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I might do a few oc questions in the evening just so I can spark some headcanons for the lads. Hadn’t much spark to write lately , more so make doodles of them😅😅

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It’s been busy the last couple of weeks with job and family, kinda drained me of my creative battery 😅 So I have been playing DS2 for the last 2 days, I am really close to getting to the second half of the game!! My build is a bit all over the place but it’s basically a mage who also has strength and dex. I would be tempted to respec to faith to try the dark magic spells, since I did acquire a few🕺🕺

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Today has been tiring but imma try to focus on writing tomorrow after lunch:3 Discord kinda feels like noise today and I wanna focus on concrete ideas and not overwhelm.

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patron saint of martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do... if they regretted it? Snatched it from @lordheis >:33 Tagging in: @seekschaos, @bladesout, @buriedabove, @heavenmcde, @futureforged and everyone else who wants to join in!

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[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? / for ray !

An end to a mission should bring a sense of relief to the sniper, knowing that the present horror had been taken care of and any survivors brought back safely…yet that safety feels short-term, akin to a melting cube of ice. Something that could be easily snatched again in the near future; a different time to be thrown in the next infected place… It's a vicious cycle flowing without restraint, rare to feel safe in those moments, truly.

With a heavy sigh and a tilt of his head towards the window, his mind wanders along…eyes glazing over, given clouds now bathed in soft hues of rose and peach. There are a few moments, places in which tension would leave his body completely, a lot of moments encapsulated during his firefighter days and some during his time as a forest ranger. Sure there were jobs that required a close eye, but the interaction with other people made things rewarding in a way.

Searching deeper into memories, the sniper finally cracks a relaxed smile. Of course. His last visit to a cabin, wood pieces slightly discoloured and embraced by bits of moss, his form embraced in a tight hug. It all flows calculably as Raymon enters the comfortable space, now filled with gentle voices. A figure former inspecting the latest news, while a much smaller one lies comfortably on the rug playing with a few cubes. Beckoned to the couch, it doesn't take long. His form hits the mildly soft texture, tucking himself close to one of the armchairs. The atmosphere is filled with excited questions about his latest woodwork, while his own curiosities project onto the current state of the town and of course most importantly the appearance of any new delicious dinners. It's after some time, the scent of pine and cedar honey envelops the sniper's senses…and as much as his mind tries to keep up with the conversations happening around him, it all turns into comfortable buzzing. For now, he can allow himself to rest.

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Anywho guess who got the Art/Design Works for Bloodborne today in the mail>:))

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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I think I am gonna focus on replies here for today. Imposter syndrome is still eating my brain for the last few days, but I am thinking of focusing on here on singular things.

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I should probably write more on Ray and Lucien for their resi verse, but I am not sure whether I should keep their stories connected to canon characters or be left ambiguous.

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Working in the factory brought Ray a different perspective than the first impressions he had initially on the village. There are still some things he doesn't quite have an answer for, but when it came to the lords of this place and the creatures that walked these grounds, there was some shedded light in the new darkness he had plunged himself into. Though with his wounds still biting into his skin, it would take some time before he could go out again...for now the factory was a safer place, much safer than throwing himself back into the rugged environment. swarmed with lycans and other creatures that seemed too close to the grim brother fairytales.

Right the factory. Despite the imposing stature, witnessed first time entering, the place wasn't without its own..secrets and charm. Sure most experiments were held back against metal walls, akin to puppets. awaiting their command, laying patiently to be reanimated and put to work...but today had been different. Leaning against one of the many steel walls, his hands carefully handle the parts that should in theory connect and react. Yes even with all the finessing and changes it still doesn't come to the right charge. He is so close to postponing this project- The loud whirring sound coming from behind him sends the demon into quick panic. A quick jump against the hard surface and his hand now covers the over the spot on his head. It's enough pain to dissort Raymon before the whirring starts loudly again. Absolutely not.

Quick on his feet, the shorter man sprints, eyes pinpointed forward for any sight of an exit. Why was it picking a fight with him? He didn't even do anything! With a few more swift steps, it's enough for him to catch one of the elevators and slam the button to the upper level. Leaning close to the elevator panel, his hands tremble from the adrenaline.hopefully, that thing stays in the depths. forbid that thing can come up... Hoping from the elevator and back to the main room,an anxious sigh leaves Ray now slightly level-headed to think on the counter. What even was that abomination? Was it supposed to attack anyone? Judging by how close those rotating blades have been to his face, it's clear that thing wanted him..still. With a slight movement of his head, the pain begins anew and the being hisses softly. Right. He still had to check the possible injury...Yet that's not all, is it? Spotting the taller lord in his confined room, as always absorbed in his work, the sight does bring some reassurance to the demon. Yet even in safe company, the last drops of fear that clung deeply to his own frame, reminding him..that his end could have been nigh in a flash. Without another second to ponder(or rather let his mind simmer over those inky thoughts), his steps echo against the wooden floor and soon Heisenberg finds himself encased in a cautious but gentle hug. The contact proves to ease some of that tension in Ray's posture, though his amber eyes still remain wide, akin to a panicked deer in the woods. "Y...Yeah. There is..something down there. Thing wanted to cut me in pieces." His words are more quiet than usual, almost flinching whenever there is a loud sound. Almost like everything else would send him into that flight state.. too loud to focus onto. His sturdy grip on Karl doesn't falter either. Whether the other realized it or not, his presence was a welcoming peace of mind.

