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Gang I am a horrible father I forgot the twins’ birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLYNN AND DALLAS

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Happy birthday to these fools!!

Cassidy Lycan, my little baby. Happy birthday 🫶

It is also Noah Wood's birthday, who belongs to @randowaffle

I love them they are so silly!!!

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Could not find that one post that this is based off but I felt like it suited these two. Noah Woods belongs to @randowaffle. Dallas is mine

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He has the mustache and everything

The face Dallas makes when he realizes he was the evil twin:

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Happy 1st Birthday Orion

The town of Willoughby Falls and its inhabitants belong to @randowaffle and Ethan was created by @thatmangledpheonix

Orion is mine :3

This is a birthday thing for Orion but it it also a birthday gift to my friend.

Happy Valentine’s Day

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February 14th.

Andrew isn’t even surprised anymore. Orion goes all out for every holiday so why would Valentine��s Day be an exception? It’s actually quite endearing to look around the oddities shop and see how much effort his boyfriend puts into decorating. Even for something that will only last a few days.

Rose petals scattered across the floor, leading customers to the gift section. Heart-shaped cards attached to certain items with cheesy lines like ‘Be Mine’ or ‘You’re super!’ The usual cliche decorations one would see for the holiday, with an Orion twist to them. A glass replica of a real heart. A heart shaped candy box meant for those assorted chocolates, instead filled with tiny baby heads, skulls, glass eyes, and buttons. More disturbing cards like ‘Eye Love You’ with an eyeball on the card, a spiderweb drawn over the paper heart with ‘You’ve Caught My Heart’, and more of the ‘Be Mine’ cards except these are spelled out with newspaper clippings. Serial killer cards. Sweet but weird. And a little disturbing. 

A small card-making station for people to make Valentine’s Day cards. A board is set up with a few cards pinned to it, all addressed to Orion. Why shouldn’t they write him cards? He’s a popular guy. 

But that’s not what Andrew’s here for. There’s another important holiday today that Orion has failed to decorate for. His birthday. Seems fitting that Andrew’s hopeless romantic of a boyfriend be born on the day of love. And Andrew is determined to show how much he loves Orion.

Every birthday, Orion has made sure that Andrew has the best day, the best food, the best presents. ‘I always go all out for holidays’, he says. But there’s more to it than that. And this time, it’s Andrew’s turn to make this the best day for Orion.

The people of Willoughby Falls were more than eager to assist him. Even Noah Woods, despite his longstanding feud with Andrew, is putting aside his resentment, for Orion. It’s quite fortunate that Orion happens to be best friends with the town baker. Noah grins as he carefully packages the beautifully decorated caramel tres leches cake he had made earlier today. In purple icing, Orion’s favorite color, the words ‘Happy Birthday Cheshire Cat’ are written in cursive. Oreos are placed around the top of the cake, knowing Orion will find the joke funny.

Noah’s boyfriend, Sam pins another card to the board in Orion’s shop. The card-making station has been very popular but not for the reason Orion thinks. All the Valentine’s Day cards addressed to him are secretly birthday wishes from the townspeople. His sister Iris and her girlfriend, Elaine meanwhile are putting the finishing touches on their latest painting: a detailed picture of Orion’s Curiosities, even capturing the neon glow of the shop’s sign.

And while the residents of town sneak around with their gifts, Andrew is treating Orion to a night on the town. A reservation to his favorite restaurant, more little gifts than Orion can carry, all under the guise of being Valentine’s gifts. What Orion doesn’t know is that it’s a distraction while Cassandra and Aurora wrap the expensive, shiny jacket for Orion, and while Ethan prepares gifts of his own. A basket with a popcorn bucket, those weird sodas flavors that Orion always wants to try, a bag of candy corn and chocolate covered raisins. Everything they need to watch a new horror movie in theaters the next day. 

“You sneaky little-“

Orion practically tackles Andrew, peppering his face with kisses, his lips gently kissing each of the businessman’s freckles. That big, bright smile of his never leaves Orion’s face as he tries to spoon-feed a slice of cake to Andrew and Ethan. This has truly been the best birthday yet.

