#✘ Uri on Ice (ooc)

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Gatto Tempesta-Uri

Former box weapon and part of the Sistema C.A.I., Uri is now human like many of the other animals.

Uri at times has a very problematic temperament, being irritable and easily angered at times.   She can also be stubborn and refuse to admit when she’s wrong, only doing so if called out by Tsuna or Natsu.

Uri is extremely loyal to her bosses, and will do almost anything to make them happy or protect them from harm.  Though she won’t admit it she would also do the same for Gokudera and the other guardians.

Google doc info can be found here

*Somethings my be subject to change*

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[minarcana]

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@spell-steal

honestly though, Uriel as Elsa is hella accurate

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Can’t live without you

Pairing: Stanley Uris x reader (adults)

Synopsis: (Y/N) finds out that her best friend didn’t arrive back in Derry with the rest of the losers club, and finds out that he tried to kill himself. Glimpses of her past with Stan are seen as she visits him in the hospital. Will the best friends that have been pining over each other since they were kids finally get their happy ending, or will Patricia and the very different lives the lead get in the way?

Word count: 5,314 this is a lot more than I originally planned, guess I got carried away.

Warnings: Attempted suicide. Talk of self harm. Blood/gore/violence, typical for the IT fandom. Brief implication of domestic violence from a father and a wife. A little angsty at times, but fluffy. Swearing. Tooth rotting fluff near the end.

A/N: Stan may be OOC, but I tried my hardest for my first IT story. Stan the man Uris is fantastic and deserved so much better. AU where the characters I love don’t die. The reader in this story isn’t Jewish, if you are Jewish, I apologize. There is a cute little story-line that relies heavily on the reader not having the same faith as him.

It had been just over twenty years since you were last in your home town of Derry Maine, and you hadn’t thought if it once. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to remember, you just couldn't. There were days when the name Stan would randomly pop in your head, and from a place buried very deep in the back of your brain, you were sure he was an important person in your adolescent life. 

When Mike Hanlon called to tell you that Pennywise was back, your heart started pounding so hard you were convinced it would leap from its place inside your chest. You didn’t exactly remember Pennywise, but you remembered the fear. You also remembered a mop of curly light brown hair that you immediately associated with Stan. 

Upon arriving at the Chinese restaurant in Derry flashes of your childhood came back, they were so unfamiliar it was like watching somebody else's life. Stan was the center of almost all of them, your old best friend and boy you had been in love with since you were six. It was great catching up with your old friends, but it didn’t feel right without Stan. 

The other six members of the losers club opened their fortune cookies, spelling out; ‘I,’ ‘cut,’  ‘not,’ ‘it,’ ‘guess,’ and ‘could.’ Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach as you open your own and see the thick black letters spelling out Stanley. 

“No,” you gasp out a plea to no one in particular. You lean forward and numbly move the papers around to say, ‘I guess Stanley could not cut it.’ The rest of the losers club had remembered enough over dinner to remember just how much Stan meant to you, causing them to stare at you as you try to blink back tears. 

The group running from creatures breaking out of fortune cookies happens in a blur, your head isn’t clear until the cool night air hits it. Mike gives you Stan’s number as soon as he comes to his senses. You walk away from the group, wanting privacy for whatever you get on the other end of the call. 

“Who is this?” a female voice answers the phone. Your furrow your eyebrows in fear and glance over at Mike who is watching you closely. 

“Uh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you state nervously, picking at your already chipped nail polish. “I’m sorry, I thought this was Stan Uris’s number.”

“It is,” the voice says slowly. “How do you know him?”

“We grew up together, we were best friends,” you smile as you remember gripping onto his hand as the wind whipped around you two the first time you jumped into the quarry. “Our friend group was having a mini reunion back home, and we got worried that he didn’t show up.”

“He’s in the hospital,” she says with no real emotion in her voice. 

“What?” you ask in disbelief. Not your Stan. 

“He’s in the hospital,” she snaps. “Do I need to say it slower for you? He slit his wrists and lost a lot of blood.”

“Oh my God,” you murmur, knees going weak at the thought. “Which hospital? I’d like to visit him before I go back home.”

She tells you the name of the hospital and hangs up before you can say anything else. Your knees buckle as soon as the line clicks dead, causing you to fall and scrape up your knees on the dirty pavement. Tears stream down your face and silent sobs shake your body. Ben and Bev immediately rush to your side, Bev kneeling beside you as she rubs soothing circles into your back. 

“(Y/N)?” she asks nervously. 

“He’s in the hospital,” you sob out weakly. “He tried to kill himself.” Bev helps you stand and sets you in Richie’s car so you can head to the hotel.

The rest of your time in Derry is a blur, it’s over so quick, but feels painfully slow. You instantly knew that your token was the menorah necklace that you’ve worn everyday since you had gotten it in sixth grade. Stan had bought it for you for Christmas as a joke, his father had made a not-so-pleasant comment about you not being Jewish the week prior. You knew you loved him the moment you tore the ribbon off of the box; he knew you better than anyone else, he let his guard down when he was with you, and he was the kindest, sweetest boy you had ever met especially when he stood up to his father about your religion.

Before you know it you’re assaulted by the smell of bleach and shiny white floors as you walk into the hospital Stan is in. After finding out the room number from the receptionist you slowly head to his room, wondering if you should really be there. 

Through the small window of Stan’s hospital room you see a blonde woman sitting on a couch on the far side of the room, typing away on her laptop. When you enter the room she slams her laptop shut and walks over to you, making sure to stand between you and Stan’s bed. 

“I’m Patricia Uris,” she makes no move to stick her hand out for you to shake, but makes the diamond on her left hand noticeable. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you give her a small smile that drops as you look behind her, seeing Stan’s body lay there unmoving. “We briefly spoke on the phone the other night.”

