#inboxday

[todaydailydaily-blog]

#friday #penandink #illustration #lettering #dailyart #calendar #work #office #officelife #officework #desksetup #inbox #inboxday

[sebastiansteele]

😊😭 😡 👻 💙 💚💛 ❤️🥂 💫🐯💮🍀

Since I answered the mun part here, I’ll just answer Sebastian’s parts.

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest?

Happiness is a relative term… but closest would be destruction, especially if he’s causing it. 

😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest?

Nothing. Sebastian doesn’t feel sadness. 

😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest?

Ehm.. He has a lot of dislikes, but I don’t know if any of them would really anger him. He has no respect for psychiatrists, doctors in general, policemen, any figure of authority, the law, ostentatious rich snobs, people that feel sorry for themselves, anyone that isn’t a realist, those that are needy for sex, etc. 

👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse?

When Sebastian was a child, he was abused by the Guardian. As time went on, he became used to the torment, but it was the first time the Guardian abandoned him for several days when Sebastian was around 10. During those days, he had to hunt for food, sometimes unsuccessfully, which caused him to starve. It was during that time that Sebastian believed this would be his life until he finally succumbed to death… but the Guardian eventually did return, unfortunately not alone.

💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place?

I could say that Sebastian finds peace in cutting into skin, whether it’s someone else’s or his own, but another activity is actually drawing. He has a journal that’s filled with disturbing illustrations of ideas that come to him. He also, of course, finds ease in practicing his swings with the whip or shooting.

💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous?

Nothing that I can think of.

💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends?

“Those that you call your friends are merely more advanced in manipulation than you are. In short, I have none.”

❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush?

Originally, when he was in an RPG, I had him married, but that detail is flexible depending on what verse he’s in. For most, he’s still a bachelor and will remain so. However, even when he was married, it wasn’t from a romantic interest really. He liked how he was molding her into something that she never would have been without him, actually making her stronger and loyal. They were a great and unlikely pair. 

As far as approaching a relationship romantically, he doesn’t. Even if he was not a psychopath, he doesn’t trust anyone to let those feelings happen. 

🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks?

Sebastian has no interest in drinking. He’s stone cold sober 100% of the time. His tolerance would be average, just because of his height, not because of experience. 

💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine?

Sickness? What sickness? Sebastian will not even acknowledge that he is sick and just go about his business as usual.

🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse?

I think of a panther for Sebastian. Cat-like reflexes and excellent balance, plus they’re both dressed in black. For his cigarette smoke, which I count as a character almost in itself, it’s always a snake in the way it wraps around the air and suffocates people.

💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

Sebastian: “Weakened willpower. Gullible from optimism. Prone to mania.”

Danielle: “I love playing Sebastian, even if he’s a pain in the ass of everyone I bring him in contact with, including myself. Every dark fascination funnels right into him and it’s fun to have him explore that, knowing there are no boundaries for him.”

🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

Sebastian is a lone wolf type, but someone that he does somewhat rely on would be Amelia Stoddart, who has been his head of household since he took over Steele Plantation. He doesn’t think of her as a mother, but she is the closest thing to one he had after returning home.

[constantinepayne]

😊😭 😡 👻 💙 💚💛 ❤️🥂 💫🐯💮🍀

Since I answered the mun part here, I’ll just answer Con’s parts.

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest?

Animals, especially his own.

😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest?

He doesn’t get sad too often, but I’d say if he feels like he’s not making progress with a patient to the extent where he’s seeing the patient deteriorate instead of improve.

😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest?

 Con’s father has really been the bane of his existence. Nowadays, that’s neutralized, though.

👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse?

When Kelsey was killed in front of him, that was the scariest moment of his life. Part of the reason why was that he knew that was meant for him.

💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place?

There are a couple of things that Con does. The go-to is either a gin and tonic or chia tea, depending on what’s going on in his life. Other times, he may just spend time with Emory or Eva. It’s strange that Emory actually does help in having him relaxed. It’s something he never thought would be possible.

💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous?

Con is very confident. He doesn’t remember a time when he felt jealousy… except maybe when he was a kid because he was an attention-starved child when Darla wasn’t there.

💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends?

“If it turns out I have a sister I never knew anything about, I’d hope it would be Eva. She gives me hell for some things, but it could be worse.”

❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush? 

Con had a small crush on Dr. Tarin Adler, his mentor during the time he was studying medicine, but that was about it emotionally until Emory. They’re a couple without calling themselves a couple, and Con is comfortable with the arrangement now. 

🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks?

He loves a good drink, can’t lie. His tolerance is pretty good, but he is not a heavy drinker, in spite of the persona. It’s very rare for him to take more than what he can handle, but when that does happen, he’s high-functioning and the only big difference is that he’s more open with his words.

💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine?

Con just lets the medical side of him kick in and knows what’s wrong, what he should do, etc. So, if anyone tells him differently, he’s going to chop their head off because he’s not in the mood. He’d probably lock Emory out when he’s sick because he knows he’ll get the attitude, but wouldn’t really resist a phone call or texts.

🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse? 

I think of a snake, which I suppose isn’t too complimentary, but he’s great with his tongue. Badumtss. Just his movements come with such confidence and he’s usually slithering into something slyly. Also, wrapping himself around others seductively.

💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

“I guess ‘no comment’ isn’t an option… She has honesty going for her.”

I would love to have Con’s personality. He’s easy-going, but he’s also very strategic. In a way, he’s a very loose version of Sebastian without the psychopathy.

🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

Eva and Rupin are important figures in Con’s life, beyond Emory, naturally. I sense in the near future Joachim will have a bigger role in his life, much like a paternal figure.

[dom-horatio-md]

😊😭 😡 👻 💙 💚💛 ❤️🥂 💫🐯💮🍀

Since I answered the mun part here, I’ll just answer Horatio’s parts.

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest?

His answer would be something along the lines of 4 tits and he’s not even that picky if one has 3 and the other has a “nipclops” thing going for her, but Horatio can be happy from...

Babysitting SW or really any child (except the nightmare ones). He actually loves them, but he’s obviously not too responsible with them. 

Parma Violets and really anything sweet

All-you-can-eat buffets

Cars

Surprisingly, clothes but he’d never admit to it

Jaeger, but again he’d never admit to bonding with the little shit

😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest?

Whenever Horatio thinks about his mum or Carmen, it takes strength to push the thoughts aside. His mother is really the one that makes him the saddest because there’s not much that can be done about her situation that he hasn’t already tried and failed at. 

😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest?

Anyone that’s a total fucking prick. He won’t hesitate to beat the living shit out of someone if they’re being an asshole. An absolute no is if he sees someone hurting someone that doesn’t deserve it. If they do deserve it, though, he’ll join in. 

👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse?

Hm. I can’t name the absolute scariest moment, but I can give two instances where he believed it was the scariest. The first is seeing Carmen on the couch and trying to shake her awake but she never answered him. The second deals with being sent off from the Coldstone manor for good, which sounds good, but it’s terrible when you know you’re mum isn’t coming with you and you know how much abuse she was already facing there when you were there to try to stop it.

💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place?

Pot. Simple answer. Add some bags of crisps and a marathon of Doctor Who... Horatio is as calm as can be.

💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous?

I think if Jaeger started to hang out with other people without him, he’d be really jealous and probably try to crash into that. NoHomo.jpg

💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends?

“Call him little shit for a fucking reason, like one of them shits ya thinks gonna fill up the whole bowl but all ya squirt out is this drop of piss poor shit that clawed its way outta your hole. Fucking pain in ass.”

❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush? 

Keyword is romantic. At the moment, he has no one that fills that role, but he may be open to it underneath. I secretly feel he has a dating profile, but he probably is in the process of getting banned.

🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks?

