#⋘ VISAGE. celia. ⋙

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Celia, Cecio & being haunted by your mother in the empty spaces between you both and each others faces.

my dumb ass typed 'i could write an essay on this' and then did.

anyway. Celia Cecio & their mother and how she haunted the ever loving fuck out of both of them<3 get HAUNTED bitches.

main piece im talking about is the first, a wip where Cecio is being haunted by his mother. this gets long, rambles continue under the cut, more general than just this piece after teh first few paragraphs

i could write an essay on empty space & their mother bc in this shes so much closer to the center and has space around her while cecio has the bottom just over third and shes intruding into even that. shes leaning down over him, embracing him while surrounding him, while hes being held up by her, but seems to be able to slip out of frame at any point. she dictates the space just by her presence. the background is her and celias colours, cecio only gets himself, she gets everything else and shes still acting on him, intruding into that space.

like in the original family celia n cecio [that i want to redraw] theres an empty space that is glaring once you notice and thats bc shes there!!! their mother is always haunting them!!!!

if its just one of them she's still there even if there is not the empty space, bc shes still haunting them, just in their faces. Cecio is the spitting image of her just with different colours, and Celia has her fathers nose and thicker eyebrows but exactly the same golden hair and sometimes they cant look at each other bc shes just always THERE.

when shes recently dead it was heartbreaking bc they would see each other out of the corner of their eyes and think she was back. Celia sees Cecios silhouette, he sees Celias hair, and all they can think of how much the other looks like her.

Cecio likes his hair long but he never lets his fringe get as long as celias bc thats the length their mothers was. cant let it cover his vision the way hers did, constantly tucking it to the side of her face. cant wear his hair down because she did, so low ponytails it is, so similar yet just different enough it triggers the memories less.

one day as a teen Celia is having a breakdown and gets halfway through dyeing her hair as some way of distancing herself from her mother before breaking down sobbing. Cecio doesn't look her in the eyes because of the lingering dye stains, a desperate attempt to forget their mother, and the burden she placed on Celia. Celia gives up on the long hair her mother loved, the neat bob, and hacks off the hair tainted with the splotches of dye, finding now, that she has her mothers curls too.

Cecio dreams of her, golden and saturated, and feels like the ghost, the corpse, next to her. drained of life and colour, silvers and pale where she was vibrant. someones takes a black and white photograph of him when hes been to stressed to get his hair cut and his mother stares back.

every glance, image, drawing of either of them is just a few lines and colour changes from being her.

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in Wotr, when they reunite, Celia tells him how much he looks like their mother, how he has her nose, and he doesn't tell her that he forgot that, the image of their mother in his head long merged with Celia's.

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[forgotten--valley]

𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 :: 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺

[unwantedshivering]

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

HEADCANONS for KEVIN KATCHADOURIAN as you try and figure out what he truly feels about you.

WARNINGS: mentions of reader death, emotional manipulation, overall toxicity

FOR: Kevin Khatchadourian

NOTES: @slasherscream totally inspired this, their characterization of kevin made me want to write for him !! :) this is entirely too long to be considered hcs btw

HOW IT STARTS

Truly, you believed he hated you. Why else would he stare as though he was trying to telekinetically explode your head? It’s a wonder how you even started hanging around him. It wasn’t necessarily out of your own volition, really, as you were just the Khatchadourians’ neighbor tutoring and hanging out with Celia in exchange for your sibling receiving archery lessons.

You grew up practically adjacent to Eva’s household, so it was just a small, kind gesture you’d do when you visited from college. You remembered that weary, worn down visage of hers from your childhood and let it pull at your heartstrings. You were sensitive, and perhaps that’s what drew him in.

You were watching a kid’s movie with Celia, and unbeknownst to you: Kevin was eyeing you.

He wasn’t usually home, off in his room when he wasn’t attending his own classes. Quiet. Off-putting as he would taper down the creaking steps, barely acknowledging your presence before leaving. Usually he’d grab an apple, glance over you as if you were nothing but air.

It was intriguing to you. Kevin had always been intriguing to you. He was unnaturally, uncannily pretty. Like a bust set on display within his own modern-century home, you couldn’t touch or manage to decipher him. It was embarrassing to say he had been the face of several boyfriends in your silly teenage dreams.

