#friendship bracelets are from freelancer

[venuslove-28]

hand hcs for damn crew

[traumawhomst]

So Vampires, I won’t lie I love a platonic yandere vampire sire so much.

(1,250 words)

He sees you at your minimum wage job and at first just brushes you off as just another boring human. Then he notices the colors on your bracelet, school colors for a very expensive and exclusive school, a few (human) businesses partners he knew sent their children to that school and none of them worked for minimum wage on their free time. Between the bracelet, the callouses on your hands, and the way your eyes seemed dark and sunken, he knew everything. He left without much thought, telling himself that he didn’t care about some random human and their poor tragic life.

He told himself it was just curiosity when he looked up the current class list, (you can find anything with enough time and money) and found your name. Even in just the school photos you stuck out like a sore thumb, a wildflower in an otherwise perfectly manicured garden. A little further digging revealed you were an amazing student, even if your grades weren’t always perfect. You clearly had talent and a strong work ethic.

It’s just curiosity that makes him dig further, finding your admissions essay, in his office, finding himself smiling at some points, quietly charmed by your choice of words and styling of your essay. It had been a risk that had clearly paid off. He liked those willing to take risks, reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He might as well look further, finding your freelance writing which he poured over in chronological order a growing sense of pride in your progress over the years. Finding your work made him stumble upon your personal life.

Family, but not close, which seemed to be the theme for everyone in it. Did they know about your accomplishments? Did they even care?

He’s not very surprised when he follows you home and sees you living in a studio in an apartment with paper walls, living on a diet of instant noodles and whatever soda was cheapest for that week. How could you study living like this? You seemed to only ever work or study, taking every shift you could just to make enough to afford something a little filling than instant noodles. Surely you’re not at your best, he can’t help but wonder what you could produce given proper resources.

His colleagues laugh when he defends it all as just curiosity, and he decides to approach you in person to finally get over this little, inquiry to rest.

But you look so tired when you smile at him, you’re trying so hard to maintain the smile and he’s wondering when the last time you smiled and he realizes then, as he nods along to your explanation about whatever item he picked up, that he hadn’t seen you smile once in a week of watching you.

He could smell your blood and did his best to hide the scrunching of his nose. Wildly anemic and deficient in every vitamin and mineral that a human needed to stay upright. It set him on edge, wondering about the strain on your body it must have. Humans were so fragile already, how long could you live like this?

The thought of you dying sent a bolt of panic through him. You were young, talented, and hardworking you deserved time to flourish and grow.

It would take a few months for all the necessary paperwork to be complete and in that time he slowly builds a sort of friendship with you.

On your end an older man, (whose eye color you could never remember) started to come in at least once a week. He was sweet in a way you hadn’t expected, happy to talk about any book he or you had brought. That’s when you really noticed him, when he came in holding your favorite book. He hadn’t read it yet, and was happy to hear your small preview and talk about the major themes in it. He always managed to come in when it was slow and for some reason no one ever approached you when you two talked.

He’d said he owned a bookstore, (more than one you imagined from the amount of first editions he causally walked around with) but was visiting here for business. He told you that when you refused to take one of his very expensive first edition he tried to give you. He only relented when you explained that your apartment was rather damp and you knew that it would only degrade the book over time. Next week he showed up with the newest edition, and refused to leave with it. Really you’re doing him a favor, he’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

He wasn’t scary either, he always had this air about him that was calming. Something that made you relax and trust him, and in the few months you met him he’d never done anything make you doubt your trust in him.

He’d brought you a book to read with an immortal character in it, and asked what you’d ever take the chance if offered. The thought of being stuck in your life forever or any life really made you sick to your stomach. No you’d rather accept that your life would be finite and told him you thought life would be meaningless if you were immortal.

And for the first time, something new quickly twitch across his face. Anger? Disappointment? After months of friendly banter and discussion it was almost a slap in the face of the reality of it all. You didn’t know him, or his motives. The look only lasts a moment, before shifting to his pleasant neutral again, but you still saw it. You pretended for the rest of the conversation until he leaves. You request to a new work schedule when you finished for the day.

He on the other hand was practically spinning about it. He should have been ready for this short of answer, but he wasn’t. He’d had the conversation played a million times in his head, and you always agreed on it being a gift. He rationalized that you simply couldn’t understand it, given time you could be persuaded to see differently.

He showed up, ready to talk with you only to find out (through a heavy layer of compulsion) that you’d changed your hours to avoid Him. Time to move forward with the plan it seemed.

He found you one late night as you walked to your apartment and something about him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand-up.

He offered to walk you home, and you finally put your foot down and told him to leave you alone, as politely as you could muster. But you couldn’t seem to actually speak any of the words. What were you trying to say again?

He happily chatters on about how excited he is to show you your home, one arm around you steering you to some place you didn’t recognize. But every time you tried to say something you’d forget a little more of what was going on.

He didn’t really want it to do it this way, he told himself as he guides you in the deep state of compulsion you’re in. He wanted to win you over with the idea, to gladly accept his offer, to see it as the gift it was. But he could also admit to himself watching you try and fight the compulsion and fail, it was adorable to see the stubbornness that you had, it’d serve you well in your new life.

[sherewrytes]

ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 ℂ𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼

Gym Bro Satoru x Tom boy black reader

Synopsis: You met Satoru at your apartment complex's gym

It was a typical evening at the apartment complex's gym. You had decided to squeeze in a quick workout before dinner, hoping to burn off some stress from the day. As you approached the treadmill, you noticed someone already on it, running at a steady pace.

"Hey there," a voice greeted you, pulling your attention away from your thoughts.

You looked over to see a guy with a friendly smile, his white hair swept to the side and laced with sweat. He had a calm, inviting presence about him.

"Hey," you replied, offering a small smile in return as you stepped onto the treadmill beside him.

Satoru was eyeing you up next to him thinking "Damn, who's that?" he thought, his gaze lingering on your figure. Your confidence exuded as you warmed up on the treadmill next to him.

The way your black tank top hugged your curves, and your loc'd hair was pulled back into a ponytail and dyed red and the ends. It was like you were the only person in the room, and everything else faded into the background.

As you both continued your workouts, you found yourselves falling into an easy conversation. Satoru talked about his job as a freelance software engineer, and you shared stories from your own work as a graphic designer/ creative director.

Despite your different backgrounds, you found common ground in your love for fitness and shared interests.

Time flew by as you ran side by side, exchanging laughs and smiles. Before you knew it, your workouts were over, but the conversation continued as you cooled down.

"So, same time tomorrow?" Satoru asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You grinned. "Definitely. It's nice to have a gym buddy."

The next day, you met Satoru at the gym again, and the day after that, and the day after that. Before long, your daily gym sessions became the highlight of your routine.

Outside the gym, your friendship blossomed. You grabbed post-workout smoothies together, went on evening jogs around the neighborhood, and even teamed up for the occasional Brazilian Ju Jitsu class.

Satoru found himself being more attracted to you the more time you guys spent together outside of the gym.

One day, as you were finishing up a particularly grueling workout, (one that Satoru crafted for you to get a more toned back and waist) Satoru looked over at you with a grin.

"Hey Ma, my friends are coming over to my apartment tonight wanna come over and hang with us."

"Sure, I'd love to," you replied, flashing him a smile. "I could use a break from all this sweating."

Satoru laughed, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Great! It'll be fun, I promise."

Later that evening, you found yourself standing outside Satoru's apartment, nervously adjusting your casual fit. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, revealing Satoru with a wide grin on his face. "Hey, you made it!" You eyed Satoru up and down. He was wearing a black fitted vest with a gold chain and matching bracelet paired with grey sweatpants. He looked good you thought. Satoru caught you checking him out and smirked. He opened the door wider for you to walk in the apartment.

Satoru really loved your lil fit, he knew from you both always texting and talking that you were a bit insecure about your more tom boy side, but he always assured you that you looked damn good. You stepped inside, greeted by the cozy atmosphere of Satoru's apartment. Shoko, Geto, and Nanami were already there, lounging on the couch and chatting animatedly.

"Hey guys, this is y/n," Satoru introduced you, gesturing towards you. "She's my gym buddy."

"Nice to meet you," Shoko said with a smile, while Nanami nodded in greeting. Geto being the messy best friend of Satoru's piped up and said "Oh she's the baddie you won't stop yappin' about." Satoru's eyes cut to you then Geto.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks at Geto's comment, but Satoru's reaction made your heart skip a beat. His eyes flickered to you, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in them.

Gojo hid his face a lil then said "Geto wtf man forreal. but yah that's y/n" he said, his tone teasing. "She's the one who's been kicking my butt at the gym."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Please, you're the one who's been pushing me to lift heavier weights."

Shoko chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, it's nice to finally meet the infamous gym buddy. Satoru hasn't stopped talking about you."

Satoru's cheeks tinted pink at Shoko's words, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was clear that his friends meant a lot to him, and you felt honored to be a part of this moment.

Geto nudged Satoru with an elbow, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Looks like you've got yourself a crush, bro."

Satoru's blush deepened, and he shot Geto a mock glare. "Shut up, man," he said with an amused tone, while he playfully shoved Geto.

Nanami, ever the voice of reason, simply nodded in agreement. "You two seem to get along well. It's nice to see."

The rest of the evening flew by in a blur of laughter and conversation. You found yourself fitting in seamlessly with Satoru's friends, sharing stories and inside jokes as if you'd known each other for years.

As the night came to a close, Satoru walked you to your door, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks for coming, i know the invite as kinda last minute" he said, his voice warm with sincerity.

You grinned up at him. "Thanks for inviting me. I had a great time."

Satoru hesitated for a moment before leaning in to give you a quick hug, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the contact, a rush of warmth spreading through you. You felt his body pressed against yours, the light scent of cologne and Geto's cigarette smoke on his shirt.

"Let's do this again sometime," he said, pulling back to look at you with a smile.

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. "Definitely."

As you walked inside your apartment, the memory of Satoru's hug lingered in your mind, sending shivers down your spine. The air felt charged with anticipation, and you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more.

Thanks for reading. Wrote this in one go. lemme know if you want this to be explored more

[polydamnory]

General Headcanons!

For their birthday, Asher got Darlin one of those joke Hozier shirts (like the ones that say Hozier but just have a bunch of pictures of someone else like Dan from NSP) but instead of pictures of Hozier it has pictures of Sam on it. Darlin found it hilarious and Sam has… mixed opinions on it. For the most part he just insists they don’t wear it outside the house.

