only a servant, after all. 2)Ciel didn’t trust Mey-rin enough to let her get down the nice dishes.

If his s/o is female they probably want a big wedding.

The ceremony happens in a more public place, probably a church. (Which both Ciel and his partner laugh about later. His partner probably just believes he is atheist.)

The Bride’s family and friends are invited. Along with Sebastian’s few friends.

The bride wears a dress he made

Overall it’s a small venue no matter what.

The bride’s parents either hard-core approve or hard-core disapprove. There is no in between.

Some things probably go wrong. Bard burnt the food. Mey-Rin spilled the wine, Finny killed the flower arrangements.

Bless Agni, he’s the only reason everything proceeds smoothly. He doesn’t get a second of rest because he’s rushing around fixing the other servants mistakes and consoling them.

It’s very sweet no matter what, and Sebastian’s glad he did it afterwards.

Elizabeth Midford

She arranges everything. She picks the flower arrangements, the musicians, the color scheme.

Elizabeth spends every moment she can with her s/o before the wedding.

She hand picks her dress, and has her S/o’s outfit special made.

If her s/o is female, her dress gets handmade by Sebastian, because he’s the only one Elizabeth trusts enough to do so. Of course their marriage isn’t considered ‘official’ because it isn’t legal.

Elizabeth doesn’t care.

Sebastian stands in as the priest.

Elizabeth hand-writes her vows. They’re long and incredibly sweet.

“You may kiss the bride!” And neither one of them knows who is supposed to kiss who. It’s an awkward first. Francis (surprisingly) approves. She’s just glad Elizabeth isn’t marrying back into the family of the Queen’s Watchdog.

Edward isn’t thrilled about her marrying a woman, but he just wants her to be happy. And with anyone but Ciel.

Their dad….is….insanely thrilled.

For no logical reason like Francis and Edward. He’s just really happy because Elizabeth is happy

If her S/o is male the venue is huge.

Every noble that her family has even briefly encountered is invited.

The musicians play for hours.

Flower petals are all over the place in varying pinks and reds and whites.

Her and the grooms outfit match.

Her family loves her s/o

The marriage isn’t arranged. After whatever happened with Ciel that caused them to break the engagement, Francis agreed to let Elizabeth choose who she married.

Loves her S/o with all her heart no mater what.

Ciel Phantomhive

Is very stoic during the ceremony, but is internally very nervous.

His s/o can tell because when he takes their hand, he’s shaking.

They’re half expecting him to break down and have an anxiety attack in the middle of the wedding.

(He doesn’t. Thank God)

No matter what, the entire thing was supposed to be relatively small.

Everyone Ciel knows shows up though.

It turns out not so small. Ciel was aware he had friends but not that many.

Wears a mostly white suit. Elizabeth coordinated the colors.

Tries to seem like it isn’t that big of a deal, smiles a little- but probably ends up crying when his S/o starts reading their vows.

Definitely cries a little when he reads his.

He’s voice is super shaky throughout the ceremony. Sebastian makes fun of him later.

Is very emotional even though he tries not to be. He can’t help it, he loves them

Lau

Tries to talk his S/o out of getting married.

They’re probably in a polygamist relationship, so he doesn’t think it would be fair to marry one of his significant others anf be unable to marry the other.

If they do get married his S/o dresses up in traditional Chinese clothing to try and surprise him.

He dresses up in traditional English clothing to try and do the same.

Nothing is organized. It’s a huge mess.

Their are flowers and ribbons but they’re not strategically placed. They’re not done super nicely.

It’s honestly a miracle that they both remember to show up on time.

Vows are 100% made up on the spot.

No thinking them out or anything. He isn’t even worried about them until his s/o says theirs.

Probably shows up high.

Definitely tries to get the priest high.

Makes everything sound like a joke but he means it with all his heart.

“I promise to love and cherish Christina-”   “That’s not my name!”   “Oh?”   “Lau!”   “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I promise to live and cherish ____”

Grelle Sutcliff

Everything is red

Of course there are varying shades according to her partners wants and needs, but everything is red.

Invites all the reapers, very few show up.

Doesn’t invite Sebastian because she doesn’t want her S/o to be uncomfortable.

Does invite Will, they get along better now that her affection is directed at someone else.

Invites Ronald. They tell her S/o the story of the Campania the way they lived it.

Grelle gets her s/o to reenact everything with her.

Grelle wears a stunning dress.

Everything goes perfectly, there are no mistakes, because Grelle has threatened their lives if anyone messes up.

