#heliatlus

[sixtwelve-blog]

> PARTY TIME! 🎉

after trying your god damn best to find SOMETHING TO DO in the ruins of this ONCE PLACE, you have exhausted all of your options. you can choose to be HOME STUCK and play video games at home all day, or you can use the method you know how. 

          A PARTY.

for now, you have used your money to purchase some TORTILLA CHIPS from a street vendor, which you have put into various BOWLS on a LONG TABLE you stole from someone’s abandoned garage. you have also taken various DIPPING SAUCES from your kitchen (sorry APARTMENT 301), and arranged them accordingly. this is as much planning as you think should be put into your part.

luckily for yourself, you have linked up with some like-minded individuals.

The first familiar face is a blessing in this wasteland -- wherever it is and whatever can be salvaged here, Atlus knows he can’t just abandon someone in need. Or everyone in need, for that matter. Doing something to help is always better than wallowing in a sense of loss (as hard as that may be for him to contend with).

If Tavros wants to bring everyone a little sprout of joy in this mess, a little sprout it is. 

Both palms raised outward, Atlus closes his eyes and sees the world clean, the soil renewed. Grounded, legs like the roots of a sturdy tree… the energy pulses outward and roots burst from the dusty ruins, sweeping away shattered glass and the ghosts of skyscrapers. The ground is clear now, a nice safe block for a party to take place. He wipes his forehead with a weary smile.

“Phew… all set. Uhm, you can go ahead, Ms. Sombra.”

Sombra, for one, isn’t going to pass up a good party, even if it’s in the middle of a ruined city. (And let’s be honest, this place was already turning out much better than the last.) Thankfully, she is still in possession of a decent music library, and knows her way around technology enough to provide lighting just don’t ask where she got it. With the money so graciously given by the powers-that-be, Sombra had been able to acquire a speaker system that would serve its purpose.

🎉 WE’RE THROWING A STREET RAVE!

there’s tortilla chip snacks + dips provided by tavros ( myself ). bring your own drinks. drinks are expensive!

atlus ( @heliatlus ) has cleared the ground for us to have a save place to rave in. of course, if you’re a fucking heathen, you can party in the piles of glass.

the music service, speakers and lights were set up by sombra ( @shadowcollectiv ). don’t ask where she got them.

if your characters wanna contribute, go ham! if you wanna plan something, talk to me!! let’s have some fun on total... drama... ISLAND

[fifthprimarch]

[ Of Mortals and Flowers ]

“Damn it, those delinquents are at it again!” “Phon, will you check it out this time? I’m tired...”

Usually the cafe storefront held a quiet facade, many of which could appreciate for a somber time. But every now and then, some rowdy noise came by in the form of a lousy group of miscreants, spreading their terror through petty vandalism: Spray painting near their building, knocking over outdoor tables... the usual annoyances. 

Although, it wasn’t until a startling crashing noise against the pavement that Sandalphon was sent out to ascertain the situation. Slipping out through the side entrance to avoid making himself seen, it seemed that one of the potted plants along the cafe’s windowsill had crashed to the ground. It was obvious from the spilled contents that the foreign bits of rock that shouldn’t have been there had most likely been the cause of the fall...

But before Sandalphon could really speak up, however, a stranger had already taken a stance against such a crime, loudly proclaiming his passion for plants while the opposing culprits threatened to bloody him up for interfering.

--Might as well step in, then.

“Oh?” Sandalphon smiled cleverly, gesturing to the scene at hand. “Is this what mortal brats fancy? Causing a ruckus?”

Though curiously, he was more intent on seeing how the situation would pan out from here, and how the young man standing his ground would carry himself now that the situation had an intervention.

@heliatlus

[cunninglingos-blog]

@heliatlus

     “O-oh...you’re....you...are you picking flowers? Oh...!”

     “Now aren’t you just a young man full of stamina...look how many you’ve picked. I didn’t know I’d find an expert in the art of flower picking so soon upon my arrival...count me impressed. Good on you, to be a healthy young man just filled to the brim with that type of energy~”

His voice was almost a purr as he’d stand over the other. He wanted to ask for directions, but building the tension up was what satisfied him most. He’d build the other up, and then give him the sweet release with his gentle question. But for now, he’d go for pushing the other’s buttons as much as he could. 

[pk-lovely-archive]

heliatlus replied to your post “have you gotten any newfound family?”

We Adopt

*throws the goddamn adoption papers in your face*

[balderdashsyndrome]

heliatlus replied to your post: “A flower festival, is it?” “I can only imagine a...

YOU

“Me indeed, Jekyll.”

“Have you been well? Keeping out of trouble? ‘Blooming in the spring rays’ as they say?” No one says that. And he had no reason to talk like a concerned parent either.

[vennatrix]

pencil!

send ✎ for a drawing of your muse!

