#dev patel gif hunt

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Monkey Man

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( #164 gifs ) of DEV PATEL in the movie MONKEY MAN (2024) / dev patel is a british actor of gujarati indian descent and was born in 1990. you can access them by clicking on the source link. all of the gifs were made by me from scratch, so do not redistribute them or claim as your own. if you enjoyed them, a like or reblog would be very appreciated. if you consider buying me a coffee, i'd be very happy as well!

cw: blood, guns, injuries, flashing lights.

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COMMISSION! in the source link, you’ll find FOUR HUNDRED gifs of the actor DEV PATEL in THE GREEN KNIGHT (2021). all gifs were made by me from scratch, therefore i’d appreciate if they are not edited, redistributed, added to other gif hunts or claimed as someone elses. if you enjoy or plan on using them, please like or reblog the post. if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee!

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DEV PATEL IN LION

( HERE ) you will find an INCOMPLETE PACK ( #106 ) gifs of DEV PATEL as SAROO in LION. all gifs were made from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes, please like/reblog if you find them useful. thank you! following quotev's decision to remove groups i have no further inspiration to finish this pack so it will remain incomplete.

TW : food.

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dev patel as deon wilson in chappie (2015)

pt. 1 pt. 2

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Don’t forget about me

Pairing: Kid (Dev Patel) x Female reader

Warnings: Tears, blood and injuries, angst and a lot of smut

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Word count: 1,897

CRASH! That’s the sound u heard that awoke u from your sleep. It was a hot summer night. The only sound in your room was an old fan running at the highest setting and the crickets from outside. You turn to the window, shocked to see your nightstand chaotic with all your belongings knocked over, the window wide open, and you look to the floor to see Kid sitting under the window, panting and holding his side. “did I wake you?” He said through quick breaths. His eye closed from sweat getting in, and his other eye squinting at you. You looked at kid's hand clutching his side, realizing he was bleeding. “Oh my god, what happened?” you said, discarding your thin bed sheets, running over to the window, closing it, and pulling the curtain forward, squatting next to him to meet his eyes on the floor. You grabbed his face, looking for any more bruises out of the ordinary from what he would usually get in a fight. He had a slight cut above his eye and a bruise on his arm, but the worst was the cut on his side. At least you prayed it was just a cut. You quickly put your arm under him to lift him “quickly to the bathroom.” as he rose, he grunted.

“I’m assuming you did more than just fight tonight,” you said, focusing more on the needle penetrating his skin with the thread to close the open gage on his side. Cause him to grunt in pain and take a breath. Kid was leaning on the sink now with his shirt removed and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips with his damp hair covering his face, peering down at you. Your curls were pulled back, and all you had on was an oversized t-shirt. “I think I’m getting closer to finding him,” he said, his voice deep but calm. You finished sewing him up. “You're not even close to him yet, and you're already hurt. This can only end worse,” you said, looking him in the eye. You knew his situation, you knew who he was talking about, and you hated that his heart was this unsettled, but you couldn’t blame him. “Take a shower. It’s too late at night for you to go home, and seeing how you came through my window and not the front door, I’m assuming you're not safe,” you said, looking him in the eye and his deep brown eyes they held so much emotion and thoughts you knew he was exhausted.

You were in your bed, the hot air sticking to you. You recounted how you got here and met the Kid. You were conducting a research study on poverty and culture. The affects it has on different marginalized countries. That’s how you ended up in India. You meet Kid because you were snooping in places you weren’t supposed to be. You asked questions to some dangerous men. Kid who was secretly stalking you because he watched everyone in the community, he came in and saved you. Ever since he’s been in contact with you (it’s been three months, and you have one more month left), you felt the bed dip beside you.

Taking your eyes off the beige wall of peeling paint, you turned to see a kid in bed lying on his back, his hair wet from the shower. He didn’t have a shirt, a patch adorned his stitches, and he wore a pair of shorts you washed the last time he came over from one of his excursions . His eyes were glossy and heavy and slowly turned to you. “I have to do this. He didn’t even know her name.” His voice was heavy. You turned to place your hands on his face, your thumb caressing his cheek as the tears fell from his face.” “You’re gonna let this consume you, and I’m afraid of how this will end,” I whispered. He looked at you, his eyes saying everything. If I asked him not to hunt down the man who changed his life for the worse, he would have felt torn. I knew the idea of not getting revenge was too strong over choosing me. I let out a deep sigh, holding back my tears. “This will be our last night like this,” you said, your voice dry. You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes. Kid's eyes became heavy, his body rigid. He softly shook his head. No, he knew what you meant by it being our last night. You leaned over, slowly adjusting to the thick air. Your nose met his nose as we kissed. A deep sigh was released from him. He drew the kiss as he rose from the bed, placing his hand on your thigh, gripping your thigh. You let out a gasp. You could feel the textures of his scared palms on your skin and how rough and warm they felt on your skin, taking mental notes of how that felt cause you knew you wouldn’t be feeling this forever.