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@nightlyvisitor asked: SEND 🤗 FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS WRAPPING THEIR ARMS AROUND THEM , With Ray :3

collaboration was something heisenberg had never been good at. he was self aware, at least – going great lengths to ensure that he worked alone, never depending on anyone, nor letting anyone depend on him. solitude had been his way of life since the very beginnings of his time in this village. alas! all of the trees of his efforts seemed to bear fruitless now, as he stood stone-cold in an embrace with his new … acquaintance ? he dare not refer to ray as anything more! god forbid the other thought of him as a friend – is that what this was? heisenberg could admit, the two had been working side by side for a few weeks and proved to be a productive pair. ray had taken very well to the factory, but what was all of this ? a sudden hug had knocked the lord’s brain around as though he had been hit square in the head. lord heisenberg’s hands hovered above the shoulders of the smaller one, feeling the air around him grow as thick as ice ; nearly too rigid to move.  “ … you alright, ray ? did something scare you ? “

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𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

    send the corresponding symbol(s) for headcanons surrounding the given topic(s)!

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body?  how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?   🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it?   🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick? 🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?   🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?   🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?   🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?   🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?  🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?   🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?  🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?   🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?   🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero?  did they move away,  or do they wish to?

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ROMANTIC GESTURES / bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / depends, strike out absolute negatives.

holding hands · buying / creating flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two the same straw · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · stargazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self - made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight [ verbally / physically ] · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb [ " i love you " ] · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite [ of a meal ] Stolen from: @lordheis (hope you don't mind I yoink this for science👀🌟) Tagging: @heavenmcde, @seekschaos @ethoslost, @buriedabove, @ubcs, @darckcarnival and you:D

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It was a strange situation no doubt, almost akin to a strange dream. How could such a quaint village hide such beasts? Would they not venture out, leak outside the village's extremities and sink their claws into people? And what about the food sources here? Scarced and frozen to the ground. A place akin to a ghost town swallowing anyone that inched close...perhaps that's why this village was nowhere on any signs or maps...it was supposed to be hidden from prying eyes. Now that he wasn't running for his life, his amber optics could inspect the other's form more accurately . Wrapped in layers of cloth and covered by a long coat, it's hard to discern just how bulky the taller man was...but maybe he shouldn't be surprised. After all, not everyone could wield let alone lift such a heavy metal hammer.

His gaze slowly returns back up, now looking into the darkened haze of glass. Akin to a deep fog, Raymon couldn't really pierce into the other. A frustrating feeling, made aware with how emotionally exposed the shorter of the two must have looked. No. He couldn't show his nervousness, especially not in such a place. Pulled out of his thoughts and back to the cold, snowy reality, the demon can't help but grunt from his injuries. It was no secret that even with his fast moves, he wouldn't be able to avoid all of them. Those creatures had tried to claw so deep, just to secure anything sort of food for themselves.

Arm stretched in a form of invitation, Raymon can't help but let the other's words roll around his mind. More of them? More of these bastards trying to make him into a shish kebab? Where did those lycans even go?...would he even have the luck to get out of here in one piece? .... Perhaps no, not with his dampened strength and new wounds. He needed more time, time to heal and figure his own predicament...yet why were his powers not working to their fullest? It seems this place was full of surprises...more than he reckoned. With a final glance at the other, his arm meets the others in a moment of contact, before he is hoisted back up. A tempting offer...maybe it was the right choice given his situation, who knows maybe this village wasn't all doom and gloom...one way to test his luck. "Thank you. I wasn't expecting so many to join in the hunt...They really are hungry." A droplet of silence falls between the two, but it doesn't take too long for Ray's words to be hummed in a positive note, much to Heisenbergs satisfaction. "Alright, I'll join you. Don't think there's much protection in these abandoned fragmented houses. Though if I join in your companionship, I would like to know your name. I don't think me calling you 'mysterious man' would stick for long" His smirk comes back softly, unable to stop the sudden imagery popping in his mind. Well if the other didn't have his hammer, Raymon could definetely mistake him for an inspector, detective perhaps even an adventurer with that sharp rimmed hat... At least there was some silly joy the demon could cling onto in this grim plight. "And who is this Lady...Mother Miranda? Every house has a picture of her, almost like a ...divinity." Raymon explained unable to shake the almost cold feeling that trickeled down his spine. There was something off about them, despite the palpable veneration the village people seemed to have kept...it felt one-sided.