Caelum goes to check in on the Applicant (a.k.a. Baby 2.0) and Ivan occasionally - he’s very happy to see their both doing well and he definitely keeps Camelopardalis updated

When Freelancer’s emotions get away from them, or they just get overwhelmed, their psychokinesis acts up a bit, with random little things around them starting to levitate just the slightest bit, similar to how the guys elemental magic acts up when they’re overwhelmed (e.g. Damien accidentally setting things on fire)

When Lovely is feeling down about the loss of their powers and they specifically want to talk to someone about it who they know “gets it,” they always go to Sam (gonna push this Let Lovely Talk To Other Characters Agenda hard)

Sunshine was incredibly kind of terrified intimidated by Aaron first time they met him

Cutie used to be incredibly insecure (they still are, it just used to be way worse) and would constantly be reading their friends minds with the main purpose being to make sure they still liked them

Asher knows all the words to the Monster High Fright Song - trust me he told me himself

Angel keeps sending pictures of dogs and cats fighting/snuggling to David captioned “us <3”

Darlin is straight up AWFUL at remembering names. I’m talking like Fantasy High Kipperlily Copperkettle a.k.a. “Littledoggy Girlcollar” awful (please tell me someone gets this reference)

On that note, I could see a LOT of the shenanigans that happens to The Bad Kids in that show being pretty parallel to the chaos that would ensue if the D.A.M.N. crew played DND

Caelum and Freelancer made themselves and the rest of the D.A.M.N. crew matching friendship bracelets

Sunshine and Elliott also have matching bracelets with little sun and moon motifs

Baaabe has snacks on them at all times - not even for themselves, for Asher

James and Spouse aren’t just childhood friends, they’ve known each other since they were LITTLE little and Spouse was the first person he told when his powers first manifested (going off the assumption that he’s human born based off his imperium audio - he mentions the department “found him” and I doubt they’d have to do that if his family was also empowered, even if he were latent)

[plutobutartsy]

FREELANCER TIME BABY!!! (she/it)

i was struggleing with this design but i finished it finally!! :3

fun fact: turquoise, yellow and pink are all colours that represent friendship <3

bonus: freelancer (exam season)

tag list and ID under the cut

[ID:

Image 1: A stylized drawing of Freelancer. She is depicted as a a thin woman of average height. Her skin is a light brown shade with warm undertone and light freckles covering its face, neck, shoulder and chest. It has dark pink, shoulder length hair that it wears in a side part and with the ends curled up away from its face. She has big hooded eyes that are downturned at the outer corners, with dark circles underneath them and brown eye shadow on the eyelids. Her lips curl up at the outer corners and are painted with a dark brown lipstick. It is wearing a content expression.

She is wearing a dark purple halter top that exposes her belly button as well as dark green cargo pants that sit low on her hips and are slightly rolled up at the bottom. Its black thong straps are also visible. Its shoes are simple white and orange sneakers with purple laces. She is also wearing a dark brown messenger bag that has some pins, a beaded turquoise, yellow and pink charm, and a safety pin attached to it. Additionally she is wearing a lot of gold jewellery: two thin arm bands around her left wrist, an arm cuff that wraps around her left upper arm twice, a septum piercing, an ear cuff on its left ear and a simple flat earring on its right ear, multiple golden hair pins holding back its fringe and a golden pearl necklace. It is also wearing dangly earrings with a turquoise stone that match her second necklace, as well as a yellow, pink and turquoise friendship bracelet with a zigzag pattern around its right wrist.

She is standing with both hands holding onto the strap of her bag and most of her weight shifted on her right leg.

Around the drawing, there is text pointing out smaller details and personal headcanons: "sleeps with rollers in its hair!", "friendship bracelet + bag charm made by Caelum" (over an enlarged drawing of said bracelet and bag charm), "pins are merch from local artists/bands", "safety pin used to close bag since clasp broke", "big tired eyes; partly from sleep deprivation but mostly just look like that naturally", "Bag Content: wallet, 7-eleven receipt, flashcards, notebook x2, note from Gavin, energy drink x3", exclusively wears loose fitting bottoms; most clothes are thrifted", "extensive jewellery collection purchased from flea markets & small businesses".

Image 2: A very simplified doodle of Freelancer wearing a hoodie with the hood covering most of her hair, holding a can in her hand and looking at the viewer with a very disgruntled look and very prominent bags under its eyes. Next to the doodle it says, "energy drink #7 of the day".

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tag list: @oceanicwhitetipshark @febreze-bottle-without-febreze @teaseat @swanconcerto @beemybella @soup-scope (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed <3)

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Can we get a list of redacted headcanons from you

i was reading through the ones you posted and really liked them 🥰

(this is my first time going into somones ask box, even as anon. im nervous lol)

Awww thank you! I'm not going to put the headcanons I made for the fic I'm writing rn (since I dont wanna risk actually spoiling anything) so... here's five headcanons!

Freelancer had their wisdom teeth pulled before Caelum met them, and they were miserable because of the pain and everything else which is why Caelum was assigned to them instead of just anyone else.

Damien can't whistle and it annoys him every day of his life. Every time he tries, he's just blowing air. On the other hand, Huxley can do those sharp two fingered whistles. He learned to do it to help Xavier get the team's attention when everyone wasn't really listening and just talk amongst themselves.

Angel knows the most obscure facts. Like one moment they're playing minecraft and explaining why they like just building things to Davey when out of the blue they go "Did you know that the average human skull's front-to-back measurement is 176 mm for men and 171 mm for women, and the average width is 145 mm for men and 140 mm for women?" And David is just staring at them like "Where the hell did that come from?"

Gavin purposefully misplaces forks so whenever FL is like "WHY CANT I FIND A FORK?" He can pop in and be like "We just finished a round, but if you're looking for a round two I'm right here." (Since Fork sounds like fuck.)

Cam has a charge that he makes friendship bracelets with to help them calm down. They don't remember giving him a friendship bracelet every time he visits, but he does. He has like twenty/thirty friendship bracelets that he wears and switches out on a regular rotation.

[ambrosiafm]

come on, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂, and let the nectar flow! take a load off! — accepted! please familiarize yourself with the guidelines, plot, and lore. join the discord link from the pinned post within 24 hours or your roles will be reopened. welcome to 𝘬𝘦𝘧𝘪, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢, "cherry" homobono jayce ballestero, julian wood, noah flint, nari seok, kimon nightingale, scout sylvan, yasmin zayed, amelia sato, abbey chen, ingrid mimpi, roxanne vatrano, nur cihan. riley hubatka, dina denoire, erika linder, isabel kanaan, brenton thwaites, brandon perea, kang min ah, forrest goodluck, hasan piker, abigail cowen, aisha potter, jessie mei li is now taken.

⧼ isabel kanaan, genderqueer, xe/she/they/he, 32. ⧽ eyes open by taylor swift + empty coffee mugs, eating ice cream in the dead of winter, tracing your fingers in the sand ☼ ”CHERRY” HOMOBONO JAYCE BALLESTERO survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a penetration tester & twitch streamer and are known to be logical & cynical, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF JUVENTAS/ LEGACY OF BOREAS word around town is that they’ve been here for 7 years and A FORMER KIDZ BOP KID, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their packet of tang. [ jove, 26, est, she/they, medical related stuff, pineapple emoji ]

⧼ Brenton Thwaites, cis man, he/his, 31. ⧽ august by Taylor Swift + shadow of an eclipse, cold morning air after a long night, smooth lens of a telescope, a limitless universe, the roman empire. ☼ JULIAN WOOD survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a university professor and are known to be dependable & restless, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF NOX. word around town is that they’ve been here for 3 years and FELL IN A SHADOW COMA FOR SIX YEARS AFTER A FAILED QUEST, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their friendship bracelet. [ pat, 21+, pst, she/her, (self-harm, suicide, major injury, eye/teeth horror, car accidents, drowning) ]

⧼ brandon perea, cis man, he/him, 24. ⧽ bite me by avril lavigne + flowers sold on an empty highway, shaking hands after a fist fight, skateboards and scrapes, wendy wu jumping kick ☼ NOAH FLINT survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a (freelance) florist & gardener and are known to be justice seeking & short tempered, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF PERSEPHONE, LEGACY OF NEMESIS. word around town is that they’ve been here for a day and HAVE BEEN DRIVING AROUND THE CONTINENTAL US FOR TWO YEARS, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their sheers. [ kyle, 25+, hst, he/him, sa, suicide, gore, 9/11 ]

⧼ kang min ah, cis woman, she/her, 25. ⧽ foolish one by taylor swift + RIBBONS IN HER HAIR, MULTIPLE KINDS OF SWEETS HIDDEN WHERE ONE WOULD LESS EXPECT THEM, TWIRLING IN A DRESS, WORKING ON A NEW PAINTING UNTIL SUNLIGHT, OVER-SIZED JUMPERS. ☼ NARI SEOK survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a visual artist & bank teller and are known to be cheerful & naive, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF IRIS. word around town is that they’ve been here for almost 3 years and her parents thought she was dead for at least a couple of years, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their ribbons in her hair or tied around her wrist. [ mia, 27, cst, she/her, suicide & s.a ]

⧼ forrest goodluck, cis man, he/him, 25. ⧽ welcome to the machine by pink floyd + dark circles under his eyes, drumming fingers on absolutely everything, the sound of snoring. ☼ KIMON NIGHTINGALE survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a unemployed / disabled, but has various projects at any given time and are known to be compassionate & easily overwhelmed, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF HYPNOS. word around town is that they’ve been here for two months and HE HATES HIS "ABILITIES", is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their pez dispenser secretly filled with adderall. [ tiff, 27, cst, she/her, triggers: ableism, weight/fatphobia, rape/incest (specifically csa), lesbophobia ]

⧼ erika linder, nonbinary lesbian, she/they, 29. ⧽ just a girl by no doubt + chilly autumn nights, inability to not scuff their shoes, sapphic literature. ☼ SCOUT SYLVAN survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a romantic/erotic fiction ghost writer and are known to be thoughtful & scared of being vulnerable, makes sense given they’re a LEGACY OF EROS / HUNTER OF ARTEMIS. word around town is that they’ve been here for six years and HAS A PENCHANT FOR ANONYMITY, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their journal + camera. [ tiff, 27, cst, she/her, triggers: ableism, weight/fatphobia, rape/incest (specifically csa), lesbophobia ]

⧼ dina denoire, cis woman, she/her, twenty-seven.⧽ flores by latin mafia + carefully picked words in an attempt to please the masses, google search constantly being used to remember words she's forgotten, always a listening ear with absolute attentiveness to individuals and causes, the desire to ensure success at all cost, overlooking the city at 2am to unwind. ☼ YASMIN ZAYED survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a interpreter & librarian and are known to be head-strong & idealistic, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF ZEUS, LEGACY OF PSYCHE. word around town is that they’ve been here for a year and IS MORE LIKE HER FATHER THAN SHE'D CARE TO ADMIT AND DESPERATELY WANTS TO REWRITE HIS STORY FOR HER OWN SAKE, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their her brother's spinner ring. [ mina, twenty4, mst, she/her, mst , none available ]