I kissed him harder before pulling away. “you gotta be careful; you still hurt.” Before I could even regain my breath, he was kissing me again roughly, causing me to whimper. He kissed me as though he knew the moment couldn’t last forever. I felt like I saw stars from how great the kiss felt. “ lay down,” you said softly. Kid looked at you. He lay back down on his back, Kid, usually quiet, but you could tell he was lost for words. You rose off of the bed a little bit to remove your panties as you sling your legs over his waist. You sat on top of his lap, and you felt his hands slowly move from the side of your thighs to grabbing your waist.

You slowly started to move on his lap, your core rubbing up against his clothed member, causing him to moan.” Shit,” he said, his voice dry. You're where grinding on him at a steady pace, trying not to to hurt him. You could feel his member growing hard with his shorts and you becoming wetter. You grabbed his chin to have him look him in your eyes as you leaning over him so you lips caressed his. His mouth opened softly, panting from the feeling you were stirring up within him. You started to move your hips faster. “ promise me you’ll be safe. You said, your lips touching his as he let out soft moans. “Okay, yes, okay,” he said, moaning, looking me in my eyes. “ when this is done, you come to me, okay? You know where I’ll be,” you said, looking deep into his eyes, knowing he understood exactly what you meant.” he nodded yes, breathing deeply. He grabbed you and flipped you on your back now on the mattress. His eyes darkened, and his body glistened with sweat. “okay,” he said before he grabbed the bottom of your shirt and removed it from you. He disregarded his pants. He lowered his head to her neck. His teeth lightly grazed your skin before he nipped at your spot, causing you to moan. As he teased the spot on your neck, moans slipped from your mouth. He started to work his way slowly down his body, leaving bites and kisses on the way down your body, leaving you to shiver as his warm

Lips touched your body you felt the breeze from the fan was in your room take away his warm kisses. Before you knew it, the kid had your legs open, and his hands wrapped around your leg. You gasped moan as you felt him drag his teeth down your inner thigh, kissing and licking your inner thigh. The sting causes you to gasp in surprise from pain, followed by pleasure. You realized he was leaving a hickie on your inner thigh. Uuuh, you said, putting your fingers in his hair near the nape of his neck. “Don’t you forget about me,” he said in a deep voice. Before you could respond, he was blowing on your clit before he went in for a kiss on your clit, causing your body to rise off the bed. You felt his tounge circle your clit back and forth back and forth at a fast pace.was he? Was he making out with your clit? “Please, please, you cried out as he started to suck on your clit. You could feel yourself becoming wet, pooling around his mouth and dripping down your legs. You started to move your hip, subconsciously gripping the sheets. You were panting. No words were coming out. The only sound to be heard was a Kid grunting and your panting, and the sound of the silver fan running in the room. You could feel your breath begin to form in your stomach. “dont stop,” you said, loving this feeling of a tear forming in your eye. “Please, you croaked.”’you could feel Kid doing everything, licking, kissing, penetrating you with his tongue. You were unraveling so fast. The feeling finally hit you, causing you to moan. You felt the release, and your head was dizzy. The air was thick—you were trying to gain your breath. Kid moved back up to your face and kissed your nose. “I’ll find you again, I promise he said, looking into your tear-stained eyes. He entered you without a second thought, looking you in your eyes cause tear-stained eyes were now blurred, and you rolled them at the feeling of him interning you. He grabbed your one leg and brought it to his hip. His hip was now controlling the pace going in you at a steady pace; you were kissing your mind. “Come for me again, okay he said,” as his pace became more demanding. My moan became louder, his eyes not leaving my mind as his face fell into

My face. I love you, Kid said, his brown eyes holding so many emotions. Promise me you’ll still want me, he said as he went faster. The feeling of his warmth inside of me made me bite my lip and moan, his hips moving at a faster pace. He wrapped my leg in his

