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Have a Sun, Moon, and a StarrSpice!
I’ve been super busy with work and other stuff in my life so I haven’t had the time energy or motivation to really draw all that much, but with things settling down a bit I decided to stretch my drawing muscles and dive back in
And who better to do that with than sun and Moon? The most drawable boys ever
Very self indulgent but very much needed with the chaos in my life lately
It feels good to be back
#I’m a firm believer that they have the dorkiest laughs imaginable#like when they really truly gut busting laugh it’s the silliest sounding thing in the world#and none of you can change my mind#i played around a bit with how I draw moon and I’m really liking the half face thing#it’s been so long#sun and moon my beloved#fnaf sb#moondrop#sundrop#my art#fnaf sun#fnaf security breach#fnaf moon#fanart#self insert#self indulgent#it me!#Starrspice#my hair is turning gray#I’m only 23#my brother was 12 when his started graying#he’s 26 now and his hair has very little brown left#I’m rapidly aging before your very eyes#I really like drawing them like this#maybe it’s time to jump back into my aus with this new art style#we shall see#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#the daycare attendant
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smoked out
fernando alonso & lance stroll
tags: smut/pwp, weed smoking/recreational drug use, threesome, age gap (25/26/43), montreal, cowgirl position, oral sex (fernando receiving), poor lance
a/n: this one goes out to the seven strollonso fans, i hope this is something! this has also made me really want to pick up a joint... also please remember to consume recreational drugs carefully! do not take something if you don't want to and make sure if you do you're with people you trust and will take care of you!! - this includes alcohol!
montreal, qc - january
the two of them knew it was wrong. any moment of any day there could be a drug test at their door. but it was the off-season, just after new years and you were more than happy to pick up a little big of grass for your boyfriend and his teammate.
except many thought that lance was your boyfriend and not the older and (no-so) wiser fernando. you were seated in front of the couch in front of the coffee table while you worked your magic under the careful gaze of your older lover.
"does this look good?" you looked over to fernando on the couch. he looked at the joint then at you. he rubbed the back of your head and you smiled up at him, "c'mon, speak to me, honey or else you're not getting any."
fernando replied, "oh, so you're going to give it all to lance?" he looked over at the other man on the loveseat, he had a beer in his hand and had been nursing it most of the evening. fernando turned back to you and leaned forward to be closer in your space. he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, "i think he'd die after one hit."
lance perked up and said, "i've smoked weed before!" his brown eyes wide at the accusation that he was new to this. it made you and fernando laugh. he felt his cheeks grow a little pink, "i mean... ya know, i have had it... once." that was a lie, it was a total lie. it was a party in high school and he pretended to smoke.
you snickered and looked up at fernando, "oh, we're gonna have so much fun with him tonight." and reached up to your lover with your free hand and gave him a pat on his cheek. you and fernando were seasoned, at the very least, fernando was a little more seasoned than you.
he told you all matters of stories from his early days in formula one. he chuckled once, "you think i had that facial hair while i was totally sober." and you on the other hand, were not an angel, despite fernando's nickname towards you. you went to cegep and then university. plus with the stuff now more legal than air, it wasn't hard to get your hands on it.
you eyed the joint before you got up and onto the couch. the rolling tray left behind on the table. you tucked yourself into fernando's shoulder and looked at him.
lance leaned forward in the loveseat and took a sip of his beer as he watched you light up. in the warm lighting of your apartment (where smoking was allowed) the canadian driver watched you take the first drag of the joint. you giggled a little as you exhaled the smoke into your lover's face. lance swallowed and admired you two.
you looked over to the other man while you handed fernando the joint and beckoned the other driver to come over, "oh my god, we're not gonna bite." and lance had never moved so quickly to his feet.
you were sandwiched between them as fernando had a smoke as casual as drinking win. he looked away from the two of you to exhale, he was polite. he took another drag before he handed it to lance.
lance took it nervously and you were much closer in his space. your arm draped around his shoulders as you giggled. you asked if he needed help and he nodded in response. your breasts pressed up against him as you coached him through a proper inhale.
"and don't hold it in your lungs, it doesn't make you anymore high. if anything it could burn them and cause more problems." then you made a pleased noise when he exhaled and coughed loudly.
lance wheezed and hit his chest as he coughed through the exhale. but you were right there, hand on his back. and then when he looked at you with glassy eyes, you only smiled and kissed him. fernando alonso's (problematically) younger girlfriend was kissing him. when lance opened his eyes to see fernando's response, the older man simply took the joint from him and laughed.
the other driver said, "be careful there, lancito. she can get a little handsy when she smokes." then took another drag, smirking around it.
you were still kissing lance once more. your hand slid up his dark t-shirt and you giggled against the kiss. soon you felt the weight of your lover up against your behind, with your front against his teammate. pressed between both men as you felt their erections up against you. the three of you kissed, smoked and felt up one another. with fernando even landing a long earned kiss on his teammates mouth.
you pulled away from a kiss with fernando and leaned back against lance. your throat felt dry and your head was full of marijuana high. but you didn't care, you loved the feeling of being between the two men. you chuckled as you asked, "i don't wanna mess up my couch. why don't we take this to bed?"
lance never thought he'd ever see you naked, not when you were stumbling over yourself as you dragged them both into the bedroom. your king sized bed (purchased by fernando) sat proudly up against the wall and before he could bat his eyes, you were struggling to get out of the slightly baggy aston martin shirt that you had been wearing. the visual of seeing you smoking a joint while wearing the teams t-shirt scratched an itch in lance's brain that he didn't think was there. didn't help that you were barely wearing anything underneath it. yoga shorts that basically showed your ass when you bent over.
before lance could go to the belt of his jeans, he looked at his teammate and fernando wasn't even looking at him. too engrossed in your state of undress. he caught lance looking at him and said, "you can sit and watch, or you can join. teammates share." then winked at the other man.
lance was often curious about the behind the scenes of formula one in earlier decades, but something in his head suggested that it was a lot of this. and by the sight of you, now fully undressed, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.
fernando palmed himself through his jeans for a moment as he watched lance get undressed. it was a cute sight, to see his little girlfriend and his teammate on the bed together. seemed like you didn't need the help of a little herb to get this comfortable. he directed his attention to lance and said, "say something nice about her, she might get the wrong idea."
you looked at lance and pushed some of your hair out of your hair. you smiled at him, the kind of smile that drew the other driver in. you felt the uptick in your heart when lance replied.
"i sometimes wonder how could an angel like her, end up with you, nando." he chuckled then worked the belt of his jeans. he was painfully hard. it wasn't just primal stimulation or the drugs. you were fucking hot. he looked at you further and added, "i'm sorry, man, but... she's quite the looker." then looked at his teammate, "do you have blackmail or something?"
fernando replied while you giggled, "keep talking like that and i'll send you home." his tone was tense in a way that excited you and lance. the two men stripped down and fernando was on the bed.
lance moved without thinking, following with whatever you and fernando wanted. the spanish driver was propped up against the headboard with lance on his back, his mouth close to his cock. and you swung one leg over lance's waist with both hands on his toned stomach.
you gave a knowing look to fernando before you giggled. and your lover winked at you before your expression turned tense for a moment as you sank down on lance's cock. it soon turned to an expression of bliss as you started to move your hips against the aston martin driver.
"you want to be good like her, right? then suck me off, lance." fernando cooed and it made excitement bubble up in the canadian driver. fernando shuddered when lance kissed his cock before he started to suck him off like he had done it (or rather dreamed it) a million times.
lance groaned with his teammate's cock in his mouth as you rode him. there was enough room on the bed for the three of you to fuck to your heart's content. his dark eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure. he had never done something exactly like this, but he was egged on by the noises you and fernando were making.
he liked this a lot.
you giggled before you rubbed your dry eyes, the high in your body was heightened by the feeling of pleasure in your blood, "he looks cute when he's giving head." you ranked your fingers down his chest as you worked his length.
the entire room felt the pleasure between the three of you, the bed rocked a little bit from the movements as you moved with a certain pace. mostly you set it with your movements which lance followed with sucking fernando's cock.
you trailed your nails down the canadian's chest and giggled as you looked to your lover, "quite the ride."
"quite the sucker too." fernando laughed. the three of you incredibly high from an evening of smoking. you knew your apartment would smell like weed for a little while longer. but none of your cared, you'll air it out eventually. it wouldn't be any worse than the smell of sex in your shared bedroom with fernando.
you leaned in to kiss fernando and placed a hand on his collarbone, "fuck, honey." it was quite a feeling kissing the man you loved while you also rode his teammate like a stallion. lance's cock felt good, rubbed up against all the right areas. you knew the pleasure would be tenfold thanks to the weed, but this was unexpected. you held onto fernando's chin while you placed a hand on lance's chest. you moaned into your lover's mouth while you fucked the other man perfectly.
lance continued to suck fernando's cock, which made the older man moan into your kiss as well, he panted heavily when you pulled away and took you by the hips to fuck lance faster. the bed really rocked with the three of you as pleasure coursed through your systems.
your head felt full of cotton in the best way possible. fluffy filling tainted with a sexual euphoria that made your skull throb. you loved this. you whined against fernando, "fuck. we should've done this ages ago."
"good things come to those who wait." your lover replied as he choked lance a little bit on his cock which only made his cock cock twitch inside of you, "i have a feeling he has done this before with other lovers."
you looked over and patted his flustered face, "wouldn't be surprised. too cute not to pass up." you giggled as you really worked yourself on his cock. you could feel the blooming pleasure and the heat in your blood. you couldn't help but giggle from the feeling of it, the high graced your brain with heightened feelings that only made you giggle as you rode him.
the two men were loving it as well. the three of you moved perfectly. in a way perfect for one another. you were perfect for fernando as his partner and fernando was good for lance as a teammate. and you and lance simply got along perfectly, often leaving fernando's unable to think of much else besides the two of you.
lance worked his mouth on fernando's cock and you worked lance's cock. you tongue grazed along lance's neck and he felt a shudder of want through him. he held onto you a little tighter and met your thrusts, he bounced you on his cock with a heated fever.
this little game wasn't going to last forever. you could feel the tension in your thighs from your movements. it was hard to ride for what felt like so long. but you were determined as you laid a single hickey on lance's chest, which almost made him finish right there and then.
fernando knew what you could be like in the bedroom. a little toublemaker. after all, he taught you all of his tricks. you could easily ruin any man. lance should be lucky that he was brought into the fold. fernando wouldn't let anyone touch what was his. he did have to admire that you looked pretty riding lance.