⧼ riley hubatka, cis woman, she/her, twenty4. ⧽ have faith in me by a day to remember + laughing so hard your stomach hurts, always drinking when something goes wrong, long winded skin care routines before bed, staying up late playing video games, the silent in the early morning when everyone’s first waking up. ☼ AMELIA SATO survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a esthetician and are known to be cheeky & impuslive, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF ZEUS. word around town is that they’ve been here for a year and a half and SHE DOESN’T FEEL LIKE SHES MEANT TO BE HER FATHER’S DAUGHTER, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their mother’s birthstone necklace. [ peach, 25, est, she/her, none ]

⧼ jessie mei li, non-binary, they/them, 28. ⧽ we are! by hiroshi kitadani + fucking around and finding out + stress vaping so hard they think someone busted out the smoke machine + joining in a fight with a flying kick. ☼ ABBEY CHEN survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a COURIER and are known to be loyal & abrasive, makes sense given they’re a SATYR. word around town is that they’ve been here for four years and IS WELL-KNOWN IN THE SOULSBORNE GAMING COMMUNITY AS "ABBEY THE GOAT", is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their vape pen. [ cas, 27, +4 gmt, he/them, bad things happening to cats. ]

⧼    aisha  potter,  cis woman,  she/her,  twenty3. ⧽    hold it down by noah kahan  +  midday naps with black out curtains, zoning out in the middle of a conversation, dark eyes with a shimmer like stars, luminescent butterflies, & a heart full of regret.  ☼  INGRID MIMPI survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re an oneirologist and are known to be insightful & contrite, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF MORPHEUS word around town is that they’ve been here for eleven months and ARE STILL ATTEMPTING TO MAKE UP FOR THEIR SIDING WITH KRONOS BY HELPING OTHER DEMIGODS WITH THEIR NIGHTMARES, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their dream journal.    [    m, 27, est, she/they, eating disorders    ]

⧼ abigail cowen, cis woman, she/her, 26. ⧽ lovely by billie eilish and khalid + a field of daisies waving in a gentle wind; pink, freckled lips spreading into a bright smile; an undercooked cake decorated with pink roses and light green frosting. ☼ ROXANNE VATRANO survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a job seeker and are known to be effervescent & fragile, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF DEMETER. word around town is that they’ve been here for four years and HER BEST FRIEND, WHOM SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH, DIED IN THE WAR, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their flowers in her hair. [ lina, 30+, gmt+9, she/her, no triggers of note ]

⧼ hasan piker, cis man, he/him, 29. ⧽ champion - remix by fall out boy, rm + a stack of well-loved paperback books; glasses on top of of a head of well-maintained, wavy brown hair; hundreds of unread phone notifications. ☼ NUR CIHAN survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re an author and are known to be luminary & insecure, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF JUPITER. word around town is that they’ve been here for six years and HE WROTE A BOOK THAT RECENTLY WENT VIRAL ON SOCIAL MEDIA, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their phone. [ lina, 30+, gmt+9, she/her, no triggers of note ]

[libraryofplotbunnies]

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Full physical description of each of the ROs

Royce

His short brown-black hair is slightly tousled with the middle parted and the back cut extremely short. He has golden highlights throughout his hair that he touches up frequently. He has a petite goatee that is kept trimmed with plans on growing out a mustache eventually.  He has beige-colored skin with almond-shaped blue-gray eyes. There’s a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge. He’s often seen with a ruddy blush as he gets more and more into the bottle. He has a broad athletic body type from his high school jock days and constant morning workout sessions. His face is diamond-shaped with a celestial nose and high cheekbones. His nose is slightly crooked from a football practice gone wrong when he was a teenager. His hands are slightly calloused with a few scars from his excursions as a kid. He’s often seen in what many would call party or frat boy clothes. He’s never seen without his gold-rimmed sunglasses. They’re prescription glasses as he has some vision trouble but not as bad as his brother.  He’s a big fan of pink and yellow with his clothing choices. Timmy Turner was an inside joke within his old friend group due to his love of pink and his former buck teeth.

Douglas

His brown-black hair was normally styled in an Ivy League haircut but has since grown out his hair into a disheveled mess. It falls into his eyes constantly but he pulls it back with a headband during research. There is a five-o clock on his face from when he does remember to shave. He has thin almond-shaped blue-gray eyes and beige-colored skin. He has a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge.  His skin is a tad paler than usual as he doesn’t go outside as much as he did in his youth. He has a thin but slightly pudgy build. He doesn’t exercise anymore so he lost his more toned figure from his teenage years. He has a diamond-shaped face with high cheekbones and a celestial nose like his twin brother. His face is narrower compared to Royce’s though. He wears glasses with dark blue frames. He can’t really see well without them due to his severe nearsightedness. Velma was an inside joke amongst his old friends as he acted just like her when he lost his glasses. His clothing is in darker or desaturated colors though he is a fan of blue-violet. He’s often seen more comfortable clothes like sweats or pjs which is a far cry from his old extremely formal style.   

Rosette/Amanda

Her hair used to be brown-black before she dyed it pink. She had it done after she cut all ties with her family. It’s cut along her shoulders and kept in messy waves with it parted on the side. She pulls it back in a simple updo if she’s doing more manual freelance work or a more intricate style for special events. She has round almond-shaped gray hazel eyes and beige skin. She has beauty marks on her right cheekbone and neck. Her skin has been getting more tanned lately as she spends a lot of time outside due to her freelance work. She also has some minor scars along her arms and legs from the manual labor she does. She has a stocky physique from working and her more liberal eating habits. She has the same facial features as her brothers but hers look more rounder and rugged compared to theirs. She has some tattoos on her body as many have seen the wide rose tattoo sleeves on her forearms and the music notes on her left calf, but she has a secret one that she won’t let anybody see. Her outfits mainly consist of floral shirts and loose pants for ease of movement, but she has a more punk style for her music gigs at the bar. People can often spot her miles away with how bright her clothes are. Her sound beats headphones can always be found close to her person along with an old, braided friendship bracelet on her left wrist and a gem necklace around her neck.

Marianna

Her orange hair is straight with a slight wave towards the bottom. It reaches to about her waist, but most don’t see that as it’s kept in a tight bun. She only lets her hair down when she’s in the privacy of her home. She has sharp dark amber eyes that shine brighter in certain lighting, but it just looks black at night. She highlights the sharpness of her eyes using mascara and eyeshadow to make them stand out. She does this with the rest of her facial makeup as well. She does this to accentuate the sharpness of her facial other features and display a very severe and powerful image when she’s out doing town business. She has an inverted triangle-shaped face with a slightly upturned nose and full lips. She uses a light shade of lipstick to make her lips pop against her fair skin but not too much. She also has to put on a lot of sunblock with how easily her skin burns in the sun. Her nails are painted a dark red and frequently manicured. She has a very lithe and toned body due to her running regimen. Her clothing is the essence of a girl boss as she tries her best to make sure that everybody knows she means business. She likes to accessorize with pearled jewelry though she has a soft spot for a necklace that’s been passed down in her family for generations.

Edward/Edith

They have wavy copper-colored hair with Edward having a short and slightly tousled look while Edith has hers cut below her ears and parted in the middle. They have the same sharp dark amber eyes as their sister, but their bright demeanor helped soften and brighten their eyes. They also have the same inverted triangle face and upturned nose, but they didn’t have the sharp features. They have a much rounder and softer face compared to her. Their skin was fair with a very faint spattering of freckles on their nose from running around outside. They had to put sunscreen on to avoid burning in the sun but ended up with sun freckles regardless. Some classmates described them as the angel to Marianna’s devil. They would wear light makeup that covered up any blemishes that can be spotted though they didn’t like covering up their freckles. They were shorter than their sister with an athletic body from playing soccer and joining their sister in her runs. They wore very posh and formal clothing due to their overbearing mother wanting them to look their best 24/7 and to represent the family properly. They only let their freak flag free if they were going to be alone with their best friends or if their sister wouldn’t tell on them. 

Juste/Justine

Their black hair is in locs going past their shoulders, but they kept it together in either a ponytail or bun. They have some locs outside their updo to frame their cheekbones and forehead as they get a headache when they pull all it back. It is wrapped by an orange or pink patterned bandana though they get odd looks from some of the locals. They don’t like people messing with their hair as some bullies did some horrible things when they first arrived in town. Their dark brown eyes are downturned with their eye bags being covered up by makeup. Their skin is an espresso brown with a deep scar on their right cheek from an incident involving some bullies. They have a rectangular face with a strong jaw and a slightly bulbous nose. They wear metal-framed glasses with large rectangular lenses. They can see relatively well without them, but it causes a massive headache to focus on their vision. They have a very muscular build due to their frequent boxing training and intense exercise routines. They wear black business suits and clothes when they occupy Marianna on her duties and performing tasks for the Lanshires, but they add some personal flair with their ties or socks. They wear more colorful clothing during their downtime.

Lucero

Their hair is tightly curled and dyed a light blonde. The brown roots of their hair are visible when they take off their beanie which is exceedingly rare. Luz wears her hair in a big floof that ends around her neck while Lucas wears his hair with the middle parted and cut along his ears. He also has a bit of scruff on his chin that is light brown. They wear a black beanie on their head that has little pins that they switch out each day depending on their mood. Their light brown eyes are wide and round with them looking golden in certain lighting. They have a heart-shaped face with a pointed nose and slightly perked ears that make them look almost elven in appearance. They have dimples on both cheeks that appear when they smile, which is often. Their skin is almond colored with no imperfections or tattoos. They have a flexible and lean build. They took yoga and some gymnastic classes as a child and kept up with it as they grew older. Their clothing is in a pastel color scheme with bright patterns to pop out against. They wear a touch of black to offset all the colors. They also wear pins on their jackets if they can’t fit them on their beanie. They wear a golden cross necklace around their neck that they’re a tad protected of as it belonged to their deceased mother.

Ji-Min

Their raven black hair is straight and at shoulder length though it can appear greasy when they get too engrossed in their research and forget to take a shower. They pull it back into a messy ponytail to keep their hair out of their face and it’s just easier for them. [M] Ji-Min has a stubble on their face from shaving a lot. Their black eyes are monolid and slightly upturned with deep bags under their eyes from endless sleepless nights. There are little worry lines forming on their forehead from the stress of wanting to know what happened to their friend. They have two metal bar piercings on the top of their ears but they’re relatively small. Their face is long, almost oblong shaped, with a straight nose and their mouth is almost always in a frown or grimace. They have an average build. They don’t really exercise or really anything that isn’t evolved in the quest for the truth. They have a tattoo on the inside of their right forearm that serves as a permanent motivator for when they want to quit. Nobody has seen this as it’s always covered by their jacket. They wear just about anything they can grab in a moment’s notice and slip on.  The jean jacket is always a constant though, regardless of the weather or temperature. 