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World building or something

The crowd was like a never-ending sea, waves of people from every district, swallowing everything in their path, stragglers trapped in the current. The hot air generated from the large wave of people was practically suffocating me, and I could feel sweat dripping off my forehead despite not doing anything particularly laborious. It didn’t help that the air is naturally hot here. Such is the norm for the busy outlets of Cinderstone Heights, Hestia’s most popular tourist destination. 

I stumbled and took a second to regain my balance before I too was swept away. The smell of someone cooking meat from a nearby restaurant filled my nose as I tried to navigate my way through the endless stream of shoppers. Women in extravagant hats that make them stand out, men with long coats that dragged along the ground and got stomped on by the crowd. Teenagers hanging out outside the shops.. ah somethings never change. People dressed in all sorts of outfits, each one different. They ranged from simple farm clothes, glamorous gowns and suits, even hunters attire. I tried to avoid the last ones. The people wandering the market were like snowflakes, each one unique with none that were exactly the same. Beautiful.. from a distance at least. To be caught in the current was overwhelming to say the least. I couldn’t take more than three steps without bumping into someone. The chatter of what could have been thousands of shoppers and tourists hammered in my ears and pounded in my head.

It was then that I noticed the man in front of me had dropped something. It was small and just barely noticeable, if I had blinked, I would have missed it. I watched it catch the light as it spun, then disappear into the ocean of feet and wheels. Against my better judgement, I made a dive for the fallen object, careful not to be trampled by the herd as I scoured the floor for the shiny object, the hot ground burning my hands if they lingered in one spot too long. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a small shimmer. To my delight, the item was there, and I made quick work of snatching it and standing back up. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a gold pin, designed to look like a rose. It was beautiful but worn. Whoever dropped it must care a great deal about it.

I looked around frantically, hoping to locate the stranger but trying to pick out an individual in this crowd was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I struggled to remember what the man had looked like only recalling his leather coat and sword sheath. I rushed through the crowd, asking if they had seen the man. I felt as if I were swimming upstream as I had to push against people to get through. One girl had fortunately spotted him heading towards the farmers’ market. I knew that area would be less crowded at this time of day due to the heat. I breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the girl and made my way to the market, eyes peeled for the sword sheath and coat.

As I had predicted, the markets were rather empty, save for the occasional old ladies or collectors passing through.

That’s when I saw the coat. I raced forward and tapped his shoulder. When he turned, whatever I was going to say had been long forgotten. I was staring at Dallas Nightingale, legendary outlaw, hero of the isles. I felt almost shy. I had never spoken with a celebrity before, much less a hero. Ask anyone and they will tell you he’s the most approachable person, greeting everyone with a smile. Right now, he seemed a little confused, as if he were waiting for something... Wait.

“Um,” I said intelligently. “I- I found your pin.” I meekly held it up, mentally cursing myself for not having more to say. He looked down at it, then to a spot on his jacket and back to the pin in my head seeming to have the realization. He carefully picked it up and pinned it back in place. I anxiously awaited a response from him. After what felt like ages, he cleared his throat.

“Oh my gods I didn’t even realize I had lost it. Thank you so much; I don’t know what I would have done without it. This pin means a lot to me. I can’t believe I almost lost it, thank you again. You’ve got a better eye than I do.”

His smile was dazzling, had we not been outside, it would have brightened up an entire room. It was warm and friendly, enough to almost make me forget that I was talking to a famous person and not a close friend. He had that effect on people, as if he were simply a friend you’ve known for ages. He shook my hand firmly and I thought I might faint. He. Shook. My. Hand. THE Dallas Nightingale had shaken my hand. I momentarily wondered if I was dreaming, or perhaps had gone insane and that this was all a hallucination.

“It- it was no trouble at all. I’ve got a eye for shiny things. It runs my family hehehe-” I’m talking to much, I thought. Dallas only smiled and gave a warm chuckle.

“That’s pretty impressive... oh- forgive me. I haven’t even asked you for your name.” He nervously chuckled.

“Ariel. Um Ariel Silver. It’s nice to meet you.” I didn’t even bother to pretend I didn’t know him. Everyone and their mother knew who he was. My face felt warm from embarrassment, and I could only hope he didn’t think I was weird.

“Ariel is a very nice name. It suits you. Thank you again miss. I’ve got to be going but I hope we’ll meet again. Take care!” He shook my hand one last time before rushing off. I stood there for a moment, gathering my thoughts. I couldn’t wait to tell everyone at work that I met him.