Horatio is pretty much an alcoholic, to be quite honest. I think if he didn’t drink for a week, he’d get sick. He can finish off a bottle of whiskey in one sitting easy. He doesn’t fucking fool around with wine because that’s for pansies, which I’m sure he reminds Viggo of quite well. He has a weakness for the sweet cocktails Jaeger creates that have either whipped cream or candy involved in them, but for the most part he sticks with whiskey or vodka.

💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine?

He’s the worst patient you can have. He is incredibly grouchy and like a grown baby. He’ll take all the meds, though, and get knocked out pretty quickly.

🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse?

I use Chrome and each character has their own profile linked to their Tumblr account, and for Horatio’s, I use the horse head but the ass would be more appropriate. 

💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

“Bitch is alright, short of making life shit lot of times.”

I can’t help but love Horatio. He’s politically incorrect and offensive, but I love him. He says everything he’s thinking, and I know he means well underneath all that crudeness.

🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

This question doesn’t say a good and important person, so an important person that Horatio hates would be Ezra Coldstone. Important in a good way, beyond his mom, has to be Jaeger. He’s probably his only true friend.

[viggowolfe-cain]

If Viggo is a deity, will leave Idris at the shrine

[Viggo’s picture is in a simple frame with the glass reflecting the flickering flames from the candles beside it. However, it’s not those objects that immediately catch the “deity’s” full attention, but rather his husband seemingly made to sit on the floor with a red ribbon tying his hands behind his back in a type of bow. Idris’ chest is exposed, along with the long legs that are crossed, trying to conceal the only piece of cloth clinging to his body as the face burns bright red. The outline of it is shown in spite of the modesty, curving only around the prominent figure beneath. It takes Viggo a moment to realize that the brunet’s hips are nearly as bare as the rest of him, with the exception of a thin string to keep what’s there in place. 

When he speaks, his face is colorless and the voice unintentionally lower as he moves closer to untie him.] 

...I really have no words...

[Eyes have to shift down to undo the bow, but in doing so, the lens’ focus hits upon the matching red string snaking between Idris’ rounded curves. It makes the fingers falter in their original efforts and his lips to part, thinking that he’ll find the words from the surprise, but all that comes is a quiet breath against the other’s neck.]

..still nothing..

[rupindalvi]

Go win Con back from that Emory Light, show him who's the boss

Ah, I’ve become the other man? That’s news. I don’t care about the chipku and Constantine was a student. There’s no need to win back what’s not lost.

[iraxwolfe]

You and your son-in-law should do more bonding activities

I’ll think about it.

[sir-fabian-bishop]

😽 - Licker, licks everything, nothing is safe, ever

Drop a kitten on my muse!!

The sound of a kitten's tongue is as distinctive as the high-pitched mew of a newborn. Dropped in front of his apartment's door earlier in the day, Fabian has already been well-trained in a Pavlovian fashion with his ear perking up at the sound of that noise. It reminded him of a fast-paced trickle of a leaky faucet. One drop after another hitting a porcelain basin, but instead of clean water it's saliva with the stench of the animal's breath and of course instead of being met with the sink, it's anything and everything that catches the feline's attention. Heaven help him.

"No!" the English lit is being strained by the word that has now been uttered hundreds of times since the arrival of this unwanted pet. Fabian's hands wrap around the white fluff ball, picking her up instantly and hauling her away from an open pack of thumb-tacks. "Stop this at once! It will be an utter miracle should you happen to reach next week."

The cream-colored paws are settled down on the floor, where she takes it by storm, strutting over to the leather couch with her tongue already out. Soon enough, she's tasting the piece of furniture before batting it once the flavor doesn't meet her approval. Everything is a game if it isn't food, apparently, and Fabian releases a desperate sigh with his hands on his hips. He has been running after this creature since morning like a toddler on the rampage. Before he can reach her, though, she slips underneath it.

"Blasted!"

