#Muse Information

[townofcadence]

Muse Information - Bastion

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Basic Information:

Full Name: Bastion

Nicknames: Sweetheart, Bestie, Bast, Babybird

Age: ????

Date of Birth: ?????

Nationality: ???

Accent: ...Bird Noises? Mostly Crow Ones

Blood Type: ????

Pronouns: He/him They/them or She/Her

Gender: Bird

Sexuality: ????

Relationship Status: Single, Softhearted for Ira

Occupation: Innkeeper at Bedside Manor, Instrument Carpenter

Physical Traits:

Height: 6’0” (182.88 cm)

Weight: 176 Lbs. (79.83 kg)

Eye Color(s): Right is brown that reflects gold, but Left eye is pale blue.

Hair Color(s): Mainly deep black, with a forelock of white.

Notable Features: Wider nose bridge, one blue eye one dark, a white forelock, and feathers framing the face and growing in small speckles on their cheeks and hands. Waardenburg syndrome, so they have degenerative hearing.

Nature: Warm, Attentive, Loyal, Playful, Unperturbed, Distanced, Distractable

Art Ref:

[five-eyed-peacock]

More Information about Orcus

I pulled this from my personal. TW: Sex work, implied sexual assault, police brutality, homophobia

"Take love where you can when you're a whore."

Orcus was once a drag queen and a stripper, living in 1930-40s New York. His mother had been placed into a Rosemary's Baby situation, where a summoned Ars Goetian demon had his way with her and left her with a baby.

He died in 1947 at the hands of arresting police officers, who came for him when they found the body of his pimp, dead in a ditch at his hands.

He is rather gentlemanly and posh, but that's only a mask. He hides his Brooklyn accent in order to appear more collected and refined. His wrath unfurls like his tail when the ones he loves are involved.

Orcus is able to fling his tail feathers like throwing knives, and they are razor-sharp. His weapon of choice is a pair of fans made from his own tail feathers--dipped in angelic metal courtesy of Camilla.

He finds himself in the hotel mostly because of Angel Dust. He believes that sex workers need to stand up for each other, support each other. He steps back and lets the others stand up for themselves--until things get physical. Orcus has cost Valentino multiple fingers from daring to lay hands on the other workers outside of the studio. He is a very powerful demon and will not put away those sharp feathers while someone he loves is threatened like that.

[tcnacious]

Benjamin Hawthorne:

Age: 49

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Bisexual, dominant top

Occupation: Small town sheriff/wilderness survival instructor

Faceclaim: David Harbour

Kinks: age gaps, alpha/omega dynamics, anal/anal play (toys, etc) begging, biting, breast play, breath play, breeding/impregnation, consensual non-con. cock warming, creampies, cum marking, daddy kink, double penetration, edging, exhibitionism, face fucking, face sitting, forced orgasms, free use, glory holes, hair pulling, stepcest, monster fucking, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, photography/videography/home made videos, praise, public play, rimming, rough sex, size differences, somnophilia, spitting, squirting, taboo dynamics, toys, unsafe sex, watersports, virginity

Theodore Hawthorne:

Age: 42

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Bisexual, dominant top

Occupation: Small plane pilot/mechanic

Faceclaim: Travis Willingham

Kinks: age gaps, alpha/omega dynamics, anal/anal play (toys, etc) begging, biting, breast play, breath play, breeding/impregnation, consensual non-con. cock warming, creampies, cum marking, daddy kink, double penetration, edging, exhibitionism, face fucking, face sitting, forced orgasms, free use, glory holes, hair pulling, stepcest, monster fucking, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, photography/videography/home made videos, praise, public play, rimming, rough sex, size differences, somnophilia, spitting, squirting, taboo dynamics, toys, unsafe sex, watersports, virginity

Benjamin and Theodore grew up on the very outskirts of their home town. While the population was small, they were further isolated from interactions. Their father was a man who believed in being off of the grid and trying to be as self sufficient as possible. From an early age, both boys learned the value of hard work and persistence in life, as well as the joys of reaping the fruits of that labor. Whether it be food that they had grown themselves or surviving a night out in the woods on their own. While there weren't too many other kids their age growing up that they were close to, the brothers had a strong bond. There wasn't too much antagonizing or fighting between them. They did well enough in school, but focus was always on the more practical. Benjamin ended up going into the service at eighteen, feeling like it was something that he needed to do. Quickly, he rose through the ranks and got involved in special ops teams. Theodore remained at home, finding pleasure in working with his hands and flying goods between smaller homesteads and towns that required it once he got his pilots license. Benjamin eventually returned and took up the mantle of sheriff, being the most capable in town despite the lack of police work experience. They are still a bit separated from town but far more involved than their parents ever were.