It was pure happenstance as he came down just in time to watch as you hiccuped during the movie, tears streaming down your face. Celia was long-gone off in dreamland on the couch.

It wasn’t enthrallment that Kevin felt. It wasn’t even want. It was a sick, morbid curiosity. Celia, despite her humanity, wasn’t entertaining to Kevin anymore. Not as she was when she was eight and entirely naïve, cut bare in her love for her big brother.

You gave him something new. He halted in his steps. For the first time in simply years, you heard Kevin speak to you.

“Stay a little bit longer.”

Through your own bewilderment, you agreed. Kevin had no reason to continue his sweet, loving son act. Not really. Still, he smiled something that could only be described as honey. It was drenched in a sickening sweetness, something with a bite. A bit of blood in his teeth.

He took you archery shooting. It was way past the acceptable time for you to be in the Khatchadourian household, and yet you stayed. Fly wrapped in silk. Bug to be eaten, saved for later.

It felt magical to be the center of Kevin Khatchadourian’s attention. In school he was a little misunderstood and disconcerting, but nothing truly horrific happened. It was that same quietness he displayed that made him so elusive, so lovely to you.

He displayed amazing skill when it came to archery, a terrifying mastery. You only chuckled nervously when it whizzed past you, making your hair stand on end and fingers clench.

“I’m sorry,” he said, yet it was low, accompanied by eyes that seemed anything but apologetic. “You should really stand on the side, I must’ve overshot it.”

HOW HE IS IN THE BEGINNING

As you continued staying longer, mutual exchange forgotten, he grew more and more expressionless. The most he would usher you was a glance under firm eyebrows, a wry little twitch of lips when you did something particularly amusing. You felt like a piece of brain tissue on a petri dish.

Kevin was actually scarily kind to your sibling and family though. It was like a flip-switch: he went from helping your mother with carrying dinner to silently staring at you, trying to pick apart your body, all smiles and good-boy mirth gone from his eyes. Most of the time, he fiddled with his technology as you did your own thing. Reading? He’d be clicking away, his incessant typing as your white noise. Crochet? Doing it outside as he practiced archery. Talking? He’d stare to let you know he’s listening.

Unfortunately, this still left you neglected. Initiating physicality was on his own terms, and you’d get a quick look before being brushed off if he wasn’t into it. Speaking about your troubles with him is met with silence. At the beginning, it was even met with slight condescension and mockery. One step forward? It didn’t matter, Kevin himself was never going to be able to fulfill all of your needs.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t have other friends. Most of them didn’t know Kevin. If they did, they didn’t speak of him to you; speaking of him made you jittery, a little doe-eyed, but you always spoke of him fondly. They could never understand why.

Kevin knew all your friends. You were at a house party, introducing them with a blinding grin on your face. He disliked them. If there was one thing he held other than apathy, other than wanting to feel more than he’s capable of, it was the need to harbor your attention. You were his only source of anything. You were clearly fond of him, no matter how strange or unnerving he showed to be. You talked seamlessly and mindlessly about your interests. He knew sunsets were pretty, but because he saw them through you. He knew what cafés were the best, what to get his mother for a gift when Frank pressured him to.

In the same breath, Kevin resented and found himself thinking often on that part of you. There wasn’t a way he could name it, but the feeling was dull. It stung a bit, hearing you speak about anything outside of his reach. He liked the sting somedays: it was proof he felt. Other than his heart thrumming in his ears, he felt something other than disdain and unadulterated anger.

He hated feeling jealousy, though.

It was quiet like the rest of him. Your friend, Matt, kept pushing. It was becoming sickeningly obvious that he thought of you more than a friend, and yet whether it be your own denseness or the fact that you’d known Matt since forever, you didn’t stop him. Not the meaningless touches on your arm, not the compliments on things only Kevin thought he’d noticed about you. Sick. Sick. It was that old, juvenile anger he felt spike again.

There was a barely there acknowledgement of the fact that you were attractive. He found you attractive even faintly. Then, there was the notion of your attractiveness shoved in his face. Others found you attractive.

His family already assumed you were dating. You hung around too often for them to not believe so. Your friends? They didn’t know. Before this, Kevin didn’t necessarily care whether or not you were called his significant other or the person he kept around. It was only then where he realized the perks of you being his: no Matt.

