#oc: declan

[chouettedelarte-archive]

can i just say. home much i rea LLy love this pairing?? declanxmikey is otp. i m ean for gods sake i drew some nsfw for it and i nE ver draw nsfw like?? im committed now. this is where i fall. i am done for. declan is @skeletalon‘s mikey’s trashy butt belongs to me

[pythagoreanwhump]

Lysander’s Kidnapping

OK I forgot to mention something. Lysander is a sleeper cell, and he’s never actually done anything. He was supposed to become useful after he graduates and enters the diplomacy field. Declan didn’t know about that, and he doesn’t care at all. He just wants to hurt Lysander

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Lysander looked around. It was dark, but fortunately the streetlights were working fine. Still, the light pooled in circles on the ground, the distance between each seeming unnaturally long, given how dark and foreboding it is. He can!t wait to get back to his dorm and just crash. There are no morning classes tomorrow, so he can sleep in. The perks of living in a dorm room by yourself are that you don’t have to worry about your roommate waking you up. He didn’t even have much homework, the only thing was a paper on the Munich Massacre. It was only just assigned, and not due for another two weeks. Besides, he already knew exactly what to write.

Another student walked behind him, slightly faster than him and approaching. Lysander considered saying hello to him, but he had earbuds in, so he probably didn’t want to be bothered. Lysander kept walking, eager to get out of the night chill.

The other person fell into step with Lysander and slowed down, walking uncomfortably close. Before Lysander could say anything, he felt the cool metal of a gun press up against his side.

“Act normal. I don’t think I need to tell you what I’d do if you don’t cooperate, do I?” He was quiet, just enough for Lysander to hear.

How had this person found out? He hadn’t even done anything. Lysander considered whether he would want to be captured or not. He didn’t want to die, but if he’s captured, that would be worse. He decided to take his chance. Maybe this was just a regular mugging. After all, he’s never acted yet. He nodded, his steps never faltering.

“That alley up ahead, turn into it with me.” The attacker’s voice was steady, and he didn’t waste any unnecessary words.

Lysander was doubting himself again. The way his attacker held himself, he didn’t seem like just a mugger. He seemed trained and practiced. What if this is more than that? He didn’t want to think about what would happen if he was actually discovered.

They approached the alley much too soon. A slight increase of pressure on the gun at his side prompted him to turn, and as soon as they were out of sight from the street, a hand laced in his hair and slammed him against the wall. His vision swam and his hands flew up to protect himself, but he lost his balance and stumbled, held up by the attacker who took the opportunity to stab a needle into his neck. He felt himself slip away.

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Lysander woke up with a pounding headache and a throbbing pain in his shoulders. He looked up to see his hands chained above him to the ceiling, his feet barely touching the ground. He looked around, seeing a small window near the ceiling that revealed that he was likely in a basement. The room was bare, concrete walls and concrete floors. The singular metal door swung open, revealing the attacker from earlier.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Lysander finally got a good look at the person who kidnapped him. He had a lazy smirk on his face. Paired with his dark features, it made him look quite intimidating, despite his average stature. He pulls out a knife and rests the tips against Lysander’s neck. “What’s your name?”

“Lysander,” he croaked out. There’s no use in resisting.

“Good,” the kidnapper replied, “Very cooperative. I am not normally this nice, but I say you deserve a reward for that. My name is Declan, but you will refer to me as Master or Sir, got it?”

Lysander whimpered, and at the blade pressing in a bit deeper, he realized that it wouldn’t suffice for Declan. “Yes, sir.” He shifted in his chains, ashamed of his submissiveness.

“You learn fast,” Declan replied. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Lysander looked to the side. “How did you find out?”

Declan paused. “Find out what?”

Lysander looked at Declan. “You didn’t know?”

Declan moves the knife down to his collarbone, pressing down and nicking the skin just a little. “I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it. Find out about what?”

Lysander whimpered and shook his head. He’s not gonna go on and blabber about that.

Declan pushed the knife down a bit more before changing his mind and retracting it. “Fine, I don’t care. Just remember this,” He leans in close to Lysander. “Whatever you were before, forget about it. You are mine now.”

Again, Lysander whimpered, earning him a harsh slap across the face. His ears rang with the impact, but he was quick to realize his mistake. “Yes, sir,” He replied, trying not to think of what he’s agreeing to.