“Right,” her eyes squint as she looks you up and down. “What happened to your face?” She’s referring to the healing cut that reaches from your hairline diagonally to your eyebrow, you should really look into getting side bangs or something. Pennywise was always great at mentally and physically scarring everyone. 

“I was taking a shortcut through the forest in Derry when I slipped and cut it on a sharp piece of bark,” you lie effortlessly. She rolls her eyes but seems to believe your terrible excuse. “Is Stan getting any better?”

“The doctors say he should wake up any day now,” she doesn’t sound as excited about that as a wife should. “They say he should be awake, he just doesn’t want to. It’s all psychological apparently. It’s just like Stan to not want to do anything, always wanting to bird watch instead of going shopping with me.”

“Stan always loved to bird watch,” you smile at Patricia, pushing away the anger you feel at her ignorance and disdain she seems to hold for her husband. “He used to always drag me to the park in Derry to show me the different types, I was the only one in the group to enjoy it with him.”

“Yeah, well, it gets old fast,” she rolls her eyes, turning around to pack her laptop in her bag and grab her purse. “I’m gonna go home and shower, sit with him as long as you want to.”

Her heels click loudly on the linoleum flooring as she walks past you without a second glance towards Stan. You frown at her back as she walks down the hall to the elevator. You pull up a chair next to Stan’s bed and lightly grab his limp hand, running your thumb over the back of his hand.”

“You can’t leave me alone in this shit world, not after I finally remember,” tears spill down your cheeks. “I need you Stan the man. I’ll even go bird watching with you. Richie said, and I quote, so you can’t get mad at me for saying this when you wake up and remember me saying this, that you need to wake your ass up Urine, there are still a shit ton of birds to go look at. It’s all over Stan, we killed IT. And we all made it out, so you definitely need to wake back up. I’ve lived twenty years without you Stanley, I can’t go twenty more without you. I can’t even go one more without you.

Richie and Eddie finally got together, it was really cute. Eddie thought he was dying, he got stabbed by IT, so he confessed his love to Richie. But Richie was determined to get him out of there alive, and he did. So now they’re finally together, even though he married a woman that’s essentially his mother. Ben and Bev finally got together, we used to always say that they were made for each other. Ben is super fit now, but he’s still the biggest sweetheart I have ever met. And Bev is still so strong willed and fierce. 

Bill is a horror writer now, which to me is pretty ironic. They’re making his stories into movies, where they always change the ending because they want something happy. He married some actress, who he’s divorcing as we speak. She isn’t great, insulting his work and not really caring that she’s hurting his feelings. Mike has been living in Derry this entire time, he took over his family's business. He was waiting these past twenty-seven years for IT to come back. Trying his hardest to protect the next generation from the horror that we faced. 

I guess that just leaves me, I moved to Colorado, far far away from Derry. I worked my ass off to become a lawyer, the dream you always pushed me to go after. Even when I couldn’t remember you, your encouragement was in the back of my head, keeping me going when it got difficult. There were days that I would get foggy images of us getting ice cream, or splashing each other in the quarry, all of those times when you would let your guard down and have fun with me. Even after the losers club drifted apart as we went into high school, you stayed at my side. You defended me to your father when he hated that we were so close, even though I wasn’t Jewish. We were always there to pick each other up when Bowers or Greta and their friends would tease or beat us up. Stanley Uris, please wake up. I need you, we all miss you, and I definitely miss you the most.”

--

After spending hours with him, you head to the nearest hotel for the night. The next morning you stop by the hospital with the intent to say goodbye to Stan before heading home. When you walk up to the room Patricia and the doctor are talking. 

“There was more brain activity yesterday,” the doctor’s voice drifts out through the open door and into the hall where you’re standing. “Whatever you did, do it again, because it was the first time we saw evidence that he could wake up.”

“Great,” she has a fake grin on her face, and she’s using a fake tone. Why doesn’t she want Stan, the most amazing man you have ever met and her husband, to wake up? “What are you doing here again?” she snaps as she notices you in the doorway. 

“I have to head back home, so I wanted to say goodbye to him,” you nervously fiddle with the hem of your sweater. 

“Didn’t you have enough time with him yesterday?” she glares at you. Why is she so defensive about you seeing Stan again?

“You were here yesterday?” the doctor's eyes widen as he looks at you for the first time. 

“Yeah,” you answer shyly, flattening the side bangs you cut last night. Making sure they cover your stitched up forehead. His eyes light up in excitement and goes to talk to you once more, Patricia cuts him off. 

“Well, as Stanley’s wife, I’m not sure I feel comfortable having you spend more time with him,” as she goes to continue with a string of complaints, a hushed and broken sound comes from the hospital bed. 

“Oh my God,” you whisper, your hand covering your mouth. Your knees go weak, almost collapsing with relief as Stan repeats the sounds he had just made. 

“I’m right here Stan,” Patricia forces her excitement once more, limply grabbing his hand. 

“(Y/N),” his voice is clear this time, and your heart flutters as your old best friend says your name again. You rush over to his other side, gently grabbing his hand since that's where his IV is.

“Stan?” your voice breaks as you try to keep a relieved sob from escaping. Stan slowly and carefully flips his hand over, threading his fingers with yours. “It’s over. IT is gone, we got rid of IT this time.” His eyes open at your words, head turning to look you in the eyes. Tears finally escape the moment you can finally look into his deep brown eyes again. 

“Did you call me urine?” his voice is rough and scratchy from not being able to use it for a week. More tears spill down your face as you laugh, because that was the first question he decides to ask you. 

“I said I was quoting Richie,” your whole body shakes as you laugh, far too relieved to care if Patricia thinks you’re being over the top. 

“I can remember,” his voice is softer, just like his eyes. “I remember everything. What ever happened to your necklace?” his other hand reaches across his body, but stops and hovers a few inches away from where the necklace once hung. You instinctively reach up to touch your chest where the pendent once fell. 