Waist as his finger played with my clit he started to Let out a slow moan, “Say it,” causing me to gasp, clasping onto his arm. “I love you I said, strained, focusing on this feeling. My body had this sensation that I knew wouldn’t last forever, but I wish it could last a lifetime. As he’s playing with my clit and his hips are moving, I can feel his movements becoming erratic. He let out low grunts. “Shit,” I said, that feeling turning in my stomach agin my legs started to shake “im finna cum” I said, and he grunted in agreement. The feeling was powerful. The air was thick, and our moans were in sync. We both were coming at the same time. I wrapped my leg around kid and brought him

Closer to me, he came within me. I felt the warmth of him within me. He was panting, eyes big, looking at what we had just done. He removed his still-swollen member from me

Seeing both of our juices together inside

I am now pooling on the bed. “Now I have to

Come back to you,” he said, sitting on the bed and looking me in the eyes.

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Misery Loves its Company as a Netflix Series

While shooting the latest episode of their ghost-hunting docuseries, cameraman Clancy Jarvis gets trapped in a haunted mansion in Dulvey, Louisiana by the crazy family that lived there. While trying to survive the whole ordeal, he ends up piquing the interest of a genius sociopath whose goal flip-flops from killing Clancy to keeping him alive in there with him as his captive companion. Starring: Dev Patel as Clancy Jarvis, and Richard Gadd as Lucas Baker

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*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          mw fcs & personality types maybe ? this looks so good !

first of all : love you sweat ! i will point you towards 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 meaty mw fc list, bc many good points were made. but ! i'll also take this moment to self advocate and some will b repeats ... i would go absolutely feral for ella purnell ( duh ), laura harrier, jessica chastain, avan jogia, ben barnes, zion moreno, cillian murphy, blanca padilla, oscar isaac, margot robbie, tom hardy, alexa demie, riz ahmed, samara weaving, zendaya, tom holland, mimi keene, logan lerman, adelaide kane, victoria pedretti, andrew garfield, penelope cruz, emma mackey, charles melton, bill skarsgard, adam dimarco, medalion rahimi, natasha liu bordizzo, dua lipa, archie renaux, robert pattinson, freida pinto, florence pugh, dev patel, jessica alexander, oliver jackson cohen, halston sage, kiowa gordon, lily james, madelaine petsch, jordan connor, hande ercel, phoebe tonkin, nick robinson, savannah lee smith, emily alyn lynd, henry golding, rachel zegler, josh heuston, paul mescal ( i actually can't talk about it... ), daisy edgar jones, rami malek, lily rose depp, aron piper, adria arjona, olivia cooke, and that's just off the dome... now as for personality or character types ? why don't you go ahead & read more for some that have come to me ;)

any and all of the bunnies of mona awad's bunny - pretentious and beautiful budding literary icons , diehard devotees of "the aesthetic" ( or part of a cult most likely )

local carmy ? brilliant , celebrated , seemingly stuck in devo due to some unfortunate emotional ( or physical ) ties - maybe managing the diner or cheffin' it up at the whaler

ex - sea captain who is now devoted to hunting for treasure - both geocache and pirate style . some townspeople think they've lost the plot but others have noticed they really have a knack for this . obviously , quite the casanova

a well liked ghost therapist . came to town years ago as a ' spiritualist ' / more of a lowkey con artist medium but really came into their own in this environment

the seraphic matchmaker , wholesome , in love w love , just wants everyone to be happy , strikes gold every time to the point it is giving witchcraft , world's best and most in demand bridesmaid as a result !

charming and charismatic town official , great at drawing in a crowd and overseeing all the best local events . old money ( as much as you can be in this town , bc their family has always been here ) so obviously corrupt w very questionable morals

THE barber who does put everything you say in their chair on blast via their town meme page / finsta but customers stay loyal bc the only competition has a much darker reputation ( plot twist : and they were roommates ! )

ofc , new in towns / tourists with shady motives , to keep the locals on their toes

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ok fine official introductory of anda

AGoT OC: Andaren Sparr

FC: Dev Patel in The Green Knight

Andaren Sparr, known as Arroko na Lua, was born in the year 280 AC amidst the chaos of Meereen. His mother was a bed-slave carefully bought from Yunkai; a ghiscari woman by birth. Andaren was born ten minutes before his twin sister, Naraqua Lua. His early years were filled with turmoil, living in the shadow of his mother’s master for nigh on five years. In 284 AC, Namezzi Lua, their mother, fell ill with an infectious disease. The illness took her quickly, and upon her death, Andaren and his sister were thrown out into the streets to be sold again. They were rotated into the slave markets for months until Naraqua was bought for the fighting pits, leaving Andaren alone to be sold again. In 285 AC, he was bought by a Westerosi man by the name of Eliar Sparr, who had been gallivanting around Essos for the last two years.

