#if i tag this ill probs try to rework it

[arrebolar]

ok uhhh basically i miss writing some of my old characters !!!  so i made a lil list below of some of my faves and a few plot ideas they might suit ..... if any of them jump out @ u pls hmu. might repost this in the tags later but the rpc scares me so yall get first dibs if u want lol

if u wanna know more abt anyone in particular hmu !  im here for 1x1 stuff or multis or even if u have a group u think anyone might suit, some of these characters arent like Built For Romantic Plots so gimme all the connections--- but as far as romance goes i think theyre mostly bi so im real open to combos

anyways !  here we go

achilles ison, aka ace  /  former golden boy, music enthusiast, florist  /  willem de schryver fc  /  tag  /  pinterest.

is probs the most flexible !  he’d probably suit a little group or multi but would work with a 1x1 too

honestly you could throw him just about anywhere, he’s just a fatalistic little weirdo who likes flowers and dark clothes and loud music

i think it’d be fun to have like a road trip type group or multi and ace would work w that ..... idk

big friends to lovers energy

tomas abascal, aka baz  /  con artist, professional liar, card shark  / diego tinoco fc  /  tag  /  pinterest.

oh god i have Ideas for him

hes highkey a criminal so like ..... a plot against some detective / somebody w a grudge / bounty hunter idk who was hired 2 track him down..... thats spicy

i had a plot w him in an old group where like they kept ending up at the same places and were closer than he usually gets to people, but they didnt even know each others real names n shit so it was sneaky

writing him against someone hes conning out of their money would b . fun

he’d also work in more Classic heist type stuff so :)

carlisle jacobi harrison-shea, aka jace  /  getaway driver, adrenaline junkie, perpetual runaway  /  cyrus amini fc  /  tag  /  pinterest.

honestly just give me a lil heist group or multi i need it

idt he’d suit 1x1s on their own so like pls

river caro  /  son of venus, antihero, love cynic  /  unknown fc  ( maybe manu rios but idk )  /  tag  /  pinterest.

he’s from a pjo universe originally so like take that and run tbh

enemies to lovers??? yeah ??

hes very shitty and manipulative and will use charmspeak to get what he wants so like ... someone that kinda gets caught up in that and then realizes he sucks would b interesting

a rival camper perhaps ....

go all tf in honestly make some minor god bitch fall in love w him !!  he doesnt think love is anything more than transactional so honestly i just think it would be funny to throw a literal gods affection at him ....

tbh i just want 2 make him catch feelings cuz hed be annoyed abt it

ronan eastes  /  cursed, anger issues, monster hunted  /  froy gutierrez fc  /  tag  /  pinterest. 

honestly he’s very weird and angry so like most plots would probs start as enemies or at least reluctant allies

another poor cursed fucker !!

maybe someone he knew when he was younger n they were kinda friends but then he got even colder and more reclusive and wary abt ppl getting caught in his Literal monster stuff so they drifted ... n now reunited

someone 2 be the hero to his villain for that Contrast

dont overthink it tbh its that enemies to allies to friends to ??? we’ll see

salem lovell  /  unknown divine, diner waiter, small-town boy  / jason harderwijk fc  /  tag  /  pinterest.

hes like lowkey got some weird magic but doesnt know a lot abt it yet so someone to help him explore that ?

a regular at the diner he works at or someone who stays at the same hotel where he lives would b cute tbh

exes mayhaps ....

idk i haven’t had a chance to rly explore him as much as ive wanted to so he’s another one whos like pretty open to a lot of stuff

thats it for now thank u xoxo

[trolli-worm]

Okay well. Here's a Fight Club fic in 2022 I guess featuring Tyler as pr*d. I'm still very self conscious so we'll see how far I can take this. Nothing will be explained bc I can't make myself say words so just accept it as it comes idk, all I can force myself to say is the pr*y is completely safe.

You knew the house pretty well. After living in the walls for a few months, you knew the routine of humans who lived here pretty well. Nearly every single evening, they both disappeared for hours, to do... well, something.

You weren't sure of the specifics, but you knew they came home in the earliest hours of the morning bleeding and covered in new cuts and bruises. Sometimes stitches.

You didn't want to know.