Declan smirked. “Again, and mean it this time.”

Lysander took a deep breath. He knew that he should just follow Declan’s orders, being completely at his mercy and all, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was fine to just say the words without meaning them, but the thought of what it really means… It sent a shiver up his spine.

“I don't think you’ve accepted the situation yet,” Declan took a step back, “and I need to teach you a lesson.”

Lysander twisted to see as Declan disappeared behind him, only serving to twist his shoulders painful in the chains. He jerked forward at a light touch on his back, hearing Declan chuckle in response.

Declan traced Lysander’s spine with the whip’s handle. “Count for me, will you?”

The first strike landed without warning, and Lysander huffed a little. It didn’t hurt much yet, so he was able to keep in a scream. “One,” he squeezed out between clenched teeth.

Another strike. He was ready for this one, and he replied with “two” immediately, not wanting to anger Declan. It had the opposite effect since Declan was waiting to hear Lysander scream.

The third and fourth came in quick succession and Lysander buckled, his breath ragged. He managed to get the numbers out, just a bit slow. His jaw was clenched tight, trying his very best not to scream.

The fifth came landed in the same spot as the first and Lysander gasped, the number stuck in his throat. He squeezed it out quietly, hoping that he won’t be punished for his hesitance.

Declan sighed and increased his effort, whipping Lysander in a steady pattern. Lysander kept up, counting with an increasingly strained voice. He finally let out a scream at twenty-two and Declan pressed a finger into the open gashes, making Lysander jerk again, but his teeth were gritted hard, and he only let out a low moan at the pain.

“Well, say it.” Declan prompted, his hand spread across Lysander’s back, a vague threat to dig his fingers into the battered flesh if Lysander didn’t comply.

Lysander didn’t dare to hesitate. “I am yours,” he whispered, face flushed red.

Declan adds pressure to his hand. “Louder, and don’t forget the ‘sir’ at the end.”

“I am yours, sir,” Lysander repeated, tears stinging his eyes at the humiliation.

“Good boy,” Declan moved in front of Lysander and stroked his face, running his fingers over his cheekbone and jaw. “Now, what do you say after receiving your punishment?”

“Um,” Lysander thought for a moment, “Thank you?”

Declan pulled the knife out of his pocket again and slashes across Lysander’s chest before he could react. “Thank you, what?” an edge of anger crept into his voice.

Lysander let out a yelp. “Thank you, sir.”

Declan ran his fingers over the cut, “Come on, what are you thanking me for?”

Lysander hesitated again and Declan pressed on the cut in response. “Thank you for the punishment.” He spoke quickly, before realizing his mistake, “Sir.”

Declan smiled. “You are very welcome, pet.” He turned to leave. “Think about the lessons you’ve just learned today, will you? The next time you make a mistake, I won’t be so forgiving.”

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I'll admit, literally the sole reason I made Lysander a sleeper agent was because I was reading about that today, no relevance to the plot whatsoever, although I might do something relating to that if my brain decides to cooperate

[joezworld]

Flesh is Temporary, Steel is Eternal. (5/5)

Immortality

September, 2049

“Do either of ye ever thin’ aboot immor-immort- feck it - livin’ forever?” Siobhan slurred. 

Donald and Douglas looked at each other. When their daughter started getting existential, it was probably time to cut her off. 

Unfortunately, the case of lager she’d dragged into the sheds didn’t seem to be anywhere near empty, and they didn’t have hands to take it away from her. 

“I canno’ say ah have.” Douglas said after a moment. “What brings this on?”

“Ye mean aside from the booze? It’s cause I realized that Ah’m eighty years old and no’ getting any younger.” She said with remarkable clarity considering the number of cans she’d already drank. 

“’Vona, that happens to everyone.” Douglas said, trying to steer the conversation towards a topic that wouldn’t make him wish that he could drink. 

“Ah!” She said as she crushed an empty can in her hand. “Ye say that, but Ah relaized somethin’ - ye lot are gonna live forever! Cause I just saw Del’ down at the junction and she was telling me all about how they put this new motor in ‘er and she feels better than she has in years!”

Donald and Douglas considered this as their daughter rummaged for another can. “An’ before ye say that yer only gonna live as long as yer worth somethin to someone, this is fecking Sodor. Ye lot are worth more than yer weight in gold jus’ because of those damn toys! If somethin’ goes wrong wit ye, Rich Hatt is gonna chuck more money at the problem until yer better than new!”