He kneels in front of the piece, looking for any sign of her, but nothing stares back at him in the darkness of the furniture's shadow until the blue, globe-like eyes suddenly appear with her tongue at the ready. She pounces lightly, threatening to lick Fabian's nose after landing in front of him. She would have succeeded had his reflexes hadn't caused his head to jerk back at the surprise attack.

"You are nothing short of being a menace," he mumbles under his breath before taking possession of her small frame again. She's so light in his hands, and it's astounding that something this small can be this much of a whirlwind in his life.

"I've come with food!" Fergus' voice calls out into the apartment, followed by the door closing behind. He soon finds Fabian getting up from his knees with the kitten against his chest, making him grin. "How's Penelope?"

"Penelope?" he repeats. "You've gone ahead and given it a name? We are not keeping this hellcat."

Fergus goes on to pop the can of cat food, which makes the kitten wriggle in Fabian's hold at the smell before the food is brought to her face. "She's starving. Look at her." Indeed, the face is buried deep into the can with that all-too-familiar sound of the tongue clambering away at chicken pate. "I'm glad she likes this one. There was a sale."

Those words strike fear in Fabian's heart when he hears them coming from Fergus' mouth. The man is incapable of restraint, particularly with his dwindling funds. "You didn't purchase much, did you?" By now, the food is gone and the kitten is having a chaser in the form of Fabian's fingers, but in spite of the squirming of his stomach from the touch, he doesn't miss the lack of an answer. "Blackburn, how much of a purchase have you made?"

"It's not a problem," he finally replies. "She'll eat it."

"We are not keeping her. She's neurotic. While you were gone I had to pull her away from licking an electrical outlet, and she has been shedding on my attire since the beginning. Please, tell me, at the very least, this is the only bag you've brought."

Fergus' bottom lip is bitten with eyebrows raised and eyes drawn towards the door. "It's not that much."

Fabian sets Penelope down on the floor as he follows the other, leading them to see the numerous bags of food for her taking up the width of the outside hallway. The kitten is already there, climbing the grocery bags before licking at the contents inside of them.

"I bet someone's found the Alaskan tuna!"

[ophelcomputing]

Today is INBOX DAY. A day dedicated to clear your inbox clutter. Delete emails, drafts, trash you no longer need. #tech #technology #ArtificialInteligence #MachineLearning #DataScience #DataAnalytics #appdesign #uiux #mobility #startup #engineering #bootstrap #apps #DeepLearning #uxui #usability #JavaScript #saas #DataEngineering #cloud #cleaninternet #postoftheday #inboxday https://www.instagram.com/p/BtnCWeyFfbo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=anorpnpz7x6h

[oswin-whitemore]

Julian Moore

Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

Margaux Whitemore || Mother (deceased)

When Oswin was very young, both of his parents died in a plane crash, but he didn't know until many years later when he was inducted into the Crowne. The Whitemores were upper-class, wealthy beyond imagination. Margaux was a former model, but her family was from the old-money side of the world. Oswin's father was new into the folds, creating a business from loans instead of parents' good fortune. Together, their backgrounds merges upon marriage and claim, and it understandably had some people's mouths watering, particularly Oswin's paternal uncle.

When the Whitemore's jet crashed, there was tragedy but also opportunity seen. Oswin would be the sole heir, being the only child and immediate relation to the two, but if the five-year-old had been on the plane with his parents, the accounts would open to the second best.

Oswin's uncle took advantage, sending the child away to an orphanage far removed from the inner circle, away from money, connections, anyone that would possibly recognize the boy, landing him in Lebanon, New Hampshire. In the meantime, the doted on child from the Whitemores was considered lost like his parents.

However, there was one flaw in the plan.

Margaux had specifically talked to a dear friend of hers about Oswin not coming with them on the trip. In spite of the woman's complaint filed to the police, the investigation was closed before it really even started, siting that the dear friend of the late Margaux Whitemore was mistaken from grief. It was enough to make her boil, reaching to a higher power for answers, and in time, this information filtered through the Crowne, where DNA records of the Whitemores matched that of an agent of theirs, increasing his worth to them even more so than his original merits.