"fuck, lance. fernando." you groaned as you continued to ride them. your thighs ached in the best was possible and you felt a splash of euphoria over you. it wasn't much longer before lance came as you kissed his neck.
he kept his mouth on fernando's cock and continued to suck him off while he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you came soon after, pleasure hit and you happily rode through your climax before fernando finished down lance's throat while he kissed you deeply. all three of you were spent. lance even coughed from the salty taste in his mouth.
"holy shit." you exhaled while fernando patted your cheek and kissed lance. you were soon laid in between them. your cheek pressed against fernando's shoulder with lance's arm around your bare middle. lance giggled a little and you giggled in return. you looked over to the canadian driver and asked, "what are you laughing at?"
"nothing. never though i'd give head to my driving idol."
fernando rubbed your cheek and replied to lance, "keep it up and it won't be the last time." his high was starting to fade, but you and lance were still quite high. he kissed you both on the head before he said, "let me get you two some water." but before he could slip out of bed, two pairs of hands pulled him back in.
he looked at you and lance, you both were grinning like fools. before he could say anything you tapped his lips and said, "oh you thought we were done here, nando? nu-uh." and the older driver realized that he was going to get the best head of his life. <3
#bunny writes#strollonso x reader#strollonso#lance stroll#lance stroll x reader#lance stroll smut#fernando alonso x reader#fernando alonso smut#fernando alonso#fa14 x reader#fa14 smut#fa14#ls18 smut#ls18#ls18 x reader#f1 x reader#reader insert#formula 1#formula one imagine#formula one fanfiction#f1 smut#formula one smut
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Character Intro: Aleksi Eskola
moodboard (eventually ☝️😔)
“I swear to you—I will not falter. I will not leave you. I promise.”
Basics:
Pronouns: he/him
Species: Halfling (Tiefling / Human)
Age: 26
MBTI: idk
Voice Claim: idk
Physical:
6’0
Build: Muscular, a bit of fat
Skin: Pale
Hair: Dirty blond
Eyes: Left eye is medium brown, right eye is sky blue
Special Features: Very cold due to his ice magic, little brown horn nubs, long thin tail with a brown tuft at the end
Personality:
Aleksi is a very reserved man. He loves his solitude, but will occasionally permit someone to infringe on it. He’s quite polite, but this politeness comes with a bit of a drawback—he’s a bit of a pushover. He’s working on it, but it’s an uphill battle.
Speaking Style: Aleksi is a very quiet person, preferring to speak very little. This hesitance to speak is amplified by the fact that he isn’t too fluent in Niali. He tries his best, and uses simpler words and gets right to the point.
Likes: sparring, being right, brushing his hair, honor, his family, good food, the color orange (with THAT color pallet???? I’m a lil sus 🤨), the cold, snow, dogs, griffins, music, drinks, his axe
Dislikes: duty, authority, bananas, dirty fighting, being outmatched, his magic, tiny spaces, liars, losing
Main Goal: “I want to be okay. I’d like to do my job. And eventually… get back with the Azari…”
Backstory (in progress—have a silly lil WIP):
Aleski Eskola was born in Axedomin, a snowy, barren landscape known for little else. He lived with his family, and his village was a small, close-knit one. It was here that Aleksi learned the value of family.
It was also where he learned the cruel nature of the world.
Le bullet point format:
very nice family
very chill (weather and demeanor)
winter comes
the snow piles up
"oh well that's normal ya know" says the fam and they do their things as normal
so they send aleksi and Cinnamon the Honse to do smth
but then AVALANCHE
and now they dead
very sad very dramatic
anywho
the village is dead so aleksi goes to Nialon for work
he sells Cinnamon bc he has no monies
:(
and then he meets Dianthe (another character)
n dia gets him to join the Azari
that's how he meets Felix n Kaiden
yay
BUT THEN
they (alek n dia) go on a mission
dia dies :(((
oh well now since his grieving period is up he’s gotta work 🤷♀️
“wait maybe I could like. do some Easier stuff to uh. ease myself back into work???”
“Uh sure okay yea join those losers 👉”
“Wait who’re the loser— oh my gods.”
👉losers👈 (the main gang)
ta daaaaa
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I am on my hands and knees begging you to tell me some of your Secco headcanons 🙏
Ok! I saved this ask for Secco Saturday!
Here's a bunch of stuff that's not in any sort of order
I think Secco Rottario is around 26 or so during Part 5.
He's canonically not very good with technology. However, I think if you were to dump him in the middle of the woods for a few days with nothing but a bindle and a dream, he'd be okay! He'd be fine! He'd probably even come back carrying food he hunted and foraged for!
Secco from the main universe to me has blonde hair. In the Jorge Joestar universe, he has a mop of dark brown/black hair. Main universe Secco's hair is natural, Jorge Joestar Secco's hair is not.
Secco has a tattoo of a chocolate bar (dedicated to you know who) as well as other smaller tattoos in miscellaneous areas.
Speaking of tattoos! Jorge Joestar Secco has an Evil Dead chainsaw tattoo.
He doesn't talk much around other people, especially around people in Passione. He mostly listens in on other's conversations, using false rumors (i.e., stuff about lobotomy) about him and Cioccolata to his advantage.
Only a select few people in Passione have been able to figure out what the fuck his deal is. Those people are Cioccolata, Tiziano, and Bruno. Cioccolata doesn't need an explanation, Secco trusts this man to the point of joining the mafia with him. Tiziano is a lawyer, so it's kinda his job to pick apart people's personas and arguments, plus his stand is the lie detector stand. And we were there with Bruno.
Secco usually can't find his words for some things. But he knows a scary amount of anatomical vocabulary, all from experience and studying with his doctor. The word 'bitch' has left the room and in its place came 'Scapula', 'Tibia', and 'Vertebral Column'
If you ask Secco to play SSB with you, he's picking Mr. Game & Watch and will be struggling the whole time. If you have the DLC characters, he'll pick Minecraft Zombie and will be struggling the whole time.
He's a little freak at Poker! He's got one hell of a poker face, plus if he's up against people who've never seen him face to face before, he has the added benefit of mystery and intimidation on his side.
Secco probably lies a lot about his life before Passione. From "I lived in an abandoned theme park with 3 roommates" to "I was created in a lab by the Italian government, but I escaped." The truth is probably incredibly mundane in comparison. Again, only Cioccolata knows the truth, and he's NOT spilling the beans. He probably even adds to the lies like a yes and improv scene.
He's not picky at all with food. He ate a dirt off the ground, c'mon now.
#secco saturday#cioccolata#secco#seccolata#jjba#part 5#unita speciale#im not tagging any of the other characters because i dont want to curse the people going in their tags with 1 mention of them & nothing else#anyway um! haha have a late ass post!
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| sandra oh & she/her | Congratulations, JEAN KIM survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another EMERGENCY DOCTOR, plus they’re only FOURTY FIVE years old. Crazy to think, it’s been 14 MONTHS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the RESIDENTIAL AREA. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember VANCOUVER, CANADA, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were PICKING HER SON FROM COLLEGE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully QUICK THINKING and CLOSED OFF, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play ZOMBIE by THE CRAMBERRIES this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors.
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: jean kim
NICKNAMES: n/a
BIRTHDAY: september 5th
AGE: 45
HOMETOWN: vancouver, canada
BIRTHPLACE: vancouver, canada
RELIGION: atheist
EDUCATION: doctor of medicine from ubc
RELATIONSHIP STATUS/FAMILY: married, husband back home. one child (21-26 years old, wc possibility)
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
HEIGHT: 5'6"
EYES: brown
HAIR: black, long and wavey. usually tied up in a bun to keep it out of her face
BUILD: slim, curvy
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: n/a
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR
HOBBIES: reading, sewing, studying, obsessively cleaning her house
LIKES: flowers, organization, the smell of fresh cut grass
DISLIKES: small talks but also deep talks, when she can't find a solution, sharing her feelings
QUIRKS: will take down her hair only to tie it back up ten seconds later, talks with her hands
STRENGTHS: smart, quick thinking, steadfast
WEAKNESSES: closed off, secretive, unemotional
WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN THEY SAW THE TREE AND THE MURDER OF CROWS? WHERE WERE THEY GOING? WERE THEY TRAVELLING ALONE? HOW DID THEY FEEL?
jean had just picked her kid up from college and was on their way back to bring them home for the summer. she was excited to have her not-so baby home again and to hear all about their year. they were chatting away, filling each other in on what was going on in their lives. about half way through the drive, her husband got off work and gave them a call. they were about thirty minutes away from home when they saw the tree. "honey, i'm going to have to call you back, there's a damn tree in the middle of the road," was the last thing she said to her husband. they got out of the car and tried to see if it could be moved. "maybe we can circle back around and find a different way?" she said when the crows started cawing over head. she didn't like this feeling, it was very ominous.
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST DAY/NIGHT IN TOWN. DID THEY ARRIVE IN THE DAYTIME? WERE THEY WARNED BY THE RESIDENTS? DID THEY HAVE TO BE RESTRAINED?
jean and her kid arrived during the day. they drove into town and stopped at the dinner for directions. she was pointed in the way of the supposed highway but when they started driving again, they just looped back into the town. she started to panic a little but kept it to herself, not wanting her kid to know she was worried. they looped around three times before finally getting out again and asking what the hell was going on. that was when they got the real story of what was going on. she didn't want to believe it. she was a woman of science, she didn't believe in monsters or magic or mystery towns that didn't let you leave. the beginning was hard. she learned quickly that this place wasn't a joke. all she wanted to do was keep her kid safe and try to find a way out of here.
