#windsson

[swevene]

Can I ask a really stupid question, did you come up with the name Cenderic for his character, or is there a canon somewhere where that’s his name? It’s REALLY good so if it’s you I gotta know who to direct my admiration toward

@windsson

hello! c: i dont think this is a stupid question at all! after all if you don't ask questions you may never know answers.

Cyneric is a name a came up with all on my own! i used a website behindthename to help find the name i wanted for my basically oc beast character! cyneric means royal, ruler, king. which i thought was very fitting and i just love the name! his last name also is from that site but for surnames! Desrosiers means from rose bushes. which i thought fitted very well with roses and such in beauty and the beast! especially the og! which i take a lot of inspo from.

thanks for the question!! hope you have a wonderful night/day!

[himbohotel]

@windsson

❛ Ugh. Turn off the sun. I command it, ❜ Miguel half-orders, half-whinges from his sprawl on one of the plush chaise lounges scattered about the palace, burying his face into the crook of his elbow and groaning. Last night had been enlightening and fun and now Miguel pays for the night of celebration and libation with a morning full of regret, a pounding headache, and a mouth drier than a good sherry.

But since he isn't a god and, thus, does not hold the actual power or the authority to turn off the sun, he Endures with all the grace of a lion with a thorn in its paw. His ablution is quick but thorough as he dons exotically rich robes, deep red with golden thread. And being who he is, he could not resist the golden, bejeweled bangles for his wrist and ankles. He looks good and that translates to feeling better as he nips down to the kitchens to pick at his morning offerings.

❛ It's tough to be a god, lala la hmm mm hm-hm hmmm~ ❜ The sun is no longer his mortal enemy but rather his friend as he strolls the...rather empty streets of El Dorado. Strange. & curious. Last night had been so lively--perhaps they are all abed? There's no one he can ask, so he wanders & wanders & wanders some more.

A crushing sense of loneliness becomes his only companion, the sounds of his sandals scraping stone the only noise. He's surely going to go mad soon. He comes to an abrupt halt, catching himself from pitching over in a very ungodly manner, when he hears something other than himself. Life!

❛ You there! Nnn--! Nono no! Don't run away. Please. ❜ Do gods say 'please'? Miguel doesn't know. What he does know is that he's so desperate for companionship that he isn't above begging for it. ❛ Tell me your name...and why the streets are so empty. If you know. ❜

[ironhardpacker]

“You know what, I’ve never actually gotten to do that thing where you kiss someone under mistletoe. Oh no, what do I have here~?”

"No? I've done it a couple of times here and there..." Tony said with a smirk and a shrug, eyes brightening up at Makani's faux-surprise discovery. "Oh? Why, dear, sweet, Makani-hani, that appears to be some aforementioned mistletoe. It looks like you'll get to pop the cherry on this holiday tradition after all. And with an expert, no less. Lucky man. Though, I think I know someone a bit luckier in this scenario..." He murmurs, leaning in for a merry kiss.

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[green-eyed-prophet]

@windsson (plotted starter)

Life in the Encanto had been quite different for everyone since the gap in the mountains had opened up. Knowledge of the once-isolated community had proven to spread rather quickly once its citizens became free to explore and conduct business out in the world that lay beyond its borders.

As such, the tiny village found itself receiving newcomers more often than ever-- and no longer were they just desperate refugees who always happened to stumble across the valley in their greatest times of need. No, they were visitors from all sorts of faraway places and unique walks of life, most of them traveling there out of curiosity towards the place that had somehow managed to keep itself off of any map for just over five decades.

Some of them, however, came in search any truth to the tales about a place of miracles and magic.

Although all the members of la familia Madrigal were expected to assist any person in the town's limits, visitor or otherwise, Bruno had largely tried to keep his distance from most of these strangers unless specifically requested to help. He had always felt extra awkward around people he didn't know too well, anyway, and the absolute last thing he needed was to somehow trigger the local rumor mill into once again soiling his not-yet-completely-clean reputation with those outside of his family. However, as much as he wanted to continue to keep himself out of the way of any potential scrutiny, he knew there was good reason for him to be at least somewhat involved in such affairs now, as the arrival of the Encanto's two most recent travelers had been heralded in one of his visions.