Oswin reclaimed his last name--replacing one that the Crowne had assigned for him--and the business that his father created is still with the family and operates under a management team the son hired to run better than he states he could.

[sircharlesirons]

6+ Freya

Send me ‘6′ + a character’s name and I’ll write a Six Word Story about them!  

A guardian of all the virtues.

[sebastiansteele]

Vidris

Send me a word and I’ll come up with a headcanon for it.

Idris Cain is one of Sebastian's personal amusements. In another world, they could have been close friends, where being a best man isn't forced by a pair of handcuffs for the sake of being next to preacher Light. As for Viggo Wolfe, Sebastian has an unusual attitude towards him, and it's all because of Emory Light taking an immediate interest in the dark blond the moment he saw him. For Sebastian, he enjoys rubbing in the fact that Emory never got to "collect" Viggo. He is considered the lost sub, in fact, when he isn't being called a dog.

Together, both loving men create the perfect crux in Emory's sense of getting what he wants, resulting in them getting a highly unusual guardian angel in their relationship. With that said, in a hypothetical situation where Sebastian could only save one of them, it would be Idris that he would choose without second-thought. The reason being that it would cause anguish and guilt for the husband and it would guarantee Emory would never be able to have the once-sought-after submissive.

The Film Release

An additional headcanon that I never got to write out came around the heels of Shadow Wolfe winning Masterchef Jr. and simultaneously Sebastian learning of the official wedding ceremony between Vidris. As a promised wedding present, Sebastian released the sex tape anonymously over the internet, sparking a few entertainment news agencies to glom onto the event for a week or so. Sebastian's explanation for why this was any sort of present at all was that the pair wouldn't have to continue to worry about it hanging over their heads.

Viggo took the opportunity to bundle up the family and vacation for a short period of time until it appeared the news was a faded memory.

[constantinepayne]

Would Con ever feel betrayed if Emory one day breaks the claim without notice?

Send me [?] with a question for mun and muse to answer togetherKey: Bold=Mun/Danielle   Regular Text=Con

It’s more likely that I’d do that, not him.

-cough-Bullshit-cough-

Really? You don’t think I keep my options open?

I’m just saying... I think you’d totally feel betrayed, but it’s okay because I would cut him for you. I would do that. Just for you.

Wouldn’t that be categorized as midget wrestling?

.....Okay, number 1, ow... like uncalled for, and 2nd... fuck you. 3rd, you’re just lashing out because I’m right.

Not really, but I’ll look for the fight on pay-per-view if it happens.

[dom-horatio-md]

Rainbow + Fabian

CAPUMF

It sounded like a clue in the newspaper's anagram game, but in the current moment the noise followed an array of buzzing and sputtering noises from Horatio's beloved Triumph with his loud curses trailing on after. They had gently rolled to a stop on the side of the English countryside road.

"Why on earth did I believe that this would have an agreeable conclusion?!" Fabian's voice was rife with annoyance, but it was impossible to rival the Brit's.

"YA BROUGHT IT ON THE POOR THING, GODDAMN TURD PETAL! NOT USED TO HAVING YOUR WAD OF BULLSHIT RUBBING UP INSIDE IT! LIKE A SHIT-FILLED RUBBER JOHNNIE, YA ARE."

The car door slammed behind the owner of the steaming hunk of mechanical failure, making the other flinch at the sudden explosion of noise and anger. His lips pursed tightly for a moment as he watched the bonnet fly up, obscuring his view of the situation from the windshield. Uncrossing his arms, he finally forced himself out of the vehicle to observe the buffoon in action.

"Fucking Hell," was the first thing that was heard in the open air that reeked with a burning odor. Walking to the front of the red car, Horatio was down on his knees, looking at the oil spewed out over the asphalt. It was an iridescent array of the rainbow, splattered over the black tar. "CHRIST ON A CROSS!"

"Surely there must be some type of solution," Fabian spoke up with his arms crossed over his chest, unconsciously shielding himself from the profanity. "You've been in possession of this blasted contraption for some time, haven't you? You must be aware of its faults by now."

"DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN FAULTS TIL YA CAME ROUND WANTING A BLOODY RIDE!"

"Which you were more than happy to accommodate since you announced to your entire establishment of vagrants that I would be, and I quote, 'the first fairy to leave without coming first.'"

Even in the circumstances, Horatio gave a quiet bark of laughter at his own words. "Aw yeah... was a fucking good one, that was."

"Yes, I assume there was some type of cardinal connotation involved that brought hilarity to a delirious level," he replied dryly, obviously not amused. "Now, what can be done with this..." he paused, thinking better of riling him up again, "machine?"

"Like the rest of the good birds out there, just going on the rags. Calm her tits down in a bit. Won't take long cause you're here, wasting away in her, wants to get you the fuck outta here more than me."

"That's charming," the eldest of the two mumbled under his breath before staring out over the sunset.

With anybody else, it would have been the most relaxing and idyllic scenes Fabian had ever been exposed to. The sky was drenched in color from the rich reds seamlessly drifting into the yellows and purples, dipping into the cooler end of the spectrum where the light was barely reaching it. Dark blue shadows of the animals across the fields played along the greenery surrounding them. It was simply beautiful to take in, even if it was basted in the stench of the Triumph's burning oil.

"OY! Have an egg, turd petal! Don't want ya getting the runs in the Triumph. One of these'll bind your tubes right up. Works like a goddamn charm," he called over, sitting on the boot of the car with a small carton of eggs that were addressed to him from the little bit back in the states.

Fabian was tempted not to even reply or look in the foul beasts direction, but his stomach had been empty since before he had left off towards the airport, refusing to eat anything that was from the bar he owned with his Submissive. Prying himself away from the beautiful sight, he traded it in for the more barbaric one of Horatio trying to unpeel one of the multi-colored eggs with his teeth.

"Are you utterly incapable of anything civilized?"

A piece of the dyed shell was spit out into his palm before joining some of the other fragments that were forming a small pile. "Little bit gave me these. Treating them with fucking respect, sod for brains. Fucking lucky giving ya a goddamn one!"

"That is no way to de-shell them!" Fabian spat back before taking one for himself as a means to demonstrate. "As lovely as they are, putting them into your mouth as they are now is the amount of depravity I expect from you, but since you do seem to care for these, I will extend my aid into the matter."

"Ya couldn't extend shit if ya had a telescope for a cock," Horatio fired back after launching another piece of shell at his head, which landed on the suit-covered shoulder.

Pointedly dusting the pink shard off of him, he continued on with pursing lips at first. "You must crack the egg on the side of a sharp edge, which will create a long enough fracture to eventually form around the circumference of the egg after repeating the action," he spoke as he demonstrated what he was saying until he was able to pull several pieces from it instead of the hundreds that Horatio seemed to create.

"Yeah, good on ya, turd petal," he replied without taking any piece of his advice, determined to do it his way.

Seeing the resistance, Fabian could only glare at him before biting into his egg. Almost immediately he had to spit it out from instinct. What once was the yolk was brown in color, and the taste was horrendously rotten, bleeding into his nostrils and choking his throat.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THESE?"

"STOP BEING A FUCKING PUSSY. ONLY BEEN IN THE BOOT FOR BOUT TWO WEEKS."

"YOU IMBECILE! YOU HAVEN'T REFRIGERATED THESE SINCE THE MOMENT YOU RECEIVED THEM?"

"NOT LIKE THEY NEED IT!" he yelled back before popping his own into his mouth, smashing it with his teeth even as he was talking. "SEE?!"

The sight flipped over Fabian's stomach, making him lurch with sickness while Horatio continued to scrape out a lost shell between his molars.

[viggowolfe-cain]

😊😭 😡 👻 💙 💚💛 ❤️🥂 💫🐯💮🍀

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest?