She continued, plucking at the pull-tab of the can. “An when he kicks it, Kieran’ll take over, an then someone else after him, an so on an so on until Boom!” 

She cracked the can open for emphasis. “One day ye wake up an’ it’s the year three-thousand, and ye are livin’ forever.”

Donald and Douglas stared at each other. They hadn’t thought about it like that. “What’s this really about, lass?” Donald said slowly. He knew that this wasn’t actually about immortality. 

“That ye lot are gonna live forever.”

The engine quietly raised an eyebrow. 

“What?” 

“There’s more ta this, or did ye get so blackout drunk ye forget what today is?” It was exactly two years to the day that Declan had died of cancer. “Talk ta me ‘Vona. What’s really wrong here?”

Siobhan tried to put on a brave face, but it fell apart in the face of her father’s genuine caring. “Ah’m scared Da! Ye two are the only ones Ah got left! Deccie’s dead, so is mum and Lachlan an’ even Chuck! The kids are in Canada, so what if one day I just keel over? After a while, is anything gonna be left o’ me?”

She sniffled, and Donald not for the first time wished he could hug his daughter. “I knoo that ye two are gonna be there forever, but, Ah don’t remember everyone from school and shite! Are you gon’ remember me in a thousand years?”

“YES.” Both engine said at once, causing her to smile through her tears. 

“Thanks Da.”

Douglas smiled at her warmly. “Ah think I speak fer both of us when I say that we will never forget ye, ‘Von.”

She giggled and took another sip of lager, bringing the sheds into a comfortable silence for a few more minutes. 

Siobhan broke the silence again as a thought occurred to her. “Ye kno’, for all that ah’m afraid o’ dyin’ - Ah actually have no idea what is supposed ta happen ta me once it does, cause Mum was Catholic, Lachlan an’ Chuck were Protestants, and Dec thought he’d get reincarnated or whatever the term fer it is in Hindi.”

“Did ‘e?” Douglas had never really discussed spirituality with his son-in-law. Maybe he should have. 

“Oh yeah!” Siobhan paused for a second. “If that bastard comes back and I just die and go to heaven ah am gonna be very upset.” 

Her drunken and upset look was so funny that Donald and Douglas burst out laughing.

-

Many hours later - in fact it was the next morning

Siobhan had eventually passed out in between the tracks next to Douglas, and he woke that morning with no small amount of concern to see that an engine was now sitting on that road. 

His concern quickly turned to bewilderment as he looked closer at the engine itself. It looked familiar, but in a very distant way - he definitely hadn’t seen one in many a year. It looked like an old, old, old Caledonian Railway design, but where would that have come from? And how would it have gotten all the way to the Arlesburgh end of the Little Western without him or Donnie knowing?

Whatever confusion he had quickly faded as he realized that he cared far more about whether this engine was parked on top of his daughter then he did about its pedigree. 

“Aye - Aye you!” He whispered to the engine, trying to wake it without waking Donald. 

“Fuck off Da’ I’m sleeping.” The engine muttered in his daughter’s voice. 

“Wha- ‘Vona?”

“Da’! I’m fuckin-” The engine opened its eyes, which were the same shade of brown as his daughter’s. “Much higher offa tha ground than ah was before?”

It was at this point that Donald woke up, looked around his brother, saw the engine that had his daughter’s face, put two and two together, discovered that it made five, and started making a lot of noise.

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Richard Hatt arrived several hours later. The (actually rather trim) Fat Controller had been up bright and early to accept a new engine at Barrow, and was eager to see how well he would get on with Donald and Douglas. Despite the engine being a diesel, Oliver and Duck had already treated him kindly, which gave him high hopes for the Scottish twins. 

He was therefore unprepared to see both steam engines yelling at a third locomotive while all three built up steam. 

The third locomotive was one that his railway definitely did not own, and he had no idea why it was painted into his railway’s colours, but it seemed to be having a bad day, as it squirmed back and forth uncomfortably while the firelighters tried to build up a good fire. 

Donald and Douglas seemed to be offering their own brand of encouragement to the engine, as if it had never been fired before. He broke up the argument by clearing his throat until everyone noticed him, and waiting for them to shut up so he could speak. 

Honestly, these engines were older than him and they were like children sometimes. 