“We needed tokens of our past, the most important thing from our childhood, that was mine,” he grips your hand tighter, the other one falling to his lap and away from Patricia. “I wore it everyday these past twenty seven years.”

“What necklace?” Patricia’s strained voice brings you back to Earth. You carefully let go of Stan’s hand and pull it back to your side. You had forgotten about Patricia, forgot that you aren’t allowed to love him anymore. 

“I got her a menorah necklace,” Stan laughs at the memory, not noticing that you got awkward and pulled away. “She’s not Jewish, and my dad always hated that we were so close and she wasn’t. I used to joke that I would convert her one day, so I thought it would be funny to get her it for Christmas.” The doctor grins at you and Stan with a knowing look before backing out of the room quietly. 

“Cute,” Patricia rolls her eyes and glares at you. You frown in response, wondering what on Earth you ever did to her. Ignoring Patricia, you hand Stan the unopened water bottle from your bag, sure that he’d need some water. He smiles gratefully at you before taking a large sip.

“What are you even doing here?” his stern gaze landing on Patricia. You furrow your brows, the Stan you knew would never treat his wife this way. 

“I’m your wife!” her voice is shrill, hurting your ears and making you cringe. Stan on the other hand doesn’t seem amused with the outburst. 

“We aren’t married anymore Patricia,” Stan’s voice is harder than you have ever heard before. “I divorced you three years ago, the only reason you're here is because I haven’t changed my emergency contact.” 

You run your hands through your hair as you process the new information, Stan was available. You could love him without being guilty. You could finally tell him that you love him, that you always have. 

“Well have fun with your deformed klutz over there,” she gestures towards you with a mocking grin. You had pushed your bangs back a moment prior without realizing it, Stan’s gaze on you quickly goes from confused to anger as he pieces together what happened to you. 

“Leave Patricia,” the anger in his voice is kinda hot. “I never want to see you again.”

“Don’t come crawling back to me when you get bored with her,” and with that she leaves, slamming the door loudly behind her. 

“What happened?” Stan brings his hand up and gently glides his fingers over the stitches Eddie put in. 

“You aren’t married?” your heart is beating so fast you swear it would break out of your chest and fly away. 

 “No, I divorced her a while ago, I realized she was treating me terribly,” you start crying at his words. “Why are you crying?”

“I thought you were dead, and then I thought you were married and slowly dying,” you sob. “But now you’re suddenly single and very much alive. It’s a lot to process. 

He lifts his hand back up to your face, wiping away your tears even if they’re being replaced as soon as he moves his thumb away from your skin. His hands are a little rough, but soft enough to know that he works behind a desk. His hand starts to caress your cheek, you have to fight the heat from rising to your cheeks and push away the excitement you feel from the tender touch. You’re just an old friend he hasn’t seen in twenty years, nothing more. 

“What happened to your forehead?” his voice is soft again, and his fingers brush along the angry red cut once more.  

“I was facing my fear,” images of a young Stan abandoning you in order to save himself, saying that you mean nothing to him, after you had fallen and your abusive father was closing in on you, race through your mind. “And Pennywise, as my father, cornered me after a young you pushed me down and ran away. As my father was hovering over me with a knife, he morphed into IT and he used his long sharp nail to cut my face, and try to gouge my eye out. I got lucky because there happened to be a large rock next to me, which I hit IT with so I could run away.”

“I would never leave you,” Stan says sadly, a hurt look in his eyes as he stares at you but can’t look into your eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see him again, even if he was just IT’s illusion.”

“It’s fine,” you reach up to play with your necklace, forgetting it’s not there anymore. Playing with the necklace had become a coping mechanism for your anxiety. The nervous tick had developed almost immediately after you received the present. “Really, everything is in the past now. I’m fine.”

Stan gives you a disbelieving look, you look around the room to avoid his gaze. Your eyes lock onto the clock, causing them to widen as you take in the time. How had that much time passed already? It felt like you had entered the room five minutes ago, it certainly didn’t feel like two hours had come and gone. 

“What is it?” Stan grabs your hand, keeping you from standing from the uncomfortable hospital chair. 

“I have a plane to catch, in an hour,” you pull your hand from his grasp, standing and backing away from the bed as well. “I need to go now if I have any chance of making it through TSA and to my plane in time.”

“Don’t go,” his voice is soft, broken even. “I lost you once, I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll be fine Stan,” you flash him a watery smile. “You have healing to do, and then you can go bird watch all you want. We’ll remember each other this time, we can keep in touch.” You walk over to the side of his bed, pushing the curls off his forehead so you can give him a soft kiss. A tear slips down your cheek and lands on his curls as the fall back into place. “Goodbye Stan.”

--

It had been weeks since you had left Atlanta, and you’ve thought of Stan every hour of every day since. It’s like your mind is punishing you with thoughts of him since you had forgotten him for so long. You and Stan texted a couple times, you still had his number from when Mike gave it to you. And just like Mike gave you Stan’s number, he gave Stan your address. Because two and a half weeks after you arrived home, a small package from Stan arrived in the mail. 

You stare at the package in shock for a few minutes, before finally opening it. You gasp as you see a menorah necklace inside, almost identical to the one you had gotten so many years ago. Your heart thumps against your rib cage at the thoughtful, heartfelt gesture. 

You immediately send Stan a text, thanking him for the necklace, while lightly chastising him for spending money on you, and asking him to give you a call as soon as he could. It has been almost twenty four hours since your text, and you've gotten no reply. You start to fear the worst, that this could have been his last act before trying, and succeeding, to kill himself. As you contemplate finding a way to get a wellness check on him, there's a knock on your apartment door. Probably just the guy from down the hall that doesn’t understand that rejection isn’t playing hard to get. 