It was impulsive. He kissed you. It was under the porch light after Matt hugged you goodbye, and as he started to pull out of the driveway Kevin ducked in for the kill. It was impulsive, a bit too strong, and left you lightheaded like you drank more than you should’ve. Being with Kevin was like being an alcoholic.

There was an emptiness in his eyes as he pulled away. He didn’t even hold your cheek, he simply ducked forward. You felt… odd. Confused and a bit embarrassed that you let him do that simply for his own whim. What you didn’t see were the indents of Kevin’s fingers in the cup he was holding onto the entire time, the way he fiddled with the lighter in his pocket, the way his jaw clenched.

WHY STAY

There’s a certain value Kevin placed on you. You don’t know if it’s that of a toy, lover, or a third scarier option. There’s a big chance you’d never know either.

What you do know is that he’d give you his jacket when it’s cold, and surprisingly he’d take off yours for you when you enter his house. It’s done so casually that you forget it’s typically uncharacteristic of him.

He played nice with Celia when you’re around. He played nice with your family, to the point where you might even misunderstand and believe he wanted them to think highly of him.

Kevin could be awfully kind. It’s never a kindness for the sake of it, but it only ever distinctly shows itself around you. If you were ever sick or vice versa, you’re spending all your time around him for the day.

If he had the fever, he’d push his forehead against yours while you’re both lying down, lazily breathing with his eyes closed. If you were the one ill, Kevin sits on the bed instead, placing one hand on your hand or your forehead. It’s a cool, light feeling. His hand is large enough for it to fully encompass your face if he so wished, or at least your neck, and yet he chose to be gentle.

He doesn’t like the idea of you being special to him though; the fact that you’re exempt from even some of his antagonizing ministrations makes it frustrating. You shouldn’t be. You were something he hung around and dated technically, so the idea of you actually being the definition of a significant other made him heavy in the chest.

If you show that you like the idea of being special to him, at least in the beginning, it’s easier for him to pull away. Whether physically or emotionally, he can shut off completely from you. Deciding to stay is what does it for him. How can you stay? Even with all the silence and work it takes for him to do anything?

His kisses grow less rushed. They’re even somewhat experimental later on. Kevin doesn’t really know if he likes it, but he knows you do. A nip at your lip, eyes closed, fluctuating pressure. He’s a fast learner. He’d pull away prematurely, waiting to see how you’d react. Usually he’d just walk away afterwards like nothing happened, but if he’s feeling the reactive impulse to he’ll duck right back in.

Kisses with Kevin leave you panting. Sometimes you believe he truly is attempting to steal your breath, and he might just be. He has more often than not almost let the arrow hit you when you watch him practice archery. It never does, but it’s always close. There’s a furrow in his brow afterward, like he’s examining how he himself feels on you almost dying by his own hands.

He has also more often than not found that it leaves him annoyed.

[ofblessedcurse]

OFBLESSEDCURSE ; a dependant roleplay account for lawlessfm ; written by anna.

ALANA RUTHERFORD

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CELIA WONGSAWAT

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WALTER KINSEY

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[tinseltowns]

for  :  @avangelines​

location  :  mirage  country  club

                if  julia  had  it  her  way,  she  would’ve  treated  ava  to  a  deliciously  luxurious  dinner  at  the  parlour,  but  with  the  current  developments  of  a  titillating  project  on  their  hands,  julia’s  agent  had  sagely  advised  to  keep  things  as  quiet  as  possible  . . .  for  the  time  being.  sure,  she  wholly  believed  that  the  country  club  is  an  uppity  hideout  for  the  gilded  elite  that  often  felt  just  as  antiquated  as  the  bulk  of  its  clientele,  but  the  privacy  it  offers  can’t  be  discounted  —  julia  sayre-sullivan  and  ava  castro  slipping  into  the  parlour  together  would’ve  caused  a  frenzy  that’s  meant  to  be  saved  for  another  press  tour;  arriving  separately  to  the  mirage  offers  slightly  more  plausible  deniability.  she’s  already  got  a  table  for  her  darling  starlet,  beaming  once  she  catches  that  warmly  familiar  visage  across  the  room  -   then  again,  one  often  felt  the  dreamy  delirium  of  ava’s  presence  before  they  actually  saw  her.  “happy  to  see  you,  beautiful,”  she  coos,  pressing  a  kiss  to  ava’s  cheek  once  the  other  has  seated  herself.  “so,  you  wouldn’t  believe  it,  but  i  just  received  a  call  from  my  agent,”  julia’s  already  grinning,  curious  gaze  fixed  on  ava’s  countenance,  “apparently,  there’s  some  talk  about  me  playing  celia  in  that  little  project  of  yours.”  little  —  as  if  the  world  hasn’t  been  waiting  with  baited  breath  for  any  update.  “now,  you  wouldn’t  happen  to  have  anything  to  do  with  that,  would  you?”