“Thank you.” He motioned to the engine behind him. “This is Declan. He is both new to the railway as well as being newly built. I hope that you will treat him kindly.” 

He turned to the mystery steam engine, in the process missing Donald and Douglas’ eyes widening hugely. “And who might you be?”

“At this moment, ah have no idea - hey! That is no’ how that poker bar works and ye know it!”

“I see.” Richard really didn’t. “I will let you four get acquainted.” 

In a move that was cheap but effective, he ambled out sight behind the shed like he was going to the yard office, but actually stopped just behind the building and listened: 

Douglas was the first to speak. “Lad, do ye jus’ look familiar, or are we going to deal with more of this horseshite today?”

“I want to point out that I have no idea why this happened, but yes, yes we are.” The new diesel said in what Richard could only imagine was a wry tone.  

“You Bastard!” The mystery engine bellowed. “Were ye really gonna let me think ye were dead for all this time?!”

“I thought that I was. This was not even remotely a possibility I had ever even considered.” 

“Okay. So we are dealing with more of this horseshite today...” Douglas sighed as the new engine continued her tirade. 

“-that coffin was expensive you cunt! An’ how’re we gonna explain this to the kids? ‘Hiya! just wanted ta let ye know that Da’s alive again and we both turned into trains like yer grandads?’” 

“I think they’d be very understanding if you said that...” The argument trailed off as Richard dazedly walked away. Those voices were very familiar now that he thought about it, and he had an inkling of an idea of what was going on, and it was honestly an inkling too much. He eventually made it over to the Arlesdale Railway station platform, where he was supposed to have a meeting with the Small Railway’s board. 

As he arrived, one of the railway’s engines set off with a train of empty hoppers. He couldn’t see which one it was exactly, but the mustard-yellow paint meant it was easy to identify the engine as Amanda Farrier, one of the new-builds from the 20′s. 

Wait. 

Amanda Farrier?

No...

Could it?

Richard hurried towards the Small Railway’s offices. If he was quick enough, he could maybe make it without seeing anything else that would bring on an existential crisis!

[dearzevran-archive]

The new dnd kids as themselves on the top, and as their characters on the bottom. (made on doodleface, and edited by me) Jaden Cardoso (19, he/him) plays as the human bard, Fionn. Veronica Hernandez (22, she/her) is the dm, and joins former dms of the game in the pantheon of gods of this world. Declan Moore (20, he/him) plays as the gnome cleric, Nial. Romi Lopez (21, she/her) plays as the drow warlock, Yarysa. Nika Boonyasak (19, she/her) plays as the tiefling rogue, Amity. Isa Sodhi (21, they/them) plays as the orc paladin, Gavora.

[doriansbutt]

hey look who finally hopped on the fallout train.  not sure if i like it or not yet but this is declan and he’s a Good Boy

also he has a man bun :)

[blue-eyed-hound]

| FALLOUT OC INFO SHEET | Name: Declan Nickname: Dec Age: 27 Height: 6'3" Weight: 200lb Eyes: green Hair: Black Body type: Muscular, tall, and triangled shape Status Pre-War: N/A Status Currently: Nuka World disciple member Relationship Status: with Kat Spouse(s): none, he never believed he had it in him to settle down. Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Cis male Ethnicity: White but tan as fuck Family: the Disciples Languages: English Scars: everywhere on him Physical traits: tall af, is basically all muscle, pretty much made of barbed wire and rawhide. Voice: is rough but he isn't to big on talking. Uses glances to get his point across to people. But when he does talk he's the most sarcastic person on the face of the earth Clothing: Disciples armor Fashion Style/Lifestyle: pretty much stays in the same set of clothes Weapon of Choice: his knife and a 10mm Skills: combat experience, lock picking Weaknesses: bad temper, likes gin more then someone should, gambles but only with the stakes are high and your life is on the line Poor skills: hacking, talking, and playing nice with others Affiliations: Nuka World Former Affiliations: old gangs he used to be a part of Enemies: pretty much 99.9% of the world and the operators. Neutral Affiliations: the Pack Likes: cigarettes, bar fights, sarcasm, money, and gin Dislikes: people Hates: selfish behavior and killing without a purpose Friends: Gage Acquaintances: Mason, Davy, and the rest of the park Former friends: they are all 6 feet under Enemies: Mags and William Black Pets: bone Personality: very quiet to get him to talk is like pulling teeth, loyal as fuck when he thinks of you as friend and or family, and is a homebody and only leaves the park if Kat does Favorite color: Red Favorite foods: raw Brahmin steak Favorite Sweets: fancy cakes Made this guy for Kat I felt bad for making the the most depressed girl ever. So I made her a buddy. Updates of his face later will come. Along with more fics for @red-eye-radio