WHAT DID THEY LEAVE BEHIND? WHAT WAS THEIR LIFE LIKE ON THE OUTSIDE?
she left behind her husband whom she loves with all her heart. he was a kind man and a great father. he was also a doctor but while jean worked in a hospital, he had his own practice as a pedestrian. she still has hope of getting out of this place but for now, she helps out at the clinic in town.
wanted connections
mommy and me group: others in town with children, either those in town or ones that are outside. they stick together and help each other out when they needed an extra hand
drinking buddies: jean was a lover of wine back home but the choices are limited here. she tends to frequent the lost and found bar after a hard day at the clinic
friends with benefits/affair: jean still loves her husband very much and wants to get back to him. but....sometimes things happen. maybe there was tension growing for awhile, maybe it was a drunk mistake. either way, jean has needs and can't help herself when they're around. she keeps it a secret and refuses to get close enough to develop feelings (at least that's what she tells herself) bonus points if it's gay and her bisexual awakening
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Muse list:
Jameson “Jamie” Westing:
Gay, transman, he/him. 44 y/o. Werewolf(turned). British.
A deeply traumatized and paranoid man with a heart of gold.
He is highly anxious at times and tends to worry what others think of him, but he is generally kind to most, if not all, people. He can be very stubborn and reckless sometimes, which might lead to trouble depending on if he’s persuaded to not do whatever incredibly stupid thing he’s thinking of doing.
He enjoys gardening and writing, and just chilling out at home or outside alone, and he prefers being left out of any crazy situations.
Has “need for revenge” problems sometimes, but it’s OK. He’s normal.
It is highly recommended to avoid being near him on full moons.
He is currently living with his friend, @/the-drunken-undead's Reaper.
Works at a small antique store.
Cas’ boyfriend.
Jamie is mute and will use either sign, TTS, or write. "His dialogue looks like this".
Status: Available
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Cassidy “Cas” Martin:
Bi, transmasc, he/him. 46 y/o. Werewolf(born into it). Southern, American.
A confident and easygoing man, Cas is eager to make friends, or at the very least acquaintances, with most people he meets. He tends to be pretty level-headed and knows that things need to be thought through before acting on it, if possible.
Despite being very sociable, he does enjoy being alone, and sometimes gets drained after spending time with others. He likes fishing, drawing, and exploring wooded areas and abandoned places.
He had head trauma some years ago that affected his sense of smell, causing it to be worse than the average (human)person’s.
Unlike Jamie, he is not typically violent when turned, and tends to just sleep or roam around.
Cassidy lives in a small house in town and works as a mechanic at an auto shop.
Jamie’s boyfriend.
“His dialogue looks like this.”
Status: Available
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Killian Hayes:
Ace lesbian. trans butch. She/her. 34 y/o. Human. American, southern.
A once normal person with a very long history of loss, Killian decided to give up on life. But one day she came face-to-face with an angel who promised that she’d take her pain away. Unfortunately, this was not the case and now she’s stuck with them.
Killian tends to be rather guarded and quiet, sometimes coming across as rude, but she isn’t a mean person. Any “toughness” she has acts more as a shield. She likes dogs and cats. Her favorite bands are Opeth and Mastodon. She loves paella, her truck, and long walks on the beach.
Lives in a cabin in the woods with Sirius. Works as a butcher at a grocery store.
“Her dialogue looks like this”.
Status: Available
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Sirius:
Lesbian. She/her or they/them. Non-binary woman. Uses fem labels(miss/lady/etc.) 26. Angel.
Awkward. Very overly-cautious of strangers and any kindness shown from them and may come across as cold, but once she gets to know someone, she becomes very sweet. She loves people(that she knows) and craves comfort. Loves animals. Is a sweetie
Killian’s roommate
"Their dialogue looks like this".
Status: Available
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muse appearance descriptions:
Jamie -
Body: 6'0ft tall, heavyset. round features.
Skin: rosy, moles, covered in sunspots, many scars, wrinkles, a few small flowers on his forearm and on his opposite shoulder, a crescent moon tattooed on the side of his wrist, three of swords on his chest. All tattoos are black and slightly faded.
Hair: Dark brown with gray streaks, wavy at the ends, past his shoulders. Facial hair: Mustache and some beard stubble.
Eye: Brown, downturned, dark circles. Has tapetum lucidum- the thing most animals(in his case, canines) have where their eyes “glow” and reflect light.
Usual clothes: Pants, plain shirt under a green flannel shirt, brown boots, a small gold necklace with a little gold charm, a watch, a few small gold rings on his fingers. Typically wears a brown jacket with soft lining when outside.
Misc: Missing an eye and a hand. Double lobe piercings on one ear, single on the other. Broken/crooked nose. Fangs. Gap between top front two teeth. Constantly looks sad or vaguely worried. Large claw scar across his face. Sometimes Cassidy paints his nails for him.
When turned: Large kind of fluffy wolf-monster with dark brown fur, gray around his muzzle. Mane of hair/fur that typically hangs in his face, which trails down his back to a short tail. Black claws. One upper pair of fangs poke out of his mouth a bit. Missing hand and eye and all his scars are the same as when he’s not turned.
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Cassidy -
Body: 5’11ft, heavyset. Square features.
Skin: Warm-toned brown. Wrinkles. A few scars here and there, most noticeable being a small cut on his forehead over his eyebrow and a burn on his hand that snakes up the side of his arm, reaching his elbow. Some tattoos of vines and lilies on his right arm/shoulder that trail toward his collar.
Hair: Black with some gray speckled throughout. Typically wears his hair in boxbraids that reach his shoulders, which he tends to have tied up. Facial hair: Stubble.
Eyes: Dark brown, almond. Has tapeum lucidum.
Usual clothes: jeans, shirt, denim jacket, work boots. A ring or two on his right hand, and a watch.
Misc: pierced ears, nose piercing- hoop, jewelry is gold. Canines are slightly sharper than normal, but not too noticeable unless you’re really looking. He has some small “metal things” along his spine and some scars around that area as well from him trying to claw at them. Sometimes he paints his nails.
When turned: Large wolf-monster with short black and brown curly fur, and gray around his muzzle. Short mane of hair/fur with his braids, doesn’t cover his face. Long-ish tail. Black claws. Scars and the bits of metal are the same as when he isn’t turned.
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Killian -
Body: 5'8ft tall, stocky. Round features.
Skin: Deep tan/olive, wrinkles. A small scar on her upper lip. Covered in dark, intricate tattoos from the neck down, an X tattooed under her left eye, a dagger beside her ear. All tattoos are black.
Hair: dyed dark red, shaved.
Eyes: black. upturned, dark circles.
Usual clothes: all black. Tanktop, jeans, belt, leather combat boots. Usually has on a very well-loved leather jacket with some metal band/miscellaneous patches sewn on and random pins attached when outside. Sometimes wears a little beaded bracelet with a star charm on it, and a plain watch.
Misc: Ears are heavily pierced, and lobes stretched to ~2inches. Septum, jestrum, 3 lip rings, right eyebrow. Wears glasses.
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Sirius -
Body: 5’2ft. Thin-ish/curvy. Square-ish soft features.
Skin: cool-dark brown. Freckles
Hair: really dark purple-black. Past shoulders. Tight curls.
Eyes: Large, deep-set. A dark, cool-toned red. Slit pupils. Bags under her eyes
Usual clothes: a lavender lace corset-top, jeans, heeled boots, plain white velvet choker. Sometimes wears a little fluffy coat. Wears light makeup
Misc: Very short claw-like nails, painted purple. Small fangs. Ears have a few small piercings, and she has a nose piercing that’s shaped like a small heart. She has a large scar covering most of her back.
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#*the color of their statuses correspond to their moods#ooc#rp#muse list#muse descriptions#Muse: Jamie#Muse: Cas#Muse: Killian#Muse: Sirius#muse: Deirdre#added that last bit so i dont have to describe them in threads
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Welcome to Aurora Bay, [LUNA IONA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JANEL PARRISH]. You must be the [37] year old [MUSIC TEACHER AT AURORA BAY GRADE SCHOOL]. Word is you’re [CREATIVE] but can also be a bit [OVERBEARING] and your favorite song is [MAKE ME FEEL by JANELLE MONAE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
[ treasured by bijou, 23, she/her, EST ]
GENERAL INFO
full name. luna xiang iona nickname(s). lulu, pidge, mama birthdate. june 23rd, 1986 birthplace. kailua-kona, hawaii, the united states zodiac. cancer sun, taurus rising, capricorn moon gender identity. cis woman (she/her) orientation. heterosexual occupation. music teacher at aurora bay grade school
APPEARANCE INFO
weight. 127 lbs height. 157 cm (5'2") build. petite. eye colour. brown hair colour / style. natural brunette, loves wearing it half up/half down with bows or other things to accessorize! complexion. more oily than dry, olive undertones. distinguishing features? she has a birthmark on her right cheek, near her nose and just under her eye.
PERSONALITY INFO
positive traits. creative, motherly, optimistic, romantic negative traits. overbearing, stubborn, hot-headed fears. her son getting hurt, losing her job, being hated likes.
pastels + neutrals
puzzles!
playing piano
teaching!! she loves all sorts of teaching
romance novels / shows / movies
tarot reading
dislikes.
disrespectful students
racists (+other bigotry)
donuts
being angry
FAMILY INFO
father. makani iona mother. beth davies sibling(s). unnamed sister (younger) children? yes, one son named Benjamin pet(s). a golden retriever puppy named freddie, and 2 cats (coffee and creamer. they are siblings and their breed is burmese!!)
BIOGRAPHY
tw// domestic abuse, alcoholism, pregnancy, death
luna was born into a home that wasn't exactly stable. her parents were constantly fighting, mainly over makani's (her father) alcohol use. luna remembers the night she spent holding her younger sister as she cried, whilst her parents fought only one room over. nothing changed for years, until finally makani had a little too much to drink. instead of taking his anger out on a wall (like he normally would), he actually took it out on beth (luna's mother) instead. that was the final straw - luna took it upon herself to stop her dad for good. one day, when her father was out buying more liquor, she convinced her mother to pack. beth actually listened.. packing as fast as she could before finally filling the car with both bags and her children.
luna hasn't been back to hawaii since. she was 16 when they left, and the way she saw her father treat her mother... she was worried she would find someone like him - someone sweet with honeyed words but their actions say the reverse. yet that wasn't true, as when she was 26, she finally met the love of her life... cullen monroe.
they met in a wendy's, totally romantic, right? the moment he shared his fries, luna was hooked. even when cullen was hired on the police force, whilst she was worried for him, she supported every decision.
a few years later, cullen comes home to a nervous luna. he's confused, until she pulls out the pregnancy test that is positive. he's ecstatic, picking her up and twirling her around the room before whispering sweet words to her stomach. that very same year.. things went very wrong.
cullen wasn't answering luna's texts. she's 8 months pregnant, sore practically everywhere. that's when the door bell rings, the small female struggling to stand before walking to the door. as she opens it, she's greeted by the chief of police.. telling her that cullen was killed by a rogue shooter that very night.
the chief will never forget the sound that came from her.
when benjamin is born, she finally can't take it anymore - so she packs up and moves once more. this time, to aurora bay. she's been there for 5 years now.