When you open the door Stan is standing in front of you; his dark brown curls are styled instead of the chaotic mess they were at the hospital, his face clean shaven, his striped button up and pressed khakis are reminiscent of the outfits he would wear as a child. This is how you always imagined Stanley Uris would look like as an adult, well without the small almost unnoticeable scars on the side of his head. 

“Come in,” you finally snap out of your trance and step to the side, leaving more than enough room for him to walk into your modest two bedroom apartment. He takes in the living room and kitchen, but his eyes light up when they land at the necklace hanging delicately from your throat. “Wh-what are you doing here?” you glance down at the small carry on he’s holding.

“I thought I should tell you why I did it,” his voice is strained. “And I didn’t want to do it over the phone, since I know you were getting ready to make some smart ass remark about telephones.” Stan really was your best friend, because he’s spot on with his prediction about what you were just about to say. “I don’t know if it’s because I saw the deadlights for so long or something, but as we kept getting closer to twenty seven years I started to remember. It started with you and the rest of the losers a few years ago, but as soon as Mike told me IT was back I remembered all the pain we went through. I knew that we all needed to go back to Derry, but I knew I couldn’t do it. I knew that if I went my fear would be putting you in danger. I thought suicide would be the only way to keep you safe and where I didn’t have to face IT again.”

“Bev saw visions of everyone's death, how we would all die if we ignored IT. She saw you in your bathtub, and ironically she saw me bashing my own head in with a law textbook,” you laugh awkwardly, changing the subject from his reasoning and proof that he isn’t alone in this. “IT found a way to get to us, no matter how strong we are or how far away from Derry we were. Do I think you and Bev had it worse because you two saw the deadlights? Yeah, I do. I’m sure you got memories back as IT was waking up, you saw the deadlights the longest. You never should have made it out of those sewers alive that summer, but I’m glad you did. That probably made you more susceptible to that rush of fear you got again. And I just want you to know that you aren’t alone Stan.”

“I’ve missed you,” his voice frail as he pulls nervously at the bottom of his button up. 

“It’s been two weeks Stan,” you try to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling growing in your stomach. “You couldn’t have missed me that much. Plus, you could have called to talk.” Stan takes a deep shaky breath, and you frown in concern at his actions.  

“I’ve loved you my entire life (Y/N), it’s been two and a half weeks and I can’t stand to be away from you,” Stan says earnestly, his words warm your broken soul. “Not for two weeks and three days, I don’t think I can even go a day without you near. I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I love you too, Stanley Uris,” a grin spreads across your face, the joy mirrored in your eyes. “I knew I loved you the moment I got my first menorah necklace from you. It showed me just how special I was to you, you stood up to your father for me and you got me something that would forever remind the two of us of that moment.” 

Stan doesn’t say anything, he just leans forward and captures your lips with his. The kiss is electric, you swear there are fireworks, just like those cheesy movies. With your left hand you caress the scars on his head from all those years ago, and your right tangles into his styled curls. Stan’s hands grip your hips tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll float away if he lets go. When you pull apart your lips are tingling, both you and Stan panting heavily. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” Stan breaks the mood smiling shyly, causing you to laugh. “I kinda just threw stuff in a bag and got on the first flight out of Georgia, didn’t really plan ahead.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with my Stanley?” you laugh lightly, his ears turning red at your teasing. “He would never leave the house without having a well thought out plan first.”

“What can I say?” his smile grows, and so does yours as you watch the dimple on his right cheek deepen. “Your spontaneity and want for adventure always rubbed off on me.”

“You can stay for as long as you want,” you lean in, gripping his shirt and pulling him into you. This kiss isn’t soft this time, it’s rough and needy. Twenty seven plus years of wanting this and it’s finally yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, you sure as hell weren’t going to complain about the amount of passion in it. The kiss was finally a way in which the two of you could express every deep and long buried feeling. 

--

It was four months to the day since Stan showed up at your doorstep, and the two of you had only been apart for a week the entire time. You couldn’t get away from work again so soon and Stan had to go back to Georgia to pack up his belongings. The apartment that you had resided in soon turned into a home, all thanks to Stan. You two invited the rest of the losers over to visit, figuring that you had settled into your new relationship so easily you didn’t want to hide it from your friends. This time there would be no IT, no life threatening tasks to complete, and it’s the first time in twenty seven years that you would all be together. What you don’t know is that Stan is planning a big surprise, with the help of the most important people in your lives. 

You run out to grab salsa from the store you swear you picked some in preparation for today earlier in the week, but Stan said there was none in the fridge. You drive as fast as you can, the losers club should be over within an hour, and you didn’t want them to beat you home. 

The apartment is strangely quiet as you swing the door open; Stan isn’t muttering to himself as he goes over a client’s finances, and he isn’t sitting at the table working on a puzzle. Where is your Stanley?

Before you can get too worried, your brain immediately racing to the possibility that he is in your bathtub, that seeing everyone after all this time was too much for him, Eddie appears from the kitchen. You go to guilty greet him, feeling bad for being a bad hostess and not being there when he and Richie arrived, bet the hypochondriac cuts you off. 

“Your smile that can light up a room,” he grins cheekily at you, like he knows something you don’t. 

“Your smokin’ bod,” Richie joins the two of you, his laugh ending when Eddie smacks his gut. “Fine, fine, your eyes that sparkle when you’re truly happy.”

“How incredibly smart you are, especially when you find holes in the other lawyers arguments,” Bev winks at you, you look around desperately for Stan. Where is he? And what's going on?

“Your perseverance, you always make the hard days look easy,” Ben walks out and wraps his arm around Bev’s shoulders.

“How caring and understanding you are,” Bill stands beside Richie, the grocery bag with the salsa in it, on the floor and long forgotten.

“And that your voice can calm me with just one word,” you furrow your brows at Mike. 