Verses:

Dc/Marvel: Mutants/Metahumans. Benjamin can control both rock and plant life. It proved helpful when he was out on his own in the middle of the wilderness. Theo can control fire. A helpful trick when working on engines. And when the need to clear land quickly arose. They tend to stick away from the cities and open problems faced by mutants/metahumans. Rare is it that anyone is aware of their powers.

Monster: Benjamin was bitten and turned by a werewolf in his early thirties. Theo had already made the transition into hunter by that time. The two often work together, Ben using his abilities to help track down beast that threaten others while Theo helps keep that more monstrous side in check.

Resident Evil: Having lived in one of the smaller towns that lay on the outskirts of Raccoon City, both were more aware of what was going on than the average individual. They had braced for the worst when the quarantine started, never expecting Redfield, an old friend of Theo's to show up and ask for the sort of help that would send them headlong into a deeper, darker, and more twisted maze than could ever have been expected.

Western: TBD

Stranger Things: TBD

Far Cry 5: Neither Hawthorne was thrilled with the Seeds moved onto the land not far from their home. Trust was low and they were among those that were dissenting and upset with what they saw as a cult. They made nice with them for the time being but were always ready to cause a problem if required.

The Walking Dead: Out of anyone known, they were the most prepared for the end of the world sort of situation. For zombies? Not to much but the living off the land and fighting to survive? Both men were capable. They were the ones to establish a small community. A place where everyone pulled their own weight, and helped those that were unable to, for whatever reason. It might be tough at times, but the Hawthornes kept a fair and honest community that might just become a thriving one.

Call of Duty: Theo functions as a civilian contact that can be used when there needs to be discretion or flights in more rural areas of the US need to be flown. Benjamin has some connection to some squads and agencies due to hus precious experience in special ops. While neither of them want to be "in the game" their abilities and connections often lead to them being pulled into the mess further.

Detroit: Become Human: The Hawthorne siblings have been known to take in wayward, deviant, and lost androids. There is little care given to whether or not it could cause a problem. They are both aware of the tensions between humans and androids, with Benjamin often having a first row seat to the end results of those tensions. With how sentient they are, both men believe that androids did deserve their freedom.

[weebpolecat]

Main Timeline ; After the Krang Attack

Age: 18 (After/During Movie ; 19 )

Height: 5ft

Mutant Species: Marbled Polecat

Weapon choice : Kusarigama

Background : A regular high school student who was an artist, loved anime, and had gotten turned while she was on a zoo trip leaning into the marbled polecat pen for a pet.

Future Timeline ; Dystopian Future

Age: 39 (Future time ; 20 years later)

Height: 5ft

Mutant Species: Marbled Polecat

Weapon choice : Kusarigama

[cursestitched]

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION. DEADNITE

LEGAL NAME. satoru jiro

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE. august 16th - early to late twenties / thirties ( verse dependant )

BLOOD TYPE. A negative

SEXUALITY. bi-sexual

ALIGNMENT. chaotic / lawful nuetral

PROFESSION. yakuza hitman -- jujutsu sorcerer -- avenger -- religious cult leader ( verse dependant )

ETHNIC. BACKGROUND. japanese - korean - white

POWERS. cursed spirit manipulation & reversed cursed technique.

ADOPTIVE FAMILY. mr and mrs. jiro ( parents - deceased ), shoko & hari jiro ( twin sisters - alive )

BIOLOGICAL FAMILY. sonja si-mok & toji ( parents - alive ), yuta kanamori ( younger brother - alive )

ACCESSING CLASSIFIED DOSSIER ....

DARK & TRIGGERING THEMES: violence, death, murder, parental death, organized crime, incarceration, body horror, dismemberment, gore, brainwashing, psychological horror, post traumatic stress disorder, dissociation, religious cults, psychedelics, drug abuse, gaslighting / manipulation and depression.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

When Buddha faces the horrors of the world for the first time he's shocked, disturbed, and grief struck. At his lowest point, Buddha consults a monk, that has achieved inner peace in a world full of suffering. Their discussion inspires Buddha to begins his path to enlightenment.

━━━ PRODIGAL SON.