Meet Ariel Silver! My special, tragic little gal. Another important character in my story who has yet to be introduced here. I have a really cool idea for how I want to make these books and she is a big part.

@randowaffle @thatmangledpheonix

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Decided to post a writing prompt I did with the beach boys

Why did it have to be him?

Dallas Nightingale was blessed enough to be fairly attractive and a social butterfly. Meaning that he has quite a few friends and admirers. Dallas would go on and on to Flynn about the parties and hang outs where he had supposedly met “the love of his life”. So much so that his sister became bored of hearing it. What was obvious to her but not to her brother was that he had no idea what that term meant. But he was going to.

Dallas described that night as a meeting arranged by the gods themselves. It had to be. Because for once, Dallas’s theatrics were true. Meeting him was a life changing moment. And it was only then that Dallas really understood what that term means. Love. It was none of the brief relationships he had. None of the people he would rave about to Flynn. It’s him.

Dallas feels his heart rate skyrocket as a gloved hand intertwines with his. He laughed joyfully as he is dragged along. And while he does feel genuine joy, there is also a sense of fear that causes his heart to hammer in his chest. Why is he so afraid? Nothing is happening. Regardless of this irrational fear, Dallas allows himself to be pulled to who knows where by this boy. Romero Kingston, Dallas’s best friend.

The two boys were practically inseparable. Everyone who knew them all knew how close the two are. Ever since they met, you would never see one without the other. Brothers, they’d call them. Two peas in a pod. 

But Dallas disagreed. As he watched the setting sun cast a radiant glow over Romero’s flawless skin, giving him an almost ethereal look, he disagreed. Dallas silently thanks the gods for giving him naturally rosy cheeks to hide how warm his face is as he stares at Romero’s breathtaking smile. How is it that someone can have such a beautiful smile that it freezes people in their tracks and makes their minds go blank? Dallas wondered this every time he saw Romero smile. Some part of him desperately craves to be the reason he smiles. 

Dallas and Romero crack jokes, determined to make each other laugh as they sit on the docks, watching the sun set beneath the sea. For once, Romero was confident enough to remove the necklace that disguised his non human features, letting the wind blow through his feathers. Dallas watches in awe as Romero’s wings stretch out, enjoying the breeze brought by the evening. It’s enchanting. Dallas felt as if he were looking at some divine being. Not just a siren boy who worked at a bar in the city. 

Of course he’s a siren.

Pirates were known for falling head over heels for sirens in stories. But this is real. Dallas had fallen and fallen hard. It was almost impossible to tear his eyes away from Romero and actually enjoy the view of the setting sun. He’s seen it a million times before so to the young pirate, there was nothing all that interesting about it. Dallas is much more interested in Romero’s reaction, watching his eyes light up in pure delight as the oranges and reds in the sky give way to deep purples and blues, stars sparkling in the distance. Dallas could see the stars reflecting in Romero’s eyes. And that was much more appealing to him than the real thing. 

@randowaffle @thatmangledpheonix

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"A pawn and a king!"

The kingdom of Barbosa had been peaceful for the five hundred years it existed. That all changed due to love.

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Whumptober 2024, Day 12

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

Starvation | underground caverns | cannibalism | "just a little more"

Characters: Orion Marisol, Andrew Aspall, M

(This is yet another piece from Orion’s Revenge AU :3 Thank you again to the wonderful @ratwhowrites for this!)

TW: Death, dead body, body horror.

The body in front of Orion was cold. Then again, it was to be expected. He was dead, but he wouldn’t be for long. He smiled down at the corpse before him. M watched with narrowed eyes. It was clear he didn’t like his unfamiliar surroundings.

Sturdy stone walls surrounded the two, wood beams nestled in there for comfortable support. An electric chandelier hung from above, a touch he was certain wasn’t there a few seconds ago. A velvety bed, chairs, a table… items seemed to appear out of nowhere all around them as the scratching of graphite against paper became more obvious. Of course, this was his doing.

“Where are we again? I wasn’t paying attention on the road trip over.” M spoke, breaking the silent tension between Orion and the deceased before him. He gave a sigh, looking towards the taller being.