“Those are all things I love about you,” Stan’s gentle voice comes from behind you. You whip around to see his grinning face, no trace of fear or sadness from his past anywhere to be seen, only excitement for the promising future. “I could write a whole book of things that I love about you, but that still wouldn’t cover it all.”

“Stan?” your heart leaps at the glint in his eyes and the softness of his voice, things you want to experience for the rest of your life. 

“I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N), with my entire being. I always have. When we were kids I knew I would marry you one day, I knew, even then, that there was no way I could live without you. So (Y/N)-” Stan pulls out a little black box from his pocket as he gets on one knee. 

“Yes!” you exclaim a little too loudly as soon as he flips the lid open. The diamond is sparkling up at you, your eyes fill with tears. 

“I didn’t even get to finish,” Stan pouts, humor and happiness twinkling in his eyes.

“I don’t care,” he laughs, sliding the one carat ring on your finger. It’s a perfect fit, meaning good luck through some old superstition. “Just kiss me.”

Stan shoots up from the ground, grabbing your cheek in one hand and caressing it softly, the other slipping into your hair. You pull greedily at the front of his freshly ironed button up as he deepens the kiss. A moan escapes one of you, and from the sounds of how deep it is, you’re sure it was Stan.  

“Get a room,” Richie wolf whistles, you and Stan pull away embarrassed. 

“I can't wait until I can finally call you Mrs. Uris,” he breathes, ignoring Richie, as he rests his forehead on yours. 

“Neither can I,” you close the distance and kiss him again, not caring about the audience, or the quiet sound of disgust from Eddie. Just because he makes out with Richie often, it doesn’t stop the thought of thousands of germs being passed back and forth when he sees someone else kiss.  

You finally get your happy ending with Stan, after all of those shitty years without him, you two will never be apart again. And there is no better way to start the rest of forever together than with the help of the losers, your chosen family.

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Brendon Urie

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OOC Information

Name: Vegas

Age: 28

Timezone/country: United Kingdom

Pronoun:  She/They

IC Information

Name: Brendon Urie

Birthday: April 12th 1987

Social Media Handle: urielectric

Connections: Hayley Williams, Darren Criss, maybe Sarah Urie?

Pronoun:  He/Him

Other

I’ve never been involved in another tumblr RPG (so I’m hecka nervous), I have participated in Discord RPGs but never one with set rules on interaction, so I’ve had a lot of experiences with watching bubble roleplaying going on.

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info/rules

Concept

An RP blog for Stanley Uris of Stephen King’s IT.   Book based but I’ve seen the recent films and can adapt as needed. Featuring both the child and adult timelines and an AU where Stan lives.

Mun

I’m 21+, have a full time job, and you can call me Roxanne. Decided to create this RP blog for a chance to do a different kind of writing. I probably wont be doing icons for this blog. But I like to use small text with occasional emphasis.

I enjoy using ask memes as ice breakers. Feel free to send them in even if we haven’t interacted before.

Misc

I ship all the dynamics canon provides us with both platonically and romantically so if you’re wondering whether I ship it the answer is ‘yes’. In line with that this blog will be multi-ship so I can write as many of them as possible. But also, just for the record, all my favorite dynamics are found family and friendships so I’ll never be disappointed if it doesn’t turn romantic. The tag to block if you don’t want to see ooc posts is ☀ooc: just a beer and a bath

Rules

Just be polite OOC, it’s not hard.

Feel free to contact me via IM if you want to do something that borders on godmodding. We can talk it out.

No smut here. Ever! It’s not my jam. Congrats if it’s yours, I’ll still follow you if you rp smut, I just wont partake.

You can always feel free to block or unfollow for any reason, I won’t track you down.

Please tag teeth and/or dental horror.

This blog will inevitably contain references to and discussion of suicide. All such posts will be tagged tw suicide. 

If you need additional tagging please just let me know. 

I’m going to be a tad more selective than I usually am with rp blogs (usually I’m not selective at all) because this muse is a touch more delicate than the ones I usually play.

But I am open to canon interactions, crossovers, and rping with OCs.

[exoriiens]

✔ uvu

A quick and easy plotting guide

@obsidiansong

My muse(s): Uri .3.

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats JJ on your third character, Matthias Beiste! Please send us his blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: JJ Preferred pronoun: He/Him Age: 25+ Timezone/Country: CST, USA RP Experience: Other sites not on tumblr mostly. Activity Level: 7 out of 10.

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Matthias Beiste Designation: Dominant Age: 22 Faceclaim: Brendon Urie Birthday: April 30th Orientation: Pansexual Kinks: Sadism, anything not on anti-kinks is free play. Anti-Kinks: Scat, vomit, being topped.

BIO: ABUSE MENTIONS TW.

His biological father’s abuse on his biological mother left a lasting scar in his young mind. While his other brothers have their own way with dealing with the trauma, Matthias took to acting out. While he never took it out on his family, it didn’t stop him from starting fights on the playground or in the halls of his high school. Especially when it came to protecting his brothers, which only proved to be his soft points underneath his hard shell exterior.

When it came to his present life, he uses his fists less as he’s fully involved in music therapy as his way of coping with the unspoken likeness to his father that he fears he holds in his DNA. He’s closed off to the idea of love, keeping himself barred from the world with a barbed wire of sharp words and an mentality of being anti-feelings of any kind. Being the epitome of a badboy walking cliche with daddy issues.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What is your biggest fear and why?

Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but I’d have to say falling into the same steps as my father.

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

My guitar. Can’t have music without it, that should be obvious.

My multicolor karambit. The solution if I ever see my biological father face-to-face, pretty simple.

Sixth Street Bridge. In east of downtown LA. It was my escape when I snuck out. Where I would bum some smokes off some homeless dudes, play my guitar, carve shit into boards and spray paint over the bridges foundation. It was my solace back in the day.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

My dad. He really needs a nice…big…punch to the face.