Satoru "Yurozu" Jiro came from privileged yet humble beginnings. A prodigal son with a bright future ahead of him as a student in one of Kyoto's most ambitious schools. His "parents", Shiori and Minoru Jiro, were respected members of their community given their respective charity work and being public members of The Star Religious group known for its unwavering beliefs in Master Tengen. Beliefs that the charmingly rebellious and more grounded in reality mind of Satoru didn't believe in. Viewing them as nothing but stories of mythology for the seriously devout to pray to in their daily lives.

━━━ REDS AND BLUES.

For better and worse, It was at the age of thirteen that his life was changed forever.

It started with seeing the monsters that went bump in the night, things that only he could see called cursed spirits born from the negative emotions of human beings. It was after a broken window incident at a convenience store that Satoru became the clerk's (an old man named Mr. Towa) apprentice while working there to pay for the damages.

This apprenticeship gave Satoru three years of experience in understanding his cursed technique "curse spirit manipulation" that required spirits to be exorcised into a ball and orally consumed. The taste wasn't pleasant in the slightest but as they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

At the age of sixteen, Satoru Jiro was framed for the deaths of three school friends and his foster parents due to the horrific nature of the crime and implications of plausible motives and fabricated evidence (specifically his fingerprints on the murder weapons) but in truth this was the work of a person that was a curse user just like Satoru. His younger sisters, Shoko and Hari (3 at the time) were placed into child protective services and later foster care while their older brother was incarcerated with a deal that spared him from the death penalty. A twenty year sentence that was later reduced to four years on account of being found innocent and his biological grandfather pulling some strings.

During his incarceration, Mr. Towa visited him and wrote letters before he inevitably passed away. The only saving grace was that Mr. Towa left a lot of books and journals about jujutsu sorcery / society and cursed techniques for Satoru to learn on his own. Through a path of mourning and vengeance, outside of being labeled as a monster to the public, Satoru's investigation pointed at organized crime and with the help of his grandfather Hakari, he worked his way into infiltrating the Yakuza crime syndicate.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

From learning about his birth parents being alive to finding out that his "parents" had essentially been blackmailed into kidnapping him as an infant as part of the religious groups trafficking ring, to finding out that his sisters were almost victims of it because of the abusive household they had been placed into --- Satoru, having consumed about 460 curses by this point, "disposed of" those deserving of his "righteous punishment" and got his sisters back.

It was later, through an agreement made between Grandfather Hakari and Nick Fury that Satoru and the girls would relocate to America and Satoru would begin his training in becoming an avenger with a second chance at redemption.

━━━ TIMELINE: WANDA.

[ POST AGE OF ULTRON ]

Its the thump of an unrequited love. They have a lot in common (dead parents, dissociative behaviors due to extreme trauma, still trying to understand the powers they didn't ask to be born with, etc) despite her romantic interests in the synthazoid named "Vision". Satoru is humble enough to respect it, he doesn't want to ruin their friendship despite a glint of something more being there. Its through his charmingly mischievousness and the big brother energy that Wanda is reminded of her. deceased brother Pietro.

Shoko and Hari love Wanda and the team but mainly Wanda, she's their favorite hero. The girls are still learning how to handle their cursed energy but other than that they can have safe, regular lives despite wanting to come with the team on missions.

Satoru and Wanda have built quite the close friendship. They sparkle some kind of hopeful light back into one another. While Wanda hasn't picked a name yet, Satoru goes by the alias "DEADNITE" with a custom made suit that allows him to channel his cursed energy more effectively.

[ CIVIL WAR / INFINITY WAR ]

Then the sokovia accords happen and the teams are split into two. Satoru stands on Tony's side but like Natasha there is some neutrality there. Prior to Wanda and Vision being fugitives on the run, Satoru lends a hand and lets them hide out in his private home.

And then "the plan" is discussed. Wanda refuses to do it as the inevitable encounter with Thanos looms closer. Vision pulls Satoru aside, asking him to promise to take care of wanda in his absence. He's been aware of Satoru's feelings for a while now but respects the fact that he never made a move on wanda or tried to tear them apart. Regardless, Vision puts his faith into this promise and Satoru relents to the reality of losing a teammate for the greater good and agrees to keep that promise.

But alas all of that is shattered in the wave of the snap. He watches miserably, fatally wounded in his fight with Thanos, as his teammates and allies are snapped into dust. Wanda's look of reliefs as her body disintegrates, Vision's lifeless corpse staring at him from afar.