Grelle isn’t nervous at all because she knows that her S/o loves her, and that she loves them.

They’re already planning their future. They’ve been together for a long time before they decide to get married.

Grelle is completely dedicated to her S/o.

Undertaker

The wedding venue is terrifying.

It’s gorgeous, and it’s the wedding itself is sweet but he manages to scare all the guests.

He has his hair pulled up

He dresses very dramatically, and his S/o does too

Pretty much all of London is invited.

They say their vows standing on a frozen lake in the middle of town.

It’s literally impossible to miss the wedding, it lasts all day.

The party is huge.

The shopkeepers don’t mind, because people come in and out of their shops throughout the entire thing.

The entire thing is very outlandish and everyone leaves confused on whether or not they actually liked it.

[lefinohohohohon]

Priest Philippines (Emilio) X Reader

Priest Philippines (Emilio) X Reader

 Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya Emilio Jose Andres del Pilar (OCPH) belongs to admin HC/ Haima Cheir  Link: http://ask-emilz-de-philz.tumblr.com/ HC: http://apricusapothecary.tumblr.com/

This is dedicated to our handsome Kura Paroko Fr. John

(Father, I’m sorry but you are the inspiration for this hahahaha)

  [A/N: I’ve uploaded this before (forgot the year again) I just change something and I don’t know who to pair up with Emilio LoL, so it’s reader again....]

  P. S: I remember why I wrote this fic, Our old middle-aged head priest is being transferred to another place so, we had a new head priest! When I attended his first mass in our barangay during Christmas to New year season, everyone was gossiping how handsome our new ‘Kura Paroko’ is (and indeed, he was handsome). Back then, during the morning mass in Monday. He told us why he became a priest and said it was an accident, he just wanted to try but ended up enjoying his priesthood training. The oldies in my place  kept asking him about his lovelife before becoming a priest. Father was humorous during the interrogation of the old ladies even joking how he brought the issue of becoming a priest to his former lover. He just told her that there was a tennis court in the seminary and he could play for free so, he’d rather stay.(HAHAHAA)

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 I stared at you as you walked down the altar head held up high, it stung to look at you but I wanted to engraved you in my mind memorize every parts of you even if my eyes were about to spill the tears for you, staining the dress I wore, I always thought that I would be  with you walking in front of God but apparently God had already set plans for you.

 It was already a mistake when my heart had started to beat when we first laid eyes on each other, it was wrong to look at you more than anything, and I held myself to control what ever feelings I have for you but faith seems to test us,

 the first time we had meet was a surprise to me, you were still young about the same age as me if not a year older and I thought you were just one of the devotees a young devotee who is also at the choir, would you believe that when we laid eyes on each other I began to believe at ‘love at first sight’ I know it's cliche but it was true! at that moment I felt I was pulled into the future with you on my side as we walked down the aisle hand and hand, I continued to fantasizes on you until  the voice of the head priest broke my thoughts

 “ah… (name!) buenos dias! teenagers today should learn from you to have faith in God!”

Father Antonio interrupted us that time. I wanted glare but I knew he means no harm and simply wanted to greet me, and thus I smile back to him, he patted your back as he introduce you to me and I couldn’t help but to let the smile reach my (e/color) eyes upon hearing your name,

 “(name), this is Emilio mi hijo” at the mention of father Antonio of you being his son shocked me, it showed into my face and thus you further explained with that melodic voice of yours

 “y-your son father..?! b-but y-you look almost at the same age! a-and isn’t it unaccepted to have a son when you're a priest?!”

 “I was abandoned on the church when I was a small child and he raised me like his own son”

 you told me your life as we got to know each other, every passing time and day, we grew closer and closer to each other and at one time you showed you had the same feelings for me,

 at one night, when the moon was full and the stars glowed shiner than the sun we shared a  kiss under the tree, a kiss that melted both our hearts away and told one of us our love was pure and only for one another, I couldn’t be happier that night and it was still the most happiest thing that ever happened to me when you said those three words I knew you were the one for me  … or so I thought, I was pretty sure you were my better half that God had sent and I couldn’t be happier, until I found out you are already tied to God

 you were willing to follow on your father’s footstep as a priest, the news crashed my feelings but I didn’t let it show to you masking it

 “I’m so happy Emilio”  that was a lie “I hope you will find happiness in serving God” that was also a lie, I wanted you to stop  I wanted you to say you were only joking like you always did when you wanted me to smile, I wanted you to say you’ll marry me! you promised me didn’t you? under the tree? have you forgotten? you couldn’t happen to forgot those as I looked up into your brown eyes, I knew you remembered yet you don’t want to remember and kept it a secret,