#aurorabay.intro#⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ luna ( about + headcanons )#tw: alcholism#tw: domestic abuse#tw: pregnancy#tw: death
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Theory 1
(Image via Afton_R0botics on Twitter)
I remember when this licensing certificate was revealed last year, and a lot of people brushed it off (and it still might mean nothing), but I do find it strange that it was created at all. No one can even see it (at least the audience can’t), and it’s not brought up at all in the first film. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, most of the timeline is left extremely vague (with most event years/character ages being given to us through the novel). Which leads me to the conclusion that this certificate was created for a specific lore reason.
(Minor spoilers/leaks for the FNAF 2 movie)!!
Breaking everything down:
On the certificate we see that the date for its issue is April 5th, 1979.
We can take this to mean the certificate was issued on that date, but there’s indication that this is the first (or last) registration the restaurant received.
By that I mean, considering the registration expiration date is the very next year (1980), and the MCI happened in ‘87, then the issue date probably isn’t an indication of when the restaurant opened or closed.
The MCI happening in ‘87 is more of guesswork than anything else.
I know it’s off topic, but stay with me.
Garrett was taken in ‘87 (there’s a lot wrong with the novels, but I’m sticking with the years/ages for the sake of ease).
Vanessa shows Mike a picture of her as a child, holding Garrett’s toy plane.
Freddy’s was mentioned as going out of business in the “80s.”
So, assuming that Garrett was murdered first, because of the photo with Vanessa, and Freddy’s still being in business. BUT that it soon went out of business following the death of five children, that places the year of the MCI between 1987-1989.
Anyway, going back to the certificate, since the certificate isn’t an indication of the restaurant being established or closing down, who’s to say that this certificate isn’t the first license the restaurant held?
Maybe Freddy’s as an LLC opened its doors as a completely different restaurant in 1979?
Tons of restaurants possess different LLCs than the actual name of the restaurant (e.g “Yum! Brands,” for Pizza Hut, KFC, and Taco Bell. Of course that’s a larger brand, but my point stands).
Some of the leakers on Twitter (and I’m taking anything they say with a grain of salt) hinted at Fredbears being a thing.
Parts of a theory:
As I mentioned in a previous post, there was a casting call for a four-year-old girl. And it's said to be a “key” role. They also specify that they want her to have dark brown hair.
If the LLC really was established in 1979, then that could mean the little girl was born in 1975.
Mike - and I know that’s a crazy left turn - is twenty-five in 2000. He’s 12 in 1987, and 8 in 1983.
Which would place his birthday somewhere between 1974-1975.
Which would mean he would also be four in 1979 - the same year Fredbear’s was established.
Deducer (again grain of salt) mentioned a “plot twist of the century” (which I’m going to make a post about later on), which could mean several things.
Speculating:
Fredbear’s opened in spring of 1979.
The two owners, William Afton and Henry Emily (?) run the business together.
William has a daughter (and perhaps a son? I’m of the belief that the blond ghost boy is Vanessa’s brother, and maybe even her twin. This would actually pair nicely with the rest of this theory).
Vanessa is 26 in 2000 (judging by the casting asking for a nine-year-old girl, versus the casting call for Young Michael which states they want an 8-year-old boy), placing her b-day between 1973-1974.
Mike is 25, putting his b-day between 1974-1975.
Henry has two children (maybe three, considering the casting call for an older sister). A boy and a girl that are fraternal twins.
Everything is fine for a while, but during the fall of 1979 or 1980, something happens.
The DCI or a bite of some sort or maybe even the murder of Henry’s daughter.
Likely a combination of different incidents.
Speculating and rambling:
The aftermath of Charlie’s murder could play out a million different ways.
Maybe the man in Mike’s dream, or “Mr. Schmidt,” is actually his dad. But Mrs. Schmidt isn’t his mom.
Maybe Henry started over after Charlie’s death, marrying a different woman, and eventually having two more children.
Maybe Henry gave Mike up for adoption.
The reason Mike couldn’t remember Freddy’s was because of trauma and being so young when everything happened (and in the case of Henry moving on, he might not want to talk about Freddy’s because of his own trauma).
Problems with this theory:
The scene with young Michael and the little girl (assuming they’ll share a scene) is likely to take place in ‘83 (because the casting wants an 8-year-old boy).
The licensing is likely a set piece to add to the atmosphere.
A lot of this theory relies on circumstantial evidence.
Either way, I love it. I enjoy soap-opera family dramas in movies. And if there’s actually a plot twist in the second move, then I want it to be good.
I’ll be posting a theory about the upcoming movie (mostly about the different family dynamics for Mike and his arc) at least once a week.
Thanks for listening to me ramble <33
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Muse List for B3AST0FBURD3N
This is the last time I'm gonna switch between multi/single I swEAR
All in fc3, 2012 for ease of timeline management. those without full bios will have them soon.
PRIMARY:
Eden Seed (21) - Daughter of The Father himself, Eden holds her values and beliefs close to her chest. She is strong and independent, slow to friendship but fiercely loyal and always willing to do what it takes to get the job done. PROUD, ENVIOUS and WRATHFUL. She values softness and kindness in others while never allowing herself the same grace. Eden does not command respect, she’s too awkward, but at least now the pirates have stopped calling her Angel.
She can often be found working around the North island, handling shipments, hunting, or, if others are doing the same, relaxing by the water.
Notable physical traits: Eden has heterochromia (ITS PLOT OKAY) blue/brown, short blonde hair buzzed except in the front and back (think mohawk without the middle. mowk), covered in religious scars and tattoos, 5'9. FC is Kristen Stewart.
quick bio, characterhub (full bio, outdated tbh)
She also has fc4/ 5/ ND details, to be discussed later when I actually write them down
THE REST:
Atticus Hayes (34) - Will not answer to Atticus, you’re better off with just Hayes. Overgrown manchild, just as awkward as his friend and roommate, Eden, without the foresight to stop talking. Lazy hedonist, complainer, annoyance. Just as sexist and grotesque as the rest of the pirates. Despite being in the military, his personality led to him not being invited to the privateers. Hayes tries to avoid work as much as possible, he's often lounging at a bar or hanging around other pirates, annoying them with his constant rambling.
Notable physical traits: Absolutely covered in scars. 2012 pre-Brody sees most of them on his body, including the lack of both little fingers, left middle and right ring fingers. 2012 Post-Brody includes fresh slices across his face (skin no longer dangling, thank you medic) from his former best friend. Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4. and bc I don't know where to put it: From Australia.
this is the oldest drawing on my current laptop (like three or four years old) but it is unfortunately the most accurate (excluding the gages). fc is Brad Pitt from Fight Club!
Charlie Barlow (16) - Tech extraordinaire. He graduated high school early, so his mom took him on a cruise! How sweet! Until they run low on gas and float too close to Rook. After watching his mother be slaughtered by pirates, Charlie lost a piece of himself and gained a new life goal. Survive. He'll do anything to get on someone's good side, throw anyone under the bus. Entirely loyal to himself. Only being on the island for a year, most people don't know Charlie, and after an unfortunate meeting with Vaas left him chair bound, most don't see him. He stays in his shack, with limited internet connection doing whatever Eden (or anyone who threatens him) asks.
Notable physical traits: 5'6, grown out buzz, red hair with hints of black box dye on the tips, E carved into his cheek, brown eyes, squints because he lost his glasses.
fc is Nathan Westling
Elias Dubois (26) - Quiet, pensive, clean freak. Genuinely has OCD and also happens to prefer things neat. VERY clean, bathes at least once every two days, has two cabinets full of bleach and soap. No one is fully in control on Rook, not even Hoyt. Elias strives to control everything he can, including his own space and the makeshift cafe where he prepares food. Not particularly friendly with anyone aside from customer service politeness, he prefers to keep to himself by not sharing many personal details. This is just a defense, though, Elias is deeply void of human connection and severely touch starved. Stays in his cafe most of the time, has a small bedroom in the back, only really leaves to collect shipments of food/supplies sent to him.
Notable physical traits: 6'1, Green eyes, light brown hair usually pulled back but always up when he's cooking. Mustache and scruff on his chin. A couple scattered tattoos.
fc is Kyle Gallner
Mahsuri Hasan (29) - Mahsuri comes from a long line of Seers, her chosen divination tool is cards. All are welcome to her tent, as long as they obey the policy: Leave your weapons at the door. Suri is a friendly and generous person, no one leaves her without a small trinket or rock to guide them along their way. Even when dealing with the pirates, she keeps her opinions to herself and tries to offer them some respite from their tumultuous lives. She grew up with the Rakyat, but finds more value in playing both sides than living for only one, despite her diehard allegiance to Citra. Can always be found in her tent, if not then she's being friendly with the residents of Badtown.
Notable physical traits: Brown dreadlocked hair, brown eyes, scars on her wrists from a run in with pirates. Carries a shoulder bag with her main deck in it.
fc is Danai Gurira
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Lee David
FULL FILE:
last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 26 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none
PERSONAL FILE:
powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof
BACKGROUND CHECK:
date of birth: september 1, 1997
date of death: -
crime record: a clean record
BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:
david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a
struggling
opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.
it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.
given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”. well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.
a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.
this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.
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in-source fam + friends?
do you dislike your source/anything in it that bothers you?