“We’re inside of Opal. My world, M.” M raised an eyebrow, looking at him with what he could only imagine is a look of confusion. It was always hard to tell, due to the eyes being swirly and almost hypnotic. He shook his head, softly chuckling.

“We’re inside of my story. Once the person who killed Andrew here-“ He gestures to the body next to him. “-gets to where we are, he’ll know what I’ve been through. Plus, it gives me some time with him.” He turned his back to the male once more, a click sound being heard as he began to write once more. More miscellaneous furniture was added, he didn’t care to look around to see what all had been added. He only started to pay attention when he saw the hand of the deceased twitch slightly. Wait a minute, was he-.

“Just a little more… Come on, Andrew…” His query was cut short when the man’s eyes shot open and he gasped, hands going to his chest as he frantically looked around. His bones seemed to crackle as he shot up, causing the man to wince and hiss. Andrew Aspall gasped for air like he hadn’t had it in several centuries, looking around the room with sudden confusion. His eyes finally landed on Orion.

“Orion…? What- where- why-“ The words seemed to blend together, almost slurring together as Orion beamed sunnily at Andrew. M watched as he picked him up from his position on the ground, a pink flush coating Andrew’s cheeks.

“Shhh… don’t worry about that, strawberry. You’re somewhere safe with me, I promise. I’ll answer all your questions in a moment, but you have to rest first.” He trotted over to the bed, laying the blonde down and tucking him in. Instead of leaving him alone, however, Orion slipped beneath the sheets as well, wrapping his arms around Andrew and holding him close. He seemed rather out of it, wrapping his arms around Orion in return, burying his head into Orion’s chest. Maybe he thought this all was a blissful dream.

M, however, could spot a few differences in the man. His teeth seemed to poke out a bit further than usual. His skin was sickly pale, the freckles dotting his skin starting to look like stars. A scar seemed to be darkening upon his nose, one that hadn’t been there when he was alive.

Andrew Aspall had come back wrong… M simply hoped Orion had prepared for those consequences.

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Whumptober 2024, Day 11

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

seeing double | convenience store | loneliness | "leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist" (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

Characters: Andrew Aspall, Orion Marisol, Andrea Aspall (mentioned)

TW: Self-reproach (self-blame), death mention, car accident.

Andrew Aspall felt hollow as he glanced around the room he hadn’t been in since that night. A layer of dust coated several of the items that remained inside, the items that she hadn’t bothered to take with the night when she left.

He missed her. He couldn’t believe he was realizing this, but he missed his wife. He stared at the empty room, the room that used to be hers. They had no reason to not sleep together, but their house had been so massive that her stuff wound up in another room from his. Her exact reasoning had been:

“If we have all this space and we don’t use it, it’ll be wasted.” He could still hear her voice as plain as day. He could still smell her perfume. His chest ached. Despite it having been almost two decades since she left. She hadn’t responded to any of his frantic calls that night… and they found her phone and car and other belongings in a ditch a month later. It had crushed him.

He hadn’t had the heart to explain it to Cassandra, who was barely two at the time. She wouldn’t understand the concept of it until she was older, anyways. He made sure to be there for her, as her father. He watched her grow up, pushing her towards whatever dreams she wanted to achieve… and he was so proud of the young woman who’d emerged from it.

Everyone said she looked like a spitting image of him, but he disagreed. In every act of kindness and every smile, he would always see a bit of Andrea. He couldn’t help but feel that familiar twang of heartbreak and grief every time he thought of her in that way.

If only he’d woken up a little earlier, maybe he would’ve been able to ask her why she was leaving the house so early. He could’ve been able to convince her to come back to bed. If he wasn’t so careless, she’d be here, in his arms. It felt like she’d left no trace behind, like she didn’t even exist.

He looked around the empty room once more, tears now staining his vision as he traced his hand over objects that were no longer there, remembering every spot to a tee. He frantically grabbed for his hankerchief, dotting at his eyes hastily as he heard knocks on the front door. He checked his watch, and then the… oh.

Orion Marisol was outside his front door.

