#theesses

[skadoodler]

LETS GOOOOOOOOO!!!!! WE WIN THESEEEEE

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@wexarethewalkingxdead sent:

(Bailey) - 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. - 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. - 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. - 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. - 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. - 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. - ��� CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

🎮 what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

As far as hobbies go in the apocalypse... Bailey loves reading, and she'll read most things but she really enjoys comics or books that have pictures. She likes the books about animals the most, especially about bears! She loves to draw in her journal, animals or things she sees on the road. And... She occasionally enjoys playing pretend with her stuffed bear Teddy... She gets lonely, she's a kid, leave her be. Is that a hobby? Probably not but it is now.

rest under the cut because long!

🎶 what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

She very seldomly has listened to music. She doesn't have a type of music she likes and she can't listen to it often, even if she wanted to. She has no idea what she's missing out on.

💯 share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

She is not entirely grossed out by the taste of human flesh. The idea of it, or the concept of actually doing that, absolutely disgusting don't even ask. But the taste itself is not as gross as it sounds. It's just, the very weird and strange part of her that is infected.

She will totally eat a bug if it means not starving to death. Yes it's gross. Yes she hates it. Yes she'll still do it.

If she's lonely enough and some random asshole tries to kill her, she will and has infected people and then lured them along with her for company. The company of an infected person isn't exactly awesome, but it's still someone to talk to... Sorta.

💤 is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She's a light sleeper, mostly due to her sensitive hearing, it's hard to "turn it off" to get a good night's sleep. She's always on edge, even when asleep, so little noises can and do wake her. She likes to sleep with her arms tucked into her chest, always hugging Teddy, and her legs close to herself, she doesn't feel safe just sprawling out.

🌈 what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

I want to say she doesn't really have one. The whole concept is a foreign subject for her, given the world she's grown up in that's not exactly something she learned about or ever talked about with anyone because it's just not a priority when it comes to survival in that kind of world. She's just, if you like someone you like them and that's just it? She'll abide by the pronouns someone identifies as, though. And her own are she/her.

🐷 what is your oc's favorite animal?

BEARS. Obviously. This is just very straight forward, it is bear. All bears.

🐉 what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

Dragons in the comics or books she reads have always been very awesome. And if Clifford the big red dog counts as one, then she likes him too.

🤍 what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Her curiosity can be both good and bad. Good for learning and such like that, bad for getting her into trouble.

She is conservative; cautious, and this too can both be good and bad. In the apocalypse you have to live cautiously, it can help keep you alive, but at the same time it makes forming connections with other people difficult.

And uh... She's creative. Like, creative in the way that she does little sketches in her journal, or the way that she engages with Teddy. But she's also... Creative in the way that she uh, unalives people. She is aware that her blood can infected people. Which means if she pricks herself with an arrow and then shoots that arrow and it hits her target, that person is now infected and their threat on her life has been neutralized... Yep.

🍝 what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

She will eat just about anything, but she really loves the canned soups and other similar items like chef boyardee. Especially if it's heated over a fire.

🍰 what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

Well she once found an old package of skittles that tasted alright despite definitely being expired. And chocolate. Again, not in it's prime, it is the apocalypse, but, still alright.

🍸 what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

She once drank some vodka thinking it was water. She hated it. It was terrible. That is about it. She's 14, it is the apocalypse so I guess go nuts but, she's technically underage for drinking.

😖 is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

A little bit of both, so, ambivert I guess. I mean she's full of energy, she's not shy or anything like that but she's very private and reserved. She absolutely does not let people in easily, that's dangerous and just asking for trouble.

😓 is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

She likes to learn, but only if she wants to and or is interested in the topic. Otherwise she is super stubborn. It really depends on the topic at hand but in general she is absolutely a stubborn little shit.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

well @flagonking I'll blame you for this one

Emily: "Sir Pentious! Is that a laser canon!?"

Sir Pentious: "What? What, no. Of courssssse n- OH THISSSS canon! Ah, I, ah- I wass jussst dissssmantling it, oh mighty sssseraphim!"

Emily: "Dismantling- does it still work?"

Sir Pentious: "P-perhapssss, but ah...." (falls face down) "Pleassse! Do not ssssssend me back or rip the wingsss FROM my back!!!! I prosssstrate mysssself before you! I am a worm at the hem of your sssscelesstial sssskirtsss! I beg of you have merssscy! I-"

Emily: "I need you to do a terrorism for me."

