#x.musing

[ofamess]

@bleachbrainrotbro gets a beefy man.

"Oh great, it's you." Standing behind the bar, he watched the other walk in. His voice was firm, but it was still playful, if the other saw it or not who knows.  After hours as normal, he always tended to show up. For how much they fought, at least there was some comfort in being around each other. A simple sigh from his lips, as he moved to grab a glass for the other's drink. Red Wine was normal, but he looked over his shoulder for a moment.

" what you eating, the strove is still on. The Normal or want to try something new I've been cooking up?"

[ofamess]

The blonde was more confused than anything right now -- and he wasn't even sure what was going on, but all he knew was she was biting him, and drawing blood. That isn't good --- then again, sometimes people do get a little more into things when they get there way. He shook his head for a moment and sighed. " I... I really don't know. I'm sorry. "

the man couldn't help but take in a deep breath and relax a little bit. Pausing for a moment, he pulled back and looked at the female for a moment or so.

"I'm sorry for overreacting, but I would like to be asked before you take a chunk out of my shoulder --- though I will not lie and say it wasn't interesting, just unexpected. -- I'm not frightened, to be fair, that isn't even the worst that's been done to me."

she stopped, a bit taken aback by his bravery, but overall pleased that he wouldn't just let her have her way -- how wonderful that someone in HQ had a backbone. " Hm. Hmmm. Well, of course you're not a pet. Have I offended you? "

ah, yes, of course. Her eccentricities must have insulted... frightened? It was inevitable. She frightened everyone.

" Well. If you insist. I won't bite unless you ask, then. Sometimes, I can get a little too 'caught in the moment'. I just, go where my mind wanders. It catches people off-guard. Frightens them. Have I frightened you? It was not my intention. "

[strayxdevil]

Introduction: Stray

Name: Jackson Bryant

Nickname: Stray

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Age: Thirty

Birthday: May 13

Occupation: Devil’s Disciples Member

Height: 6′1″

Weight: 205 lbs

trigger warnings under the cut: child neglect/abuse, drug abuse, needles, overdose, hospitalization

Full Dossier: here

Background: 

Stray was born in Australia to two drug-addicted piece of shit humans who had absolutely no right to have children. At best they were neglectful, but at their worst... well, there were very few nights Stray could recall falling asleep without the familiar ache of bruised ribs and a busted lip.

His mother died when he was about fifteen with a needle in her arm. When his father discovered her body, Stray was the only one around to deal with the aftermath of the chemicals still running through his veins.

To this day Stray can’t quite remember how things unfolded that night, only that he’d woken up in the hospital and found himself a ward of the court. His full recovery took months.

Foster care, while a huge step in the right direction for his quality of life, never quite helped him settle. Stray was poorly adjusted, struggled academically, and found himself falling into a group of kids and getting into trouble. At first it began with petty theft, and childish vandalism. From there, however, his behavior only escalated, and he became no stranger to the inside of a police car. 

At eighteen, Stray was on his own. In an attempt to find direction for his life, he booked a one way ticket to the U.S., landing in California. 

Odd jobs came and went for Stray. He’d wash dishes for a few weeks, then he’d be cleaning kennels out the month following, only to end up in the drive-thru window of some shitty fast-food joint. Money was always tight, and so it needed to be supplemented. 

On the suggestion of an acquaintance he was directed to the life of underground fighting. Although he’d had no formal training, he was no stranger to good ol’ fashioned street fights and beat-downs growing up.. and he figured there weren’t many people out there who could take a punch quite like him either, and keep going through it. Turns out, he was a natural. 

The fight-circuit was what originally led him to Charming. He knew of the town’s history, but didn't much give a shit about it as he had no intention of settling there - or anywhere, really. He’d make a bit of cash, then be on his way.

Twelve years later, Stray finds himself pretty damn settled having fallen in with the Devil’s Disciples. What began as a night of beers, faded into a blurry, drunken bar fight, which turned into favors exchanged...and, over time, into trust earned.

Now: 

Stray has been riding with the Devil’s Disciples for six years now, and as far as he’d concerned, they’re his family. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them as a whole. He would always play his part, and always do what was asked of him, no matter what it was. In his mind, even the worst things he found he was capable of were all for the greater good of the MC. Issues of morality and guilt could always be dulled by a few pitchers of beer, after all.