All that mattered was, wherever they went, they gave you your window of opportunity. Sneak out, borrow anything you needed, go back where you came from. The place was falling apart at the seams, which was lucky for you, because there were dozens of little holes in the walls for you to come and go as you pleased.

The pair of them didn't have many possessions of their own in the falling-apart house, but you had what you needed.

Or, well, you did. You were running out of supplies again, by now. It had been a few days since you had taken- er, borrowed- anything for yourself. Which meant tonight was a night for restocking.

You knew what time the humans always left the house by heart. So you waited until the time was right, then made your move.

You couldn't really tell where you were in the house by the inside of the walls alone, but once you stepped out, you knew the way to the kitchen, so you started the night-long journey ahead of you.

It was easy enough for you to get yourself up onto the counters by now, and on you climbed. They never kept anything too special around, but you hardly minded. You didn't need anything special, just the basics. So you started gathering everything you'd need, a crust of bread here, a grape there. The usual.

You were so wrapped up in the routine of it all that you didn't notice the soft footsteps coming down the upstairs hallway, down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

You didn't notice the groggy breathing, the soft swear word exhaled as the human stumbled tiredly over his own feet. You didn't notice anything at all... until the kitchen light was turned on.

You froze.

They were still here. Why were they still here?! You knew you didn't get the time wrong, you knew when they left the house, it was the same time every day... you had been doing this for months!!

But it didn't matter. You had gotten too comfortable. Nothing mattered anymore except for the fact that you had been caught, or, if you hadn't been spotted yet, that you were about to be.

All you could think about were the two men's beaten up, bruised and bloody faces coming home worse and worse each night. Until now, you had intentionally kept your mind off of the how and why they could keep injuring themselves so badly, but in this moment, you couldn't think about anything else... and the thought was paralyzing. All you could do was shut your eyes.

You heard his breathing get louder and his footsteps get closer and closer until you knew he was standing over you.

He laughed, "what the fuck are you?"

You didn't answer. You still couldn't make yourself move, open your eyes, breathe.

Again he started, "what the...," but he trailed off.

Through your shut eyelids, you could tell the light had gotten dimmer.

Something in your brain finally clicked.

You opener your eyes, and just as you'd thought, it was his hand coming towards you.

There was a chance this guy was friendly...and there was a chance he wasn't. You couldn't risk finding out. Your legs finally got the signal to run, but it was too slow, too late, the man's hand already too close, and he grabbed you easily, and held you with both his hands in a ball around you.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

You could tell he was lifting you higher, higher, as high as he was tall.

Fuck. Shit.

He took one of his hands away and readjusted his grip to easily hold you in one hand.

For the third time, he asked, "what the fuck are you?"

He sounded genuinely confused, not angry, which was something at least, but there was a careless laugh in his voice that you weren't sure if you should be concerned about.

He brought you up even closer to his face to get a closer look at you. You got a closer look at him, too, and you had to admit that even despite the scars and stitches, he wasn't bad to look at at all.

He poked and pulled at you curiously. He was rough about it, but you didn't think he was trying to hurt you intentionally. It seemed like "rough" was just the only setting this guy had.

After inspecting you for a while, he smirked, teeth poking out just one side of his mouth.

Then he shoved you in his pocket.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, the pocket you landed in was the front right pocket of his jeans, and he didn't wait for you to get settled or even react before he started back the way he came with rather more spring in his step than when he came down. The continuous up and down, up and down, up and down movement made you feel like you were going to be sick.

Even if you hadn't been made uncomfortable from the constant movement, you would've been uncomfortable anyway by the position you had been forced into. You were partially upside down, and none of your limbs were in their right directions.

With effort, you managed to slowly right yourself in the moments between his steps, though being squished in between fabric, more fabric, and leg didn't make it easy. You finally made it to where at least you were sitting right-side-up. It was still not particularly comfortable, especially with you acquiring motion sickness by the second, but you had to admit, at least his body heat was nice.

Once upstairs, he jogged a few more steps before suddenly halting. You heard as well as felt him start banging on a door.

"HEY, MAN, YOU UP? HEY. HEY! GET UP. GET. UP. GET UP AND COME HERE OR I'M COMING IN THERE MYSELF. THREE... TWO... ONE..."

