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They’re harder than most of the nurses out here. Oh but, definitely. This is a lifelong commitment, obviously. Basically a blood contract.

If I had known it was that intense I would have negotiated a better deal for myself. Is this what you do? Trapping unwittingly people into contracts to fuel your pudding addiction?

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It Must Be Wolpertingers || Fynn and Kaden

Kaden walked in, setting the cage down by the front entrance for now. Best to see what he was up against first. “Looked like a jacaka-what?” His forehead creased. Not sure what the fuck that was. Did he mean jackrabbit? Or something else. “Right. I’m assuming it was, you know, odd. Correct?” Supernaturally odd? Probably. Not that he could ask that outright

He heard the scratching before he even stepped out of the hallway. Still, he let the guy point him towards the bathroom. He sighed when he heard the request for humane treatment of the creature. “Animal control isn’t animal killers. Really. Contrary to popular belief, we really don’t just slit animal’s throats or shoot dogs or whatever it is people think we fucking do.” Sure, if it was a monster, he had every intent of killing it the second he was out of sight. But that wasn’t the point. He’d never do that to a real animal, just supernatural vermin.

Carefully, Kaden cracked open the cabinet door beneath the sink. The stench was unmistakable. So were the.. antlers? “Putain de merde, that’s a wolper–” Kaden tired to cough, clear his throat to cover up what he was going to say.  “I mean, strange rabbit. Really st–” Without another word, the wolpertinger burst through the door and darted away, trying to find any corner or space out of the area. “Shit! Don’t let it scratch you!” he shouted as he fumbled for the supplies he had with him. A net, the pole, anything. “If it does, you’ll grow– Uh, things. A rash. It’s bad. Can you close the door?” But it was too late. The monster had skidded around them both and wedged its way out of the bathroom. Fuck. 

‘Odd is certainly one way to describe it.’ Fynn thought to himself, uncertain of whether the man’s odd choice of words was meant have some greater indication or if it was simply a matter of syntax. Though he was much more concerned with his unwelcome guest than he was with subtle nuances. “Yes, it was quite abnormal.” He replied, a slight frown appearing on his face after hearing Kaden sigh.

“I’m aware you don’t kill everything. Usually just the animals that are considered pests, correct?” He retorted, his tone calm and non-accusatory as he positioned himself on the opposite side of the door. “A wolpertinger?” Fynn queried, the term ringing familiar in his memory.

Suppressing a girlish shriek as he closed the bathroom door just a second too late and watching as the creature skittered down the stairs, he was sure to give it a wide birth. Fynnian turned to the other male, “ Now that we’re on the same page about that things supernatural properties, how are we going to deal with it?”

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Butterfly Jailbreak || Regan & Fynnian

TIMING: This morning, following Quit Buggin’ LOCATION: Flores Flores PARTIES: @kadavernagh and @fynn-the-sponsor SUMMARY: Escape from the butterfly terrarium. 

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WC Welcoming | Fynn and Skye

As he had gotten older Fynn came to understand the importance of establishing relationships within the communities he involved himself in, when he began to take notice of a young woman spending as much time at the library as himself, he was delighted. 

While he wasn’t the most sociable person, due to the nature of his job, Fynn was always excited to befriend people with similar interests. He quietly observed how she interacted with her students, wanting to gain some kind of perspective on the type of person she may be.

Being sure to wait until her class had left, Fynn walked up to the woman,”Sorry to bother you, I noticed you started frequenting the library recently and was wondering if you were new to town. I’m Fynn, local bookworm and friend of the librarian, and you are?” He asked, a soft, welcoming smile on his face. 

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Fynn’s morning had almost been normal. Almost. Upon leaving the warm embrace of his bed and heading for the bathroom as per his usual daily ritual, he came face to face with a strange looking rabbit digging around in the cabinet under his sink. A ghastly shriek left his lips before running down the stairs to his kitchen. While he wasn’t usually one to need help with an intruder, the creature was unfamiliar to him so he opted for calling animal control.    

Hearing a knock at the door, Fynnian stumbled his way over, pulling on a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt, opting to not greet animal control in his housecoat. “Come in, uh bunnies... Yeah, it looked kind of like a jackalope to me.” He explained, shutting the door behind Kaden and leading him towards the second floor bathroom. 

“Last night, I think? It could have been here longer, I don’t spend a lot of time at home.” Fynn responded, leading the other through the house, a gentle scratching noise echoing out of the bathroom as they approached. “I don’t know exactly how you intend to deal with this thing, but if you could refrain from killing it, that would be ideal.”

“I believe it’s underneath the sink.” Fynn said, gesturing to the cabinets beneath his bathroom sink. He hadn’t dared to go back into the bathroom after discovering the creature earlier that morning. 