What is the one moment you would describe as your happiest/most excited?

Probably every Christmas I had growing up? I don’t know, those words sound like fake news.

[kohkytus]

SHIPPING INFO !!

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER[S]?:

HHHHH OK. for hanzo, mc/hanzo is probably my fav. i also like hanzo/widow but i kno that’s not really a popular ship? they’re both just snipers and it’s aesthetic oof. for zack, i really used to like zack/cloud ! i haven’t written him since so i can’t confirm if that dynamic still works for my zack. for urie, shirazu/urie is good. also saiko/urie. love it. matsuri/urie, also good. i’m not much into mutsuki/urie tho.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

pretty much all things that come with shipping! i’m a little iffy on ns/fw stuff, but i don’t mind writing follow up etc. none of my muses live much of a domestic life, but anything from domestic to “oh shit we’re in a lot of trouble now” kinda thing.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

so long as both are consenting adults, then its all ok with me!

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

yea tbh. i have to get along with the writer ooc, otherwise its never going to work. im slow and they have to be chill with that.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?:

eeh i’d say anything that’s like above pg-13. kissing is ok but anything with ~contact~ then i’d move it to nsfw just to be safe

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:

i dont have any ships here atm! so none :3c

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

yeah please ask lmao. if we talk ooc then i’m likely to say yes? but otherwise, it’s a no. but please ask. please.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

ok i like to ship all the time but i’m busy and slow. sometimes i just get more done by talking about it ooc than actually writing ship interactions. that’s pretty much the reality of writing any relationship with me, romantic or otherwise. so ooc: very often. ic? not so much.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

uhhhhh ship more-or-less. a lot of my muses aren’t very flexible or likable? they wouldn’t jump into a relationship like off the cuff either. so it ends up being more-or-less.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

honestly depends on the muse.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

MMMM i like mc/hanzo atm! powerful. strong. moody hani with slightly gentler mccree. it’s good. 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

just talk to me ahhh. i’ll be open to most ships if we’ve interacted before, but sometimes it just takes a lil bit of world building u know.

Tagged: @pennadus / thank you!! :D 

[fairlydemon]

› ᘚ  OOC.

Oizinho! Eu sou a Bea, tenho 22 anos e respondo pelos pronomes ela/dela. Tô recém formada (graças a Deus) então tenho bastante tempo para jogar, mas eu trabalho durante a tarde então só apareço (depois do dia 6) de manhã ou de noite. Não tenho triggers que não estejam já na lista.

› ᘚ  IC.

› ᘚ P R O F E S S O R E S:

Como você nunca ouviu falar que BLATHNAT é um descendente direto de MALÉVOLA (A Bela Adormecida)? Ele tem 73 anos e está lecionando CRIATURAS MÁGICAS e LÍNGUAS MÍSTICAS em Aether. Pode ser AMIGÁVEL e BONDOSO, mas há momentos em que se mostra INSEGURO e FECHADO. Recomendo que não o confunda com BRENDON URIE porque isso já trouxe confusões o suficiente! 

› ᘚ HEREDITARIEDADE.

Blathnat é o filho mais velho de Malévola, tendo mais três irmãos mais novos dos quais ele não é tão próximo por ter se afastado da mãe a muito tempo. Blath, apesar disso, é um exemplo de irmão mais velho e está sempre cuidando dos irmãos mesmo que eles não notem, mesmo que não tenham um grande laço afetivo.

› ᘚ HEADCANONS.

Ser filho da Malévola é exatamente tudo que se espera. Quando Blathnat nasceu, seu pai já tinha sumido do mundo. Não era incomum que fadas tivessem relacionamentos de uma noite só, principalmente uma fada maligna. Tudo que ele sabe sobre seu pai é que ele era humano, fato que Malévola nunca deixou o filho esquecer porque ele era “um mestiço fraco”, nas palavras da mulher. O pai, porém, nunca fez muita falta na vida de Blathnat. Malévola podia ser uma péssima pessoa e uma mãe pior ainda, mas ela sabia como cuidar e fazer uma criança crescer nos moldes e nos planos dela. 

Como o esperado, Blathnat foi criado sob a doutrina de Malévola. Sua visão de mundo, rancorosa e vingativa, foi incessantemente martelada na mente do pequeno fae enquanto ele crescia. Principalmente depois que as asas do garoto começaram a se desenvolver e Malévola, desprovida de suas próprias asas, viu nele uma oportunidade de expandir seu poder. Tão cedo quanto ele aprendeu a voar, Blath era o pombo correio da mãe. Sob um feitiço para não ser detectado -feito pela mãe, claro. Ele nunca conseguiu fazer magia de verdade- a vida de Blath era espionar o reino dos humanos e buscar pela oportunidade perfeita para Malévola se vingar de todos que a fizeram mal. Durante essa época, Blath fez coisa indescritíveis das quais ele se arrepende até hoje, sempre motivado pela mãe e reprimido pela sua consciência.

Sendo criado unicamente pela mãe, é uma surpresa que ele tenha se tornado uma pessoa boa. Sob os ensinamentos de Malévola, ele não deveria nem ser uma pessoa decente, para começar. Mas a natureza foi gentil com Blathnat e ele resolveu ser gentil com a natureza. Dono de um coração puro que não combinava com os planos de Malévola para ele, afastou-se oficialmente da mãe aos 33 anos. Foi uma briga que ele apenas ganhou graças à imunidade à magia que suas asas tem e, sem pensar duas vezes, Blath voou para o mais longe possível. 