It had been a vision of two men, one old and one young, walking together-- with the older one rather roughly pulling the younger one along by the arm as he stumbled behind, a walking stick of some sort grasped in his free hand. ...It hadn't been either a good vision or a bad vision, per se, it had just been a vision. But even so, he knew from lots and lots of prior experience that if any person made even the smallest, briefest appearance in a vision, it meant without the shadow of a doubt that fate had something planned for them.

Upon recognizing the two men as they walked into the valley in the exact manner that he had seen in the vision just days later, he had made the decision to report what he had seen to his mother, who had in response given him the short, simple advice to "keep an eye on them," and keep her in the know of any further developments.

So, that was exactly what Bruno had been doing over the past couple of days-- keeping an eye on the young, blind man, Makani, and his father as they sought to fulfill their goal to curing Makani's condition with the help of magic food, all the while silently wondering if such a thing was even possible to accomplish. Agustín and Mirabel had both been eating Julieta's cooking for years, and it hadn't cured either of them of the need to wear their glasses, so was it really going to help someone who completely lacked sight?

Nevertheless, Julieta, ever the kind soul she was, seemed to certainly have been trying her best to make something work, and thus, Makani had been spending a great deal of time eating meals at la casa Madrigal as they slowly made their way down the list of every recipe in her repertoire. During many of these mealtimes, Bruno had been attempting to sit within earshot, never speaking but always observing and listening to what was going on in a way that he hoped wasn't too obvious. ...Well, not that Makani could see him trying to gather more information, but still.

Yes, it was nosy, but it had to be for the greater good, right? Makani and his father had to have been in the vision for a reason, and he wanted-- no, needed to know what it was.

He was currently sitting in a chair near the corner of Casita's dining room, only really half-reading the book he held in his hands. Julieta had disappeared into the kitchen to work on her daily batch of healing arepas, while Makani's father had gone off to do... something or other, leaving his blind son alone at the table to eat the rest of the soup that, like all the other food he had consumed in his time here, had seemingly failed to restore his eyesight.

A few of the floor tiles beneath the chair suddenly shifted in a familiar gesture for attention, and Bruno glanced down quizzically at them.

"...What?" he asked the house in a barely-audible whisper.

A few more tiles rolled up towards where Makani was finishing his food, followed by the floor giving another small nudge to Bruno's sitting spot. Casita spoke in a language only the Madrigals could understand, and to Bruno's trained mind, its message was clear as day. Go talk to him.

He hesitated, an all too familiar feeling of shyness washing over him. Sure, talking to the other man might've helped him in his quest to figure out what his vision had meant, but other than a passing greeting or two, he had never actually spoken to Makani before.

"...I-I can't-" He was in the process of saying when the tiles suddenly shifted hard enough to nearly knock him out of his chair.

"Ah-! Okay, okay... Geez..." Knowing he wouldn't be winning this fight, Bruno sighed as he stood up and closed his book, being sure to give the floor a quick glare before making his way over towards the table. He knew Casita only wanted the best for him and the rest of the family, but boy, could the house be pushy sometimes.

If Makani had heard his footsteps, or the soft knocks he had performed upon the wood of a nearby wall for luck before approaching, he didn't show it. Bruno was never sure how to start conversations, especially with strangers, but eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and speak.

"Um... hi." he greeted softly, giving a small wave on instinct despite the fact that the gesture would go unseen. "...Er... Makani, right...?"

[therelentless]

Dang! I think I win most Bingos! Beat that, folks.

the dating bingo game! ❤ ;; @windsson

2 Bingos. A lot of checked-out boxes. It might just work out!

[andynked]

@windsson

“Mmm. Yeah, you’re right. I’m just easily charmed,” he says, hopping off the table he was sitting on and slapping a sketchbook into Andy’s chest playfully. “No, I think you’re just trying really hard to impress me. Ever since you stopped me on the sidewalk.” “So look-“ Makani says, pointing to the sketchbook now in Andy’s hands, “I figured since everything on my right side is traditional Polynesian, since this’ll be the first on my left I could have something different. Don’t laugh, I can’t draw, but see how it’s like…well, okay. That’s supposed to be lace.” The pen drawing was indeed crude, but at the very least was identifiable as a single white lace glove, done up in an old school style. “Do you think you can clean it up a little? A-And is it too like…girly?”

Great, they had reached an agreement. One that left Andy smiling, chin tucked down as he continued tapping a message to a potential client. It wasn't until the sketchbook was pushed to his chest that he locked and dropped his phone, and began to look over the design.