It Must Be Wolpertingers || Fynn and Kaden

This may have been the longest Kaden had held down a singular job if you didn’t count hunting. He kept expecting to be bored with it but it was sure hard to feel that way when he got calls like this. Strange rabbits invading the house. He just hoped it was actual rabbits or a supernatural variety he was familiar with. If these were dog sized, flesh eating bunnies he was turning around and going home. 

Kaden knocked on the door, prepared with a cage, a net, and a few extra supplies. Namely a knife and some salt. You could take the hunter out of the forest but he was still going to bring his damn weapons with him wherever he went. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure what was on the other side of that door and he came prepared. Thought maybe he should have brought some cleaning supplies in case it was just sentient dust bunnies. 

“Animal control,” he said as soon as the door opened, flashing his badge. In lieu of wearing the uniform, it was usually a little fucking necessary. “Heard you got a rodent problem. Or, well, lagomorph.” He rubbed the back of his neck a moment. Smooth. “Bunnies. You called about bunnies, right? Lead the way.”

The second he walked inside he was hit by a stench. Well that certainly didn’t rule out dust bunnies just yet. Or real ones, either, to be perfectly honest. But the place looked clean enough. “When did this thing show up?” he asked as they wandered towards the animal in question. 

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nelllraiser​:

No good stingy nurses. You have the cafeteria ladies in your pocket? 👀 I’m pretty sure I brought Ethel around, but Georgia’s been a tough nut to crack. And no, it’ll never end. I’ll just keep carrying on to the next pudding range, taking the world by storm. Pudding is my always.

The cafeteria ladies were quite difficult at first. Ethel is so sweet...Oh god, you mean to say that I have to keep finding pudding cups for you, forever?

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nelllraiser​:

Six?? That’s much better than the nurses have been doing! You’re prime real estate. I can’t believe I didn’t find you until my last day at the hospital. Kinda bogus, tbh. It’s okay…I’ll be long gone by then…disappeared into the darkness…never to be seen again…

The nurses hold out on everyone, but I know my way around them and most of the cafeteria ladies love me as well.  I’m afraid your pudding heist is coming to an end, what will your next big scheme be?

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Agent Fynnian how are we looking on the pudding front? I told you I wouldn't send reinforcements so if you're a goner...you're on your own. Are they onto you?

I think I’ve acquired 6 pudding cups. No one suspects a thing, so no reinforcements needed, thank god. Probably not going to be up at the hospital for a couple days so you’re going to be flying solo comrade.  

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Name: Fynnian Lewis Species: Human (Hunter; Slayer) Occupation: Support Group Sponsor Age: 35 Years Old Played By: Greyson Face Claim: Iwan Rheon

“If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does. It must be by what he gives.”

Growing up in a family of vampire hunters is anything but ordinary, especially when it came to the Lewis family. From the ages of two until he was seven, the boy was homeschooled and when he was five, his little brother Alistar was born. His mother always told him that he had been too smart for his own good and that attending an accredited school would give him opportunities that she couldn’t. This was why for the third grade, Fynn was enrolled at the local elementary school, which Alistar would also attend. School for Fynnian was always a battle ground. Kids were cruel to those who were different, and Fynn definitely wasn’t a normal kid, he was a bookworm and as most kids would call him, a nerd.  The boy always excelled in english and history, though math never fully did make sense to him. He was always close with his brother and tried to teach him the things that their father didn’t tend to be around to teach like shaving, and helping with homework. 

On Fynnian’s twelfth birthday he was given a dagger with a black crucifix engraved into the blade by his father. The blade had been an heirloom on his father’s side of the family for generations, being passed down from oldest son to oldest son. It was later that year the boy began his slayer training. For a while, the training was challenging, but Fynn liked the physical effort involved and since he didn’t get on very well with the other kids at his junior high school, he wanted to know how to protect himself. It wasn’t until he turned fifteen and made his first kill that he realized how painful hunting can be. The feeling of the knife slipping through the flesh of a living thing and watching it die was tragic to Fynnian. This was something his father took offense to, causing a lot of arguing and ending with frequently scheduled hunts in order to desensitise the boy. These hunts did nothing but build resentment towards his father and give Fynn a distaste for the slayer lifestyle.