For a moment, he's that frightened boy standing over the disfigured bodies of classmates and parents, petrified. In the aftermath, he tries to muster the strength to fight, to get on his feet and movie but Thanos has already shortened the distance between them. Nothing but a false god looking down on a wounded animal in pity. Satoru's spine is damage and his suffered a devastating fracture to the skull. He's not sure how much blood he's lost but its not long before everything becomes a blur and death takes him.

[ AVENGERS: ENDGAME ]

At least, so he had thought. Since that day, he's been in a coma for three years. Thanos left him to succumb to his wounds but didn't account for his body being retrieved by his grandfather who puts him in a water tank imbued with cursed energy to heal his grandson. Satoru Jiro's body is reported missing when SWORD goes to collect Vision's body. Teammates that survived the snap rightfully assume based on eye witnesses that he is deceased.

By the third year, Satoru awakens and despite his protests to help in the fight to Thanos, his grandfather convinces him otherwise, having him focused on refining and strengthening his technique and overall experience and understanding of Jujutsu Sorcery. For the next two years, He has committed himself to the faith of the Bhuddist following after forcibly taking over the star religious group and using it as his main resource for large money donations and collecting curse spirits from individuals unknowingly cursed. Through that, he uses his charismatic and unsuspecting nature to gain a mass following, speaking of a world reborn (the blip) from the darkness (the snap) and much more.

[ WANDAVISION ]

Satoru also has knowledge of the multiverse, the eternals and much more. Even the darkhold and its infamous scarlet witch prophecy after either encountering or watching the witch Agatha from afar. It's possible that they could've been working together but concealed their motives about Wanda. Satoru in particularly counting on Agatha's downfall and Wanda becoming The Scarlet Witch.

When the events of Wandavision happen, Satoru is present in the 60's era as his a kind generous monk in large Buddhist clothes in light of Buddhism and asian immigrants coming to america, with zen Bhuddism later becoming more prominent in American culture by the 1970's and 1980's. Much like Agatha, he is unaffected by the mental brainwashing of the hex but plays his role accordingly.

[ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS ]

Satoru has been keeping an incredibly close eye on wanda and her use of the Darkhold through his dream cursed technique from one of the spirits he consumed. He takes the opportunity to retrieve Wanda's body from the rubble of Mount Wundagore, where he and a still hex controlled Agatha take care of her in the safety and isolation of his religious sanctuary.

There no telling what sort of imprisonment conditions were going to be enforced if the TVA had succeeded in arresting her for her crimes through the multiverse. They didn't have the foresight to see and understand that Wanda Maximoff was the vessel of the elder god Chthon and the creator of the Darkhold. She would face an execution by that fact alone and Satoru just couldn't sit by and let that happen.

She's been in a coma for three months now and he's been preparing a rehabilitation course just for her. It's a much better alternative than whatever anyone else had and it would actually help instead of just keeping her locked up somewhere. That and the positivity and support of his community, his mentorship in helping her build emotional and mental strength against the Darkhold's corruption while learning more about her powers -- it's the best thing for her and Satoru held strong to those beliefs.

Perhaps, it's love or perhaps it's madness thats driving him now. He can't quite distinguish one from the other. One thing he's certain of though, now that Wanda is alive and in his care -- he won't let anyone or anything harm her or her happiness ever again.

[oukiyaba]

Mini Bio.

Born to an ambitious married couple, Ouki Yaba had high expectations placed upon him from a young age. Rather than buckling under the pressure, he rose to the occasion and intended to make his parents proud. He was intelligent, charismatic, and made surface-value friends very easily. He was well-liked by teachers, due to knowing his parents would have an absolute fit if he caused any trouble at school. As Yaba reached his teen years, he was popular with both the girls and guys - girls, for dates, and men, because of his talent in sports [The English translation of the manga claims Yaba was a football quarterback in high school, but believe this was something lost in translation/a localization].

Despite the time sports teams took up, he kept his grades up and ended up getting into the University of Tokyo. His parents were never insistent on what career path he chose, so long as it was stable, well-paying, and offered the ability to grow up the chain. Yaba had been interested in investing since his teen years, so he pursued a major in Investment Banking, getting his Masters in the subject.

Yaba didn't take long to find employment and made his way through the ranks quicker than most. He would eventually become a Venture Capital Representative Director, making him an executive at his company.

Personality.