[transmxnfenris]

People should definitely send me asks about my OC Declan to distract me from scary things and help me write. Important info: 

He’s a hacker, his handle is C0pyb0t512

He’s disabled (immunosuppressed and has a prosthetic foot) with large burns over his face

He has a cat named Tor just because

He likes hoodies and sweets

Also crisps

His main business is forgery and identity theft

He was kept in total isolation until he was 16 being experimented on by his mother

He has a boyfriend named Mathias (or Mads), an ex-sex worker turned drug runner and aspiring mob boss, who he would literally kill for if necessary

So hit me :) 

[pumpkin-bread]

The smallest baby brother

[secretly-a-wizard24]

Very, VERY late upload of another oc ref

[dearzevran-archive]

declan, who normally plays as fighter type characters and knows v little about spells: lol what if i made a dopey gnome cleric who’s bad at being a cleric

declan, after being magically inserted into the world of the campaign and stuck in the body of his dopey gnome cleric oc: fuc k

[blue-eyed-hound]

The things I do to get them in a damn picture together without running away

[transmxnfenris]

I'm super interested in knowing more about Declan (and your other ocs) but I can't think of any questions ><

In that case I will give you a list of random facts about him! :D There’s a lot of Badness in his life but I’ll try to keep these soft and warm because there is some niceness in his life...

He has a cat named Tor who is a soft little tabby kitten who followed his boyfriend home one day and wouldn’t leave so now he lives with them. He’s loved cats ever since there was a cat in his institution called Geordie that was big, fuzzy, ginger and was grumpy with everyone but Declan. He curls up on his knee whilst Declan sat in the corner in his second hand clothes and drew. 

Declan is a trans guy and when he was choosing his name he almost went with Lucas. It’s a good thing he didn’t because his boyfriend Mathias’ abusive father is called Lukas and that would have been a little awkward. 

He’s autistic and his special interests are: computers (building them, programming, hacking, and pretty much everything), vintage gaming consoles, Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon, cats, and drawing. 

He has a fidget spinner necklace that Mathias had specially made for him from a bit of circuit board that he took when Declan was making some adjustments to his computer and he asked Mathias if he could throw some of the scrap out. Declan wears it pretty much constantly. 

He loves hoodies and always wears them at least two sizes too big. When he was institutionalised and given a lot of donated clothes most of them were too big so he gets uncomfortable and squirmy if he wears clothes that ‘fit’. Hoodies are his favourite because he can hide in them, the soft fabric feels nice and before he transitioned it helped with his dysphoria. 

He has a webcomic about robots - it’s cute, quirky and set in a Dystopian future

When he’s nervous or sad he likes to make origami things like paper cranes, flowers, and such

He loves watching crime shows because he enjoys the systematic, case of the week, nature of them. But he hates gore, violence and such so he nearly always watches them with Mathias so he can be safe (and he can have his eyes covered at the really bad bits.)

He loves baths a lot, especially with Mathias, and collects bath bombs, bath salts and the like. They make him happy and flappy.

He’s a hacker and a forger so he works for a lot of unsavoury characters, but he has a shady business where he makes GICs for trans folk who need them (and IDs in their Real Names) and the correct documents for illegal immigrants, refugees etc. He keeps wanting to forge the necessary documents for Mathias (since he’s an undocumented immigrant) but Mathias doesn’t want Declan to because a part of his brain tells him he’s just yet another person who has taken advantage of Dec and he wants to get by by himself. Of course, if he’s ever in trouble Declan will definitely do something about it. 