Doran/Deirdre

Their chestnut brown hair is kept in messy waves and has some sort of shaved component. Doran wears his in a short-undercut style with it having huge volume while Deidre has hers swept in half shaved look and reaching past her shoulders. They never pull their hair back for anything and just let go free, however they will make tiny braids when they feel like it. Doran has a growing beard though it mainly looks like scruff at the moment. They have hooded eyes that are forest green with a ring of brown around the pupil. Their face is oval shaped with a droopy nose and strong chin. They have multiple piercings on their ears with a pendant hanging from their left ear. They have an athletic and toned build from hiking and traveling. Their skin is peach color with an easy blush from their cheeks, nose, and ears. They also have freckles covering the majority of their body. They have tattoos in multiple places on their body that depicts a mural to their Irish heritage. The most eye-catching is the Celtic tree of life on their back.  However most just see the tree branches and vines peeking from their shirt collar, the Celtic knots growing from their hands, and the butterflies around their ears. Their attire is practical and is set in natural tones for their traveling lifestyle. They have bohemian clothes for their relaxing days. They carry around their backpack everywhere and have a necklace they keep tucked under their shirt. They also wear a leather bracelet that has charms from the different places they’ve been.

Paul/Palina

Their hair used to be blonde as a child but after the incident it started turning white. By now it’s mostly white giving their hair almost a platinum blonde look. Their hair is always in disheveled mess with Paul cutting his past his ears and Palina cutting hers past her shoulders. Their bangs are a tad long as it will get in their eyes. They have round light blue eyes that seem to get bigger when they’re scared or terrified. Their face is round with a buttoned nose and little crease between their eyebrows from worrying. They have minor scars on their face from the incident. Their facial expression is anxious or freaked out the majority of the time. Their skin tone is almost porcelain in color as they are compared to a doll sometimes if one ignores all the scars. They have a very thin and lean build. Almost waifish. They have more scars littering their body from the incident with the biggest and deepest one on their chest. There are some tattoos they got over the years with the most visible one being the date of their revival on their wrist. It serves as a reminder that they are alive and mark the beginning of something new. Their outfits are meant to make sure that they don’t stand out. They prefer black as it’s one of their favorite colors but will dress in brighter blues and whites if they feel safer. They also have a collection of horror theme merchandise [t-shirts, wristbands, pins etc.] that they will sometimes wear. Despite being a scaredy cat, they love horror films.

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Burn Gorman

full name: Henry Ashford

nickname(s) / goes by: Henry, Ashford at times.

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: Demisexual 

birth date: July 20, 1976

birth place: London, England.

arrival to merrock: April 2024, was residing in New York previously.

housing: Downtown 

occupation: History of the Arts Professor

work place: Community College

family: two siblings (one younger & one older), mother, father has passed away.

relationship status: Single.

PERSONALITY

Henry is a complicated man, he likes to pretend that he doesn't care, that he is fine with his circumstances and that loneliness suits him but that is far from the truth. Deep down he craves connection, even if he is terrible at establishing it.

He does try to attempt to be polite but can't help but be sarcastic at times. 

POSITIVE TRAITS: Organized, Determined, Resourceful. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Short-Tempered, Grumpy, Stubborn.

WRITTEN BY: Poe (she/her & they/them), WET.

BACKGROUND / BIO

For what it was worth, Henry Ashford found himself agreeable to the role of middle child, letting his siblings take center stage in his parents lives, as he faded into the background. Even so he never felt unloved by his family, having a strong bond with both their siblings even now.

Henry was a somewhat peculiar child, a bit unfriendly at times opting to be upfront, fortunate for him his younger sibling made it their mission to call him out whenever necessary, and with time he mastered enough fake interest to pretend pleasantries, which allowed him to create friendships, even so as was his nature Henry did come off as rude at times, something that carried out unto adulthood.

Ever since childhood Henry has had a soft spot for museums, especially when it came to art. Most of his birthdays were spent in museums, art galleries or libraries. 

It came as no surprise when he decided to further his studies ending up as a professor, a rule that suited him well.

His life was uneventful or so that was how he liked to portray it, during his 20's Henry had grown to be quite skillful at taking things without being notice, usually jewelry that he wanted for himself, a hobby that grew into a freelance job on the side whenever he found convenient. Henry liked the beauty that came with the fine things in life, bracelets and necklaces being his favorite, growing quite the collection as he got older.

Perhaps he had grown far too ambitious and confident in his work. all good things came to an end eventually and Henry found himself in need of changing his course. 

Now Henry finds himself in Merrock, not sure of what life has in store for him.

[hehates]

HIS PUPILS MOVE IN A HALF CIRCLE TO POINT UP , NOT IN ATTITUDE , BUT IN THOUGHT . . .

he isn't a person of great reliability , nor should he be trusted with the specifics of an itinerary , not even the one that he thought up , but so obviously failed to voice . heavily lidded eyes angle back down to birdie , then close with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders . they're not forgetful , thus it's removed from the database . " it's not that i don't have nothin' better to do . " raising a hand , he counts off his fingers . " i could be working , you know , making money . or working my other thing , making money . freelancing , for money . . . " the hand drops to his side with a tilt of his head , searching for something in birdie's expression . " walking you home was something a wanted to do instead , so , that makes it the best thing i could be doing . it's a low - paying , and apparently thankless , job . " with his head tilting down , he smirks to himself , keeping up with birdie's pace as the rubber soles of his doc martens scrape against the sidewalk from him dragging his feet .

" really , is it hard to believe that people — that i just want to spend some time with you ? " spoken low and honey - sweet . " you're a mystery — " ironic , and maybe not entirely true . " to me . " slightly better . " you had just met me , saved me from a flying candle stick and thought to make something to protect me . it has me thinking — hey , slow down . " his fingers wrap around the other's wrist to stop them in their tracks . " long day ? you're in such a rush to get home . . . " one step after the other closes the distance , forcing the fortune teller literally and figuratively against a wall . forearm resting above birdie's head , they're close enough for kieran to feel the scent of citrus circle around him . looking down at their lips , he parts his own to finish his thought . " it has me thinking , no one's ever really given me anything before . "

his hand lets go of birdie's wrist to instead lift to press an index finger into the underside of their chin , raising their face . " and i wanted to thank you for that . so i'm walking you home , making sure you get there safe and , if you let me , i'm going to walk you home tomorrow too . . . so , " voice lowers to a whisper . " are still curious . . . or does that about cover it ? " the shadow casted over his eyes by his bangs hints that there's something hidden behind that smirk that he gives as he backs up to let birdie breathe , fishing about in his pocket . a red fishtail bracelet emerges , presented in his open palm with a kinder smile that he also wears in his eyes . " it's only fair , yeah ? since you gave me a friendship bracelet first . i hate to see a one - sided relationship . "

there is one thing birdie was definitely not and that's forgetful. in fact, memory was as much of a curse as the visions of memories not yet crossed. therefore ... they know they weren't informed of kieran's waiting presence. they a puzzled expression and lets gaze trace the disappearance of the switch to pocket. " what are you talking about ? you ... definitely did not. " it isn't accusatory. just more confusion. still, birdie did feel the teensiest, tiniest streak of guilt around the idea of making him 'lose'. not enough to apologize, however.

" but, yeah, i'm headed home. " and now they're left with the choice. they could keep walking and leave it at that. i'm headed home. and simply just do that. leave kieran at their post where they'd waited for them. yet, they're not doing that. " and it looks like you're coming along. " admittance of defeat ; agreeing to the plan that definitely wasn't made with birdie. arms cross over their chest and they shift in place for a moment and like a magnetic draw glance down at the bracelet. thread, a sky-ish blue and ironically fitted well around a tattooed wrist. remembers gesturing for kieran's wrist and clasping it there. 'protection. from the candlesticks with a vendetta' they'd said. the little imprinted talisman following every movement. it deafens ( slightly, ever so slightly ) the edge kieran put birdie on. fleeting quirk of a smile.

tight cross of arms release and hands sound a single, decisive clap. " welp ! lets go then. " and that's when their feet start to move in direction of their apartment. kieran, in tow. it's a bit strange, they think, to take a walk home with someone else. been awhile, but they could be overexaggerating. still, birdie never brought someone into the complex's vicinity let alone inside. few friends know where he lives, actually. one thing is for sure, birdie couldn't stand the permeating silence of himself if he has company. snorts at his own train of thought. talk about the irony ! " you seriously ... had nothing better to do ? " it sounds mean - spirited, voiced purely on impulse. " not trying to be a jerk. i'm just ... curious. is all. "

[venuslove-28]

poor boy’s stressed

[moonandstarlightsposts]

Incorrect Quote: Daemons/Their Listeners Edition

Gavin : We're having a baby.

Caelum: Oh, cangradu-

Freelancer, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Freelancer: Where did you get that?

Caelum: My pocket.

Freelancer: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Caelum: Magic.

/-/-/-/-/

Blake: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Avior, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Blake: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

/-/-/-/-/

Gavin : Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Gavin : First who would you kill?

*Avior points at Vega*

*Caelum points at Vega*

*Warden points at Vega*

Vega: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

/-/-/-/-/

Gavin: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... and also assault with a deadly weapon.

/-/-/-/-/

Starlight: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Avior: A horrible decision, really.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.

Caelum: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: So, Caelum is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Camelopardalis: Why?

Avior: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Caelum, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

/-/-/-/-/

Starlight: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Avior: Even better!

Starlight: What the fuck did you-

Avior: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Warden: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Vega I just find him interesting.

*Later that night*

Warden, very much awake: Uh oh.

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Scorpius: Only if you also don't ask why.

Scorpius: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag*

Avior: ...

Avior, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Gavin : You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Caelum: You don’t have to wear…

Gavin : No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

/-/-/-/-/

Camelopardalis: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

/-/-/-/-/

Scorpius: I just found out from Camelopardalis today that when Vega died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Gavin said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

[nicos-oc-hell]

Template made by @unfortunate-arrow

💙 IDENTITY 💙

Full Name: Efesto Mars Vecellio

Nicknames: Mars, hephaestus and blue

Name Meanings: Efesto- Italian for Hephaestus, Mars- god of war, Vecellio doesn’t have a meaning

Date of Birth: September 25, 1996

Gender: Trans male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Blood Status: Halfblood

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Nationality: Danish

MBTI Type: ISTJ- The Logistician

Residence: He lives with his parents, Skylar and Alex, his brother and his grandfather in Denmark.