While some [Chishiya] consider Yaba to be a conman, he's incredibly open and honest. While not warm and fuzzy to most people, he values honesty above all else. Since he's so used to having a busy schedule, time is precious, and he has no interest in wasting it by beating around the bush. This can lead to him saying things without taking into account (or outright caring about) another person's feelings. Yaba is confident, though a bit of a control freak.

Due to the nature of his upbringing, he is often very serious. While a smile can be coaxed out of him without much effort, getting one that touches his eyes is far rarer.

He is intelligent, clever, quick, and good at reading people. With a bit of a god-like complex, he has very little shame, as seen by him willing to sleep with Kotoko while waiting for other participants in the Jack of Hearts game.

Romantic + Sexual Interests.

Just like a good portion of humans, Yaba does crave the company of another - whether it's strictly physical or emotionally involved as well. He doesn't give as heart as he gives his dick body. For the rare few that do make their way into his heart, he is a dedicated and deep lover, and falls extremely hard.

Yaba originally believed himself to be heterosexual, but the freedom of the Borderlands allowed him to open himself up to more. He has little to no interest in putting a label on how he identifies, preferring to simply state that he "likes who he likes."

[amorettekirby]

{Used the Stan Lee outline that @theamazingchickenman recommended to me and it was immensely helpful. Thank you, friend. 😀}

What does my character want?

Friendship, happiness (beyond that, joy), to share what she has with others, love - not necessarily romantic. Amorette also wants to heal people and teach others how to juggle and use a trapeze. She'd like to run a circus - one of the first in Dreamland (in her live action AU Amorette works at a carnival during the summer months).

2. What does my character fear?

She was a little bit afraid of heights but overcame that pretty quickly. Loneliness is one fear Amorette has, despite being pretty isolated so she tries her best to stay busy. The only thing that really scares her otherwise is the destruction of the forest and vegetation she relies on. Mostly King Dedede being the cause of that. She's sure he's not all bad but doesn't totally trust him. (In her human AU it's being a victim of crime in the bigger cities or towns she travels to with the carnival).

3. What does my character love?

Creation, anything having to do with nature. She also really loves animals. Of course, Amorette also loves juggling, clowning (and practical jokes as long as they're not harmful or mean-spirited), trapeze, home cooking and homemade remedies. She loves bright colors, circus aesthetics (particularly the lights), and nature aesthetics.

4. Why does my character do what they do?

Amorette has big dreams and an even bigger heart; she'd like to run a circus - of course delegating the responsibility of ring master to someone else. She knows all too well what it feels like to be lonely because she lives on her own in the Wispy Woods (main Kirby verse) in a circus tent, so her hope is that she can be helpful to others by giving them a place to call home and help them make friends should they join the circus with her. In her human AU her motivation is to be helpful to others and set a good example in every town or city she travels to. Mainly to just be the best citizen she can be and affect people's lives in a positive way.

[viosvisions]

Background Information: Aric

Here is some information about my newst muse, Aric, the misplaced prince. Here are all of the details that you also find on my muse page.

Aric Varian - The Misplaced Prince

Name: Aric Sebastian Varian

Age: 18-24 (Varies between situations in RP)

Gender: Male

Height: 5’7”

Race: Human

Prince Aric Varian hails from the realm of Aleria, which has been celebrating a long era of peace after a lengthy war nearly tore the various territories apart.  The Varian Kingdom, where Aric hails from, is known for its advanced magical experimentation, a grand royal event is held to showcase the latest magical innovations. Aric Varian, the young and inquisitive prince, attends this event with great curiosity. Among the featured exhibits is an experimental magical device 

During a demonstration an unexpected mishap occurs. A magical malfunction sends Aric Varian hurtling through a rift in time and space, to a world unknown, and his fate uncertain.

Aric’s adaptability and quick learning, curious nature would most likely aid him in wherever he may end up, having a knack for wanting to learn being one of his biggest traits aside from his bravery and courageous spirit. During his time as a prince he was known for being more down to earth, not really using his status for any kind of advantage. 

That being said, Aric’s own skill set comprises both physical and magical combat, though he would prefer not to use violence to solve any issue that may come across. He ends up finding a job doing odd jobs, or quick jobs for pay, showing off his talents to be able to put food on the table.