Vega is his 9-month-old rescue pup. Stray’s a very proud pop, and loves that creature more than himself. When ever it’s safe to do so, Vega is his constant, lanky little shadow. When he can’t be accompanied, Stray seeks friends willing to watch him so he doesn’t get lonely.

Stray still loves to fight, and spends a lot of time at the Renegade gym. 

Personality: 

Loyal to a fault. Stray will follow the MC’s leadership unquestioningly, above all things. Beyond that, anyone who earns Stray’s friendship will find that comes with it’s own loyalty and commitment from him. He will bend over backwards to make sure those he cares about are safe and taken care of.

Short-tempered & aggressive. Even the slighted offense to himself, the MC, or his friends has the potential to set him off. He never quite developed solid coping mechanisms from his childhood, so his impulse threshold between smiling and having fun, to punching someone in the teeth is close to nonexistent.

Fun-loving. Beers? He’s down. Karaoke? Count him in. Whatever you can think of, if it sounds like a good time you can find Stray there. 

Uneducated. Stray never finished high school, so he is just barely minimally capable of much critical thinking or anything academics-based. The only real education he had in life had been from the streets, as as far as he’s concerned that’s good enough. 

So what’s with the stupid nickname?

In the apartments he grew up in, there was a sweet old lady who live several doors down. Whenever she saw him, she’d give him candies, or spend time talking to him about anything at all. Desperate for any kind of positive interaction, Stray would linger in the halls hoping to come across her. She called him her “little stray”. When the other kids found out, it was a point he was bullied over and it became the first time he realized acting out in violence had the power to change his circumstances. The next boy to tease him about the nickname whimpered home with a black eye. After that, the name kind of just stuck, and he never liked the name his parents had given him anyway.

Connections:

Friends: the more, the merrier. Beer friends, gym friends, dog friends. All of the friends.

Best friend: there’s no one Stray would rather have at his back than them, taking the good with the bad. Ride or die. You jump, I jump.

Enemy: you know what? fuck this person. Just seeing them pisses him off. And it’s mutual. Usually will always come to blows.

Slow-burn: Stray’s never been good at relationships, and he’s never had a serious one. Primarily because he doesn’t think very highly of his value as a partner. He’s done bad things, and is under no illusion that he’ll continue to do so. 

Dog-sitter: When shit’s going down, he knows Vega will be in good hand with them. If he ends up dead, he knows they’ll make sure he’s taken care of and happy. For that, they have Stray’s gratitude and he feels like he owes them big. 

I’m down for literally any connection you can come up with, too. Please reach out!

[ofamess]

He knew how hard this was taking a toll on both of them. Yet, this was the worst part of it. Holding the other close, his temper got the best of him, yet when he let go, he didn't know what else to do. After all these years of serving, he was put down like an old dog. It was a pain for him. He didn't want to stop, but what's the point if you can't run? Lying back in the bed, he looked away from the other. It didn't matter; he was going to end up alone.

back into a corner with nothing more than himself.

It was alright, though this was how it would end, then so be it. Watching the other from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but frown; the moment was already bad -- and yet he felt worse. Hearing the other's voice, he shook his head. " Stop," he said flatly. Shaking his head a little bit more, he bit his lip. " There is nothing anyone can do now. I made my choices. Besides, I'm pretty sure in time you can find someone else as loyal as I was -- There is nothing more I can do in a wheelchair. I have no choice anymore, and we have to expect it."

Moving his hands, he allowed them to drop roughly against the bed. Turning what he could away from the other. SURE, he felt like crying, but there was no way he could show the other that. There was no reason for it -- he had to be strong.

“For once, will you just look at me?” from Jean

Roy swallows thickly when he feels the hand on his collar. Seeing the man who sacrificed his own two legs just to help him find out who killed Hughes. His stomach churns hearing such news that Havoc was about to leave, about to retire from the Military and Roy felt like it was all his fault.

Because if he had just backed away when Havoc had said something this wouldn't have happened. Roy wanted to find out though, he didn't want to give that up. He had been so close to finding out only to end up killing the homunculus that backstabbed Havoc.