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Ray had ran as fast as he could away from the lycans that hightailed after him and his blood. They looked so hungry…god they looked ravenous! Fuck , when could he get a break from danger ?! Everything in his life wanted to kill him and now even things outside of his job wanted to take a piece of him ! The demon heard the creatures coming closer to him and he was getting more and more anxious….he closed his eyes already hearing them getting closer…he was snapped out of his trance when the man almost fell face first in the snow ,hearing a sudden whistle noise.

He turned around to see the older male stopping the monster people ? Werevolves ? The demon really didn’t know what those beings were anymore….Ray then observed him chasing off the lycans and the demon was impressed by his strength… that hammer didn’t look easy at all to lift or even swing around…and yet the other man was doing it with such ease.

His eyes widdened when he heard Heisenberg and saw the male come closer to him. He was dumbfounded at first but shook his head. “I…um thank you ?….but what are those things ? What the heck is with this village ?!”he asked as but felt his own heart beating rapidly. So that’s why people from other villagers were afraid of this place…

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it became increasingly obvious that this pour soul didn’t have a clue as to where they were. nor, did they seem to fully comprehend the lycans, despite being covered in scratches and marks from the beasts. it was a strange sight to see; someone who hadn’t been totally desensitized to the eldritch horrors that stalked these frostbitten woods. heisenberg struggled to recall a time where he felt that same fear to such a capacity.  ‘ this oughta be good, ‘ thought the iron lord as he listened to the other’s disoriented wording. ‘ when’s the last time we had a newcomer, anyways? won’t be long until mother miranda finds ‘em for herself. ’ something changed in the lord’s expression, then. a small tick – eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing together in thought. he stood still, looming over the other, watching them with sharp eyes, as his mind began to scramble … putting pieces together, for better or for worse. what if he were to start accepting some living recruits for the rebellion? to keep mother miranda on her toes? ‘ … finders keepers, ‘ he smiled quietly. 

lord heisenberg reached out a hand, gesturing for the stranger to take it, so he could help hoist him to his feet.  “those are lycans, friend. and you’re gonna met a whole lot more of ‘em, unless … you come with me.”

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The sniper can't help but roll his eyes affectionately, leaning back into the short-lived contact. "Mmm, you do fit the role of a knight in shining armour quite well. But hey! I can definitely save your butt." Spoken in remark Raymon can't help but let his gaze trickle over the other's form. A cheeky guy, but it was someone that in all the gentle teasing brought that spark of giddiness back to him. Truthfully he was grateful for that...especially with his move to a different place and a new job, it felt nice that some things could stay constant. Finally the chopped ingredients would come into the bowl with the rest of the dry and wet ones. He hoped this recipe would come out exactly, but only after a long stay in the oven he would finally get an answer. Hearing the positive hum coming from the other, Raymon moves over, smiling softly seeing the vibrant amber hue, swirling in the pan akin to liquid specs of sun. Perfect, he would just need to add it in the cake and as top piece. "Thank you Carlos. It looks great! Say...you aren't an experienced cook on the side, are you?" The teasing tone accompanied by a little smirk, Ray was nothing but curious. His attention was snapped when his fluffy companion was pawing at the other operative. "Seems I ain't the only one curious about you..."

“could you give that a stir for me?” Ray hums as attention is divided into different stages. He wanted to try a new cake recipe and now he was faced with having to keep an eye on the ever so fragile pot of liquid caramel as he leaned over to chop some chocolate and nuts. Sure, it would be really easy if his dog Sumo wasn't following him at every movement...but alas, the man didn't have the heart to shoo him away. (nightlyvisitor)

"Got me saving your ass again, smokey?" Patting the back of Ray's elbow, then ruffling the head of the dog that had practically been his owner's shadow. Their get-togethers were supposed to be a coffee and a conversation, but somehow always ended up at someone's place, shooting the shit for so long that they eventually got hungry enough that they needed to make another meal. Carlos wasn't complaining in the least. "As always."

There's a trick to it, he picked it up in UBCS from a pilot that had a voracious sweet tooth. Letting it rest only until the edges are golden, then stirring consistently, watching the color swirl through a series of gradations. Yellow to amber, browning, remembering how particular the instructions from his fallen friend had been.

Stop one shade lighter than you think. Why? It still cooks. It still cooks once you pull it off the heat. That's what everyone forgets.

Carlos didn't forget.

"Lookin' good over here."

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Choice paralysis damn you😭😭

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Brain is fuckin mashed potatoes today, will try to work on drafts but no promises…