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HEHEHEHEHHEHE

ORION’S REVENGE

Orion being a menace even to M

Whumptober 2024, Day 7

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

Only for emergencies | unconventional weapon | magic with a cost | "it's us or them"

Characters: Orion Marisol, M, Richter Annuel (mentioned)

TW: Stitches, body horror, manipulation

(New Whumptober, new AU! This one was cooked up by the lovely @ratwhowrites , and we’ve decided to call it ‘Orion’s Revenge’. Hope you all enjoy!)

“Are you sure about this?” The deer-like being hovered over Orion’s shoulder, watching as he opened the notebook. Orion’s eyes seemed to hold a different gleam as he looked behind him, his face mere inches from the being whom he’d made a deal with.

“Yes.” His answer was simple, the notebook before him as he flipped through the pages, trying to find a blank one. Pages upon pages of lore and characters were about to come into play. An eerie smile started to form on Orion’s face as the deer-being’s form shifted, a more human-like form with antlers, stitched-together skin akin to a patchwork, and several eyes appearing instead. The two eyes in a normal spot on his face were a spiral of gold and onyx black. He seemed… strangely concerned. The smile that was usually an ear-to-ear grin seemed to be in a straight line, the stitches on his face being taut instead of almost bursting at the seams like they usually were. His smile dropped slightly.

“What’s the matter, M?” The being stared at him, spiral eyes seeming to be filled with emotion. This was completely out of character for him. What was happening?

“I thought you were joking.” He couldn’t be serious, but he certainly sounded like it. How would M not realize he was serious?

“Of course I wasn’t. Why would I be joking about something like this? He deserves it.” Orion snapped at M, but M remained strangely stoic. For a being that was meant to be the god of chaos… he was slightly scaring Orion at the moment.

“Why are you sending the others in there, then? This is meant to be a punishment for him, not them.” He let out a laugh, a smirk upon his own face.

“They’re for him to fight, obviously. The people he once held close used to hurt him. I’ll make sure they’re safe, don’t worry.” M’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Orion.

“If you do t-.” M spoke, but Orion interrupted. M was starting to get a bit irritated by Orion’s corrections.

“When I do this.” He corrected. It was clear he wasn’t planning to change this anytime soon. Seems like he would have to take this into more drastic measures. He placed his hands behind his back, straightening his posture as he looked down upon Orion.

“When you do this, you’ll lose me. It’s us or them. If you decide to not do this, you’ll get to keep me around… but if you do, I won’t be a part of your life anymore. I’ll cut off our deal.” His voice was as cold as ice, but the frozen tone didn’t seem to hit as he intended. Orion stiffened, his grin suddenly returning as he seemed to look over at M.

“No. You won’t.” His tone was equally cold.

“I can do as I please, Orion.” M seemed to become carefree for a moment, his swirling eyes looking at Orion with fiery defiance.

“No. You’ll stay. You’re stuck with me in this, M. Nobody will be leaving, especially not you. I’m not through with our deal. Besides… you love chaos, don’t you? You’ll have fun watching this.” Orion’s voice was menacing, laced with threats that M wasn’t sure if he wanted to see. He pulled out the glowing grey contract that bound them from an unseen pocket quickly, intent on ripping the thing in half as soon as Orion wrote the words, showing that he was serious. He gave a laugh that almost seemed maniacal.

Orion started writing in his notebook quickly, and M began to tear the contract in half. The laughter continued as Orion’s sentence finished. He kept writing… and M watched as the contract in front of him reappeared, his swirling eyes now showing a look of horror, the contract now having new words.

‘M is now bound to Orion Marisol for as long as he deems fit, or until he perishes.’ M snarled, staring at Orion with pure rage. He can’t recall the last time he was this ticked off. Orion, seeming unfazed by M, kept writing. He stared at the sentences in anger, unable to change them, with one standing out to him most prominent of all.

‘Richter Annuel now stands in front of a statue, dressed in a priest’s garment…’

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Hehehehhe he is lost

And now, multiple pictures of Romero Astrophel in The Backrooms @ratwhowrites

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Whumptober 2024, Day 6

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

Not realizing they’re injured | unhealthy coping mechanisms | healed wrong | "it's not my blood"

TW: cigarettes, mentions of death

Characters: Waffle Maplewood, Chase Barlett, Mike

The familiar scent of cigar smoke flitted through the air as Mike stood out on the balcony, breathing out the smoke as he took a few deep breaths of cool night air. He smiled softly as Chase stepped out onto the balcony, joining him with his own pack in hand.