When it was time for Alistar’s first hunt, Fynn was seventeen and had just graduated highschool. This was a time in his life where he was expected to be committing to hunting full time and taking over the family business, however, he had other plans, and was thinking about going to university much to the chagrin of his father. The hunt started out smooth, no issues with target locating and all seemed well, but the more the three men talked the more tense the situation became causing both Fynnian and the boy’s dad to be on edge. Once the encounter began Fynn felt like he and his father were out of sync, usually the two could tear down a vampire in no time, but their timing was off and the vamp was smart, putting Alistar in harm’s way just long enough for him to get bitten. It took years for the sounds of his brother’s cries to leave Fynn’s head. For a hunter, a bite is just like any other wound, but for a regular human a bite will turn them and that’s exactly what happened to Alistar. That was how they all found out that Alistar was an illegitimate child, and that their mother had been cheating while their father was away, due to the fact that the hunter genes came from the father’s side of the family. As soon as Alistar’s change began their father attacked him, or tried to. Sensing what was about to happen he tackled the male to the ground giving Alistar enough time to get away. This turned the man’s anger towards Fynn, leading to an all out brawl between the two. The man was skilled but Fynn was fast and that was his advantage. After landing a good hit on the old man Fynnian snapped, years of pent up anger and aggression as a result of forced hunting and absenteeism turning the brawl into a fight to the death that Fynn managed to win. 

When he returned home that night he confessed everything that had happened to his mother, waiting for the next day before going out to look for Alistar. After that night they never spoke of their father again, never wanting to actualize the events of the evening in their minds. They also severed all ties to the slayers, frightened by what could happen if they were to find out about Fynn’s father’s death. After weeks of searching Alistar resurfaced, covered in blood that was a mix of his own and someone else’s, begging Fynn to help him. It took months of trial and error to figure out exactly how to care for Alistar and his ‘condition.’ It was weeks of long nights, yelling between brothers and fighting, but the experience solidified his desires to go to university to be a counselor. Alistar and Fynn’s relationship was never the same after he was rehabilitated, there had been a lot that went on during those months, including a couple broken bones and bites that Alistar will never forgive himself for giving to Fynn causing the two to drift apart a lot as they grew older.   

Throughout his years in university he had learned everything he could about all manner of supernatural beings. He spent a lot of late nights wandering the dormitories and meeting people in the shadows as he searched for more and more information related to rehabbing supernaturals. Throughout his years of schooling Fynn worked hard to find supernatural beings that were wanting to be rehabilitated, but he also learned that not everyone wants to ‘get better.’ Fynn also learned the true power of vampires and the strength of their bites, leaving the man with more than a few bite-mark scars. He also learned the benefits of keeping his desire to rehab supernaturals a secret, in order to keep his patients safe from any hunters that could be lurking about.  After finishing his doctorate degree (PsyD) in 2014, Fynnian decided it was time to settle somewhere and open a practice. After much research and consideration he decided on moving to White Crest due to the large population of supernatural beings living within the town, and it wasn’t terribly far from his mother and brother either.

Character Facts:

Personality: Patient, erratic, moody, resourceful, morbid, well-read, enervated

While he has been with others sexually, Fynnian has never had a serious romantic relationship with another human being.  

Despite not believing in the killing of supernaturals, he always carries a knife around with him wherever he goes. The knife was a gift from his father when he first began his hunter training.

Fynnian has been bitten by various creatures and has some particularly awful scarring on his arms so he is usually seen wearing long sleeved shirts unless he is off work, or it is particularly hot. He also occasionally walks with a cane as a result of having his femur broken by an angry vampire.

Fynnian is incredibly patient and understands that failure is very much part of the trial and error process, so he is very hard to frustrate.

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Inktober 2019 (part 1) by Wolfskulljack_art

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Elves. Inktober 2019. Week 1 by Egor Gafidov

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Fairytale-inspired works by Rork Maiellano

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Inktober 2019 - Part 1 by Adrien Genilier

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     Max was sat at his desk in the shop, working on a drawing for a client. Soft music played in the background as they brought their pencil to their lips, holding the wood between their teeth as they brought an eraser up to the drawing with a sigh. Chewing on pencils was a bad habit that died hard for Max, most of his drawing supplies covered in small dents his teeth. Max grew more and more frustrated with the drawing, slamming their pencil on the desk and storming out of the shop, sure to grab their jacket on their way.  

     Stepping into the brisk fall air, Max dug their hands into their pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, taking a long drag before exhaling a stream of white smoke. Their artistic inspiration had been lacking as of late much to their chagrin, and it was causing them a lot of frustration when it came to creating designs for their clients. Max leaned back against the wall of the shop, leaning their head back against the brick and closing their eyes for a brief moment, not bothering to move or open their eyes, despite the footsteps that they heard approaching them. “Do you have an appointment?” They asked, taking another drag of the cigarette.

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a big fat fuckin mood

God remember when u were 12 and you would just Make Art on like spare copy paper with crayola markers and an old pencil and even though you didn’t know anything about anatomy or perspective or anything you were jus happy to b Making Art and u didn’t constantly belittle your own efforts or feel like ur drawings weren’t good enough