[smuppeting]

"Bro, have you ever gone hiking? I'm sure the mountain here is full of scenic forest. I think it'd help clear your mind a little, you know?"

you shift a bit, not really sure why he’s telling you this. hiking? did you look like you were some nature loving hippie who wanted to scour the wild, eat berries and use a stick to walk around? “ you want to go hiking or somethin’?” is what you respond with, tugging cal a bit higher on your shoulder.

[isolaradiale]

incoming transmission! i'm here to app Dr. Hal "Otacon" Emmerich from the Metal Gear series! check out his /app page for all the deets! i'd also like to reapp my original character Atlus Trudeau (heliatlus), who I previously had at Citta. if there's any error in here, my apologies, ill fix it up quick!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Otacon!

Dr. Hal will be housed in APARTMENT 319.Atlus will be housed in CONDO 419.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[landsharkbite-archived]

TAGGED BY. @pearlfectionate RULES. tag nine users you want to get to know better !! REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

relationship status. taken by bunji mun! favourite colours. green and blue pets. one dog and a cat! other animals in the house include two more dogs, two rabbits and a tortoise. i also work at a doggy daycare so how many pets do i really have, honestly. a legion cats or dogs. don’t do this to me chapstick or lipstick. chapstick last song listened to. call it what you want - foster the people favourite tv show. parks and recreation, it’s always sunny in philadelphia first fandom. i think my first real one was sengoku basara hobbies. vidya games, drawing, RPing and finding more opportunities to nap

tagging: @convictedfeathers @bunjijumping @heliatlus @fridgestuck @headmastering @bloodcursed @dancingdevilbendy @odiodise @latrocinari

[gudakesa-blog]

@heliatlus

     It was the quiet and the quaint that initially drew him in, a brief moment’s peace surrounded by the thick floral scent. White, red, fuschia -- a single gloved finger traced neatly along the edge of a petal as a light sigh escaped him.

     “For a flower as beautiful as this to have such unattractive feelings attached to it truly is mysterious. And yet, there will still be so many to caress and care for it whilst not knowing for a single moment the hidden meaning behind that same beauty. How would they feel if they really knew... ?” Arjuna spoke aloud, entranced by a bouquet of begonias.

[cybralite-blog]

heyyy folks it's goomy -- i need to drop atlus for now, he is in saccharine and housed in apt 7. maybe he'll come back? whomst knows. thank you!!

dropped for you!

- mod arsenic

[pk-lovely-archive]

4.20

@heliatlus

          Beneath the heart of Sector 1, in the bowls of District A, rustles echoed through the still air. For a moment the sound stopped, its source pausing as he looked around. Before him stood a crowd of rather curious pariah, drawn to the scent of sweet candles and fresh cut flowers.

         “You guys...” Lucas huffed, ceasing his sweeping. In a gentle yet assertive manner he continued on. “I know it smells good but if you all crowd around my house he wont be able to get through!” The kid giggled about as he playfully shoo’d his nosy neighbors away. It was a sight to behold, honestly. There was a time when the boy was deathly afraid and detached from the denizens of this district but after many months he had grown to respect them. They meant no harm and that’s all that mattered in the end.

          “Speaking of which...” He mutters while scrambling for his phone in his pocket. He had sent his friend a few texts prior, however, it had dawned on him that maybe he should give a bit more information other than the general location...

[Text:] Hey Atlus! I forgot to tell you more about my place, sorry! [Text:] When you take the tube down here you should be able to find my house pretty easily! [Text:] It’s a hut, and right now all my neighbors keep coming over because of the smell! [Text:] It’s a good smell, don’t worry. [Text:] Please wear rain boots! It’s a little damp around here. [Text:] I’ll leave my door wide open for you. If you see the hut with candles then you’ve found it.

          Lucas tentatively returned his phone to his pocket, doubting that anything he sent was very helpful, but now was not the time to worry about all that. The hour they had plan to meet was drawing near and he had to make sure his place was as spotless as could be. It was both a pride and hospitality thing with him, as if trying to show that he was capable to caring for himself, all grown and teen-like now. 

          Confidently he placed his hands on his hips as he surveyed his humble abode. In which credit was due, the place was not all too shabby considering it’s base state. The rickety, unsightly furniture was draped with cheap, yet endearing covers. The little table had a cutesy display of cut flowers beside a rather large scented candle and scattered throughout the place were little knickknacks the kid had collected in his time at the city, from stuffed toys from the flower festival to an obscene amount of stationary he could not resist to impulse buy on sight.

          Looks okay! A thought that did not last long for when he sat on his bed and examined the room again, whatever meager confidence he held onto subsided. It was a tad embarrassing, admittedly, when he found himself lacking an extra chair for his guest. The blond had positioned the table beside the bed, making the bed itself into a chair for himself, allowing his upcoming guest the luxury of having the only chair in the house... er... hut.

          Maybe... this was a mistake... 

          His gut sank as he thought on it more. He did not want to cause Atlus any trouble by hosting this get together at his house but in the end, would it not be as troublesome to come all the way here, in a place as depressing as this...?

          I can’t be like this! He continuously scolded himself. He was past the point of no return and would do his damnest to make his 13th birthday somewhat salvageable.