I forgot how much of a rambler I am
tl;dr
1. I have a big family that love and miss very much(inluding two kids) as well as friends(other heroes and civvies
2. Inconsistent characterisation? I guess. ALSO THAT RED ROBIN 2009 WAS CANCELLED(For reboot reasons) AT 26 ISSUES WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD PLANNED AHEAD FOR, LIKE, 72
Asking the FoundFamily Source Media guy about his family, huh? That's a lotta people, lmao
Jesus Christ, um. Dick Grayson, my oldest brother and the one I was closest too the longest, I always list as my favourite. Jason Todd, other older brother, more of a friendish than brother? Like estranged a little. We get along but in a different capacity. Damian Wayne my little brother. LITTLE FUCKING SHIT for a while, but he adapted and learned and grew up. We ended up really close, it just took longer. He's kinda... Actually my favourite but don't say that too loud, ahaha. Bruce Wayne is my dad—all of these people are adoptive, by the way—and he's... Bruce, bahaha. I don't feel like elaborating. Cassandra Cain, older sister, kinda. In the way that you get super close to a friend and say you're siblings versus actual sibling bond? I dunno, different capacity than with Dick, lol. Stephanie Brown! Ex girlfriend and a best friend, she's great.
Why are there so many people
Then there are my Young Justice(teen superhero group I started with Sb+Imp) buddies! Kon-El(Superboy), Bart Allen(Impulse), Cassie Sandsmark(Wondergirl), Cissie King-Jones(Arrowette), and uh... Many others. Long story short, they're all great!
Some questionable people like Pru or Danny Temple or Lonnie Machin... They're cool and B probably wouldn't appreciate them being my friends too much, but he's lame and doesn't know better until it already is better
The Civvie Collection! Callie Evans! Sebastian Ives! My best fucking friendsss I miss them. They keep giving Ives cancer </3. And Tamara Fox! We fake dated(fake engaged, actually) and then actually dated, but then just settled as friends, she's really funny. There's so many people, my god. Gotham Heights friends and Wizards(Witches?) and Warlocks(it's just DnD) group, and Grieves and Brentwood and hrurghh
Also my mom and dad! Janet and Jack Drake. They died(near obligatory for bat-adoption). They're great, could've been better, but not nearly as bad as fandom would like to lead you to believe. My step-mom Dana was fantastic, I miss her. She taught me a lot of, like, Normal Things, and is also the source of my Soup Love
I also had two sons—David and Jackson— of different mothers—neither I stayed with
I'm not a fan of Some recent characterisation of myself, it, like, nukes the original 90's stuff—That sounds kinda pretentious and gatekeepy, whoops. But like. I've ranted many-a-time about the fact I lose (usually cool)character traits that are then given to other people(my brothers, usually the Ds) and I'm left with (usually) lame stuff and more flat characterisation, if that makes sense.
i.e. 2003 Teen Titans Dick has more of my personality, as well as my suit(fair, because he'd've been running around in undies otherwise) and bō(as a main weapon. He can use one, for sure, but it was never his main weapon, let alone while he was running with TT)
i.e. Damian, when he's drawn without his brown skin, looks like my twin 90% of the time?? Especially since they started putting his hair down, bahahaha. I've had a lot of hairstyles so I can't nitpick that...
i.e. In the recent(now cancelled) TD: Robin run, they nerfed my intelligence?? Rude. I can complain about that for an hour though
DC is Meh about consistent characterisation through runs, especially since there's so many different writers for each individual thing, lol
ALSO! Damian haters. But that usually has some root in racism and also people just being dickweeds about kids :T
Ask game
#timblr#asks#:deadguy:#I need to SHUT MY MOUTH#I think it's funny I tried really hard to keep it short and that still happened </3#Could ask about specific people/memories I guess! I won't get into anything too negative#<—King of internet safety
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ewan mitchell, male, he/him, 26 — dear all nations, OSIAN LLEWELLYN has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of CURSE, by NORMAL THE KID. the GUARD of ENGLAND is known to be IN FAVOR OF making peace. HE reminds me of THE DESOLATE SENSATION OF SOLITUDE AMIDST A THRONGED CHAMBER and FINDING STRENGTH TO BE KIND IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY? however did you know that HE HAS HAD PROGRESSIVE HEARING LOSS STARTING FROM A YOUNG AGE?
tw: disability
[ statistics ] ⸻
full name : osian llewellyn
nicknames : little deer (family only, if anyone found out and used it. he'd be ruined)
age : 26
gender + pronouns : male he/him
orientation : heterosexual (maybe)
[ appearance ] ⸻
height : 5'10
hair colour : brown
eye colour : blue
dominant hand : left
distinguishing scars : calloused hands covered with small scars here in there from years of sword training.
his hair is kept short, as he hate it long. wears a necklace that he keeps tucked in his tunic that his sisters gave him before join up to become a soldier/guard, for 'good luck'.
[ background + family ] ⸻
birthdate: december 11th
rank : guard
mother : seren llewellyn
father : elis llewellyn
sibling(s) : ceri, gwen, aled, rhys, gareth
[ introduction ] ⸻
you were born into a grandiose family, the sixth of your lineage. your father, a master of the stables, served a distinguished noble family, while your mother was their esteemed seamstress. as you matured, you and your three brothers worked alongside your father as grooms, tending to the majestic horses with utmost care and precision. while your sisters helped your mother.
however, just before your seventh birthday, sudden change befell you. your mother called out to you in the yard, but you were oblivious to her presence until she tapped you on the shoulder. your father barked orders, yet all you heard was a muffled sound. concerned, a physician was called, and it was soon discovered that you were going deaf and will eventually it'll be gone completely.
undeterred, you learned the art of lip reading, though it proved challenging in dim lighting, amidst laughter, hand gestures, and accents. nevertheless, your thirst for more in life than tending to horses remained unquenched.
you concealed your disability as you applied to become a guard, a feat that was no easy task. on numerous occasions, you were almost discovered, but a kindred spirit you met along the way to becoming a guard came to your aid, ensuring your success.
now a full-fledged guard, you have accompanied the royal family to Scotland, seeking solace and tranquillity.
[ hooks ] ⸻
while osian can read lips, its very taxing mentally, and can get a bit challenging with all the different accents, words that are pronounced similarly, lighting, etc. sometimes, if he is feeling cheeky, he won't even bother paying attention, or use his deafness to avoid conversations with people when they try calling him over.
this man has two likes. plants and the stars. but mostly the stars. knows nothing about them but he likes to look up at them and wonder.
is able to talk normally if one were to pay attention they'd notice a very slight 'deaf accent'. sometimes doesn't realize he might be shouting, which is why he usually stays and too himself mostly.
osian is not yet completely deaf, as he can still hear on his right but it's extremely muffled, while his left is practically non-existent. so if and when he comes clean, stand on his right.
100% purebred good boy....with a cheeky side
#nomad.intro#tw: disability#i think thats the only trigger needed. he got a happy life.#ⅠⅠⅠ. ⸻ › 𝑜𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃 ‹
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Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)
13:I’m not wearing anything under this
26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it
29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel
Praise Kink
Over-stimulation kink
With the loveable nerd donnie?
If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way
I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.
Donnie was and is, a safe driver.
But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.
But you had intentions.
Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.
“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.
You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.
“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.
“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.
Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.
“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.
He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...
“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.
With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”
Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.
“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.
“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.
“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.
Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.
“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.
So naturally, he started up again.
You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.
Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.
You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.
“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.
“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.
One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...
Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.
Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.
It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.
“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.
He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.
“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.
You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.
“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.
Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.
“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.
“By the way...” He kissed your arm.
“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.
“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.
“I love you more” You whispered back.
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[CN] Gavin’s Judgment Date
🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 审判之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒
[ Released on 26 October 2021 ]
Morning sunlight pours down boundlessly through the clouds, awakening the town of Feminero.
Bundling the fresh bellflowers into a bouquet, I open the doors of the flower shop, greeting passers-by with a smile.
[Note] The Chinese word for “bellflowers” (风铃花 - fēng líng huā) directly translates to “wind chime flowers” 🎐
MC: Madam Leman, may you have a lovely day ahead.
The woman seems a little troubled, and she comes over to me with unease.
Leman: I heard that a war broke out in the neighbouring country. I wonder if we’d be affected...
MC: That country’s a great distance away from us, so it shouldn’t spread for now.
Hearing this, her expression relaxes slightly. With a sigh, she turns and leaves.
At this moment, a familiar figure emerges from the cheese shop. A brown-haired youth hangs up a small signboard. The cheese on sale today is written on it.
With a grin, I walk over to him and clear my throat.
MC: Morning, Gavin.
He turns around. Seeing that it’s me, he chuckles softly, his tone leisurely.
Gavin: Good morning, MC.
Gavin is an apprentice at this cheese shop. The husband and wife who run this cheese shop really like him. Although he doesn’t know how to produce cheese, he’s able to manage everything else in the shop.
From what I heard from Madam Leman, ever since he arrived, all the ladies in the city enjoy buying their cheese from this place.
Gavin: Today’s recommendation is orange-flavoured cheese. Want to try it?
I nod, handing him the bouquet of bellflowers that I bundled earlier.
MC: As always, this is today’s fee for the cheese.
After taking it, his gaze lingers on the flowers, which are peppered with dewdrops. His eyes curve into a slight smile, and he picks up a wad of nicely packed cheese for me.
Church bells ring from a distance, its carol drifting over from afar with the breeze. A white feather floats past quietly.
Lowering my gaze, I accept Gavin’s cheese and turn around.
Gavin: You’re leaving already?
MC: Mm. I have lots of bellflowers to take care of today.
After saying goodbye to Gavin, I push open the door of the flower shop, only to find that there’s someone else inside. The wings behind him are pure white and soft. As he stares at my back, he frowns unhappily.
Saint Mier: The deadline from Heaven is arriving. Do you still know who you are? What are you doing here?
I blink quickly, responding to the question posed by my stern colleague.
MC: Of course. As an Angel of Judgment, I’m here to judge the previous Archangel who fell and became a demon - Gavin. And I have to sever his wings, which have been tainted with sin.
Saint Mier: It’s good that you still remember. The position of Archangel has been left empty for a long time. Once you bring Gavin’s wings back, you will no longer be the next Archangel. It’s time for this game of pretending to be human to end.
[ Flashback Begins ]
God: You are to judge Gavin and deprive him of his wings. They are no longer able to control the power of sin.