It wasn't unusual for clients to draw their own mock ups, so he did not laugh or belittle the effort. He could make it out clear enough. Anatomy was questionable, but he could see the vision.

With each detail and question, he nodded slowly and reclined back in his chair. One hand came up to rub the side of his face, already seeing some ideas to improve the already great idea fluttering through his mind. Until that question came, and caused Andy to peer up.

"I don't like usin' that phrasing, personally," he answered, offering a soft and empathetic smile. "I think it would look great on you... Where do you want it?" Knowing the location of the tattoo, he may be able to alleviate concerns of the femineity.

[ceoofvariants]

Well today I learned Owen Wilson has played a cowboy in more than one movie. How about that

even when he's not playing a cowboy he's still a little bit playing a cowboy and i respect him for that.

[murroyilodel]

@winds-son​​

                 “Do you have any dreams? Everyone has them, right?”

[andynked]

“I can’t tell if you’re really charming or if I’m just easily charmed.”

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His arms were crossed, tucking himself inwards as he smiled cheekily to the compliment. "Well why can't they both be true?" he answered in jest before dropping his arms by his side. "But I lean towards you're easily charmed. If I have to pick one."

He had been told he could be a flirt, or unintentionally charming. This was something that had lead him to trouble on an account or two. It was simply how he was, and truthfully? He wouldn't change a thing about it. From what he knew, it made people feel good about themselves to be charmed.

[therelentless]

Please tell me about Nandor and hoooorses/his horse

{ @windsson ;;

ooc;; nandor and horses. more like nandor and his horse... john/jahan. yes, nandor loves but loves horses, but john definitively was special to him, because not only he was his best friend, he was also closer to him than any member of his family ever was as he says, but also (and here go my HCs for it), nandor grew up being unable to trust the people around him, and making friends was never easy for him for this reason and many others, but john, there was no doubting john's loyalty to him. he was also a gift from his dad, which to nandor this meant everything.

my whole thing when it comes to nandor & john, is that saying "it's lonely at the top." John was not just a horse to nandor, he represented someone that he could trust, someone that didn't expect anything in return from him, someone who was genuinely by his side without the intention of using him. they had a special connection, they understood each other in their own way... and if it wasn't for the fact that he had his men to feed, nandor would have died first before having to eat john.

[ironhardpacker]

Falling out of a compartment in Maw’s ship, Makani- or, rather, Eurus, scrambles up from the floor of the ship and adjusts his helmet.

“Before you say anything, I’m coming with you!…It’s too late to go back, anyway. But I want to help, Tony!”

Tony just stood there slack-jawed. Amazed once more by Makani, the love of his life. Though, this time, it wasn't a pleasant surprise. Good thing the helmet was hiding his face.

"No. No. No. Makani- God damn it-" Iron Man's helmet folds down and away, revealing Tony's frustrated face. "Makani, this is dangerous! You know this is one of those missions where if we fail, we'll..." Die. Obviously. They're going up against the big bad behind it all, very dramatic. Even if ( BIG if ) Thanos doesn't kill them, if they fail, they're as good as dead. Half the universe - dead. Odds weren't great. Plus, it wasn't exactly likely they'd be able to book a return trip back to Earth either way. Tony was a genius, he knew it, but piloting an alien ship? Not exactly in his wheelhouse. All this added up to a very clear and bleak suicide mission. One Tony didn't want to risk Makani to. But...it was like the kanaka maoli said, it was far too late to go back.

"Alright. We need a plan. We've got to rescue Gandalf over there and his stone. His cape is pretty keen on that too." Tony says, flipping his helmet back up to hide his face as he turns his focus to the problem at hand.

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[andynked]

@windsson

Whoever was scheduled for walk ins would be the runner for the day- and that day it happened to be Andy. Unfortunately, Laura had everchanging tastebuds, which caused him to have to wait for her text to come through.

Sitting off to the side at a local shop, Andy caught sight of gorgeous work in his peripherals. It was often seemed as taboo to comment on someone else's body art, many people opted not to speak about whatever it was painting their body, but something about it seemed significant and unique and Andy, the extrovert he was, could not help himself.

"Excuse me?" he spoke, leaning forward to the male before him, warmly smiling towards the other. "I just- I love your tattoos. Who did them? They look phenomenal." He deeply hoped that the full length arm sleeve exposed on his own body would give some inkling to the type of person he was- a true admirer, and not someone just wanting to be annoying.