Taking pity on the little boy, he bought him and took him aboard his ship back east, officially adopting him as his son and renaming him. Eliar, who had been a friend to Eddard Stark during the rebellion, returned with Andaren to Winterfell, where they set up in a little home above the armory. There, Andaren learned to fight, hunt and ride, shaping him into a resourceful boy despite his lineage. It was here that Andaren became fast and close friends with Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell. They were nigh on inseparable. Wherever Jon was, Andaren was there too, always by his side.

In 298 AC, King Robert Baratheon I visits Winterfell to ask Eddard to be his hand. A fortnight into their visit, Eliar Sparr is found in the woods during a hunt. The sight of him sends Robert into a rage, for during the rebellion, Eliar had been charged with hunting down and killing Queen Rhaella Targaryen and her small children. However, Eliar could not bring himself to kill them, and abandoned his mission in Essos after chasing them that far. He returned to Winterfell in hopes that Robert would never find him there, but that was where his folly began. In the eve of that day, Eliar was beheaded in the yard of Winterfell by Eddard Stark for his treason, leaving Andaren orphaned once more. In his grief, Jon suggests that he comes with him to the Wall, to truly become his brother. Agreeing, Andaren becomes a black brother, fledging into a ranger of great skill.

Some little facts about Anda.

Anda is left handed. His hand is always stained with ink or charcoal on the side from writing/drawing.

He keeps a journal, documenting the little things in his life. He has done this since he was a boy first learning to read and write the common tongue.

Anda is afraid of horses.

He loves collecting little trinkets such as metal scraps, feathers, leaves and rocks. He is truly a crow.

Anda is a formidable swordsmen and fights—much to the dismay of others—without armor.

During the Great Ranging, Anda comes across a Shadowcat kitten whose mother was poached. He raises her to be his constant companion.

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Monkey Man

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𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄! — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐: +334 gifs of DEV PATEL in the movie MONKEY MAN (2024) have been added to the source link, making it a total of ( #478 gifs ) /  dev patel is a british actor of gujarati indian descent and was born in 1990. all of the gifs were made by me from scratch, so do not redistribute them or claim as your own. if you enjoyed them, a like or reblog would be very appreciated. if you consider buying me a coffee, i'd be very happy as well!

cw: blood, fighting, crying, explicit violence, injuries, partial nudity, guns, flashing/neon lights.

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DEV PATEL IN MONKEY MAN

( HERE ) you will find PART ONE ( #324 ) gifs of DEV PATEL as KID in MONKEY MAN. all gifs were made from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes, please like/reblog if you find them useful. thank you!

TW : violence and fighting, blood, injuries, burns, weapons, flashing lights.

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dev patel as anwar kharral in skins s1 (2007-2008)

pt.1 pt.2

formatting for this one looks awful i apologize

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SPOOKY TIME MUSES. these muses are only around for the spooky season, which means they are for request only. if i will keep them after is undecided. maybe if they get a decent response.

( jonathan bailey fc ) valeri glass. a witch and practitioner of dark magick. val is the last member of his bloodline that remains living, and the last practitioner of his family's magick, after they are hunted down one by one. today, he does his best to keep himself unnoticed in the shadows, while finding a way to use his family's powers for good. [ versatile. would prefer to bottom. ]

( dev patel fc ) william gray. a lone vampire. turned in the 1800s by a vampire as he lay dying in a field hospital in british india. he spent the first years of his immortal life in bliss as his lover showered him in luxury, pleasure, and love. was left to his own devices sometime in the 1910s after his lover was hunted down and killed. living nowadays as a ghost writer and bookshop owner. still definitely seeking blood and sex. [ bottom. ]

( patrick gibson fc ) pygmalion. a modern prometheus. pygmalion's first memory when he woke up was the cold slab of a laboratory, and the sight of his body build like a patchwork. he could also remember the utterance of his name-- pygmalion, from the lips of his creator. the next one after that? locked inside a cold and airless concrete box, missing the touch of the man who brought him into this world. now alone, pygmalion wanders the world with both the wonder of a child and the wariness of an animal. but deep inside he still seeks the warmth he used to know. [ versatile. ]