Longe da mãe, ele cresceu emocional e intelectualmente. Aprendeu muito com os humanos que conheceu, ainda mais com as criaturas mágicas. Naturalmente curioso como ele era, Blathnat sempre teve essa sede de conhecimento, principalmente quando se trata de outras culturas e vidas. Já tendo a muito tempo desistido de seguir os passos da mãe, e sabendo que os irmãos logo iriam para o Instituto, o fae tomou a decisão de utilizar todo o conhecimento que adquiriu nesses anos para lecionar em Aether e sua missão principal -tanto como professor como na vida- é ensinar para as pessoas que não importa quem sejam seus pais, sempre há um caminho para a bondade. 

› ᘚ PODER.

Mimetismo demoníaco: por ser filho da fada do mal, Blath herdou da mãe os poderes malignos da mãe. Nasceu mais parecido com um dem��nico do que com uma fada: com um par de chifres vermelhos longos e grossos como os da mãe, um par de asas de couro como as de um morcego e uma cauda no final de sua espinha. Por causa disso, ele é capaz de voar e suas asas são resistentes a ferimentos e à magia. 

[frostveiled-archived]

My oc x canon loving ass ::

But what if Uriel ended up w Lor'themar instead of Halduron 🤔🤔🤔

[undergroundrp-blog]

¡ Bienvenido a Londres, QUENTIN RHETT ! Después de una profunda revisión por parte del consulado, parece que todos tus papeles de residencia están en completo orden, por lo que la impresionante ciudad Londinense  está preparada para recibirte.

¡ Hola, Alek ! Gracias por interesarte en nosotros, tu audición ha sido aceptada. A partir de ahora cuentas con 24 horas para mandar la cuenta de tu personaje, pero si llegas a necesitar más tiempo, no dudes en pedirlo.

☆ DATOS OOC:

Nombre/Seudónimo: Alek

Pronombres: Él

Edad: 24

País: México

Nivel de actividad: 8/10

Una cuenta en donde te podamos ubicar: ( removido por la administración )

¿Permites y/o escribes smut (escenas +18)?: Súper si

Triggers: -

Contraseña: ( removido por la administración )

¿Tienes algún comentario?: Son fabulosos.

☆  DATOS IC

Nombre completo del personaje: Quentin Rhett

Edad: 32

Cupo/Ocupación: Psicólogo / Activista en la comunicad LGBT+

Faceclaim: Brendon Urie

¿Cuánto tiempo tiene en Londres? 7 años

Personalidad:

Quentin tiene suele ser noble y sencillo aunque también tiene una contraparte, siempre espera que se haga lo que él dice y exactamente como él lo quiere, tiene una estabilidad emocional bastante bien manejada y siempre mantiene la calma para saber como reaccionar ante diversas situaciones.

Cuando se enoja suele explotar por guardarse siempre todo lo que piensa, a veces dice cosas que realmente no quiere decir, suele hacer más drama de lo que realmente acontece.

( + Extrovertido, + alegre, + sensible) ( -Berrinchudo -Exagerado -Dramático )

☆ DATOS IMPORTANTES:

Quentin creció en una familia clásica y sin muchos hechos importantes más que su formación académica, llegó a vivir a Londres cumplidos los 25 años, estudió psicología en una universidad americana, desde que llegó a la ciudad se dedicó a obtener experiencia y además comenzó con estudios sobre sexualidad, a mover a la gente con el activismo con campañas, movimientos y fundaciones contra abusos sexuales y minorías. Ha apoyado en diversas conferencias hacia alumnos de diversas escuelas.

Su lucha más importante es contra el ECOSIG que es el motivo principal que lo llevó a mudarse y a aceptar el trabajo que ahora tiene, siempre está a favor de los derechos humanos y siempre está en ayuda de la gente que más lo necesita sin importar sus condiciones de vida, siempre está dispuesto a apoyar todas las causas necesarias y llegar a los últimos recursos, han logrado cerrar lugares y cancelar licencias de trabajo debido a estos hechos que él considera inhumanos.

Conoció a Gerard Withmore en un evento y desde entonces trabajan juntos en muchos proyectos independientes, ha sido su soporte durante mucho tiempo e inclusive pensaron que eran pareja, en este momento es una de las personas más importantes en su vida.

☆ DATOS EXTRAS:

Una de sus metas es dar clases universitarias.

No le gustan las mascotas.

Tiene miedo a envejecer.

Usa muchos productos para la cara.

Su mejor amigo es Gerard Withmore.

Tiene una pequeña obsesión con los chicos pelirrojos

Su música favorita es el post-punk, new wave, StynhPop o la música industrial en general.

Tiene una cicatriz en el brazo que siempre muestra.

No le gustan las redes sociales.

No entiende el sarcasmo.

Ha escuchado miles de historias como psicólogo.

[tokyo-ghoul-positivity-blog]

For this amazing Urie that is @kuinkuki, making the character come to life outside the manga, an A+ portrayal, dazzling writing and a sweet and kind mun, wonderful to brighten up the dash, every time I see them, ic or ooc.

[tragiichearts]

WELCOME BACK TO COLLEGE

nyu is buzzing with a new semester and students are already moving in. whether you’re here for the first time or returning, everyone is talking about how the rest of the year is going to go for them. will you be making new friends or keeping to yourself? are your parties going to be a hit or miss? will that cute barista at the campus starbucks finally notice you? and are you going to actually make it through with your full load of classes? only time will tell, and the decisions that you make will put everything else into play for you. choose wisely.

RULES

this is an all human college au and is open to all fandoms. you are encouraged to be 18+ (mun and muse) since this verse may have adult themes.  try to be as active as possible, there will be random activity checks, and please let us know of a long-term absence. no ooc drama, but ic drama is always welcome. sometimes i will post a random happening that may affect all students (snow storm, school closing, etc) feel free to participate in it with new threads. this is just to bring new things into the verse. there is a possibility of a gossip blog in the future as well. please make a bio once you are accepted and tag it as gv. pursuit of life ooc track the tags gv. pursuit of life and gv. pursuit of life ooc sending in an application will not guarantee your acceptance as this is a selective verse. applications will not always be accepted right on the spot, it may take a day or two. there will most likely be a member cap, and i will post when i’m no longer accepting applications.