Aric Elron (Celebrity AU)

Name: Aric Sebastian Varian

Alias: Alric Elron

Age: 18-24

Gender: Male

Height: 5’7”

Race: Human

After being transported across space and time, Aric would find himself on the property of the Elron family, who quickly take him in as one of their own. The Elrons quickly integrated him into the family, helping him find a place in this new setting. Eventually he would make his way into the world of acting, using the talents taught to him back in his home world.  Now Aric lives a successful life as a high profile actor, no longer having any attachment to his original home and world. Even so, he does often think about his family, his people and what became of them.

[bring-me-back-a-caninae]

Fandomless OC IC blog. Mun is 33. Anyone can interact. My only rule is to please reblog memes from the source.

Xyrhem Kassani. Traveling Deity.

Age: Uknown

Height: 8 ft

Abilities: Magic and Shape-shifting.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual. Possibly Pan.

True Haircolor: Silver

True Eyecolor: Gold

Xyrhem is the younger brother to the one who oversees the God of Creation and the eldest brother to his sister Hashaal, who serves under Judgment, aka the Goddess of Reasoning and Decision making as well as Strategy.

He was married to Kalia or his “little warrior wife”. She served under the God of Courage, Devotion, and Protection. Xyrhem himself serves under the God of Despair, so his power revolves around all aspects of emotion and the mind itself.

Now I won't go into too much detail but before he and the other gods and guardians had to flee their home world, Xyrhem tried to stay behind to fight alongside Hashaal and Kalia who were working on smuggling the godlings (basically demigods) to safe underground locations.

Hashaal and Kalia both knew the grim demise, and together, they forced Xyrhem to leave, telling him that he needed to make sure that Creation and some of the other important gods escaped.

Xyrhem reluctantly left, and to this day, it really hurt him. His kind and the various gods that he served and counseled were scattered as they descended to earth. Now, they survive like outcasts among the other pantheons hiding away in a pocket universe.

It's Xyrhems' task to locate and gather the rest of the gods and remaining kin. For some time, he dwelled in fear of this planet until an offering was made for a mortal.

New life. New abilities. New power. Years went on sharing someone else's skin, regaining confidence and courage. Now, Xyrhem hides no longer, wandering and forever searching but never in fear.

[yandere-yearnings]

Absume. (Yandere!Best Friend x GN!Reader)

feat. sui's ai

♡ oneshot, approx. 1k words

♡ post-specific warnings: melancholy (?), angst (??), angst w/o happy ending (???)

♡ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML SUIIIIIII❤️ i did not have as much time on this as i would've liked but no matter, i wasn't gonna exist on suiday w/o a suiday celebration dar style. i present to you ai angst❗❗(it was meant to be fluff but i'm a fucking dumbass who can't write lmao) ai belongs to @suiana and is from her stellar, absolutely fantastic game, Anything Will Do. sui i want you to know you make everything worth it and i wouldn't still be here on tumblr if it weren't for you. all my love to you mwah mwah <333 unedited, not proofread.

♡♡♡

This life was strange to you.

Sometimes it went by so fast, you’d wake up with no recollection of the days passed; staring at the ceiling with open eyes. It’s the same crack in the paint that had always been there, long and thin and unnoticeable if it weren’t for the fact you sought it out unconsciously. You remembered it, even if you didn’t remember crawling into bed that night, or having dinner at the table, and what exactly it was that your mother fussed over. 

There was a growing emptiness since you first noticed. No matter what you did, or how many people you were surrounded by, inside of you something was caving in. You didn’t know who you were. You didn’t know your place in this world without landmarking it by your achievements — and yet, when you looked back, there were none. How had you gone on so long? What had you been doing all this time?

Perhaps you lived in your head a little too much. Everything could be a little lighter if only you’d let it be. Sweeping every thought aside, you rolled, trapped your arm under your own weight and looked at your reflection in your mirrored bedside table. You were as you had always been. This was you, and this — whatever it was — was yours.

Lukewarm air, no temperature gradient, it should’ve made it easier for you to leave your bed, but you stayed there some long minutes before moving. Your clock was broken. Not conventionally. It only moved by the hour. Time was yours and you could waste it. There was security in the feeling that you had a choice to not start your day.

Morning, mundane as always, slathered you in its hues. Washed browns jittery under your feet, like there was no ground beneath you from wood to tile. The bathroom mirror had your fingerprints. You’d touched it many a time. Left a mark. This too, belonged to you. You could no longer believe this wasn’t real. Maybe it was that you were sensationless at your soles, treading carefully over loosely carpeted steps, trying to feel the tickle of those familiar fibres. When had you lost it all?