Some of my other OCs are (ones that spring to mind anyways): Ruairi Maddigan - a mixed race (Thai/Irish) intersex mobster boy who lives in New York. Mat (Mirek Alois Tommen - but he hates it so goes by his initials, Mat) a serial killer with hemophilia. Jacobi Trevelyan, my main Dragon Age OC. Kolvic of the Knights of Ren, my Star Wars OC. Another Star Wars OC known as Vrei’Mater, a First Order Engineer and former slave. Maximus Rippner - a detective cannibal kid with a twin named Cenric. Énna Buckley, a drug addict trans boy with a telekinetic child soldier boyfriend. And now my mind is blank. But feel free to ask me about them or anything whenever! :D 

[blue-eyed-hound]

A Hidden Dream

The alarm had a going off, someone finished the gauntlet. Fear over took Kat's heart, Davy was three months along with her and Gage's third child. This is the first time this has happened and there was no way in hell was Davy was gonna try fighting someone. She woke up Declan and they hurried to Fizztop. The park was already heading to the bumper car arena. The pair rode up the lift. As they hit the top Davy and Gage were arguing. "Boss, for the love of God you ain't going out there!" "Well, then who's going to, Gage?" "No you that's for damn sure," Kat said the two looked over and greeted them. "Okay if I can't go then who wants to?" "I will," Gage said finishing putting on his armor. "Like fuck, you will Gage, the father of Davy's kids will not go into a life or death cage fight," Kat demanded. "Fine then does the guard dog want to go in for her?" Kat stopped, as much as she loved fighting for Davy she couldn't. She had noticed something about her had been off, she couldn't keep down food, she was sick every morning, and to add on top she was almost two months late. She feared this day would come, having a child. She didn't tell anyone, and couldn't figure out how to tell Declan. She waited too long this is how they were going to find out. Here and now, "I can't fight for Davy." The group looked at her, with facing of concern a shock. "Why Kitty?" Davy said in a soft voice. Kat sighed, this would have been time for a drink, she hadn't had one in weeks and it was killing her. She closed her eyes, "Because I'm pregnant." She opened her eyes fearing the worst. Davy was doing small jumps and screaming with joy, she almost knocked Kat over from throwing her weight into hugging her. Gage with his arms across his chest and a big smile on his face clapped Declan on the back and congratulated the two. Declan towering over the lot stood as still as stone. He hardly had time to dress from being woken up so early, old sweatpants, a t-shirt, and his favorite gray skull knit cap were all he had on. His face only held the emotions of shock, but his eyes told a different story. They were a bright as the stars and they held water that had already started streaming down his face. "I knew it," he said meekly, "I knew it! I knew it! Oh my God, Kitten, I've noticed you have stopped drinking and I thought you were sick. Then you stopped smoking, you started eating more, and I just knew something was up, but this?! Just oh my God, this is the best day!" He was wiping the tears from his face. Kat broke loose from Davy and hugged him. He surprised her, she feared he'd run if he knew. After the warm embrace, Kat spoke up, "okay because I'm on the bench who's going on?" The group stood quietly, "I'll do it", Declan said, "Kitty trust me I won't die. I can do it, nothing can take me down. Trust me." She agreed, the girls followed by Gage left for the bumper cars as Declan ran to change. At the arena, Kat stood by the door where the old cars were to see Declan before he went out. Davy was speaking to the gangs telling them she has a champion going in for her. The crowd was confused they had seen Gage next to her, Kitty by the door but had no weapons, whispers, and murmurs began to arise. Kat felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. Declan, she looked him up and down same clothes, no shoes, pistol, knife, and his lucky hat. She opened her mouth to protest but he beat her to it. "Don't worry Katey, I got it." And he slipped out the door to the arena, as cheers filled the room.

//

He felt like he was high. Holy shit his girl was going to have a child. His child. He was terrified but more than that he was excited. Declan had no idea what to do with these feelings, but when in doubt he shooting always made him feel better. A man came in through the other door. A smirk crept up on Dec's face. Davy rung the bell and the game was on. Reaching for his gun he shot the man in the arm and chest and charged. The challenger lowered his weapons and pulled away a grave mistake. Declan used one of the old cars to launch himself over the man with a knife in his hand. The man only screamed and shot a few more rounds and the knifed found a spot in his neck. And like that the fight was over. Blood covered the raider's face and shirt but it didn't matter. All he cared about was the fact he was going to be a father. A dream he never knew he had was going to be fulfilled. The doors unlocked and Kat ran to him. He reached out for a hug but she stuck him with a stimpack. Looking down there were three bullet holes in him. Laughing he started to feel some pain, but to him it was nothing. Kissing Kat, knowing his best years were now ahead of him. He knew life was going to be good.