In the pure and holy Heaven, the awe-inspiring voice of God lands on my ears, bringing with it a name that I’ve not heard in a very long time. I can’t help but tremble.
The previous Archangel, Gavin, used to be the proudest legend and the strongest angel in Heaven.
Along with the other angels, I admired him in secret, but never had the courage to get close to him. I simply hid behind pillars, sneaking peeks at him.
The memory of him which lingers most deeply in my mind is the view of his back as he walked past the ocean of bellflowers, wings brushing the soft flowers.
MC: I’m willing to abide by my duty, and judge Gavin’s sin in the human world. That is, after carrying out my judgment.
After a silent pause, I accept God’s request.
Even if Gavin has become a taboo subject in Heaven, and a topic avoided by other angels, I don't believe that Gavin has become a demon.
I want to draw closer to him. I want to verify for myself that he has truly fallen.
[ Flashback Ends ]
However, after being in the human realm for half a year, I realised that Gavin was living like an ordinary apprentice. He didn’t harm humans, nor did he do anything demonic.
Eventually, I began to wonder if Gavin had actually turned into an ordinary human being.
The tranquility and tenderness of time constantly wore down my sense of determination. Sometimes, I even made a presumptuous wish that these ordinary days could go on forever.
Which is why I’ve been delaying my judgment.
As the deadline of my mission draws near, I know that this can no longer continue.
Seizing the darkness of night, I slip into Gavin’s room. At a glance, I spot the youth laying on the bed.
If he’s a demon, he’d definitely use his powers to protect himself once he senses danger.
I summon an angelic sword, propping it against his throat. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, seeming to be immersed in a pleasant dream.
At this moment, I feel a tinge of joy. Perhaps God was wrong, and Gavin wasn’t a fallen angel.
But in the next second, someone grips my wrists. An irresistible force strikes the sword out of my hand, sending it onto the floor.
Gavin pins my wrists onto the bed.
His gaze is icy and dangerous as he looks at me. I can vaguely see black feathers folded behind him, a thick and ominous aura entwining them.
Gavin: You ended up taking action.
He glances at the faraway sword before returning his gaze to me. For some reason, I detect some sadness in his eyes.
Gavin: During these six months, the reason why you kept getting close to me was to observe me? And you’ve finally decided to kill me?
Seeing the wings behind him, I finally believe that the Archangel I once admired has turned into a demon.
But why did this happen? Suppressing the sadness in my heart, I stare straight into Gavin’s eyes.
MC: Gavin, your wings have been tainted black. As an Angel of Judgment, I’m here to judge you.
The light in Gavin’s eyes grow dim.
Gavin: You decided that I’m guilty based on a pair of wings?
His voice and breaths land on my cheeks, reminiscent of a feather brushing past. I’m seized with terror for a moment, but Gavin suddenly straightens up, releasing me.
Gavin: But you made a futile trip. My wings... are about to be burnt to ashes.
All of a sudden, he unfolds his wings. Silver light outlines his pitch-black wings, scorching flames forming profound characters. They circle his wings, burning him.
Some areas have already been burnt, exposing both new and old wounds.
These wings aren’t beautiful, and are covered with clusters of wounds. He probably never thought of getting them treated, leaving them to form hideous scabs.
Gavin glances at me, an indifferent light in his eyes. The tongues of fire behind him are devastating, lapping away at the demonic aura around him.
So that’s the reason why I couldn’t sense a demonic aura.
But why did the once dazzling Archangel fall?
Even if he fell, how did his wings become riddled with wounds?
-
I fly several circles around Gavin’s garret in secret, but am unable to enter.
He seems have cast a restriction on the building. The moment my wings touch the windowsill, a dark red mark appears.
The last time we spoke, Gavin chased me out of his house. It’s been a week since then, and I haven’t seen him.
I heard that the flames of war from the neighbouring country have started burning the fringes of this town. Over the past few days, nobody has visited my flower shop. The entire town has grown tense and uneasy.
Looking at the quiet cheese shop on the opposite side, I keep thinking about his flame-fettered wings, along with the apathetic gaze he was unwilling to show me.
Feeling low-spirited, I really wish to know what exactly happened to Gavin’s wings. I’m unwilling to believe that Gavin’s wings were tainted black because he fell. But if that’s the truth...
I’ll sever his wings personally. This is the duty of an Angel of Judgment. At the same time... it’d also put a full-stop to all these years of admiration.
All of a sudden, a hoarse howl drifts from the first floor, accompanied by an intense, ominous aura.
I immediately descend to the ground. Gavin’s power seems to have slackened, enabling me to sneak in from the entrance successfully.
The first floor has been surrounded by a heavy darkness. I can see several half-scorched black feathers drifting around, and a thick charred scent fills the air.
Gavin is hiding in the darkness, the black wings behind him outstretched. He occasionally releases broken, dull groans.
The flame-created curse entwines his wings tightly, and they seem to be burning even more intensely.
MC: Gavin?
Gavin: Don’t come any closer!
There’s resistance in his voice, along with a tinge of panic stemming from a fear of being discovered.
MC: Gavin, are you okay...
Before I can finish speaking, a fierce gale surges towards me. A hand grabs my shoulder, pulling me into the darkness.
Gavin’s scattered breaths land on my face. His pupils are unfocused, and his gigantic wings stir continuously.
Through my peripheral vision, I see a stone statue smashed into smithereens beneath his feet.
My back is pressed against the entrance of the stairway, and the place where my shoulder is gripped surges with pain...
He exerts even more force, and it feels as though he’s about to crush my body into dust.
MC: It hurts...!
Even the most powerful demons I had battled in the past can’t be compared to how helpless I am right now with Gavin restraining me.
He’s akin to a caged beast which has lost its reason due to pain. But the moment he hears my voice, a tinge of clarity flashes past his struggle-filled eyes.
Gavin: Get out of here!
He shuts his eyes, releasing a broken roar. Little by little, he releases his grip on my shoulder, then pushes me away roughly.
Watching as he loses his rationality, I feel something weighing on my heart, leaving me unable to breathe.
I can’t leave him alone like this.
I have to help him.
I take a deep breath. In the next moment, I use all of my strength to lunge at him.
Gavin is slightly bewildered. But his body seems to act before his brain, and he instinctively returns my embrace.
When he falls backwards onto the staircase, I plant a kiss on his forehead -
An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.
Gavin seems to be shocked into a daze. The wings behind him flap helplessly on the stairs.
Supporting myself on his chest, I straighten up, staring into his eyes seriously.
MC: Does it still hurt?
Gavin returns to his senses, subconsciously releasing his grip on my waist.
Seeing his clear expression, I finally heave a sigh of relief. Getting up from the stairs, I touch a lamp and light it up.
Weak candlelight illuminates the person in front of me, dyeing his stray hairs and wings with a warm faint light.
Borrowing this light, I glance at the slightly reddened tips of Gavin’s ears. He turns his face away, speaking coldly.
Gavin: There was no need for you to do that.
MC: But your wings would have continued to hurt.
Gavin pauses. Half of his face is shrouded in darkness, and his voice is a little muffled.
Gavin: This is my problem, and it has nothing to do with you. Stop getting close to me.
He hides his entire self in the darkness. The flickering light is between us, akin to a chilly and thick wall, preventing me from getting closer to him.
Even so, I take a few steps towards him.
MC: Actually, you already knew who I was when I first came here, didn’t you? If you were a demon, you’d have attacked me from the start. But you didn’t. Although your wings have turned black, you haven’t hurt a single person in Feminero. Even when I attacked you in the middle of the night, you released me despite having me in your grip. Aside from black wings, everything you’ve done doesn’t suit what a demon would do.
Gavin pauses, turning his face towards me slightly.
Gavin: What are you trying to say?
MC: I’m talking about what I’ve seen, and the reasons why I want to help you.
Gavin: Help me? What about your mission?
The subtle light illuminates the unconcealed scrutiny and resistance in Gavin’s eyes. I shake my head at him.
MC: I believe in the things that I see, and will listen to my heart before making the final judgment. And my current conclusion is that I wish to help you.
Gavin’s gaze stirs for a moment, but he quickly averts it.
Gavin: You can’t help me.
With a wave of his hand, my sword lands in his hands obediently. Then, he abruptly sends it towards his own wings.
Before the sword can touch his wings, the flames burn, shattering it on the spot.
The power of the flame-created curse seems to be impervious, and I stare at the remaining hilt of my sword in astonishment.
MC: ...what happened?
Gavin: This isn’t something you can resolve. And it isn’t something for you to resolve.
Late at night, outside the tight security of God’s compound, the stern patrolling angels are patrolling the outer walls.
I’m hiding in the shadows. When they turn into a corner, I slip in.
Many books and angelic instruments in Heaven are located here. The curse on Gavin’s wings is just too abnormal, but I might be able to find an answer here.
Gathering a dash of faint light between my fingertips, I search the bookshelves.
MC: ...there are far too many books here.
I can’t help but grumble. I have no idea how many ancient texts I’ve flipped through, but I’m still unable to find an answer.
But all of a sudden, something seems to emit light from a deep corner.
I lean over to take a look, only to find that it’s an especially thick and ordinary-looking book. When I bring it down, I realise that it doesn’t have a title.
In the darkness, it glimmers with a dim yet mystical light, and there are magical shackles strapped to it.
After hesitating for a moment, I lift up my sword.
Following a sound akin to the shattering of glass, I flip through the book, realising that it documents the entire history of Heaven!
I quickly leaf through the text - “Archangel”, “Curse”, “Vessel”...
These glaring words land in my eyes, causing me to suck in a cold breath of air.
Just as I'm about to flip to the next page, I spot a tiny bellflower sandwiched between the pages. It seems to have been here for many years, and the petals have already dried.
Patrolling Angel: Who’s there?!
An alarm blares from outside the window - it was probably triggered by the sound from earlier. I quickly put the book down, concealing myself behind the neighbouring bookshelf, planning how I should leave.
But the “wall” behind me is suddenly pushed open. In the next second, someone grabs my wrist, pulling me inside. A scorching temperature envelops my surroundings.
??: It’s me.
The patrolling angels are prudent as they search the corners, and they don’t leave for a long time. Across the wall, only the quiet and nearby breaths can be heard in the narrow and compact space.