( alfonso herrera fc ) alan soriano. a priest turned demon hunter. after a failed exorcism that cost the lives of nearly a hundred people ( including him, if you really knew what happened ), alan has effectively turned away from the holy mission to seek something even worse ... and more important. something changed in him after that incident, and he aims to ensure that it will never happen again. but most of the time he just spends his days drinking and fucking. [ versatile. prefers to top. ]

( thomas doherty fc ) ignatius saint. a demon child. if you are to imagine a child born from a ritualistic sacrifice wrought upon by a wish of riches and immortalization, would you ever imagine it to be something beautiful? something that would lure you with a wink or seductive smile, of a hungry purr that you cannot deny? something which you would risk even your life just to taste? ignatius promises he isn't bad. but he also knows he isn't human ... and men are just so fucking easy to break. [ versatile. ]

( pablo schreiber fc ) stingy jack. cursed conman and the spirit of halloween. before, he dealt with the dead and spirits, trapped in the endless halls of the prison made by the devil himself. before, he begged to see the light of their lanterns, guiding him back even just for a little while. but people learned to butcher their traditions and coat it in sugar and chocolate. and he learned to weaken the shackles of his prison. and they stopped believing in the sacrality of their dead, replaced by pleasing him. [ top. ]

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mw fcs??

aqui vai uma listinha linda e cheia de potencial de faceclaims que a gente adoraria ver desfilando pelos salões diplomáticos de selka

mason alexander park, hunter page-lochard, ruru madrid, thuso mbedu, win metawin, bright vachirawit, kelvin harrison jr, baifern pimchanok, sheila atim, khosi ngema, omar sy, emma d'arcy, quintessa swindell, dua saleh, poppy liu, asia kate dillon, lizeth selene, emma corrin, janelle monae, yaya dacosta, liv hewson, celeste o'connor, zion moreno, aj clementine, jessie mei li, serena motola, mimi keene, nana komatsu, davika hoorne, chase sui wonders, maia reficco, chandler kinney, zaria simone, ayo edebiri, lola tung, anya chalotra, maggie q, benjamin bratt, jaz sinclair, laura harrier, zendaya, courtney eaton, hunter schafer, jessica henwick, medalion rahimi, simone ashley, khadijha red thunder, zion moreno, amita suman, olivia cooke, ella purnell, yasmin finney, rachel zegler, bruna marquezine, taylor russell, alisha boe, antonia gentry, ashley moore, naomi scott, natasha liu bordizzo, melis sezen, hande ercel, aslihan malbora, havana rose liu, amy adams, jessica alexander, grace van dien, danielle rose russell, sarah snook, adria arjona, ayo edebiri, bahar sahin, jasmin savoy brown, anne hathaway, michelle yeoh, anya taylor-joy, lucy liu, viola davis, ming na wen, sandra oh, gemma chan, maddie phillips, park sooyoung, jamie chung, tati gabrielle, sydney park, hoyeon jung, brittany o'grady, lily gladstone, savannah lee smith, nicola coughlan, greta onieogou, kylie verzosa, moon gayoung, madeleine madden, ni ni, alba flores, gugu mbatha raw, adeline rudolph, cierra ramirez, kiki layne, ryan destiny, zoey luna, lovie simone, blu hunt, park sooyoung, im jinah, samantha logan, tessa thompson, mint ranchwaree, yara shahidi, zorzo natharuetai, sobhita dhulipala, mookda narinrak, namtan tipnaree, nychaa nuttanicha, pat chayanit, nadine lustre, wawwa nicha, maris racal, ayca aysin turan, may calamawy, megan suri, banita sandhu, priscilla quintana, brianne tju, melis pamuk, camila mendes, demet ozdemir, sophia ali, bree kish, maddison bailey, jeremy allen white, drew starkey, tamino amir, mena massoud, archie renaux, evan mock, dev patel, taylor zakhar perez, tommy martinez, maxence danet fauvel, rege jean page, kiowa gordon, d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, derek luh, apo nattawin, tom blyth, freddy carter, deniz can aktas, emre bey, ilhan sen, josh o'connor, mike faist, joseph quinn, manny jacinto, callum turner, alex landi, barry keoughan, paul mescal, rami malek, simone baldasseroni, woo do hwan, yahya abdul mateen ii, mason gooding, cody christian, michael evans behling, jordan gonzalez, drew ray tanner, ito hideaki, peter gadiot, gong yoo, michael b jordan, hugh dancy, ben whishaw, swann arlaud, froy gutierrez, alex meraz, emilio sakraya, rahul kohli, oscar isaac, peter gadiot, jonathan daviss, danny ramirez, kento yamazaki, omar sy, cillian murphy, oliver jackson-cohen, brian michael smith, idris elba, william jackson harper e lewis tan.