Your mother was in the kitchen, you don’t remember a time when she wasn't. It’s as if she can’t leave this lower floor, like she cannot rest, like her duties do not end. The door to her room never opens or closes, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her without that plaid apron. She never notices you unless you speak to her. She never says anything different.

At the table it’s fruit, and it tastes like nothing. No texture, nothing to chew. It feels like you’re eating air. Play-pretend at a plastic table with a plastic knife and fork. You’re young again and your sister ropes you into her fake kitchen. You don’t have a sister. Not here, at least.

There’s a knock at your front door. It’s light, like the person on the other side is afraid to be heard, but wants your attention still. When you open it, there he stands — the only thing in this world that you can reach out and touch, that thrummed beneath your fingertips, as alive as you were desperate to feel.

Ai takes your hand, and the breeze picks up just like that. Ever so easy. You watch your feet and every step they take to the pavement, nothing skips; you can commit it to memory. He’s speaking to you but you can’t hear the words just yet, there is only wind and the rustle of leaves. His hair billows, bleeds out heavy cyprus that blends into the backdrop of trees. He has always given you these beautiful bits of him, and you had let yourself go blind.

Letting go was something you should’ve done long, long ago, but you guessed he was your comfort. Solace. A shelter you could run to. Leaving never felt right, not when you knew he’d stay waiting. Ai told you once, he loved you beyond all of this. Outside the street lights would flicker, and in the flashes it was his face illuminated, tucking you in after a dreary day. You could never hold onto those scenes, in your mind they were fragmented, and you forgot about them as quick as they came. If you asked him why, you knew he’d tell you that this was the price, whether either of you could pay it, whether either of you could even endure it anymore.

On a deep inhale, you finally resolved that it was no fairer to him as you found it was to you, that now was the only right time. Now would be the only time you’d have him by your side like this again. This moment alone, he was real and he would not slip through your fingers.

You had set out for school, but with your textbooks weighing what your heart could not, you had no intention of going there with him. Instead these empty streets faded, and quickly noon set over the park you ended up at. The swings did not creak, but they were old. You wondered how they could carry the two of you — you and Ai, and everything you’d both been piling up inside. 

Back and forth you went, here and in your head, trying to find the words to say you don’t think you could do this anymore. If you said sorry, would it make him mad? His due returns weren’t meant to be apologies. You were meant to fill him up just as he had done for you, you were meant to make everything worth it, every sacrifice, every stilted interaction from the day you understood that you were losing him. It was meant to get better. All this was meant to pass. Your mind was blank, and you were waiting for something but your clock was still broken, so nothing would ever come. You wanted to say I love you. You wanted those to at least be your final words — you just didn’t know how.

Ai was kind to you. He had always been. So he took your head in his hands, didn’t cry a single tear though it should’ve gone with that smile, and made the cut clean.

He said: “anything will do.”

[thatsrightice]

I know organization of the bomb groups can get kinda confusing so here's some diagrams I found to help. l've also included a diagram of what a "Combat Box" looks like on left, note that "Coffin Corner" aka "Purple Heart Corner" with the red box in the low element is who usually takes the most losses. For a given mission, typically only three of the four squadrons will fly and even then not all crews will be flying.

Heres a diagram of the colors and markings specifically for 100th. This also highlights the four different squadrons within the 100th bombardment group and highlights their specific colors.

Here is a couple more diagrams that show the meaning of the different symbols and particular colors/markings for specific B-17 bombardment groups.

The reason we see silver B-17s near the end war, as seen in Part 9 of MOTA, is because those aircraft hadn’t been painted. When they came off the production line during the war, the shiny metal was painted drab green to camouflage them while parked on the ground. After securing air superiority, there was no real need to start painting them and so they started to leave them silver.

Check out the source document for these diagrams for tons more information regarding the colors of bombardment groups in the 8th AF.

[townofcadence]

Muse Information - Richard Demaris

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Basic Information:

Full Name: ???? [goes by Richard Demaris]

Nicknames: Richard, Mr. Demaris, Dr. Demaris

Age: ???

Date of Birth: ???

Nationality: ???

Accent: British

Blood Type: N/A

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: "Straight"

Relationship Status: Love? No thank you. Buy Gold and Stocks

Occupation: Businessman

Physical Traits:

Height: 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight: 189 Lbs. (85.73 kg)

Eye Color(s): Bright Blue

Hair Color(s): Blond

Notable Features: Conventional appearing, short blond hair, tan skin and a suit and tie.