I’m leaning in Gavin’s arms, the sound of galloping heartbeats leaving me somewhat panicked. I can’t tell if they belong to me, or the person pressed against my ear.
In the darkness, I can’t get a clear view of his face. I can only hear the sound of his especially close breaths, which gather to form a long sigh.
Gavin: Your skills in slipping in are passable, but you didn’t prepare an escape route.
Gavin: That was too risky.
There’s a somewhat resigned smile in his voice, leaving me a little dazed. It’s as if we’re simply little angels who sneaked in due to curiosity.
MC: If we’re talking about risks, this is Heaven. Do you know what would happen if they caught a demon like you?
Gavin: Since I’ve barged in, I have sufficient confidence that I won’t be discovered.
His words end with an upward lilt, confident and slightly arrogant.
The footsteps outside the wall begin to quieten down, and they no longer seem to be on high alert.
MC: Oh yes, I haven’t asked about what you’re doing in Heaven.
Gavin’s expression is hidden in the darkness, but I can feel the grip on my arm stiffening for a moment. Suspicious, I lift my head.
MC: Were you following me?
Gavin: I wanted to check something. Bumping into you... was just an accident.
As he speaks, his breaths land on my lips, causing my heart to gallop like a cantering horse. Even so, I try my best to muster my confidence.
MC: What were you checking? How to maintain the vessel?
The person beneath my fingertips stiffens in an instant, and he seems to stop breathing.
MC: The history of Heaven mentioned that God entrusted the duty of being a vessel to every Archangel. That way, they can absorb the deepest and darkest sins on earth. The reason why your wings turned black was because the sins you’re carrying have surpassed their limits. In order to keep them shackled, God sent golden coloured flames...
Gavin: That’s enough. Pursuing this further won’t benefit you in any way.
I’m furious, my tone growing much heavier.
MC: You knew about this since a long time ago. Perhaps... even before you became an Archangel, correct?
That tiny bellflower had been sandwiched in the book for an inexplicable amount of time, quietly witnessing as the past became text belonging to history.
Gavin doesn't speak. Accompanied by the silence from across the wall, he pushes the door. Pulling on my hand, we leave the outer wall with ease, walking over to a small, secluded path.
Morning gradually brightens, descending on the field of bellflowers at the end of the small path.
A breeze brushes the ocean of flowers, fresh and bright as always.
Gavin unfolds his wings, feathers charred beyond recognition, icy flames continuing to scorch him.
It turns out that since the very beginning, he’s been enduring the pain, and not letting it show.
Gavin: Yes, I knew about it. Somebody has to do it, and it just happens to be me. And I’m very willing to complete this task.
Every word is resolute and unhesitant. I know that he genuinely doesn’t mind becoming a cage himself.
MC: In that case, I’m the same as you. The mission that God gave me was to take over your duty. Since your wings are about to be burnt to their limit, it’s my turn to do this.
Those charred wings are glaring to the eyes, hideous yet calm. Just like their owner, they quietly and resolutely accept everything.
Gavin: So what?
Right now, his expression brings with it a bright haughtiness that I haven’t seen before.
Gavin: Even if my wings are incinerated, there’s still my body. The reason why God sent you here to sever my wings and take over my duty is because he doesn’t trust me. But I can do it. I can do the things that God deems me unable to.
MC: ...but the “sins” on this earth can never be fully eliminated. They are part of human nature! One day, your body will also be burnt to nothing!
Gavin: In that case, I’ll keep getting stronger.
MC: ...huh?
Gavin: I’ll keep getting stronger, all the way till the endless future.
MC: ...
I feel indignation in my heart. The person in front of me is truly stubborn.
MC: Gavin, have you never thought about giving up?
Giving up on this duty, freeing himself from endless fetters, and no longer shouldering these heavy chains.
Gavin doesn’t speak, but I already know the answer to this question. I know the glory and pride belonging to Archangel Gavin.
He definitely didn’t consider it.
Gavin: I have.
His voice is soft. My lowered eyes blink subconsciously.
Gavin: I'm not a god, so I’ve thought about shrinking back and giving up. But I found a reason why I can’t retreat.
The bellflowers in the field sway gently, releasing a mellifluous melody. I stare at him, thinking about how beautiful his eyes are when he smiles.
Gavin: It’s a reason that doesn’t belong to Archangels nor God. It’s a reason belonging only to me.
He pauses for a moment. He doesn’t seem used to saying such things so directly, and a faint crimson dyes his cheeks.
Gavin: With you by my side, I felt happy no matter what we did over the past six months. I want you to be happy, and not to become a cage.
In the end, I’m unable to persuade Gavin. After returning to Feminero, I tell him that I’d be giving up on the mission, and that I hope to see him for the last time at the flower shop.
The war has expanded in scope, and quite a number of people have fled towards the city. The entire town is desolate and silent.
While I’m in a daze, Gavin arrives at the flower shop as agreed.
It’s as though we’ve been transported back to the past, sitting outside the door and eating orange-flavoured cheese together. A breeze lifts up stray bits of his hair, revealing a pair of clear eyes.
Gavin: There doesn't seem to be a carol from the church today.
MC: Yeah. After all, the war is drawing near.
Although Gavin appears relaxed, the balled up fist he has hidden at his side has long since betrayed him in secret.
But he’s still here, meeting me for the last time.
Gavin: I’m sorry for making you fail in your mission.
I turn to look at Gavin. He sits on the chair a little stiffly, but a faint smile hangs on his face.
MC: Who knows? I might be punished by God and sent out of heaven to complete an even more impossible task.
Gavin: That won’t happen.
MC: After saying goodbye today, we might never meet again. Do you regret it?
Gavin freezes. Just as he’s about to say something, he suddenly stiffens. He balls his hands into fists, and he speaks in a suppressed manner.
His body is on the verge of collapse.
Swiftly, I pull him into the flower shop.
The moment we hide in the flower shop, the wings behind Gavin’s back unfold with a “whoosh”, and he supports himself on the edge of the table with a hand.
MC: Gavin...
Gavin suddenly grips my wrist, the other hand covering my eyes.
While I’m stunned, his muffled voice drifts into my ears.
His tone is suppressed and very, very soft. It even brings with it a restrained hoarseness.
Gavin: [pained] MC, I’m in so much pain.
He pauses for a moment. In the darkness, his voice lands on my ears, reminiscent of a particle of dust, floating in the air.
Gavin: [pained] ...could you... kiss me?
An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.
Before he finishes speaking, I stand on my tiptoes, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Along with my action, his hand glides down, enabling me to see his eyes staring deeply into mine.
The moment I kissed his cheek, the wings behind him instantly became even more scorching than before.
It’s as though everything was on the verge of being incinerated to ash.
Gavin’s amber eyes linger on my face longingly.
His eyelashes quiver slightly, the clear pain in his eyes slowly ebbing away. Sunlight descends on his face, as warm as always.
The bellflowers in my hand fall to the ground. In this warm sunlight, I hold Gavin’s hand, interlacing my fingers with his.
With the other hand, I summon the Sword of Judgment from the air. My pure white wings burst forth. With a flick of my wrist, the sharp knife fiercely gashes the wings behind me.
In the next second, I throw the sword down, then lunge myself into Gavin’s arms resolutely.
My injured wings unfold in front me. Following the movement of our embrace, they welcome the scorching wings behind him.
My eyes curl into a smile in response to Gavin’s shocked gaze.
MC: Gavin, you’ve underestimated the determination of an Angel of Judgment.
Gavin: How did you know...
MC: I sneaked back in. This time, I prepared an escape route. It’s said that you’re the most outstanding Archangel in history, but I think I’m pretty incredible myself.
Fresh blood taints the flame-created curse. The darkness within the flames and the white feathers entwine.
The curse gradually departs from Gavin’s wings. They surge towards me, bringing with them several black fragments.
Paying an equivalent price and transferring an equivalent amount of power - that’s how everything works, and it’s a method that I’m staking everything on.
Gavin: Let go of me! This is something that I'm shouldering. I don’t need you to bear this burden!
His body has already reached its limits, and he’s no longer able to resist my power.
Enduring the scorching pain, I continue pressing myself against him.
MC: This isn’t a burden. Gavin, this is my wish.
His eyes widen, and his lips quiver indistinctly.
The fragments surge into my body in a continuous stream. I shoulder the sins, along with Gavin’s power and memories.
I see his memories.
I see how he walked along the human world as an Archangel for hundred and thousand of years by himself, his pure white wings dazzling.
I see him falling into his garret in a piteous state, shouldering the curse and endless evils, gritting his teeth in the dark.
I also see... a figure who suddenly took center stage in his many long years of darkness.
Such memories are carefully hidden in his heart, bringing with them a warm hue despite knowing that the goal of the person drawing close to him was to sever his wings.
Memories of me.
Every moment he saw me over the past six months.
Every single fragment plunges into my wings.
My wings feel as though they are being torn apart by countless human hands, until the last feather is tainted with black cinders.
So this is what he’s been shouldering all this time.
MC: Gavin, do you know why my shop only sells bellflowers?
MC: It’s because an Archangel I admired in the past loved that bellflower field in Heaven most.
MC: Whenever his wings brushed the bellflowers, it looked as though all the light and floral fragrances in the world were on that pair of wings.
MC: God said that he had fallen, but I refused to believe it.
MC: A long time afterwards, I found him hiding in darkness, and saw the wounds he concealed.
MC: I realised that whether he’s in the light or in the darkness, what lies beneath his wings is a tender heart.
MC: I don’t want you to turn into cinders.
Upon hearing my words, Gavin’s eyes are dyed with a different warmth. He takes my hands. For the first time, he doesn’t run away, but brings me into his arms.
The sound of wailing can be heard from afar. Evil intentions surge into my wings in an endless stream, which are then suppressed by the flames.
I exert my all to endure the pain while every single feather pricks me like needles.
Gavin’s warm palm soothes my back gently, his soft and slightly cold lips landing on my forehead. His gentle and clear power enters my body.
MC: Gavin...!
His withered wings unfold slowly. His black feathers have been scorched to decay, but they are the purest pair of wings that I’ve ever seen.
Gavin: An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.
MC: You're...