Sir Pentious: "...I... beg your pardon?"

Emily: "Vaggie collapsed at last week's meeting and hasn't been fully conscious since-"

Sir Pentious: "WHAT! Vagatha!?"

Emily: "-Charlie's tried everything in hell she can think of but nothing's helped and she's finally broke her promise not to tell anyone in heaven and I really really wish she would have done that SOONER because Lute stormed out of the meeting just a few minutes before Vaggie went down and since then I haven't seen Lute anywhere and Sir Pentious, I NEED you to draw her out in a HURRY, Lute I mean, so I have a chance of finding what I think she's been hiding when I slip into her place while she's off confronting you-"

Sir Pentious: "What."

Emily: "I'm sorry, but we can't go to Sera for help. I don't trust her not to give Lute a heads up and enough time to get rid of any evidence before she's searched and Vaggie won't be safe again until we catch Lute red handed and make sure to get it BACK from her- That's the main point, everything else comes later-"

Sir Pentious: "Theesse are too many wordsss! I don't underssstand! Me dissstract her?! Vagatha very expressly told me NOT to draw the pathetic bi-, the ah, lieutenant'sss ire! It wassss a direct order!"

Emily: "I know and it's dangerous and she'll be furious with us both afterwards but Lute can't get away with this!"

Sir Pentious: "Thisss what? What issss she-"

Emily: "I think she has Vaggie's halo, from when Adam took it."

Sir Pentious: "Her halo..?"

Emily: "I think Lute's been hurting her with it."

Sir Pentious: "Oh..."

Sir Pentious: "...Undersssstood! Where in heaven ssshould the terrorisssm take plassce?"

Emily: "As far from the Exorcist barracks as you can manage- maybe, also as far from Adam's suits as you can make it too? I don't know where else she'd feel safe enough to do something like this from, so we'll start there."

Sir Pentious: "Ah... The gatessss ssssshould be a good disstance from both, yesss? And an attack on them would be MOSST alarming."

Emily: "Perfect, Pentious! That's perfect."

Sir Pentious: "Ma'am! When ssshall we commenssce the opperashhion?"

Emily: "Now. Right now- I have no idea what this is actually doing to Vaggie, if it IS what I think it is, but it can't be good and it needs to stop."

Sir Pentious: "Then I sssshall attack at onsssce!"

Emily: "Wait! Sir Pentious, I won't let Lute hurt you either- Take this with you."

Sir Pentious: "Y- YOUR halo-? NO! I cannot!"

Emily: "I'm authorizing you to. It's MY blessing to give. You'll be under my protection with this- As long as you hold it, anyone who tries attacking you will be attacking me too."

Sir Pentious: "But what if, sssshe attacks anyway?? I, I don't know if I could ssssurvive, never mind sssafeguard your-"

Emily: "If she comes for you, use my halo to shield yourself."

Sir Pentious: "Ah! Ah, but-"

Emily: "No buts. Promise me?"

Sir Pentious: "But you are ssssso much powerfuller and more important than I am! You are helping with the hotel! We ssshouldn't risssk-"

Emily: "Your friends lost you once, Pentious. You died for them."

Sir Pentious: "W-well. I would have preferred not to..."

Emily: "But you did and we're not putting them through that again. If Vaggie can survive Lute's sword cutting her eye out of her skull, I'm sure I'll manage a dent in my halo or two."

Sir Pentious: "... very well, ma'am."

Emily: "Please, it's just Emily."

Sir Pentious: "Ah, err, missss Emily? If you are sssscertain..."

Emily: "Good, then take it and good luck!"

Sir Pentious: "AH! You asss well!!!"

Emily: "Try to keep Lute arguing if she doesn't go straight to trying to kill you!"

Sir Pentious: "I will! I sssswear I will give you asss much time for your sssssearch ass I can!"

Sir Pentious: "...."

Sir Pentous: "Oh dear."

Sir Pentious: (hastily gather up laser canon) "Oh dear oh dear- oh thisss would be ssso much fasssster with my eggssss!" (juggling emily's halo) "Ah!"

Sir Pentious: (slithering quickly) "All thisss time. The crusty exorcist leader.. doing things to Vaggatha's halo..?"

Sir Pentious: (HISSES)

Sir Pentious: "I DO hope Charlotte MURDERSSS that bitch...."