Nature: Theatrical, Creative, Selfish, Cruel, Petty, Excitable, Manipulative, Food-Conscious

Art Ref:

[five-eyed-peacock]

More about Crevari

"Dear God up in heaven, are you glad I learned my lesson?"

Crevari is a special case. She is my oldest OC, active since about 2016. She has so many AUs, so here's the Hazbin verse for her:

Crevari grew up in the church as an altar girl in the midst of the Satanic Panic of the 80s. She spent a majority of her time under the supervision of the nuns, keeping the chapel clean. She had a fascination with instruments and music, a desire to learn how to play, how to sing. But the nuns forbade her. They considered that sort of thing sinful. It didn't stop her from learning in secret. She died in 1988, killed by a Qliphoth tree that was planted in her city by a demon lord. She found herself in hell due to her disobedience. Now, in hell, she devotes herself to Lucifer--his first cleric.

Note: the white patch on her face is intended to symbolize a burn scar inflicted while she was alive--she was thrown into the church altar, where the melting wax burnt her face beyond repair.

[roboticfellow]

A bunch more of these quick thumbnails (this au is genuinely devouring my brain 24/7 /pos)

I'm incredibly tempted to fully draw a bunch of different scenes, eventually I'll cook something up :P

[wnterslder]

“ and where exactly did you learn that ? “

open ! mutuals only.

[cursestitched]

[ WANDAVISION VERSE ] : untitled

TRIGGER WARNINGS: pregnancy, miscarriage, spouse death, spine and head injury, surgery, etc.

After the tragic loss of her fiancé, Vision, four months before their wedding day-- Wanda is approached by a long time friend of his, Satoru Kanatagi, the grandson of the influential and wealthy Honaga of the Kanatagi Clan that has made Satoru his only exceptional heir to the Kanatagi Family Fortune for the sole condition of him marrying and settling down with a wife that is approved by his grandfather and to produce grandchildren for the bloodline to continue considering how much it's dwindled over the years in and outside of Jujutsu Society, Japanese crime and civil political tensions.

Satoru has known Wanda and Vision since their college years but at some point after graduation, Satoru lost touch with the two of them. Coming back now in their respective early to late 30's is a considerable shock for how much they've grown and changed.

After the funeral service, Satoru and Wanda take the time to catch up. Satoru explaining that he had brain and spine "surgery" after an "accident" almost took his life. By the time he had woken up from his coma, he had some missing mail to track down and found the invitation to their wedding that Vis had sent him. Despite the obvious scars, such as the one on his forehead, the life changing experience has pushed him towards the path of being a shaman of the Bhuddist faith, a profession his deceased parents would've probably wanted him to pursue since it was within the same religious group.

Wanda catches him up on her and Vis' lives after graduation but withholds the information that she recently miscarried, her and Vision had been having problems trying to get pregnant, this was information that she hadn't worked up the courage to reveal to anyone yet but she does relent and reveal this to Satoru, trusting him sincerely.

Wanda didn't come from old money like her husband and Satoru. She didn't even come from new money. Her family and home in Sokovia had been ravaged by the onslaught of war and crime. Immigrating to America with the help of a foreign exchange student program and marrying Vision was her only ticket at living a normal, sustained and safe life with a family of her own. Her parents and brother were dead and gone. Just like the love of her life.

Now, she was alone.

Satoru starts to financially and emotionally support her with anything and everything that she might need. He insists despite Wanda's arguments the first time around. She's a hard worker that wasn't that desperate for handouts but coming from a friend like Satoru that was only trying to help when she clearly needed it, Wanda relented.

Slowly but surely they started spending time together, reminiscing about Vision and helping one another in the highs and lows of their grief. Vision and Wanda's purchased home resided in the suburbs of Westview and now it was just too heavy to be considered a home sometimes but with Satoru around, things did lighten up.

Inevitably, Satoru comes clean about his long withheld feelings for her after initiating a kiss from last night and asks for her hand in marriage but does come clean about the fact that his grandfather has some terms and conditions as his only exceptional heir of the family.

As fate would have it, Honaga knows who Wanda's biological father is and upon meeting her, sees the resemblance between her and Erik. To their surprise, he gives his blessing on the marriage arrangement and while he prefers his grandchildren inherit the Kanatagi Clan name, he can make an exception for Maximoff.

Wanda ended up giving birth to two healthy children that were only two years apart in age and they went by the names of Ethan and Serena Maximoff.