“Nice night to relax, isn’t it?” Chase nodded, taking a cigarette out of his pack, Mike offering Chase his lighter. He took the offering, touching the end to the flame and placing the cigarette to his lips.

Before he could even take a puff, however, the lit joint was taken from his lips. It seemed to float in mid-air before him, almost taunting him. Mike’s was stolen in quick succession, him letting out an audible groan.

“Breakfast food, why won’t you let me enjoy a break in peace?” His Southern drawl was full of annoyance, green eyes darting around to try and spot where the aforementioned ghost was. He made a grab for his cigar. The being took the distraction, taking his lighter as well.

“Nuh-uh. This stuff’ll kill you!” Mike groaned softly, giving Chase a look as he shrugged. Waffle faded into view, a look of pure disappointment on their face. They set both of the cigarettes ablaze into ash, looking over at the two. Chase quickly shoved the pack he’d been holding inside his jacket pocket.

“Ember. We’re already dead. We can’t die again. We’ve been over this.” They puffed out their chest, looking at Chase with a softer glare than they gave Mike.

“You don’t know that! For all the both of you know, you could die again right now!” They poked their finger into Chase’s chest, grumbling as he waved them off gently.

“We’ve both been doing it for decades, little flame. If we were to die, it would’ve happened already.” He huffed. Mike seemed to vanish, likely heading back to his room and leaving the area smelling of fire and smoke. Waffle just grumbled.

They both out there for a while, simply talking about things other than the cigarettes. Chase wound up heading back inside first, due to Waffle insisting on watching him go back inside before them.

Waffle might only admit it to themselves, but they worried about him… maybe more than they should.

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YOU

Whumptober 2024, Day 5

Sunburn | healing salve | heatstroke | "if my pain will stretch that far" (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

(Orion was made with the help of @ratwhowrites (thank you, Remi for this wonderful addition to my lore :3))

Characters: Orion Marisol, Andrew Aspall

TW: none

The bell in Orion’s Curiosities jangled as Andrew stepped inside. He’d been regularly visiting the shop’s owner as often as he could, mainly to browse the new selections that Orion had. He glanced over to the jewelry rack, spotting a few new sparkly necklaces that were on display, alongside several other items that seemed newer than the rest… but no Orion.

He peered around the register area, and there was no sign of his familiar face. The back room door was ajar, but he wasn’t too keen on having Orion yell at him if he was indeed fine. He didn’t want to worry unnecessarily.

“Orion? Are you here?” He considered calling the man after the silence seemed to stifle his queries. He looked around the shop one last time, before sighing and slipping behind the counter. If Orion wasn’t here, he’d just leave a note behind the counter that he visited and…

He saw Orion on the floor. He looked red, and alarm bells began ringing in his head as he rushed over to where the man lay. He was quick, looking around to see if there was something he could use to cool his friend down with. He spotted a fan nearby, quickly plugging it in and turning it on. As he did so, Orion seemed to slowly stir as he cranked the fan to the maximum level. It was unusually warm in the shop, almost stifling.

“Orion.” Andrew spoke softly as he watched Orion sit up. He seemed confused, looking at Andrew with bewilderment.

“Andrew…? When did you get here-“ He sighed softly, before gently tugging on Orion’s thick jacket.

“Got here about five minutes ago. Take your jacket off, please. You’re burning up, and if you pass out again, I’m going to have to call an ambulance.” Orion raised an eyebrow at Andrew’s directness, snatching his jacket from the man’s grasp.

“Nuh-uh. I look good in this jacket. You’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hands!” Andrew groaned at his playfulness, seeming to not find it as amusing as the male before him did.

“Fine. Suit yourself. At the very least, come with me somewhere cooler. This fan isn’t going to cut it.” He looked at the small fan that was whirring nearby, clearly trying its hardest to combat and cool the warm air inside.

“Noah’s bakery is cooler…” Orion murmured, seeming rather dazed. Andrew didn’t like his odds about going to the dreaded bakery next door, but it would be cooler than Orion’s shop, which didn’t seem to have any air conditioning installed. He would have to fix that.

“…. As much as I don’t like going near that place… you’re right. Let’s go.” He grabbed Orion’s hand, pulling him up and placing Orion’s arm over his shoulder, heading out the door quickly.