💙 MAGIC 💙

Wand:

Wood: Acacia

Core: Phoenix feather

Length: 10 ½ inches

Flexibility: Not that bendy but durable

Other Magical Abilities: he can see into parallel universes when he is given options so he can see how his choice affects him and everyone else

Patronus: Wolf

Patronus Memory: getting his first puppy

Boggart: Him choosing an option that ends up with his family and friends dead

Riddikulus: His friends and family chilling like they would any other normal day

Amortentia:

Efesto smells oranges, cinnamon and grass after it rains

Efesto smells like birds, burnt oak and oil

Mirror of Erised: All of his family, his aunts and uncles, in the same room together

💙 HOGWARTS 💙

House: Ravenclaw

OWL Classes:

Transfiguration - outstanding

Charms - exceeds expectations

Herbology - outstanding

Astronomy - acceptable

Potions - exceeds expectations

History of Magic - acceptable

Defense Against the Dark Arts - outstanding

Flying - exceeds expectations

OWL Electives:

Care of magical creature- outstanding

Ancient runes- exceeds expectations

Arithmancy- acceptable

NEWT Classes:

Charms - acceptable

Ancient runes - exceeds expectations

Defense against the dark outs - Outstanding

Transfiguration - acceptable

Care of magical creatures - Outstanding

Quidditch: Seeker

Prefect: no

Clubs: Dueling club and Magical creatures club

Favorite Professors: tbd

Least Favorite Professors: tbd

💙 CAREER 💙

11 to 18 - hogwarts student

19 to 25 - photography mostly weddings and graduations

25 to death - still freelance photography but he’s in egypt taking pictures of ruins and runes

💙 APPEARANCE 💙

Faceclaim: Teen years- Tye Sheridan adult years- Michael Fassbender

Height: 5’11

Weight & Physique: 158 lbs, athletic and well built

Hair Color: black with pink highlights

Hair Style:

Eye Color: green

Skin Tone: honey

Scars: he has a lot of scars from falling out of trees and power tools

Modifications: (piercings, tattoos, glasses, etc.) he has glasses, he has a few studs in his ears, he has this on his back and he has blue hearts on his cheeks

Distinguishing Marks: the blue hearts on his cheeks

Clothing Style:

Accessories: (watch, jewelry, etc.) He wears a necklace he got for his birthday, a watch that his grandfather gave him before he died, a few rings and a few bracelets

What’s In Their Pockets: His wand, some money and any type of chocolate

What’s In Their School Bag?

Sketchbooks/notebooks

Textbooks

Pens and self inking quills

Pokemon cards

A camera

💙 VOICE & LANGUAGE 💙

Voiceclaim: Ryan Rynelods

Accent: (might differ from voiceclaim’s) Danish

Dialect: Insular Danish

Language Spoken: Danish, German, Italian, Japanese and English

Languages Understood: Danish, German, Italian, Japanese, English, Spanish and Russian

Speech and/or Language Disorder: He has a bit of a stutter when he speaks in English because it’s one of the newer languages that he was taught

💙 FAMILY 💙

Father: Eren Larsen

Dad: TJ Sutherland

Other dad: Ian Campbell

Bio mother: Skylar Vecellio (Or as Levi likes to call her, womb donor)

Twin brother: Leviathan Njord “Levi” Vecellio

Levi is Efesto’s twin brother, they are not identical at all except for the eyes. Efesto is older than him by 20 minutes.

They are very close even if they clash at times. They really only argue when it comes to who’s right about something

Efesto trusts Levi with his secrets as does Levi. Efesto and Levi trust the other with their life if they had to

Faceclaim: James McAvoy

Pets: A rottweiler named Rocky

💙 FRIENDSHIPS 💙

Best Friends: his brother

Friends:

Benedict whitten - @unfortunate-arrow

Jack Whitten - @unfortunate-arrow

Thea Whitten - @unfortunate-arrow

Finn MacKade - @unfortunate-arrow

Brian Haywood-Reese - @catohphm

Nash Bishop - @nightmaresart

Kelvin Johnson - @nightmaresart

Jane Luther - @hphmmatthewluther

Maya Baniaga - @oseathepebble

Lyra Martin - @camillejeaneshphm

Apollo Dona - @nikyiscreepy

Artemisia Dona - @nikyiscreepy

Acquaintances:

Nate Mackade (they don't talk to each other as much as Finn and Efesto do but they know of each other) - @unfortunate-arrow

It’s Complicated: TBD

Dormmates:

Jimmy Crouch @potionboy3

Finn MacKade

Duncan Ludwig @usernoneexistent

Rivals: TBD

Enemies: TBD

💙 ROMANCE & CHILDREN 💙

Love Interest: tbd

💙 PERSONALITY 💙

Traits:

Positive: Adventurous, athletic, observant, creative, loyal, humble and honest

Neutral: Sarcastic, impatient, reserved and skeptical

Negative: grouchy, stubborn, a bit snobby

Favorites:

Color: Sea green

Food: Sushi

Weather: He likes when it’s snowy

Books: He likes the 39 clues series, it is a book series following the adventures of two siblings, Amy and Dan Cahill, who discover that their family, the Cahills, have been and still are, the most influential family in history. Really anything fantasy is his favorite type of books like The Hobbit

Hobbies: reading, photography, cooking/baking

Music: anything really, he listens to a lot of music, all different types of music. Mostly rock music

Dislikes:

Anders

Pork chops

Getting a poor score on something

People call him Levi when he and Levi are polar opposites.

Description: Efesto is the more reserved twin. While he’s a good and loyal friend once you get to know him, he can be a bit judgemental and insensitive about what people choose to do. He likes to learn, mostly new languages and runes. He’s rather into sports like football/soccer, lacrosse and baseball so when he learned that there was a sports team in Hogwarts, he jumped right on it. He’s also into photography and videography, you’ll always see him taking pictures of stuff or videos with his camera.

💙 HISTORY & BACKGROUND 💙

Pre-Hogwarts Childhood:

Efesto was born only 20 minutes before Levi and he constantly holds that over Levi’s head

When he was three, he met his older cousins, Anders, Astrid and Aren. He quickly grew to dislike Anders because Anders would bully him constantly

The first few years of his life was normal until he randomly started floating across the room to his parents who were putting away Christmas leftovers

Efesto got his first puppy which led to his love of animals

He got his first sets of books which led to his move for fantasy books

Hogwarts Years: TBD

Adulthood: TBD

Death:

Efesto passed away when he was 78 while he was taking photos on a construction site. Not the best way to die

💙 MISCELLANEOUS 💙

Efesto can pick up on languages and any subject rather quickly. This ability of his has helped him greatly with getting ahead in class.

Efesto loves to cook and bake. He also likes using his friends as his test subjects when he’s trying out new recipes.

Efesto rarely is seen without his camera, the only times are when he’s in class.

Efesto also has many cameras and computers that he uses to edit his photos and videos while he’s bored

Efesto doesn’t mind helping people with studying while he may be an introvert, he is rather as nice as he is skeptical

[deviantfreelancer]

Freelancer hi good evening/afternoon/morning! Your friendly little fry anon here with a few questions that are completely random that I am definitely not using for something later!!

Do you have an idea of what aria could look like from what Gavin has talked about and from your studies? I mean obv it would be incomprehensible to humans but what do you imagine what Aria looks like?

What’s your favorite subject to learn at DAMN and why? If it’s practical or if it’s just cool it’s just something you enjoy :)

Lastly, how many friendships bracelets do you have from Caelum I know this isn’t an ‘if you have them’ scenario I know that kid but I want to see how much he’s made for you— or maybe for your friends to be gifted by you?

Thanks and goodnight!

—fry anon🐠

Oh- Wow this is a lot. Good morning.

Aria, huh? To be honest, I haven’t thought much about it but now that you say it…first thing that comes to mind is something that looks much like our world but very much different. I know, I know, probably least likely, but hear me out. It’s like an overworld and an underworld. Like two sides of the same coin. A nice example of what I mean would have to be what Destiny 2 has to offer in an area called the Dreaming City. We’re introduced to a new dimension called the Ascendant Plane.

OOC: this may get a little long…

There is this mission called The Corrupted and there’s a certain part in that mission where we’re transported between the world we’re from, and the Ascendant Plane. The room we walk into, and the room in the Ascendant Plane have the exact same layout. Now you can say this is just a design choice and to not throw players off which, yes, can be true. But I also would like to point out that even a character confirms the “two sides of the same coin” in already vaulted content. We never see the room he’s in, but we can safely assume it looks much like the room we walked into. I’m sure you can find videos of The Corrupted mission everywhere on the internet, so you can check that out if you want to get a clearer vision of what I’m talking about.

Oh god, I’m nerding out, I need to stop…anyway, next question.

I’d have to say my favorite class would most definitely be Intermediate Elemental Control. Sure that class was hard as hell but I enjoyed it! Some of the people there were pretty nice too, some teased me about being human born and whatnot, the usual, but hey. I was used to it at that point. Honestly, I’m not sure why I like it. It was just fun, I suppose.

And honestly, Caelum and I made quite a few. Like…6 or 7 pairs of them. He seems to enjoy making them, and I find myself having fun too. He actually suggested we make some for the rest for the rest of the gang and an “exclusive” one for Gavin and I. His words, not mine. He even got Gavin to make it.

Anyway, that looks like that’s it!

[addisonhq]

natasha liu bordizzo & they/them / non binary ‷ watch out , addison liu has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty seven years old and celebrate their birthday on february 24th. they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as a graphic designer. one thing you should know about them is they embroider little designs onto most of their clothes‷ ( em, she/they, 25, gmt )

biography

if you’re going to do something, be the best at it. that’s what addie had always been taught, especially when they showed an interest in the arts from a very young age. their father was predominantly focused on putting pressure on their older brother, so addison was lucky to be granted more freedom to pursue their interests and find something they were passionate about. the only caveat was that whatever they chose to pursue had to be lucrative, something they would succeed at.

it was hard to excel, however, when addie just couldn’t settle on a single interest. they first picked up an instrument when they were eight, a cello that was definitely too big for them. and as soon as that interest was expressed, her parents set out and bought them a correctly sized instrument, enrolling them in lessons with the best teacher they could find. they then picked up the piano about two years later, at the insistence of their cello teacher who stated that it would help with her understanding of music theory. 

the majority of their high school years were passed away in the art rooms, covered in paint, blistered fingers from endless hours pressed into cello strings now wrapped around paintbrushes and charcoal. they struggled to find a medium they really liked, mostly just enjoying experimenting with whatever materials they could get her hands on. they were never timid or shy, despite an almost reclusive nature, they just enjoyed their own space to create.

going to university wasn’t a question, so they chose to study fine art, leaving roswell for the first time to head to chicago. it was there that their eyes were opened, out of the bubble they’d grown up in they were exposed to a whole manner of social issues and people who were passionate about fixing them. they became quite an activist, learning as much as they could about multiple causes, enthusiastically turning up for as many protests as they could and developing a loyal friendship group of similarly minded people.

they wanted to continue as they were forever, making art and fighting for what they believed in, but there were bills to be paid and parents to placate, so they got a job as a freelance graphic designer when they returned to roswell. they aren’t particularly enthused about their job, but it allows them to work remotely and to dedicate all of their spare time to creating art that they actually are passionate about without getting burnt out by pressure to make money from it.

miscellaneous

identifies as a lesbian and is demisexual.

was born in singapore, but they moved to roswell not long after they were born, so it is the only home addie remembers.

obsessed with animals, especially dogs, ducks, frogs and sheep. they have three dogs, a golden retriever called bentley, a dalmatian called pebbles, and a german shepherd called jasper. they are their babies, they all have matching friendship bracelets and addie takes them everywhere they’re allowed to go.

their apartment is full of plants.

loves video games, if they’re not on their computer for work they’re often still on it to play the latest game they’re obsessed with.

they don’t play cello or piano very often anymore, but have transferred those skills into the bass guitar and keyboard. though they never ever perform in front of anyone.

potential connections

friends !! childhood friends they’ve known almost all of their life, or new friends they’ve met maybe at a protest or through a mutual hobby. addison makes friends very easily and loves to be around people.

gaming squad !! people they can play multiplayer games with, either squished together in addie’s living room or over voice chats late at night when they’re trying to keep the noise down but just enjoy each other’s company.

crushes !!  basically if you’re hot, nice to them and not a man they’re gonna have heart eyes.