Random Angel: "What?"

Sir Pentious: "AHHH!!!! I- I sssaid- OH DEAR! I SSSSSEEM TO HAVE AN ITCH! I ssshall jusst go and ssscrape myssself very inossscently againsst the gatesss of heaven, la la la, do not be alarmed! ....YET!"

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Vaggie: "...?"

Charlie: "Oh-!"

Vaggie: "...charlie...?"

Charlie: "Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Why'm I... lying down."

Charlie: "Shhh it's okay, you're just resting a bit-"

Vaggie: "Weren't we, doing something... You're... crying..?"

Charlie: "No I'm-" (wipes face) "D-do you know where you are right now?"

Vaggie: "Our room..."

Charlie: "Right, that's right. That's good. You know me and our room and it's, okay. You're safe here and it's okay. Just rest."

Vaggie: "But the... meeting..?"

Charlie: "That was days ag- never mind. It's not important. Can I prop your head up for a second? Can you try a sip of water? You, you should drink a little while you're still awake-"

Vaggie: "I was... sleeping? Am I going to. Fall back asleep... again?"

Charlie: "I don't-" (voice breaks) "-I, I don't know. Maybe. You weren't really talking when you woke up before. Here. Drink?"

Vaggie: "Not thirsty. Not tired. What. Happened?"

Charlie: "You've been resting-"

Vaggie: "Charlie you've been crying. You still are. What's wrong?"

Charlie: "Oh m-maybe nothing, now you're sounding like yourself again... How's the headache?"

Vaggie: "It's..."

Vaggie: "...Gone?"

Charlie: "Gone? You're sure? Please don't hide it this time-"

Vaggie: "I'm not, sweetie. I feel okay."

Charlie: "And not even tired, mm?"

Vaggie: "Alright fine. A little tired. Probably not as tired as you though."

Charlie: "I'M not the one who's been-"

Vaggie: "When did you last get any sleep?"

Charlie: "... Husk and Angel offered to sit in while I tried napping, yesterday. But it felt wrong. You were just, laying there next to me so still, you only moved when another fit started."

Vaggie: "I've been having fits?"

Charlie: "A few. Four, I think? But only since yesterday." (shaky sigh) "Everyone's been trying to help, so don't get mad at them about me losing some sleep. I kept jolting awake scared I would miss- something. Not be there when you... the next time you woke up."

Vaggie: "...well I'm awake now."

Charlie: "You shouldn't strain yourself, okay? Just. Try to rest. Do not try getting up."

Vaggie: "I won't. But I could use a hug."

Charlie: "Me too..." (snuggles gf)

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "...Vaggie?"

Vaggie: "Hm? Yeah?"

Charlie: "J-just checking."

Vaggie: "I swear I feel okay now. Whatever all, that, was, I think it's over."

Charlie: "Okay. Heh."

Vaggie: "What?"

Charlie: "Maybe I worried Emily over nothing after all."

Vaggie: "You didn't tell her-"

Charlie: "It's been a week, Vaggie. I'm sorry, I know I promised- but I didn't know what to do."

Vaggie: "A week? Oh hun... then that's my fault for freaking you out." (hugs) "Don't be sorry. The only angel you told was Emily, right?"

Charlie: "Yes. Just her..."

Vaggie: "That's fine. She's not. The worst."

Charlie: "Someday you'll admit that you like her~ You think she's niiiice and want to hold haaands~"

Vaggie: (snorts) "Definitely fucking not. You're loopy from lack of sleep, babe, and that's the only reason you're saying that. But I trust her."

Charlie: "You do?"

Vaggie: "She stood up to heaven with you. That's good enough for me."

Charlie: "I want you to be the one standing with me, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Does laying down with you count too?"

Charlie: "For now I'll take it."

Vaggie: "Very generous of you sweetie. Can you take a nap for me too?"

Charlie: "Maybe. You'll... get better soon now, right?"

Vaggie: "I will. "

Charlie: "... and if I drift off, just for a moment, you'll be awake when I wake up?"

Vaggie: "I promise."

-

Lute: "I plead innocence."

Emily: "Innocence? Lute, you admitted to it! You basically bragged about doing it!"

Lute: "There's no shame in doling out righteous punishment."