se quiser, posso montar uma masterlist estética por país ou sugerir fcs pra personagens específicos, é só dizer

[lcviathans]

( dev patel . agender . they/them ) — blasting so real by jeff buckley down main street we’ve spotted kiran ekansh sheth sporting a forever wrinkled button - down, sleeves rolled to their elbows; skewed spectacles from a few too many broken noses; and their old, yet hardy wooden cane. the thirty four year old werewolf who’s been in town for twenty seven years often can be seen flipping through the pages of a well - loved book, repairing old radios and watches and anything mechanical they can get their hands on, stitching up their own wounds with a surgeon's precision, leaning against the railing of their balcony - a warm cup of tea in hand, spending the day after a transformation in bed and in pain, or working as a family physician at portum general. people say they display courteous and ambivalent traits, but we rather trust their vibes: lavender deep set beneath the eyes and a tiredness that stretches muscle and rips flesh, voice hoarse from screaming with no mouth; calling out to the moon only to be met with chilling silence, legs that cannot run fast enough from her eternal chase; coffee so sweet it might as well be bitter, nose scrunching with every reluctant sip; ill - fitting jackets that poke more holes than worth mending, limbs forever too long; flinching away from fire as if the warmth hurts, as if it's unknown, undiscovered. also, we’ve heard they love earl grey tea ! aren’t they fascinating ?

content warning for mentions of... arson, fire, death, chronic illness ( fibromyalgia & chronic fatigue ), addiction, and injury.

profile.

full name — kiran ekansh sheth.

nickname(s) — really just kes, an acronym of their name.

place of birth — windham, connecticut.

date of birth & age — june 9th, 1990. thirty4.

gender / pronouns — agender, they/them.

orientation — bisexual.

occupation — family physician at portum general. amateur potioneer. awkward bumbling being.

astrology — gemini sun, capricorn moon, libra rising.

kind of being — werewolf.

abilities — monthly transformations, enhanced senses and physical capabilities, empathy through touch & pain transference, telepathy, regeneration ( to an extent ).

residence — a shoe - box studio apartment with tightly squeezed appliances; mostly books without shelves and a half - made mattress in the corner. a rickety old tv that doesn't work half the time, ground littered in clean clothes and medical journals. comforting, but claustrophobic.

interests — hot mugs of hot liquid, whether it's tea or coffee or hot chocolate. just - warmth, as a concept. as a permanent state of being. old radios and phones. reading, from ancient tomes to medical journals to embarrassingly erotic romance novels. cloud - gazing. the stars on a moonless night. sleeping for long periods of time. helping others - especially their patients. the alchemy behind potion - making. the pursuit of knowledge. home, whether it's their apartment or found within other people. snow days. playing fetch. occasionally debating others. big meals, and cooking them. fuzzy blankets and wool socks.

aversions — being reminded that they have a body ( the reminders never stop, how could they? ). walking without their cane; people pitying them because of it. small talk with strangers ( is just so terribly awkward at it ). blind dates that their mother keeps setting them up on. unethical hunting. accidentally starting actual arguments that aren't just like a casual debate. being seen without their clothes, beneath all those layers. wildfire.

quirks — microdoses wolfsbane to see if it will lessen the extent of their transformations, and thus, their chronic pain ( this does not help ). will insist on washing the dishes after dinner, no matter whose house they're in attendance at. always seems to have overgrown their clothes, limbs too lanky to ever fit right. is constantly taking their glasses off and cleaning them, even with a speck of dust.

most played — so real by jeff buckley ( get help ).

notable features — inky black curls that they're at constant war with, cut by their own blunt - blade scissors. a strong nose that no longer sits straight, glasses constantly askew. prickly stubble that remains no matter how meticulous their facial hair is kept.

general disposition — intimidatingly tall if not for their trembling hands and gravelly smile, nothing but warmth beneath their gaze. comforting and familiar.

character study — harvey ( stardew valley ) & remus lupin ( that one book ).