[noxturnalmoth]

Scalpels and Paintbrushes || Shuntarô Chishiya x reader

- read ‘til the end for notes -

When a freelance artist travels to Japan to rekindle her passion for art and her life, she finds herself in a whole other predicament. Dangerous games, dangerous people, a dangerous world with dangerous rules. She’s alone, fending for herself, until she meets a disoriented medical student that will bring her comfort but might bring more difficulties and heartbreak aswell.

Chapter 5: Maybe the Bullshitlands aren’t as bad with you around

The next few days before our next game were pretty nice. Although kinda cold, Chishiya wasn’t that bad, at all.

1st day:

I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, the analog clock read 4 a.m, well at least I got sleep I guess. Chishiya was still soundly asleep in Hide’s bed- No, it wasn’t Hide’s bed anymore, it was Chishiya’s. Anyways, I hadn’t done my morning jog in eight days so I rushed to the bathroom to change in running clothes and wrote a small message which I put on the dinner table, just so he wouldn’t freak out. 

I forgot how good it felt, the chilly morning air on the bare skin of my arms and legs, in my lungs burning but cooling at the same time. I forgot how liberating it felt to use my energy like that. So after appreciating the feeling I started to get in my thoughts. 

The last week was absolute hell, but I needed to move on quickly. There’s no place for grief in the Borderlands. Plus moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, does it? I still have the photo album and my friendship bracelet, it’d be more than enough. Plus they were the reason I kept on pushing forward, without the thought of them I would’ve let myself die yesterday. But no, now I have to teach Chishiya about the hell we’re in, to protect him. He’s intelligent and could do it himself, but I don’t want to risk him getting hurt. I’m sure that if anyone could get out, there was a chance it could be him.

Okay, I didn’t know him that much. But I doubt that even if we spend time together I’d get to know him much. So in the end it’s just an assumption made with what I know about him for now, and he had all his chances. He had something to get back to too, studies that’d in the end give him a doctorate, which he’d use to help many people. That was a good thing to get back to, no matter how stressful it was, there was a great prize in the end. 

Compared to him all I had to get back to was a job I wasn’t passionated about, a passion I had lost, a family I didn’t talk to much and friends I didn’t see anymore. I think that he had many more chances to get out than I do, and I’ll help him. I’ll help as many people as I can. In the end, I had more going for me in here than in my own world. Sad, really. But at least I wasn’t afraid, I didn’t have that much to lose.

And yesterday, Dorian and Tyler. Those two were a pain but I should be happy Ophelia wasn’t there, she was the worst of them all. She was the reason they even turned their backs on me in the first place. The queen Bitch, is what my friends and I used to call her. But I had to move on from that too, it’d only make me act recklessly. Anger is not something helpful when it’s not used correctly. Chishiya’s right, I had my revenge and karma got to them. Case closed, onto the next one.

I get out of my head to see I’m now in front of the mall, my body really was on auto pilot from how much I have done it. So after entering our small place, I wash myself, get changed and start breakfast. But as I go to turn on the analog radio I hear steps on the linoleum floor.

“Hey there sleepy head.”

“Hmm.” He answers tiredly as he rubs his eyes and I snort. 

I open the blind and aknowledge the fact that from 4 to 6 a.m the sun started to rise, my run had been longer than usual but it was needed. To get started to breakfast I turn on the radio and put the volume at a nice level before starting the gas stove and boil water which I separate in two, hot water for drinks and hot water for rice. 

“Are you more coffee or tea Chishiya?”

“Coffee.” I nod with a smile and put instant coffee in the mug he used yesterday and mixed it with water. I then give him the warm drink and he nods his thanks to me. I make myself a cup of black tea, the bitterness of coffee has never appealed to me but I still needed something strong to keep me awake. Once the rice was done I stir fried it with spam and other not perished ingredients I found during my last groceries run.

“I’m sorry it ain’t much but it seems time here goes different than in our world, so it’s like it’s been months and years at the same time since everything was set here.” I start to eat and so does he.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad we’re lucky enough to have food.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to go get some food soon though, I may have not eaten much for a week but we still didn’t have the most full cabinets before.”

“Sure. Wanna do it today?” 

“Why not, we’ll go after we’re done with breakfast. Today looks like it’s going to be hot, so if we do everything in the morning we can go home or even to the stream not far from here. You could use some sun.”

“Well med students don’t exactly have the time to get nice and toasty.” He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t act like I can, I hate it when it’s warm, I can’t handle heat. But Yumeko and Hide brought me to the stream before our last game, we spent the day outside.” I say as I smile. We get up, wash the dishes with as little water as possible and walk towards the inside of the mall to see if there are consumable things left unrotten. After that we go to the stores in the street to see if there’s anything left.

“Hey Chishiya, look at me! Woohooo~~”

As I say this he turns around and pulls a deadpan expression. Here I was wearing a panda print skincare mask and tights on my head. I pose differently to make him laugh, and although I don’t get a smile I see his lips twitching into a tiny smile as he snorts and rolls his eyes. Victory! I get rid of the weird disguise, take my already filled bag and get next to him.

“Say Chishiya, did you ever go to college parties?” I say as we start to head back.

“No, it wasn’t my thing. Plus my parents would’ve killed me, really.”

“Strict family?”

“You can say that. And you? DId you?”

“Nah. I didn’t go to college. I studied so much because of my family and peers during middle school and high school that I got disgusted by studies. I’m a freelance artist now. Well I was.”

“Strict family?”

“I don’t think so, more like overbearing.”

“How’s being an artist? It’s like, totally different from what I’m becoming.”

“Yeah. You use your left brain while I use my right. But really, it’s amazing, when you don’t lose your passion that is. I don’t know why but I did. That’s how I got to Japan, I thought achieving a childhood dream would bring back my spark.”

“Did it?”

“Well, I’m here now. So not really.” I sigh.”And you, what did you get into med school for?”

“I want to become a surgeon. Well, want is a big word.”

“Family forced you?”

“Well it’s sort of our ‘legacy’.”

“So a surgeon family.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like it though? Becoming a surgeon?”

“I’m not mad at it. I just want to see how it feels, to save and help people. How the whole surgery aspect feels. I just want to know how it feels, to feel at all- just, forget it.” I chuckle and pat his shoulder, he shifts away slightly.

“Hey, it’s all good. I hope that when you get out you’ll become a great surgeon.”

“When I get out? How do you know I can get out? It’s been 3 months since you’ve been dropped here.”

“Well, if anyone can get out it’s you. You’re intelligent Chishiya, more than probably all of us. You’ve got all your chances, so when you get out, be who you wanna be. Just, live your life no matter what your family says, I mean it’s your life. Be a good surgeon like I know you can be. I believe in you.”

“You trust people and get too attached too easily.” He takes my ear and pinches it.

“I know. But if it’s with you I think I’ll live.” I giggle and open the door of the store we stay in. And once we put everything in place I cook us something real quick. After eating and washing our dishes, Chishiya goes to listen to his music on his bed and I take a book, a pen and paper and sit on my mattress to start my japanese lesson.

I concentrate in copying the kanji and other ideograms, their pronunciations and meanings. And I was so deep in my lesson that I didn’t feel Chishiya tapping my shoulder and fliched when he did so.

“What are you doing?”

“My japanese. I’m learning it as best as I can but it used to be faster when I got Yumeko and Hide’s help. I could get better at pronunciation and the composition of sentences and such.”

He then walks around me and sets himself on the bed with me and takes my book and my notes. I can only look confused as he gives me back my notes after reading through them.

“Your written japanese isn’t bad. You do the kanji really well, they aren’t shaky.”

“I learnt chinese in high school, forgot ninety percents of it though so don’t ask me anything. But at least I remember this.”

“Well that’s not bad. Your sentences lack substance, but that’s normal. How long have you started to learn japanese?”

“Well I used to know a few things since I grew up with animes, but I have learnt it by myself really seriously since maybe, after high school? Like at 18 or 19?”

“Not too shabby. Your pronunciation is good though. Like, you probably can’t do sentences too long without doing an error. But for a few years of serious learning, this is not too bad.”

“You gonna help?”

“No dumbass I’ll let you wallow in your self pity and grammarly incorrect sentences. Yes I’m gonna help. Scoot over.”

And like that we spent our afternoon peacefully, him teaching, me learning. 

2nd day:

I woke up early again. Left a note. Went for a jog. Came back. Washed up and made breakfast as always.

He woke up. Mumbled a hello. Ate. Changed his clothes. And thats how we were left bored on our beds.

“Chishiya?”

“Hm?”

“Do you draw?”

“Not really, no. Why?”

“Wanna try?”

He lifts himself from his laying position and he shrugs. I take that as a yes and go to my old bag, filled with sketchbooks, travel watercolor paint kits, pencils and other art supplies. I empty it on my bed and arrange the elements into different piles for each type of object. Like yesterday, Chishiya sits on my bed. This time he looks, almost curious.

“Do you know what you wanna draw or paint?”

“Not really. I’m not really an artistic guy.”

“Well you listen to music, music is an art. So you also kinda are.”

“Good point. I was just never really allowed to draw I guess. It was too childish.”

“Wow mom and pops can suck my ass then. It isn’t childish and they surely can’t stop their child from doing something they wanna do.”

I could see him pursing his lips trying not to smile and I smiled at that. 