Emily: "How can you call this righteous!? She couldn't even defend herself! She didn't even know what was happening to her! And you- describing every scratch and dent on this halo, talking about how you dragged you sword's edge across it at first until it drew sparks, and then how you just started hacking at it- You had better PRAY when Charlie hears about this-"

Sera: "Hell will not be informed of the matter."

Emily: "Sera- they are the wronged party here! Of course we have to tell th-"

Sera: "No. We will not."

Lute: "Thank you ma'am."

Sera: "You will hold your tongue, exorcist. Did you strike a Seraphim?"

Lute: "... that, filth, the snake hid behind her halo-"

Emily: "As I told him to."

Sera: "So you saw the halo before you struck. And still did so."

Lute: "He was destroying the gates of heaven!"

Emily: "Also on my orders."

Lute: "See!? She's as bad as those SCUM down there are- just as much of a traitor as-"

Emily: "Thank you. I would rather be like her than-"

Sera: "Stop. Lute, you are banished from the inner spheres for the time being. I will summon you once a tribunal is convened to consider your actions."

Lute: "Ma'am."

Sera: "Emily... Go lie down for the rest of the day. I'll check in with you later."

Emily: "..."

Emily: "I knew you would do this."

Sera: (sigh) "Do what?"

Emily: "Part of me hoped you wouldn't, but I knew I couldn't risk the chance you wouldn't care... even when it was one of ours being hurt."

Lute: "THAT FLITH IS NOT ONE OF US!"

Emily: "Good. Maybe she's safer down there."

Lute: "Not if I having anything to say about it!"

Emily: "I can see that. I'm starting to think even angels aren't safe up in heaven."

Sera: "Go lie down, Emily, please."

Emily: "Fine. I have a headache anyway. Dented halo and all that."

Lute: "Why are you taking the-"

Emily: "Vaggie's halo?"

Lute: "It belongs to- it belonged to Adam! And as the new leader of the exorcists, I-"

Emily: "You'll touch it again over my dead body."

Sera: "Enough with the dramatics. Now I am getting a headache."

Emily: "Let's talk politics then. As the sole volunteer delegate to hell, I am the only one here who can return Vaggie's stolen halo to her, aren't I? Aren't I, Sera."

Sera: "... you may as well."

Lute: "Seraphim please- you can't show mercy to Adma's killers-"

Sera: "I am left cleaning up the mess Adam and you have caused yet again, Lute, and I am becoming tired of doing so. Go."

Lute: (glares) (leaves)

Sera: "...and Emily... I won't be able shield you from your own actions forever. I am only one of heaven's seraphim- Please, do not do anything to condemn yourself in the eyes of our fellows. I cannot out rule them all. And some of them have been listening to Lute..."

Emily: "Including you."

Sera: "That is my duty."

Emily: "Well, maybe protecting people from angels like you is mine."

Sera: "Emily-"

Emily: (flies off) (still carefully cradling vaggie's halo)

[jaymerrickscamera]

Grahhh here’s the emojis I have for my server gaming.. (I only have jay n tim rn but I’ll make more in the morninggggggg anyway enjoy theesse)

[aloysarrow]

Me: I know Wriothesley is pronounced like Rhysly or whatever.

Also me: wuh-rio-theess-ly

[brosif40]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!

hands you theesse YIPPEE

[lucia-has-thoughts]

day theess of biting into a mlemon until everrett copies me

he did it :3

artists rendition of what it looked like >:)

[moonkitty]

took theess pics of my cat and it looks like shes a little glowing angel

[the-firebird69]

nevada attorney general indicted the six fake electors and sent a warning to trump youmay talk about jan 6 and theess eelctors but at your own risk and trump bellowed is that so.and he has. and he faces another indictment tommorrow and two more and were mentioned inthis article e is goig waya for sure.

Thor Freya

Olympus

[intrusive-ends]

The longer you push me away theess Iove you. The more you break boundaries te less respect I have towards you. The less needs of mine met the less interested I sho.

[iheartliquor]

good night moon jeans

[that-rollingfrog]

WASYHHGHGG I LOVE THEESSE

going fusion mode with friends 

[fearlessplatinums]

my signed cd is supposed to arrive today 😡

[eldritch-edward]

First Meeting

ID: Lust picking up Edward like a misbehaving child. Edward is outraged and sickly, Lust is mildly annoyed. Ed has his knee imbedded in her gut. Lust has a light source behind her, looking somewhere near ground level. In the background is a bookcase (a stock image from Google) meant to emulate the library of Mugear's Manner.