He looked down at him after what felt like minutes, trying to wrap his brain around what to say. "There could be another way..." He whispers softly, looking at him in the eyes. "I can't lose you, Havoc.."

@ofamess

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

theodore - > body references.

[ofamess]

Whistles. " damn, my boss is hot."

[ofamess]

@praeteritus-memories wants a husband

"oh come on, you always show up at the worst time. And at my place? What, you didn't want to go home to yours?" he said, moving out the the doorway. " Come inside, princess, we can talk in here. " he rolled his eyes a little bit and huffed. Though it wouldn't be something if they where not at each other's place at all hours of the day anyway. He would just rather have a call or text. Just lucky he didn't have a woman over this time.

[ofamess]

This man has a death wish by woman who can kill him.

[ofamess]

"Ehh--- " he shook his head and backed off for a moment. " now listen --- Please don't bite me at all right now. I am not sure why you are even thinking about biting me that hard. first of al,l I'm not some strange pet for you."

@ofamess

" Hoooh ~ ? Does this mean if I ASK first, you'll just let me do whatever I want, just like that? Oh now Mr. Havoc, you DO know the way to a lady's heart! You're too kind! "

[ofamess]

" d—don't make me moan, i don't want anyone to catch us... " - Kaoru to Kojiro

It was already late enough, and Lord Chery and Joe were hiding while everyone was doing their own thing. Yet, he couldn't help but be a little annoying. Someone was being a brat, and it was amusing. After all, Joe won the bet for tonight, and personally, maybe he should have waited until he took him home, but what's more fun than hiding in plain sight? It's fine, he knows all the good spots.

Holding the other against a tree, he was leaning into the other's neck, smirking a little bit. Soft kisses, to soft bites. He was being annoying, and working the other up for the time being. Nothing was going to go further than this, just in case, but he wanted the other to crave him to say the least. Licking his lips, and then the other's neck he chuckles.

" What would happen if we got caught? How would you feel?"

secret relationship || accepting @bleachbrainrotbro

[ofamess]

@ketsumyo wants a beefy man.

"Well, hello, beautiful." Leaning over the counter, he couldn't help but smile momentarily. He was checking her out, but he knew better when working. Yet, she was such a pretty little thing. But ignoring the fact that he was working, he pulled the charm and smirked.

" So what would a pretty woman such as yourself like to eat?"

[ofamess]

Joe is PRETTY.

[ofamess]

Can I talk about Joe and how he loves to cook for everyone

and he looks so fucking cute because everyone likes his food.

I love this man.

[ofamess]

"I might drool, and go crazy over a woman, but some have to have some respect over it --- Barking even for a woman seems rather... insulting."

[ofamess]

❗❗❗KAORU SMOOCHES KOJIRO IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT

your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. || accepting @bleachbrainrotbro

" are you kidding me ---- be real with me!" it was always heated when they got into it. kojiro was annoyed as normal -- just having the other around, yet this was also his fault. He's the one who came over thinking things would be okay. yet, he was wrong. They where screaming at each other. The green hair male can handle a bunch or two since the other wasn't that much stronger ( even if they where playfully smacks on him) but he knew with his anger it would regret it.

Though as things got worst by the second, he was about to walk away, though feeling the other grab at his arm he felt a pull and soon their lips where together. He moved his hand and put it on the back of the pink hair's males. Pulling it into a deeper kiss. Sure sometimes the fights they hard where bad, but other times it lead to something more then anything. Giving himself a little more time to taste the other's lips he soon pulled away. allow the little spit to follow, and his eyes looked at the him a little with a smirk.

"Kaoru, you dirty dog. if this is how you want to stop us from shouting you should do it more. "

he was teasing, and soon pulled away, licking his lips a little.

" but really now... what's gotten into you? you're normally never this upset."

[ofamess]

@matador-of-love wants a beast.

" You don't call, or text, and yet you choose to show up at my work. You're lucky someone else isn't here to yell at you," he sighed a little bit and placed his hand on his hip. " What do you want? I'm about to close up, and I don't think this food would hit any of your sweet tooth."