Every word he spoke was almost ear splittingly loud on its own, and combined with the intense amount of banging he was doing on the door, you now not only felt nauseous, but a headache coming on as well.

When he hit "one," he thrust the door open. You heard a tired, exaggerated moan, and then,

"WHAT IS IT, MAN?! I TOLD YOU I WAS TOO FUCKING TIRED TONIGHT, TYLER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

This voice was different, and came from across the room. The other man who lived here. You could hear the smug grin in the man who had found you's voice when he replied,

"I found somethin'."

The other man scoffed, saying, "Okay! Great! Show me tomorrow, goodnight."

"Ha! Nah. Come over here."

"Tyler..."

"Come. Over. Here."

The second man groaned again, but you heard the rustle of cloth followed by footsteps.

The one who had found you said, "give me your hand, and close your eyes. Don't open till I say."

You heard another footstep, the other man quickly took a step back. "I swear to god, if you burn me again-"

The first man let out a single huge laugh again, "Ha!" and finished the rest of the sentence with a dark chuckle in his voice, "no, this one won't hurt a bit. well, actually, I can't promise that. Didn't hurt me, though. Just be careful, don't drop it and you'll be fine. Probably."

You had to squint your eyes shut as light filled your vision, and in that brief flash you could see fingers coming towards you. You were pulled back out of the pocket you had been stuffed in and slid from one pair of hands to another, though the first pair of hands still hovered closely above you.

"Can you feel that?" The first man asked the second. You were sitting very still.

"Y-yeah? I feel... it, dude, what-"

The second man got cut off. "Open your eyes."

He did as he was told, and the second man looked down at you. For a moment, you could see the gears turning is his drowsy head, then,

"WHAT THE FUCKHELL, SHIT-"

He stumbled over his words, throwing out numerous unintelligible swears in a row, leaping as high in the air as a mam could go and yanking his hands out from under you.

For the first time in their presence, you made a noise, and it was a scream.

You fell, terrifyingly, for what felt like minutes on end, but the first man, who was apparently named Tyler, had never pulled his hands completely away from you, and he caught you almost instantly. You scrambled onto the safety of his hand, panting hard, hard, eyes closed.

You could've died, you almost died, that guy would've killed you if Tyler hadn't-

You found the thumb of the hand that cradled you and clung to it, breathing heavy, burying your face into the pad of the digit. Your eyes were shut tight and you had no intention of opening them.

You felt Tyler lifting you up higher again, but thus time it was only to hold you to his chest. He was intentionally careful with you, but his attention was fully focused on the other man.

"I told you not to drop it," Tyler said, as nearly always with that smirk in his voice, but it was thin and obviously disappointed. As if it was a test the other man had just failed.

The other man finished his swearing and said in the same breath, "what.. is.... i-is that... a fucking person??"

Tyler shrugged, making the sounds of the phrase "I don't know" without opening his mouth.

"Where...did it come from?"

"Kitchen. I told you not to drop it." He repeated. He said the words "kitchen" and "I" in the same syllable, no pause, like the other sentence had been queued un his mouth already and he had to squeeze his reply in at the beginning and it didn't fit.

The other man struggled for words for a moment, starting and stopping several different sentences before finally making out,

"Jesus, I'm, I'm sorry, man, I... who could possibly be prepared to see...," he trailed off, and for the first time since he dropped you, he made himself look at you again.

You were still clinging to Tyler's thumb, and you were going to stay that way.

"I don't know, man... here, let me try again," he said, and reached for you, and here you made your second sound in their presence, just a long single squeal, and buried your face in his thumb again. This made Tyler laugh a mean sounding laugh, but you thought it was directed at the other man, not you. He threw up his hands.

"Fine! Fuck me, I guess, fine. You keep it then."

"I will," replied Tyler.

"Okay! Fine!" He looked annoyed now, but also exhausted, and the latter, you could tell, was quickly becoming the stronger of the two feelings. Calmer, he asked, "what are you going to do with it?"

You had been wondering that yourself. You looked up at Tyler who was looking right back at you.

"Oh, I have some ideas."

That dark, smug grin was back on his face.

"Okay, cool, great. Are you leaving? Can I sleep now?" The other man asked.

Tyler didn't reply, he just shut the door behind him.