I tremble, grabbing his lapel. A certain emotion spreads through my heart.
He chuckles softly. Stray hairs in front of his forehead brush against my ear. Within the boundless pain, bits and pieces of truth emerge.
Gavin was never a fallen angel.
Even if his wings were dyed an endless black, and even if the flames kept corroding him, he was always a proud and radiant Archangel.
Gavin: I used to think that I’d only offer everything for my convictions. Looks like I was wrong.
His tone is filled with an intense sense of longing and relief. A kiss lands on my cheek.
I feel something warm blossoming from my chest, and entering Gavin’s wings.
That originally empty spot bursts with fragmented and faint light.
The light gradually turns dazzling. From his lingering wounds, pure white wings emerge.
Gentle light passes through the clouds and lands on Gavin. He looks at his own wings. Seeming to realise something, he smiles faintly.
He lowers his head, using his fingers to rub my cheek sentimentally.
Gavin: So... this is the reason why God sent you here.
All of a sudden, his wings unfold. Illuminated by radiance, he is so pure and divine that his entire body appears to be cloaked with light.
He wraps an arm around my waist, his wings stirring as he carries me into the sky.
Although my wings remain black, the curse has been extinguished with his power, and I no longer have to endure that scorching pain.
Gavin chuckles in resignation, staring at the wings behind my back.
Gavin: You’ve truly become an Archangel, and will have to take over my duty in shouldering all the sins in the world.
Gavin: Although evil will never end, you won’t experience the pain that I did as long as I help you to keep it under control.
Gavin: I will protect you.
His words are succinct as always, but I know that this person will do as he says.
As though a great burden has been lifted, I chuckle. Placing all my burdens down, I lean into Gavin’s arms.
MC: But my wings are injured, and they need a long time to recover.
I hear Gavin’s soft laughter. Birds flap their wings as they fly beneath our feet, heading towards a warm, faraway place.
Gavin: So what? I’ll be your wings. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.
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Military AU but I fucked Wilbur Up
Wilbur had finished UNI
He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with his life
He didn't have a job
He didn't have much any money
He was broke - he was in debt
He lived with his dad (Phil)
so what does Wilbur do to like give himself time to figure out what he wants to do with his life
He goes into the military
It's an honorable job
He wants to defend his country
He's in good physical shape
And it will be able to pay him out of school, and give him a couple of years to figure out what he wants to do with his life
The entire AU, is told after Wilbur's deployment - after he was out.
You learn bits and pieces about what happened as Wilbur opens up to his Dad
GOOD PHIL THOUGH
hahahhaha
uh
Wilbur went through Some Shit
his best friend - his brother in arms, Tommy.
Tommy was a young kid, just got out of secondary school - he was only 16.
Tommy has a brother
Technoblade
Techno was Tommy's hero. Tommy wanted to be just like his brother when he was older.
Techno served when he was 18 until he was 24
He is now 26.
or 27
I'm unsure
but Techno was Tommy's brother
and Wilbur never personally knew technoblade until after he came back home
but Tommy talked about him all the time
he was the reason Tommy joined the military.
Tommy's family had a line of soilders, his dad was a soldier his grandfather, all of his uncles
that and Tommy just didn't know where he was gonna go in life
for the longest time - it was always, just secondary school and then the military
he was the first of his family to be recruited so young
he didn't want to go to college
he wanted to make his brother proud
i won't beat around the bush any longer
Tommy fucking died
it left Wilbur kind of fucked and traumatized
he didn;t want to talk about it - he didn't want to talk.
he was essentially selectively mute for a very long time
he jumped at everything
didn't want to be touched
and he followed a very specific routine, almost the same routine as when he was in the barracks
he would wake up and run laps
and he would do the same warm ups that he did with Tommy -
he was stuck there
he was very spacy
and then
he uh
he looked at the dog tags on his chest
he knew Tommy's adress
he had to - he had to give these back to Techno
thats what Tommy would want, really
and I mean
of course Techno knows his little brother is dead
he got that letter fucking two years ago
but some hope remains you know
and then, Wilbur - having been driven by his father
jumps out of the car with some sort of like, force
and his face isn't happy
but it isn't the emptiness that Phil's learned to know
and
yeah
Techno and Wilbur friendship
but
I mean
the first thing that happens
is that when Wilbur knocks on the door
a twenty something, tired looking man opens the door
and his hair is in a messy bun, and his eyes are just tired
and he's wearing his uniform - it seems as though he's still serving in some way or another
just the army green t-shirt, the camouflage pants, and the boots
and as soon as he sees Wilbur
in his over-sized olive green jacket
and the brown curls
he knew this fucker
as if Tommy didn't mention wilbur in nearly every sentence that Tommy sent him
he wanted to slam the door he wanted to slam -
"Are you, uh, Technoblade?"
A british accent - it makes Techno's breath hitch.
He hasn't heard an accent like that since Tommy left -
he doesn't want this confrontation
"I - your brother, he told me about you all the time. I - I have his tags. I shouldn't have taken them, they're yours. He would've wanted you to have them. I just - I needed to talk to you."
"I - Can I have them?"
Wilbur fumbles to get them from around his neck, Techno's hard exterior is barely cracking, and he's actively working to build it back up again
Wilbur takes them off his neck with shaking hands, the tags themselves are stained with finger prints from the months and months of Wilbur gripping harshly onto them
Wilbur almost flinches when he sets them down onto Techno's palm with a light clink
Techno grips hard onto them, harder than Wilbur ever thought to.
he assumed the iron grip, and heroic strength can only come from some kid who lost their baby brother
Wilbur may have been this kids best friend, but he will never have what Tommy and Techno had
I mean, the way that Tommy talked about Techno -
the guy half raised the kid
tommy followed Techno in every footstep
and to be a soldier, and still do the thing that killed your baby brother
he looked at Techno and knew what he was
not many people could say that
but when Wilbur looked at techno, he saw someone who understood
and so
after that
it took a long fucking while
however
Wilbur and Techno like became good friends
Wilbur couldn't drive, after he was diagnosed with the level of PTSD he had - he wasn't allowed to drive, his hands shook too much, he was in his own head too much, he can't pay attention long enough to be able to drive safely - so Phil has to drive him every day
but he and Techno hung out almost every day
He was with Techno more than he talked to his own father
and Phil's - he's not mad, he's glad that Wilbur is getting a bit better
however
he's a bit bitter
that he can't be there for his son
that Wilbur won't open up to him at all
he's a bit confused to as why Wilbur is hanging out with someone who is still in the army
someone who reminds Wilbur of everything that haunts him
and Techno will greet Wilbur as Techno clealy just gets back from some camp or job - he's sweaty, in his uniform, laughing and out of breath as he greets Wilbur
Phil grips onto the wheel tightly
Wilbur's hanging out with the thing that ruined the rest of his life
and my god, was Wilbur mentioning visiting the nearby camp -
Phil feels like he might have a heartattack
I just think that Phil wants to get Wilbur out of that World
and I think that Wilbur knows its the only way he gets closure and sanity
Tommy would want him and Techno to get along
he always said they would be best friends
Wilbur thinks that hes too messed up for a normal job
might as well ride that military compensation
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RO Appearances (UPDATED!!)
29 years old of Hungarian/British descent. Black inky hair, pale alabaster skin and beady green/hazel-like eyes; you get the impression that they would be willing to sell out their own mother to get ahead. Partially, because they remind you of a weasel. Underneath those corporate clothes is a body full of piercings, if you’re good they may even let you see it.
Micah(M) is 189 cm and has the physique of someone who loves to work out (think of Henry Cavill). Micah has hair that always seems to fall perfectly, slicked back with pomade, with both sides shaven off; he gives off the confidence of having been an underwear model at some point. With the way he struts around like a peacock. He has dark stubble on his lower jaw and thin lips.
Meredith(F) is 190 cm and has the same physique as Micah. Meredith has short hair curled perfectly around her face. She gives off the confidence of having been an underwear model at some point, with the way she struts around like a peacock. You’ll never see her without some light makeup. Has dimples.
22 years old of Afro-Latino descent, particularly Cuban. They both have a more chubby build, with round faces. They both have honey-brown eyes and dark brown coily hair. They have deep brown skin that feels as if you’re looking directly at the sun. In love with pastel colors, and cute things, you’ll find that their sense of fashion is like them taking a dip into the Hello Kitty store. They have delicate facial features and are often compared to giant teddy bears.
Felix (M) is around 183 cm. Felix wears his hair in locs with both sides shaved; he often puts it in a bun. Felix has a tattoo of a frog on his forearm and a golden nose ring.
Jalissa (F) is 187 cm. Jalissa wears her hair in twists, with gold cuffs on them. Also has a golden nose stud in her nose and a tattoo of a salamander on her shoulder.
24 years old and Navajo. They have a swimmer’s body with broad shoulders and a thin, small waist. They have sharp and refined features with plush and thick lips; when they smile, you feel as if they could cut through clouds and stormy weather. Their skin is a warm brown, as if they were kissed by the sun, and held up to the sky to be blessed by it’s rays. They both have deep brown hair that stops at their waist and deep brown eyes. Has little freckles splattered across their face and body.
Alexander (M) is 194 cm. Alexander has one thick braid that hands to their hip. On his neck, Alexander has a tattoo of a feather.
Alexandria (F) is around 190 cm. Alexandria typically keeps her hair in a high ponytail. Has little freckles splattered across her face.
26 years old and of Middle Eastern descent. They are 179 cm and have a runner’s physique, despite the number of sweets they consume. They both have thick plush lips and an aquiline nose. Due to an incident in their first mission, they now possess scarred flesh around their left eye, along with heterochromia. They hide this with an eye patch that has some form of archaic runes on them. Why is that? Well, try asking them and see what happens. Both have dimples that you can only see when they smile, which is practically never. Also has sharp cheekbones and is considered to be very attractive.
Nasir (M) has a mop of curly brown hair that stops at the nape of his neck and falls into his eyes. Nasir also has dark stubble around his lower jaw.
Zahra (F) has short curly hair that stops at her shoulders. She has a mole above her left eyebrow and a medusa piercing.
Shrouded in mystery, in both personality and appearance. Once you finally see him for what he is will you be shocked? Or will you accept him for all of his warts and...scales?
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