Unedited Story beneath the cut.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Brother…” Alphonse eyed the wall, hesitant. Beside him, bleary and slouching, Edward clapped his hands and let the alchemical energy fizzle through him.

The elder’s palms were still together when all Al continued, “We broke in just last night; isn’t it too soon?”

Ed gave a tired sigh rather than the anticipated mischievous chuckle. Pressing his hands to the bricks and funneling the fizz outwards, he formed a large, heavy door. After far too long, Ed answered with a hushed and raspy “Which is exactly why they won’t be expecting us.” The words were without the jovial punctuation, a far more worrying sign that the baggy eyes and pale complexion could ever be.

Inside was the same library as before, consisting of books that were all in some way related to the Philosopher’s stone. Al hoped this room would be enough to satisfy his brother's curiosity, not wanting to get into another tussle with the fellow who’d stolen Ed’s name—not when Ed’s condition was declining. He hadn’t mentioned it, neither of them had, but it was starting to get worrisome.

To Al’s tremendous relief, Ed seemed to skim a row of dusty tomes. To his displeasure, Ed was making a clear beeline for the door further in. “Brother,” Al introjected, putting on a cheery tone, “I want to get a look at…” he scrambled for something that might preoccupy the elder, “theesse books! They might be, um, helpful!”

“Sure, Al.” Ed replied, to Al’s surprise, relief, and escalating worry. A pause, a blink, “Just for a minute, alright?” He tilted his chin up and crossed his arms in an imitation of his usual ‘no nonsense’ gesture. The relief in his own voice ruined it. He looked like he would say something else, but paused, looking confused, and instead looked to read the titles printed on the spines.

Only after Ed drew out a book did Al turn away.

Flipping through the pages and squinting against the dark to make out the text, Ed found the abstract and decided it’s contents to be worth a cursory browse.

He had just flipped the page leading to the detailing of methods when his younger brother, in an odd act of impulsivity, hooked a hand beneath the elder’s chin and grasped at his bangs.

“Al, the heck are you-” he tried to glance to look over, but the hand cupping his face tightened. The hand…with a palm. A flesh palm. Cold like Al’s but with slender digits rather than broad. Realization wormed its way through his pounding head just before the other released their hold of his face to hoist him up and throw him over their hip.

“You’ve made yourself sick, child.” The other person chastised in a hushed, irate voice.

“PUT ME DOWN!” Edward hissed, squirming and shoving himself away.

With the same tone one might use on a rowdy toddler, she continued, “Now now, there’s no need for that.”

Ed responded by ramming his knee into her gut. She raised him higher, frowning but undeterred.

“Are you fucking concave?!” Ed asked when what should have been a liver and stomach posed no resistance.

“Did you kiss your mother with that mouth?” She returned.

He kicked her thigh with his other leg, pushing off with both hands and his embedded knee to force himself free. She held him for a moment more, displeased, before dropping him to the ground.

“I suppose that was uncalled for on my part,” she mused. Edward glared at her, taking in her appearance in the thin light from the hall. She was of moderate structure with virtually no build. She wore a tight dress that he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Even her hair, long and wavy, was an absolute liability, let down as it was.

By all accounts, she should be weak; no threat to him nor any other. Either his perception of her or his perception of his own condition were skewed.

Or, as was the case in the thin Berry, not much musculature was needed in the first place. No, no, Berry had gotten the drop on him and used a weapon; the person before (and above) him now had picked him, in all his metallic glory, into the air effortlessly.

They studied me another for a moment. She crouched, “Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I apologize for picking you up. I’m here to help you.”

He glared, blinked, and stiffened. “Where’s Alphonse?” He had been standing next to him before, why couldn’t he hear the clinks of his plating now? Had he left the room? Scanning quickly, he realized that there were indeed other people present, guards from the premises and a graying man in white.

She followed his gaze, frowning to the man, “Leave us and prepare a guest room.”

Ed watched in bewilderment as the man repeated her order, obliging.

When he again looked to her, curious now, she offered a small, reassuring smile, “Do you want your brother, little one?”

Ed crinkled his nose at the unintentional jibe but bit back a retort, settling on a “Yeah, call him over.”

She stood and gestured for him to do the same, “And in the meantime, please, follow me.”

[geah-i-am]

IIIIII FOUND THEESSE AT THE STOREEE

Should I get em????? 😣

[racingfortheson]

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