 ‘Why? wasn’t I worth enough for you?’ I asked that soundless question to you as our eyes look at each other, and the only answer you gave me was a shock of your head and I found the answer to it ‘I am a servant of God’ your eyes spoke, I continued to stare until I could no longer take it, after you had told me the devastating news, I could no longer held my tears and they  started to run down my face.

 years pass and you became a priest like your father, and I was still the same, still holding on to our lost memories, wondering from time to time if you still had feelings for me like I do to you but I think mine was more powerful than yours or rather you were good at hiding it? then the time came when you were the one to replace your father as the head priest of the town’s church it made me happy to at least see you every sunday that you had accomplish your dreams, happy at least we got to see each other and smile at one another.

 Every sunday mass got me excited, excited to see you, but it also scared me. I know what I feel for you is wrong but regardless I took my chances and watched you, every time you spoke it made me swoon, it made me feel guilty, ashamed  of myself but I am only a human who fell in love to God’s servant. Then another unforgettable thing happened to us, Christmas had arrived and the last mass for the day had ended with everyone rejoicing ignorant of our existence as they greet their families and friends, you pulled me into the confession booth with our bodies so close together in the tiny space, for the second time of our life we kissed, I had longed for you, and I knew as well as you, we continued to kiss passionately without regards to the public whether they found us out or not, but then you pulled away looking at me lovingly at the same time sadly, caressing my cheeks from your hands, you wiped away the tears I hadn’t felt fallen and slowly you kissed me again embracing me softly in your arms

 “mahal na mahal kita (name), I will always will” you whispered

 “I love you too, Emilio’ I sobbed, hearing you say those words again welled up my heart, but as soon as you make my heart beat again, as soon as you also crashed it

“I am sorry but please let's put an end to our relationship, I am a priest,”

“b-but y-you-we just kissed! I-I thought you loved me? didn’t you say just a while ago?”  I frantically pulled your robe and cloak, holding on to it as an assurance that you aren’t my hallucination but on second thought, I think I would prefer if this was all my hallucination after you spoke the words

 “ what I have done with you here is a sin I shall carry until I die, the punishment for crashing your heart over and over again”

 “then I am a sinner as well! I kissed you willingly in wanton, why is it I cannot love you? Is it wrong?!” then your hands silenced me carefully “(name)...” you lovingly said my name “it is never a sin to love but it is wrong for me to love you when I know I am a servant of God,you're not a sinner as I am the one who had dragged you, (name) please… forget about me”

 that was the last time we spoke after I had run out of the booth, and we never saw each other again… until today where everyone is smiling and congratulating me, flowers all around the church and everyone wearing white, the sound of the choir singing a lovely tune as I walked down the aisle to be wed with my soon to be husband (fav. Hetalia human name country).

 I guess faith really was testing us, as I found out that you and (fav. hetalia country) were best friends and he had requested you to be the one to marry us. We looked at each other once again and I could tell from your eyes, you had shut the memories of us out of your mind, you don’t know how you managed to kill my heart and yet I still love you, now on my wedding, with you as our priest I had vowed to shut my memories of you as well but, deep down inside I wish you were the one standing beside me now, holding my hand with a ring and the one kissing me. I looked at my husband’s eye then to you hoping that my prayer and wish will reach you

 “Forgive me father for I have sin, I still love you Father...Emilio”

[lynchthedove]

unionblueassassin replied to your post: Does Cal have any tattoos? Does he want any?

idk if this is too sentimental for Cal or if he’d want this kind of reminder but maybe some word or phrase or something symbolic that reminds him of his mother

Cal has it in him to be sentimental, it’s just not how he usually functions. Like, he ends up fairly convinced that everything will leave in one way or another (his mother being killed, his father abandoning him; I hc he had a woman he was fairly serious about but things got the bad kind of bad) so he doesn’t get attached. But his mom - that’s his mother, she meant the world to Cal. It’s why I also hc that, in the purge of the Abstergo facility, he goes back and gets the necklace from his father’s body and now he wears it. 

But when he was younger and thought all of that had been left behind, he may just have. And actually, it’s canon that Cal’s mother used to recite a poem to him, After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost. I can see him having a line or two from it somewhere. (Also, in the book, instead of having something from the bible read to him before his execution, Cal requests the priest read him this poem. The priest starts it but can’t finish it before Cal is taken away, so Cal finishes it in his head while being taken to the room.)