background.

kiran was born in connecticut, but their memories of the state are dense, clouded - hidden away somewhere deep in their mind. unwilling to be open. they can't remember their faces - but there's the vague idea of two parents, two siblings; of being adoringly in the middle. of happiness.

arson, fire, death; they're five, or six - maybe - when it happens. their family home ablaze; consuming everything in its path, everything in sight. it's a sick miracle; but kiran makes it out alive while the rest of their family burns. they're a product of the foster system from there on. group home to group home, never fitting in with the other kids - shying away from their touches, too afraid to be seen.

injury mention; despite their quiet, withdrawn nature; by the time kes is seven, they're taken from their last group home and placed with the sheth family in portum. they don't mind that they barely speak, that their skin is adorned with scars, that they howl at the moon. they howl too. it's the first semblance of love that kiran feels after the death of their family, but it takes time until they're ready to accept it. they fight it, at first; unaccustomed to it, expecting to be sent back once they realize how fucked up they are. it doesn't happen, they don't give up. by twelve, kes is officially adopted by them.

injury mention; despite being loved; kes is still angry - angry at the world, for the answers they never got for their family's deaths - mysterious circumstances at best. they fight with the neighborhood kids and act out in class - speak back to their parents; attempt to run away, once, only to realize there's nowhere else for them to go. teenhood is years of broken bones and swollen skin that only worsen as puberty hits and they begin their transformations. it hurts; more than it hurts the others.

eventually kiran recedes into themselves; their fire isn't extinguished, but exhausted. the transformations take all of their energy from them, saps it away; days afterwards spent in recovery. they turn to books, searching for answers. medical journals and historical tomes, books on lycanthropy and on chronic illnesses. their desperation follows into adulthood, and before kes knows it - they're going through medical school.

chronic illness; somewhere along the way, kes is diagnosed with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome; their flare - ups stemming from their first transformation and only worsening with wear and tear. with the recognition comes treatments that don't work, and questions onto why. some days are tolerable - but twice as many are unbearable.

addiction implied; with time comes acceptance, though it doesn't become any easier; kes merely learns to survive as they are. they fear the moon, and what it brings; but there's a village behind them - a family that cares. they try to let it be enough; but when it isn't, they turn to anything that'll relieve the pain. it's just survival - that's all. they're just learning how to survive.

details.

somewhere along the way; the fire within kes crackled out and instead turned into a bundle of anxious nerves. no longer are the days of playground fights; but it was a gradual change - not entirely unexpected. they're quieter, now; friendly. most have forgotten what they were like in childhood.

they regularly go by kes, an acronym of their initials. going by kiran isn't unheard of, but they only really expect their family to call them by it.

fire, injury; kes was left with substantial burn scars from their childhood house fire. they keep them hidden beneath their clothes; it's rare to see them willingly expose them. it's a point of insecurity for them; they prefer to keep the lights off.

they regularly walk with a cane; the same one they've had for years now. sturdy, durable - it's a plain wood, nothing special except for a brass knob.

a part of kes dislikes being a werewolf; they've long accepted their chronic illness, the weeks and months of flare - ups, but sometimes they think about what life would've been like for them if they had never transformed. would they still be angry - would they still have fight to them? but another part of kes knows that it's the very reason why they became a doctor, why they kept going.

has a tendency to fixate on their fields of study, whether it's repairing old technology or doing medical research in their spare time; or their constant pursuit for a cure - all. they enjoy learning, love listening to others. an introvert - but they will occasionally ramble if given the opportunity.

tends to be wary of strangers, or just people they don't know very well. will still be cordial, or even strike up a conversation if it suits them - but the wariness remains, remnants of their year spent in foster care. they don't trust easily.

on the other hand - they're endlessly loyal to those who've stuck by them since childhood. treasures their friends deeply, would probably die for them despite the stress they constantly induce.

tends to run more neutral - doesn't care for taking sides, though is naturally biased towards his friends and generally tolerates their shit more than anyone else. patience can wane a little thin towards others. tries to end arguments, not start them.

a lover at heart; they've had far and few relationships - but the ones they've had, were long - term in nature. they don't generally fair well in flings or hookups, feeling too awkward to pursue them - too insecure about the scars beneath their clothes, and it takes time to build their trust. sometimes gets hung up on the past. their mom sets them up on blind dates on occasion, which kes will always oblige just to satisfy her, but there's rarely a second date.