“Okay so take paper, those first two sketchbooks are empty so you can take one, and you know what? It’ll be yours. No buts.”

He sighs and takes a grey sketchbook from the two empty ones and flips the cover to get to a blank page.

“From there I can’t really tell you what to do. But an advise is that it’s better not to think too much or you’ll spend more time thinking and fearing and getting frustrated than drawing. Let your hand do it, put your brain in autopilot.”

I squeeze his shoulder and this time he doesn’t flinch as bad as the first few times we had physical contact. He nods and gets to work with grey pencils, erasers and a few liners.

As he works on his piece I work on mine. And before I can think about how I didn’t feel as passionate as before about the activity, I switch my thought to the good times I’ve had so far. There weren’t plenty, but there were enough to keep me afloat. Like that day at the stream, the dinner we had after our first game together. When we fucked around during our grocerie runs. When we filled kiddie pools when it ran so we could have water. When we prepared dinner. Our after game hugs. All of those memories, although severely outweighed by the bad ones, were more than enough. And now I got Chishiya. Yesterday was pretty good. Today is going well. And even during the game, having him around wasn’t all that bad.

I stopped drawing when I got the idea of the polaroid camera, I’d take a new picture of the new element in my life, and put it in the photo album. It seems like Chishiya was too concentrated on his piece that he didnt feel me move, and even take a picture. 

There he was, sitting criss cross applesauce, the sketchbook on his left knee as he drew, with a liner pen tucked behind his ear and an eraser in his mouth, aswell as his earphones on. Great first memory.

He looked up at the noise of the picture coming out of the camera and scrunched up his nose.

“Sorry. You looked too cute not to take a picture of.”

“What did you do that for?”

“Memories.”

“Well if you’re gonna make memories, put yourself in them idiot. Sit.”

And I do just that. So he takes the camera from me, points it at us and I smile at it. Then click. And the picture slowly comes out off of the camera and he takes it and shakes it as he puts the camera next to the bed. When the picture clears, I see that I wasn’t the only one smiling, he too had a small soft smile on his face.

So I take a pen and write “New beginnings” on this picture and “New friend” on the previous one. I put both in the album and see that Chishiya holds up an ear bud to me. I take it gladly and continue my piece.

After finishing our drawings I hold mine up for him, it’s colored in reds, creams and blues, it looks like someone falling or drowning. It’s weird but it looks pretty great. When I look at Chishiya’s it’s in shades of grey and black, only one color coming in, a calm hue of dark cyan. It looks like a hole, or a corridor, showing at the end a clear blue sky, or water.

“Wow, your piece looks amazing Chishiya. Clearly your parents can fuck off right now. Who knows what would’ve happened if they let you draw from a young age!” I say as I smile at him and he nods as he looks more into my painting.

“Yours looks great too. I can see your experience. If we were not here, maybe I’d order something from you.”

“Thanks, it means a lot to me.” I say as I take a picture of our pieces side by side, scribble “left brain, right brain” on it, and go to prepare tonights dinner.

And with that we ate. Worked on my japanese like yesterday. Had dinner and went to sleep.

3rd day:

Mornings were rinse and repeat. And this morning after breakfast we decided to just. Listen to music. No words uttered between us. Just the music coming from the earbuds he shared with me. That went on until noon when we had lunch and he decided to break the comfortable silence.

“You took a picture yesterday and put it in an album.”

“Yeah. D’you wanna see it?”

“Wouldn’t wanna impose.”

“Nah it’s okay, you’re a part of it now.” I nod and go to look for it.

Once I have it, I place it on the now clean table and open it on the first page.

“This picture was the second day we were together. Hide found this camera and thought it’d be cool to document our fun moments together. So we did.” The picture was of us three squished together to fit in the small square picture, laughing and pulling faces.

Then was a picture of us roasting marshmallows. One of us dancing to the kitchen radio. Me petting a rabbit. Hide performing for us. Yumeko making karaage. Us cleaning the spot so we can put stuff how we want it. Us singing. Our time in an antique shop. Or in a library. When we found booze at a bar, then when we were shit faced. Tons of drunk pictures. Us in bed when I finally slept more than 3 hours. Pictures of landscapes I took when I was out running. Yumeko’s food pics. Or Hide’s outfits. That time we went clothes shopping and ended up putting on costumes. Or that time we went out when it rained and danced with the radio volume at the max. The rainwater kiddie pool. The bubble blowing competition. And the tennis game in a parking lot.

And then we came across the last pictures with Yumeko and Hide. The ones at the stream. Hide and I bathing. Hide’s selfie. Mine. Yumeko’s. Us three hugging. Yumeko being thrown in the water. Our picnic lunch. The landscape. Our wrists with our friendship bracelets. And just like the first picture, our face sqished together. Ironic isn’t it.

As we looked at every pictures I told Chishiya about the context it was taken in, the anecdotes I had about those two assholes. When we came across the last pictures he knew. My voice although still lively became duller and slightly quieter. Until no noise was heard other than the chirping birds outside and the breeze.

“And three days ago I met that asshole. He’s a med student. He’s got a pretty stupid name and he does seem to have a stick up his ass but he’s alright. He’s pretty cool even. I took that pic of him without him noticing. But he did and so he took one of us together because apparently I have to make memories ‘together’. And those are our drawings together after we were finished. He’s pretty good. Although he lacks substance and makes a few errors when it gets too long-”

He slaps the back of my head as I take his words from two days ago and I laugh. But I look at the pictures and then at him again.

“But if he wasn’t there I think I would’ve ended it all that day. So maybe he’s an ass, but he’s enough to keep me from crumbling. And I know he’s gonna complain about me getting too attached too quickly, but can he blame me?” I look down as I feel tears stinging my eyes.

“No he can’t.” He whispers. “Not when you did a lot more for him than he did for you and he owes you more than his company.” He sighs as he scratches the back of his head. “Plus you can handle yourself, so you’re good company to him too.”

I wipe my eyes and close the album book. I look at him and see him looking out the window so I smile.

“Then I’m glad.” I say as I go to put the album back next to my bed to get started on dinner. And he also gets up and comes with me, silently waiting. He wants to help me cook, so I nod and pass him the pot so he can fill it with water and start to heat it. After cooking some ramen noodles with sauce, chopping some dried meat and dried veggies and putting them in the mix we ate in a comfortable silence. The only sound coming from us eating and the radio.

4rth day:

We hadn’t moved much, neither did we talk much. We only read or listened to music. And it was more than alright after yesterday’s trip down memory lane.

Both of us were naturally quiet persons so we didn’t mind. The silence wasn’t heavy or filled with tension. It was light, like Chishiya and I had an unspoken conversation, a tacit agreement.

That night, Chishiya helped me cook again. And I decided that we could pull out the secret stash of booze beneath the sink.

“Hey Chishiya, you drink?”

“Uh, no not really, why?”

“You wanna?” I say as I show the bottle of whiskey I’m holding to him and he shrugs. Once again taking that as a yes I take two glasses and go to the couch, set the glasses on the small table and uncap the whiskey by turning it and flicking my index finger, which made the cap fly to the table.

“What are you? An alcoholic?”

“Almost.”

“What do you mean almost?”

“I mean I ain’t with my two feet in the grave yet.” I snort as I serve him first then me and after putting the bottle on the table, holding up my glass to him.

He seems to take the hits and clinks his glass with mine before taking a sip and scrunching his face.

“This isn’t japanese whiskey.”

“Nope. I don’t like japanese whiskey and neither did they, that’s scotch wiskey doc.”

“It’s strong.”

“Yeah, it’s real fucking smokey too. Not that it’s a bad thing, at all.”

He nods his head and continues to sip as I get up and go to start the radio, then come back to sip on my drink too. I hum to the song playing and Chishiya just looks ahead of us.

“Hey (y/n), what do you think about the Borderlands?”

I sigh and fill back our glasses. “It’s hell. I mean games, in which if you don’t play you die, if you lose while you play you die, and if you win you’re only allowed to live tranquilly for a few days at most before rinsing and repeating. It also means someone made those games, and that they’re having fun seeing us struggle, die, become monsters and all that.”

I take a deep breath and a few sips before I talk again.

“But I ain’t gonna lie. Here I have something to do. I don’t have to think about how much of a disappointment I am to my family. About what happened before. About making money to live. About studies. About the future. I just have to live in the present. And I don’t have time to be sad about not having a passion anymore, I have a purpose here.”

“Which is?”

“To help people stay alive so they can get out. To make as little casualties as possible.”

“Why did you give yourself that purpose?”

“So I can wake up every day. Before you found me I was having a battle with myself. I killed Yume and Hide, it was either them or me and they wanted me to live. So if I killed myself I’d escape my punishment. So I’m helping people so I can suffer longer and in a way, repent.”

“So that’s what happened. The death of a loved one is hard to bear with but if you were forced to kill them, I can’t even imagine how it feels.”

“Don’t try to, it’s not worth it Chishiya, believe me.”

“I don’t exactly have anyone I love or care about so I can’t really imagine.” He finishes his glass and fills it again as I finish mine and take the bottle to fill it too.

“It’s okay too. To each their lives.” I sigh “And you, what do you think about those shitty Borderlands?”

“They’re fun. I don’t have the pressure of studies. I can test myself. Experience things that not many can. I can be someone, you know?”

“You also don’t have your parents breathing down your neck like the parasites they are.”

“Wow, talking shit I see.”

“Sorry but I’m not a fan of your mom and dad.”

“Dont worry me neither.” To that we both chuckle and Chishiya quickly gets up so I close my eyes and listen to the background music. Soon enough I hear foot steps again and Chishiya is back with the camera which he points to the two of us and so I take the bottle, get right behind him and pull a face. When the picture comes out of the camera, he shakes it and I see him with an eyebrow raised and me with the botlle, my face scrunched up and a smile on my face, both of us starting to get red faced from the strong booze. Chishiya takes a pen from the table and writes “Almost alcoholics” on the bottom of the picture before putting it on the table and taking his drink instead.

“You take pictures now?”

“You seem to like making memories, and I don’t ever remember liking doing something other than when I came here so. I guess I’ll help you document little moments.” He sighs and I smile and bump my shoulder with him.

“Maybe the Bullshitlands aren’t as bad with you around.”

“Glad you think that way. Maybe you’ll make the whole ‘Bullshitlands’ experience nicer too.”

“Aweeeee cutie~~”

“Fuck you.”

“When and where?”

And after that we chuckled and I took a picture of that. Chishiya, glass in hand, smiling with his head thrown back. After hearing the sound he opened his eyes, rolled them, but kept a smile on his face. I took the pen and wrote “The Bullshitlands are better with you around” And we continued our conversation, emptying the whiskey bottle little by little as time passed and then dragged our asses to bed with huge water bottles to keep the hangover at bay.