Viggo: Seeing his family happy. If Idris, Shadow Wolfe, and Ira are in good spirits, it really melts Viggo’s heart. Danielle: I like accomplishing things, especially when it surpasses others. I also love when an old song I love comes on the radio, like I go crazy pleased if “There’s is always something there to remind meeee” comes on.

😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest?

Viggo: Seeing Idris have a breakdown was killing Viggo. Some of that was due to the fact that he knew there was nothing he could personally do to heal Idris like he needed to be. He likes being helpful and when someone is reaching out for it and he can’t provide it… that hurts.Danielle: I think Viggo and I are on the same page here. I feel like shit if I can’t fulfill goals, especially at work but also at home.

😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest?

Viggo: Obviously, if someone crosses his family, they’re going to get something thrown back at them. Viggo can’t stand anyone being a bully, but to anyone he loves where that happens is on a whole other level.Danielle: I get pissed off if someone crosses my family, as well… OR anyone who is condescending when they’re in the wrong. I can’t stand people like that.

👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse?

Viggo: Hm.. Damn. I’ve put him in a few situations that aren’t that pleasant. One is of course with Anna and Elijah dying. Second would be when he thought Idris was dying. Third was when Idris was actually taken and he heard nothing about his condition for several days.Danielle: To make things fair, I’ll put up three, too. One was my mom being rushed to the E.R because at the time she had symptoms of a stroke, but it turned out to be Ramsay Hunt syndrome. Second would be when we were restoring the house I currently live in and the police thought our contractor killed his girlfriend and shoved her body in our well… so for several days, our house was a media circus. Third one is when our car broke down in the middle of fucking nowhere and there was no cell service. 

💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place?

Viggo: Tea, SW, and Idris. Being by the ocean helps a lot, too. It’s peaceful in the cottage.Danielle: I just need to do things, sometimes cleaning helps, most of the time dancing when I’m stressed.

💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous?

Viggo: Viggo isn’t a very jealous person, but if he sees someone that makes Idris blush, good luck to them.Danielle: Anyone that gets praise over me. It’s not that hard. 

💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends?

Viggo: “Jaeger is one of the most honest men I’ve ever met. I appreciate that quality from him a lot, even if it can be… too honest, at times. He’s also someone that I consider incredibly loyal and strong. I’m lucky to have him as my friend, really.”Danielle: Etienne is my BESTEST friend like o. m. g. But I really love the creativity she comes up with and I would never have these amazing fictional relationships without her, so I’m so thankful to have her.

❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush?

Viggo: IS THIS A REAL QUESTION? Viggo has his soulmate. Life before Idris, he never really clicked with anyone. But now, he gives his heart and soul entirely to his husband. He’s as loyal as you possibly could get.Danielle: I run from relationships. They’re scary. I’d like to think that one day someone will have crush on me, but… it’s a lot of responsibility.

🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks?

Viggo: I HC Viggo has an average tolerance. It’s not very high, but he’s also no light-weight either. He doesn’t drink casually or too often. It’s really only for special occasions when he has more than one glass in the same night. With Idris, however, they can get a little sloppy. His favorite alcohol is chardonnay. Danielle: I have never had a drink. I live vicariously through my characters. But I LOVE these drinks from Ocean Spray called Mocktails.

💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine?

Viggo: He’ll still try to do some stuff around the house, but sometimes it’ll be him passed out in bed, depending on just how sick he is. He really doesn’t want anyone to catch what he has, so he downs a lot of his herbal tea, even more than usual. Danielle: I usually just sleep when I can, although now since I have a job… I just tough it out. Ironically, I usually feel better with my mind off of being sick.

🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse?

Viggo: The obvious animal is a wolf. What I didn’t know about wolves (until I just googled them for this question) was that they are one of the few animals out there that mate for life, so that fits well. Plus, they care about their pack.Danielle: I am an alpaca because I’m soft and cute.

💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

Viggo: “Danielle is very nice. She can be... eccentric sometimes, but that’s nice to see. To be honest, I’m just glad that life has settled down enough to enjoy it.”Danielle: My golden child, how I love him. Sometimes I wish I could alter him to be more daring or wild, but actually to have boundaries in a character is a good thing. Those boundaries are beginning to be tested, especially when it has been some time in the marriage with Idris, but overall he’s still the good guy I was hoping for.

🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

Viggo: BEYOND Idris,SW, and Ira... Oswin has to be up there. Without him, Viggo’s life would have been a complete 180. Audrey helped him tremendously, as well, and was the one that gave him his tattoo on the bottom of his foot in respect for his lost family. Danielle: My mom 100%. 

[rupindalvi]

White + Constantine

Send me a color and I’ll write a drabble with our muses with that color as the theme.

Winters were starkly different in India than they were in New York. It was the first thing Constantine realized when he came to the country his mother fell in love with. Coming in February was a considerate move on Rupin’s part, exposing his young pupil to a milder form of the harsh climate that ravished the land most of the year. Instead of the white flurries that coated the Manhattan skyline, there was the sun high in the sky, highlighting the white linen shirts that draped a large portion of the male population. Both Constantine and Rupin were among the statistics, adorned in the color from the casual pants to the top, where the length was longer than American fashion veered towards and the sleeves loose for warmer weather. Rupin’s darker complexion made an appealing contrast, bathing in the rays cast out by his clothes to give a golden undertone to his skin. His eyes shifted over to his younger companion as they walked. Symbolically, there was something jarring about seeing him in white, the color of purity and innocence, all of which was lost nearly a week ago and bred a type of silence between them since.

“So, are we only here to act like tourists or…?” Constantine asked, meeting the gaze with a raised eyebrow, which only made the other move his vision straight in front of him.

“You want to know about Darla,” he answered, before amending his words. “Your mother.”

It wasn’t as much of a question as it was a general statement that he addressed, reflecting his true intentions for taking this trip of theirs. Regardless, Constantine still gave a nod, urging him to continue with whatever was on his mind to share.

“She was a brilliant woman. A shining star,” he began before sighing. “Then she met him, the blue-eyed boy of the Crowne, and it was watching a rose wither.–You were the only one on her mind that kept her breathing, you know that?”

The blue eyes looked away for a moment, settling vaguely on a couple taking a photo of themselves, before he spoke. “I know she didn’t kill herself, then.”

Rupin’s mind flipped through his memories, being pulled up like stacks of polaroids, just frames of her final moments. Darla laying in bed. His pleading. Her hand giving him a letter for her son. Her eyes closing, dying at the hands of a final sleep. His tears and anger and numb acceptance, bathing her lifeless body as custom of his religion.

“There’s no forgiveness for a bastard like him,” Rupin responded, not contradicting what the other had said. In his heart, there was nothing to contradict, anyways. Darla was a dead woman, no matter what she would’ve done, and she took the option that would save the sixteen-year-old now standing next to him. “You come from a brave woman, not kutte ka beej.”

Constantine slowed his strides down to a stop and the other followed the lead, facing each other. “In the next few years, I’m going to need your help,” he spoke, half-equal to a confession and another as a declaration of war for a common enemy. “Can I count on you?”

Unexpectedly, his lips parted just enough to breathe out a laugh, empty in nature before he pointedly took in their surroundings. “Do you know where you are, Constantine?”

His eyes narrowed, confused and annoyed at the response before answering in the same tone. “The Taj Mahal, so?”

The same lips curled softly at the ends with a nod. “Ah, you don’t see what I do,” he said, pushed into elaborating. “Only here I could think of speaking of Darla to you for the same reason why it is standing here.” The tale of the heartbroken emperor sunk into the student’s mind before Rupin took a step closer to offer a more private talk. “You question others’ loyalty, but not mine.”

Constantine’s hands found their way on either side of his mentor’s arms, grasping onto the defined form beneath the thin cloth. “Shukriyaa.” With eyes searching one another, it was the extent of intimacy that could be delivered in public, before a smile was given with the hands slipping from him. “She would thank you, too.”