[b-raypokemontime]

You came to the wrong neighborhood

A sudden boom of thunder right over head shook the ground and lightning struck the ground, heralding the roiling black stormclouds that just appeared overhead. They whirled threateningly over the tree topped ridge just next to the hillside where the battlefield was rageing. Another flash of light came from the ridge but it was not lightning. Wind started rattling the trees and there she stood. Long Aqua hair billowing in the air like smoke from a bonfire. She was seen by some from both sides but only House Ofthalmos really reacted. A cry of recognition and relief went up from the weary of the defending warriors.

An ethereal roar issued from her throat and shattered the cacophony of clanging metal, screams, and the cries of pokemon falling victim to the fighting and to House Ofthalmos's nightmare guardian. A wave of pure rage crashed against each and every one of the Invaders. Human and pokemon alike. Striking them to their very cores.

She shone like the sun in bright green before she shot up into the air like a firework rocket, screaming rage into the stormcloud created darkness. Slamming down in the middle of the fray. The ground shook from the impact and after she was a blur in Fuschia. A single keen from her mouth leveled a pathway through the ranks of the enemies of House Ofthalmos before she ran in. A pair of deadly hand axes paired with a debilitatijng teetering dance that was both parts beautiful and terrifying made excellerated work of man and beast that stood against the continued freedom of House Ofthalmos. All fell before her, no matter how powerful or cunning.

A shout came from behind her.

"Save some for me!" covered in blood and her eye blazing bright, the Princess of Isle Ray turned to her Nightmareish comrade. One of her eyes was bandaged up but the bandage was wet with pinkish tears. An attack from a pokemon hit her full force and she didn't even flinch. She just called across the field, voice just as ethereal as her visage. But cold as ice.

"Only if I must Celia." She said, as she struck down another enemy with Damning force.

[slateb1ue]

Okay, so I wanted to give a bit of background for these two.

Celia and Ryys have been friends since childhood, having grown up in the same settlement, the UPB. The pair was essentially trauma bonded together after being forced to fake their own deaths and run from the Empowered (Which are the police of the UPB, effectively just drones to the higher government.)

After they escaped they spent the next 6 or so years 'Wandering', (which is a form of randomized teleportation which is commonly used by Mask Makers who are looking to capture more visages) which went fine, they met plenty of people, saw all sorts of things...

And they had fun with it all, they were adventuring, plenty of people's ideal life. But adventuring is short lived, that's simply a fact of the profession. So, after those 5 years they split off, Celia went to Remember, an independent faction of mercenaries; Ryys went off to wander again, studying the people residing within Crynn.

This picture takes place roughly 10 years after they parted ways, after Ryys was handed ownership of the Mirage, another independent faction, specialising in illusory combat.

"There they are, the fox of the hour! Haven't changed a bit I see!" "Nice to see you again, Cel, its b- AK!" "Ha! Still just as short as when you left."

Just a silly interaction between my wanderers that I've been meaning to make for a while

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celia tags.

⋘ MUSE. celia. ⋙ ⋘ VISAGE. celia. ⋙ ⋘ CRACK. celia. ⋙ ⋘ HEADCANON. celia. ⋙ ⋘ META. celia. ⋙ ⋘ AES. celia. ⋙ ⋘ ANSWERED. celia. ⋙ ⋘ DRABBLES. celia. ⋙ ⋘ SAVED. celia. ⋙ ⋘ DASH COM. celia. ⋙ ⋘ MAIN VERSE. celia. ⋙ ⋘ GENERAL VERSE. celia. ⋙ ⋘ CELIA VERSE TBA. ⋙

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celia bowen   ,   canon

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Visage tag dump pt. 2

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tag drop 4/???

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tags.

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daniel tags.

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