APPLICATION (please submit here)

mun name: mun age: muse name: faceclaim: age & year (freshman, sophomore, junior, senior): major: living conditions (dorm, off campus, at home, etc): roommate preference y/n: fraternity or sorority house (n/a if none): other activities/hobbies: short 3-4 sentence bio:

MEMBERS

♦ gabriel lightwood | matthew daddario | tragiichearts | 21. junior. graphic design. bio. ♦ alec lightwood | matthew daddario | sagittarriis | 21. junior. business. bio. ♦ isleif úlfadóttir | imogen poots | hellfireandice | 18. freshman. nursing. bio. ♦ dionysus | brendon urie | midnxghtwhisperings | (age needed). senior. marketing. bio. ♦ jillian rae holtzmann | freya mavor | avidskiier | 19. junior. engineering. bio. ♦ simon lewis | alberto rosende | neharah | 19. sophomore. accounting & music. bio. ♦ eliot waugh | hale appleman | eliotwoah | 21. senior. linguistics & creative writing. bio. ♦ clarissa morgenstern | katherine mcnamara | svraphic | 18. freshman. visual arts. bio ♦ quentin coldwater | jason ralph | magicaladept | 20. junior. philosophy. bio.  ♦ rayne layden | selena gomez | ghostofaformerself | 20. junior. behavioral science. bio.

[ikkibu-blog]

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[bxstiion-a-blog]

ooc. ugh im getting way too invested in Araucenda’s ( Elf baby’s father name !!!! ) family and background. Here’s a sneak peek to the fam! ( Placed under a read under because I don;t want to annoy ppl! )

Grandfather + Noldo Lord: Taurohtar ( Mighty Warrior | “Taura” + “Ohtar” )

Very brave and valiant

Very loyal, especially towards Finwë.

Was good friends with Finwë before he died.

Did not like being in the spotlight, so his deeds were always overshadowed and unrecognized.

Finds pleasure in the simplest things.

High sense of morality

Stoic and rarely shows emotions, but when people around that he likes, Taurohtar is rather cheeky and likeable.

Nickname: Veryo ( Bold One )

Title: The Lion Of The Noldor

Note: All his grandchildren call him “Haru” for grandfather.

Started the “House of Taurohtar”

This house was founded on the basis of being morally good, being compassionate, and focusing on the good of society.

Primary Faceclaim:

Father: Alarco ( Swift/Rapid One )

Fleet-footed, very graceful.

Quick-witted

Great dancer

Articulate

Dark haired

Sensual when performing

Warrior and taught his children everything they knew.

Primary faceclaim: Brendon Urie | Secondary Faceclaim:

Mother: Laurëalassë ( Golden Joy )

Golden Hair

Melodious voice

Blacksmith of the family

Artistically gifted and works well with precious metals

A student of Mahtan

Became friends with Fëanor while learning under Mahtan’s wing. Later on, she became close with Nerdanel.

She wanted Araucenda to be a blacksmith like her, so she asked Fëanor to take him under his wing to learn smithing.

Generally is disappointed Araucenda ineptitude

Strong in will && strong in arm.

Primary Faceclaim: Margot Robbie | Secondary Faceclaim: Emma Roberts

Eldest Brother: Arohtar ( Noble Warrior )

Note - Noble ( Ara- ) | Warrior ( -Ohtar ): combined the two of them

Skilled in the art of War. Especially with a sword that was lovingly gifted to him from Laurëalassë.

Really noble, and valiant

Very polite and nice.

Acts very princely. He has been seen kissing the back of ladies’ hands.

Easy smiler

Optimistic

Endlessly patient, honestly, Arohtar is basically a saint.

Can be really sassy when the situation warrants for it.

Idolizes Taurohtar

Primary Faceclaim: Armie Hammer | Secondary Faceclaim: Chris Evans

Middle Brother: Finon ( Clever One )

Takes after Alarco in terms of mental quickness.

A total glib

Prankster and likes to bother Arohtar with his little antics. ( He’s somewhat jealous of the golden boy )

Tends to isolate himself from his brothers

He’s the singer of the family, so he handles a lot of instruments

Inherited his mother’s smooth, melodious voice

Good with his fingers/hands

Out of the family, he’s the one easiest to coax to the darkness.

Mocking and somewhat rude towards his brothers. He’s a merciless teaser.

Primary Faceclaim: Julian Morris | Secondary Faceclaim: Ben Barnes

Uncle: Aistandur ( Holy Servant )

A religious leader

Very calm and stoic, rarely is startled by anything

Very quick-witted and sharp with his words

Devoutly religious. Worships Eru, the Valar, and the Maiar

Will never resort to violence

Despises Fëanor and his arrogant behaviour, certainly does not mesh well with him.

Has a silver dagger that was rumoured to be a gift from Aulë

Aistandur is a very no-nonsense Ellon and does not really tolerate stupidity. However, he does have a soft spot for Araucenda.

Primary Faceclaim: Matt Dadarrio

Female Cousin: Tinweriel ( Maiden crowned with stars )

Soft-spoken

cold and distant

Has a love for the stars + astronomy

Carries around twin silver daggers

Rather lethal

But despite her attitude, she does focus on the wellbeing of the people that she cares about.

After her parents had perished, she was taken under Aistandur’s wing. Like him, she grew to love the Valar, but mainly Varda.

Primary Faceclaim: Emily Clarke ( but her role as Daenerys Targaryen ) | Secondary Faceclaim: Emily Blunt ( role as Ice Queen )

To do list: Tinweriel’s fiance && two children, wife of Taurohtar, and Ragna the Dwarrow.