@red-eye-radio

[gallowsinferno]

[transmxnfenris]

ways Declan is like me

disabled

arospec acespec

also gay

trans guy

disabled

anxiety

early 20s millenial

irish

agoraphobia (altho my recovery is going a thousand times better) 

likes star wars 

likes animal crossing 

likes yugioh

we like similar things is what i’m saying

baby soft boy who needs to be protected

autistic

fat

both survivors

abusive family

distant cunt father 

scandanavian boyfriend

all his friends are online

cries too much 

smol and soft

likes cats a lot

both spent time in psychiatric ward (him lots longer tho)

green eyes (but his super bright mine are dark)

freckles

ways Declan is not like me

he is a computer mastermind - i google everything

he has patience too much in fact

he likes online gaming 

dead mum

he hates horror / gore

is literal stalker / criminal

dutch

looks a bit like adam driver but smol

he is not allergic to cats 

he has lots of money cos criminal

grew up in isolation and was experimented on lots

he’s not intersex

he has a big fuck off burn on his face i do not

he has two half sisters and a half brother all are much younger than him and he barely knows. i have an older brother and an older sister (i am the baby) and I know them too well

[transmxnfenris]

for the meme, I'm gonna ask Declan and Enna :D

Oh yay!! Thank you friend! :D Here you go~!

Full Name: Declan Edward GerritzGender and Sexuality: Trans man / Homoromantic demisexualPronouns: He/him/hisEthnicity/Species: White Irish/DutchBirthplace and Birthdate: Kensington, London, UK and his actual birthday is unknown to him but the hospital put it down as “2nd of March 1995″ because that’s the day he was found.Guilty Pleasures: He’s the type that wouldn’t use the term ‘guilty pleasures’. But systematic crime dramas that are very ‘case of the week’-esque, John Hughes movies, and Enya.Phobias: Agoraphobia as well as a fear of hospitals and medical procedures.What They Would Be Famous For: for being an infamous, anonymous hackerWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Hacking or forgeryOC You Ship Them With: @adopduction‘s OC Mathias IversenOC Most Likely To Murder Them: His mother, Edwina Gerritz, Mat (because he’d murder anyone) or his old doctor Harrison.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Young Adult / Family things that are really happy.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mentally ill people who are cursed with love. He likes mentally ill villains (even tho he accepts it’s ableist) because he relates. Talents and/or Powers: Computer related things (programming and hacking especially) and drawing. Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s sweet and if your his friend he’ll defend you to the death - as well making sure he always has your favourite snacks in when you come to visit. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He has no real sense of boundaries, he is very reserved, he’d definitely snoop around your things via his computer, and he’d hurt you and/or ruin your life if you even touch Mathias. How They Change: He gets better at dealing with people and respecting his boundaries once he meets Mathias because he learns how to deal with them and it’s his first real human relationship. He also gets better at trusting people and recovers mentally and trauma wise. Why You Love Them: He’s a sweet baby who although could ruin my life and destroy me, is my son who must be protected and given all of the nice things… Which is why I torture him. I also reflect on him a lot and use him as a therapy character fairly often.

Full Name:Énna Cian Buckley  Gender and Sexuality: Trans man, greyaro-greyacePronouns: He/him/hisEthnicity/Species: White IrishBirthplace and Birthdate: A small village outside of Galway in Ireland and 15th of December 1999Guilty Pleasures: Adventure Time, Bad comedy films, bad horror films, and basically anything that will give them a high. Phobias: The dark and fire. What They Would Be Famous For: Stealing something incredibly importantWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Drug possessionOC You Ship Them With: @adopduction OC ArkadyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: His own mother in all honesty.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror-comedyLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Forced romantic plots especially if Énna headcanons the main characters as queer.  Talents and/or Powers: Drawing, always some how managing to find extra cash even if it seems impossible, and general researching things.Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s really sweet and nice to everyone, to an almost self-destructive point. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He’s almost constantly high, doesn’t shower often enough, and is far too argumentative and difficult to hold down.How They Change: I haven’t fully decided yet, I think he gets stronger and the fire inside him burns brighter because Arkady nourishes it. Why You Love Them: He deserves better, he’s a genuinely nice person and he thinks he’s stupid because of his learning difficulties but he’s actually just never had help or been given a chance. I hope I can come up with a happy ending for him and Arkady.