5th day:

I decided after thinking of it since yesterday, to prepare a picnic for us. We’ll go to the stream today. Chishiya said that he didn’t do these types of things, so why not try it now? It’s best to check the cases in your inexistant bucket list before you die.

So as I cook today’s breakfast I make extras for lunch. I hear the click on the camera and look up at Chishiya who’s shaking the picture.

“You’re making a lot today.”

“Yeah, that’s because we’re going out, to the stream.”

“I don’t have swimming clothes.”

“There’s a shop in the mall. I’m thinner and my bathing suit feels a little too big and floaty on me, so I’ll go with you.”

“Do you even have sunscreen?”

“I do. And in any case there is some downstairs too probably. I know it ain’t your thing but better do it now than never.”

“Fine.”

I smile as I pack the rest of our lunch and put it in the basket. Once we finished eating we went downstairs to look for bathing suits and I settle with a basic one, not too extravagant. Just a black bikini that is convering everything I want the way I want it, I don’t want to wear only a black string I want a swim suit.

And once we’re ready we take off. I take the food and towel filled basket and he takes the umbrella and radio. After 30 minutes we finally arrived and it started to get really hot so I stripped down to my bathing suit, set the towels on the grass as Chishiya set the umbrella and threw myself in the water. Went my head came out I looked up to see the med student with his eyebrows raised and half a smirk. He started the radio and stripped down to his swim suit too only to put just his feet in the water.

“Having fun Nemo.” He says as I lay on my back in a starfish position.

“Nemo?”

“You’re in the water and you’re a clown. So yeah, Nemo.” He chuckles and smirks as I tongue the interior of my cheek.

“Asshole. You really wanna fight huh?”

“And what are you gonna do Nemo? Go looking for your mom?” He splashes water at me with his right foot

I smirk and go to him as he raises his eyebrows. Then I grab his legs and pull him in the water.

“That’s what you get you shit stain! Now Imma call you Dory. ‘Cause you’re a dumbass in the water!” I stick my tongue at him and the plunges my head underwater.

“Fuck you kid.”

“Kid?! How old are you even? Ew don’t tell me you’re fifty-”

“No? What the hell, I’m not fifty.”

“Then don’t call me kid, old man!”

“I call you what I want kiddo.”

“Yeah sure great great grandpa.”

“How old are you even?”

“Twenty one. You?”

“Twenty three.”

“Ew! You are old!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Gladly but I don’t like to be watched.”

And like that we laughed. He actually laughed along and so, I took the camera from the basket and took a pic. He opened his eyes and narrowed them playfully at me as I stick my tongue out at him again. I take a pen and snicker as I write “Old man’s got the stick out of his ass” underneath the picture. And before he could snatch it away from me I stash it away in the basket under the camera and go back in the water.

For a while we just relaxed in the water, with the blazing sun, the small breeze, the birds, the sound of trees and the radio. Until we got hungry and went out of the stream for lunch, of which I took a picture too. After that we just laid on our towels, enjoying the sun and going in the water from time to time when we were too hot. Too soon, the sun started to set and we got dressed, took back our things and travelled back home.

When we got back home, I started to make dinner and once again Chishiya helped. It was all in comfortable silence until I heard him sigh.

“What’s up old man?”

“Nothing. Just, today wasn’t half bad.”

“Aye, thanks. It really wasn’t. Glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled at him and he nodded back, it often was all I got back but it was enough.

After those few words were exchanged the comfortable silence was back. We ate, and went to our beds, doing our things until I eventually fell asleep.

What I didn’t know was that before drifting off to sleep himself, Chishiya put the picture he took during breakfast in the album after scribbling a title on it. It was named “Is that what family’s like?”.

6th day:

Today was the last day we had before our visa expired so after our morning routine I decided to clean the store a little. Just to keep my mind as calm as possible.

“Chishiya, do you want to help me clean?”

Again, he shrugs, then gets up, starting the radio and he takes a broom and starts to clean the ground. I take our bed linens to wash em in the kiddie pool with washing powder. I leave everything outside and heat some water then come back out and work on cleaning the bed linen. I look back after a few dozens of minutes and wipe my forehead, inside I see chishiya cleaning the floor with a mop and a bucket filled with soapy water. I smile at him, he nods back and I get back to work. After I’m done I leave the bed linen to dry in the sun and go to clean our clothes. Of course I ask him before if I can wash his clothes and after I get the green light I start to work. I start to feel the heat get to me but I don’t aknowledge it and finish with cleaning the clothes and hang them up. That’s when I feel a cool cloth on my forehead and look behind me to see Chishiya.

“You’re going to get a heatstroke if you continue. Get inside.”

“Yes doc. Thanks for the cool cloth.”

He hums back and gets inside too. Turns out I was out in the sun for longer than I thought because Chishiya had made lunch. I thank him, he nods, and we eat in a comfortable silence. After lunch I insist I do the dishes since he made the food and so he puts the clean, dry bed linen back on our respective mattresses, folds our clothes, and gets back to the couch where I’m now drifting into a nap. Soon enough I fall alseep. When I wake up and the sun is still high in the sky. It’s probably the middle of the afternoon now. I look at the clock, it’s 3 p.m, still plenty of time.

I yawn and stretch then look to my right where Chishiya is sitting with his earphones on looking at me.

“Good nap?”

“Yeah, it felt nice. Do you wanna do something?”

“Not really. Do you have a thing in mind?”

“Well before games, Yumeko, Hide and I used to do fun things so we can, if we die, at least do so with good memories.”

“Were they big things?”

“Not necessariy. Just, nice things. Do you have anything in mind you want to do?”

“I didn’t really have my rebellious phase growing up because of-”

“Mom and pops those little turds.”

He smirks. “Yeah. So I don’t know I’d like to do things rebellious kids do.”

“Well good for you I was, and still am a rebellious kid!”

He looks at me with a deadpan expression.

“I shit you not Chishiya. I dyed my hair against my parents, got piercings, tattoos and I smoked and drank.”

“Well we already drank.”

“Exactly so now my student, let’s dye our hair!”

“Why dye?”

“Well as a med student I think you wouldn’t want me to pierce and or tattoo you, without experience, in a non sterile environment.”

“True. And why not smoke?”

“I don’t know if your baby lungs can handle it. Plus we need to be at top health in the Borderlands.”

“You got a point.”

And so we went down the stairs and looked through the hair products section. 

“So what do you see yourself as? I think I’d like blue for me, like a nice dark cyan or a teal.” I say as I look through the hair dyes.

“I don’t know, no idea. And why not both?”

“Shit you’re right like the top layers of hair dark and then boom beneath that it’s light. Mhh old man’s got taste.”

“Fuck off.”

“I think for you we should go simple. Like blonde.”

“Blonde?”

“Nonono I got better. Platinum blonde, you see that silvery white blonde? Yeah that. But you got dark hair so it’ll take time. Plus it could ruin your scalp.”

“Whatever.”

“Ah, that’s a rebel child. I’m proud of you dear student of mine.” I say as I wipe a fake tear and he slaps the back of my head. He take the bleaching kits, the dyes and the conditioners.

As we set chairs outside and prepare the bleaching concoctions Chishiya looks at me.

“Why do we have that purple cream?”

“It’s to take the yellow out of your hair. Otherwise you’ll be piss blonde not platinum and I’ll be green and not blue. It’s color theory. Now sit down, we’ll start with you since you need way more bleaching.” With that he nods and sits down. I put petroleum jelly near his hairline and work with the bleaching cream. When I’m done with him I put his hair in plastic wrap I start to work on mine, looking in the mirror I set in front, but all of a sudden Chishiya takes the brush and bowl away from me and works through my hair.

It’s weird that he does it but then again, he’s so gentle that I can’t help but quickly forget the initial shock. As much of an asshole as he can be at times, he was still an intern, so he was used to taking care of people. And not only that but he was also thorough, and didn’t leave a spot of hair untouched. And once he was done, he wrapped by hair the same way as I did for him.

“Wow, you did a good job Chishiya!”

“My mom used to dye her hair so I guess I picked a few things up.” He says as he shrugs. I nod and as an idea comes to mind, quickly run to my bed. Next to it I find the camera which I take with a pen. Then I rush back out, almost tripping on my own feet and to Chishiya’s side.

“We look like dicks! Guess I was right thinking of you as a dickhead!”

And with that I take a picture of us, side by side, with our heads wrapped in plastic wrap. I put the camera next to the mirror and shake the picture. It came out, perfectly, I was smiling big and he, looked scared, digusted or shocked I don’t know, but it was perfect. So I write on the bottom “Dickheads” and put the picture on the ground, under the camera so it doesn’t fly away.

“Haha, great joke.”

“I know I know, go sit and let me do your hair you piece of shit.”

And that’s how we spent the rest of our afternoon. Me bleaching and treating his hair until it was almost white. Him bleaching and dying my hair, two times one for each color. And in the end, we looked pretty good.

“My guy, we look pretty bomb don’t we?”

“I mean...It’s definitely better than I thought.”

“You have such little faith in me Chishiya, like it’s sad.”

“You’re skilled in games but outside of them you’re a complete dumbass.”

“You know what? I’m not even mad, you’re right. I’m just a giant child at this point.” I kneel to get the camera and pointed it at the mirror where I could see myself smiling and do a peace sign and Chishiya was his hands in his pocket, looking almost...proud? Wow, well if he found himself not too ugly then I did my job right I guess.

Click.

The picture comes out and I see something I haven’t noticed. Last second Chishiya did a peace sign too with a smirk on his face. I smile at the picture. And an idea comes to mind for the name, which I hide from blondie who’s not looking at his hair in the mirror.

“Hey help me clean everything up cinderfella!” He whips his head around to look at me with widened eyes, his mouth slightly opened and his eyebrows raised. And then he turns back around, I see his shoulders shaking and look in the mirror, that dumbass forgot he was in front of it and I could see him chuckling with a brighter smile than what he used to give me so quickly I take a picture and hide it in my back pocket.

“What did you call last picture?”

“Oh this one?” I show him the pic of us with dyed hair and he nods and reads.

“Pantone and Cinderfella-”

I laugh and run as he throws the bottles and boxes at me.

“You’re gonna see cinderfella.”

“Oh no Barbie, please don’t murder me I’m too young to die!”

“As if, come here you living swamp.”

Yeah, maybe the Bullshitlands aren’t as bad when you’re around.

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Whew that chapter was fun to write. So I hope y’all will have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. As I said before I’m making Chishiya slightly more emotional, he’s still Chishiya though so don’t worry I’m not gonna change him totally, just make him more gentle. Anyways, this is fluff because the last few chapters have been a bit heavy, so I wanted some happy times before it goes to shit yet again. As always don’t forget to reblog, like and enjoy. Take care you guys!

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