He’d call the ambulance once inside… and call someone else to get air conditioning in Orion’s shop immediately after ensuring Orion’s safety. He didn’t want an incident like this happening ever again.

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RAHHHHHHH

I AM SHAKING YOU AS WELL

I EAT THE WRITING RAHHHHHHHHH

YOU MADE THE BIRD SON SO COOL

I LOVE ROMERO AND NICK ARE SO SILLY

If only Noah and Romero could be besties

Whumptober 2024, Day 4

Hallucinations | hypnosis | sensory deprivation | "you're still alive in my head" (Billy Lockett, More)

Taglist: @n-anon @glitchyartist @theenchantedforestsystem @lirulua @ratwhowrites @themangledphoenix @echoing-melody @reformed-tempest @10th-no-name-person @malaboos-bodacious-blog @whumptober-archive

(Romero Astrophel belongs to @ratwhowrites , thank you, Remi, for letting me borrow your boy :) (also, happy birthday Romero!))

TW: Manipulation

Characters: Romero Astrophel, Nick Sparks, Noah Woods

“ROMERO MICHAELIS ATLAS-ASTROPHEL!” The baker’s voice seemed to echo through the castle walls as he screamed out the name of his friend… maybe former friend, if he kept up his shenanigans. He stalked through the halls, looking around for the bird-like prince. He didn’t exactly know where the throne room was, but he figured he’d find it fairly quickly.

He threw open a set of double doors… and there he sat, looking regal as ever. Calm blue eyes met angry green ones, a smile on Romero’s face. He looked Noah over with what seemed to be an almost smug expression.

“You called?” His voice was incredibly suave, irritatingly so. Noah let out a soft hiss of annoyance.

“You took my brother. I want him back.” Romero raised an eyebrow, seeming confused as Noah spoke.

“Your brother? As far as I’m aware, you’ve never had a brother, Noah.” He was starting to see red, his hand going to his pocket, where an ornate dagger lay. Romero may be his friend, but as far as Noah was concerned, he was messing with family. He didn’t want to have to resort to worse measures. His anger, however, was telling him otherwise. He wasn’t about to let this man take his brother away from him.

“If you don’t give him back, the next time that I see you, you won’t be walking out of my bakery alive.” The threat seemed to land, Romero letting out a laugh as he looked at Noah. He seemed rather amused… and as Noah looked into his eyes, he started to feel strange.

“Noah. You’ve never had a brother. You’re an only child, remember?” Noah heard the words, quickly realizing what Romero was attempting to do, shaking them off as fast as he could.

“No, I *do* have a brother! His name is Nick, and he’s my brother, and *you* took him from *me!*” This was his last straw. If Romero was going to try and force him into believing he didn’t have a brother, he wasn’t going to listen to anything he had to say. He pulled out the dagger from his pocket, racing towards Romero. He was about ready to wipe that smug grin off of his face, his dagger aiming with his hand to hit Romero directly in the chest when—

“STOP!” He heard a familiar voice call out, a man diving between himself and Romero, bright blue… wait, purple? eyes staring into his own. Nick, his own brother, seemed to be defending Romero, his captor. Noah quickly put the dagger away, not wanting to hurt his own brother, but gave Romero a nasty glare as he smugly stared at Noah.

“If you ever dare step foot in here again, I’m calling the guards.” Noah was stunned by Nick’s words, confusion coming to his eyes. He looked Nick up and down, realizing that Nick’s outfit was incredibly fancy, something he would never wear where they were from. Even worse, he was glaring at Noah with pure and unbridled hatred… Romero’s eyes seemed to soften when he looked at Nick, gently placing a hand on Nick’s shoulder.

“Songbird, please. There’s no need to be so violent. This man was just leaving, he’s merely confused.” Noah could feel Romero’s voice washing over him, his body moving on his own as he turned around. That’s… right. He was just confused, wasn’t he? He slowly walked out of the throne room, Romero’s eyes watching him with every step.

He didn’t realize who he’d forgotten until he managed to head back home.

[ratwhowrites]

OH MY GOD

HENRY I AM SHAKING YOU

IT’S MY SON

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ROMERO ASTROPHEL!

@ratwhowrites I love your tragic little man