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𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐊:

His heart dropped into his throat when the lights went out, irritants riling his stomach acid and the foul necrose that had been splintering his ability to consume food like a normal human for months ( maybe longer — it can go dormant, he remembered the doctor saying that, always the possibility it’ll come back ). Thumb and forefinger pinched the end of his button nose, his free arm bouncing and swaying absently the second that AJ began to wail, sensing the distress of everyone around her. Cyrek was shite at clamping down on his emotions, and some would see it as morose necessity in the presence of children. This time, it was not his own unhinged ridges bursting through the canvas and erupting despair for the offspring that he had bore into the universe, at times unintentionally. The chaos of others was translated to them, and after momentary composure, he turned to face the sound of Ellie’s voice in his right ear, saying over the caterwaul, “Are the triplets with you?” They were the vulnerable ones, four months and defenseless to sit upright, not that AJ was in a better position.

The mention of clowns forced his eyes shut, intangible fear that cascaded eliciting the sensation of the earth opening beneath his feet to pair the uncontrollable nausea that he was now experiencing after indulging in one too many joints with Evren. What was meant to subdue the boiling volcanic magma in his abdomen was insistent on being known as his stress levels rose, hissing, “If I see that fuckin’ clown again, in the dark, I’m gonna puke on his shoes —” Literally. Focus bleared away from his own breathing, torn between the mounting concern about which sobbing baby to tend to and the immutable panic as he realized he had no idea where Evren had gone. Now would be the perfect opportune for someone to spring out, and the itching, burning sensation of all eyes on him was incomparable to the attachment of a stage. There was muted malignity tainting the air, and if he were capable of inhaling the aroma on the air, Cyrek was convicted it would have changed. “I’ve — I’ve got her,” he said after a pause, a low growl escaping then when Lula screamed loud enough to pierce his good ear, “I don’t have enough fuckin’ hands for all these kids.” Spoken out of pure frustration, he lowered AJ to sit on the ground between his feet, detaching Tuffy the black stuffed bear from his punk pants and shoving it into her arms. “We’re gonna have to get creative. I’ll take one, you take the other two. Soomi and Amaris are just gonna have to cram in the fuckin’ stroller and —” God, he fucking hoped Stella still had Joelle. “I gotta fuckin’ find Evie when the lights are back. Or someone else so you’re not a one-guy fuckin’ army if they don’t.”

You’ve got the triplets with you? Hell, Ellie was their designated driver the entire evening — not that he was complaining. Although he did encounter a moment wherein his intrusive thoughts encouraged the bassist to begin zig-zagging throughout the paved out carnival streets with their shared stroller like it was Tokyo Drift, alas he was a reformed person as of the last... Eight months or so, and even before then he would’ve thought they needed to breach at least one year of age until he embarked on joyrides with the infants. “Yeah, yeah. Right here,” Absentmindedly patting the handle of the stroller as if his brother could even see the gesture that was meant to reassure and ease his conscience. “I’d count ‘em if I could, but, well, this doesn’t feel any lighter to cart around than it did earlier?” The petite blond supplied, nervous laughter jolting through his sternum. 

Oh, shit. The clown thing. He should’ve kept his lips tightly sealed and not said a word about the encounter, even if it was a halfhearted attempt at diffusing the quickly developing tension as the darkness implored more and more occupants to begin screaming out for their loved ones like it were some sort of infinite pocket dimension. Might’ve been. You never really knew in Paris, Ellie found. “Look, forget about the clown. I’d never forget AJ with that jerko— weirdo,” he held his tongue, watching his invectives in Cyrek’s stead. “Okay, yeah, see? You got her. I’ll get the others. I’m great at multitasking.” Not technically untrue, though a vast majority of those incidents occurred whenever he was under the spell of a manic episode and he felt as if he physically couldn’t keep his hands from acting on their own volition. That counted for something, didn’t it? That he possessed that capability, even when they came only when his mood was rapid cycling like hell. “I can be a one-guy army if I want. You oughta see how many set pieces I can carry at once. I think Ziv likes seeing me juggle so much with my little spaghetti arms. I’m almost like a circus freak. They should’ve hired Uncle Ellie to work here, huh, Amy?” A gentle nudge pressed against his eldest niece’s shoulder in an attempt to counteract any panic that could’ve begun brewing as the lights remained off. “Just don’t puke, Cy. That’s all I ask of you. I just washed these chucks for the first time since I bought them.”

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Do you think your acting skills are on par for Broadway? or off-broadway?

“Shiiiit.... I like to think so. Off-Broadway, at least. I’m still sort of new at the whole thing, but it feels like it’s where I’ve always been.”

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would you adopt a pet pig?

“Honestly... Never say never. But I’d probably have to start with a gerbil or something first. Some would say even smaller and a fish, but those are so boring. Once I’ve gotten the hang of small marsupials, hell yeah, I could handle a pig.”

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strawberry, maple leaf, megaphone

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

“Of course I do. Strawberries are the love of my life, I don’t know what I’d do if someone never had the idea to combine them with milk and pulverize them until they were the most delicious food item to have ever existed.”

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

“Summer is not overrated in the fucking slightest. And if I had more money, I’d totally head down south and slum it in Marseille so I could swim in the Med all day and think about absolutely nothing.”

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

“According to my friends and family, I make up in volume for what I lack in stature. So. I guess that’s pretty loud. And I’ve got like, a normal voice? I dunno? Kinda deep? I hit puberty late, so I sounded like a chipmunk until I was twenty-one.”

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☁️ 💓 🎤

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

“When I babysit my nieces, I always have them sit at the janky keyboard I have and learn a couple chords. I think AJ’s gonna be a real Beethoven one day.”

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

“Performing. Doing anything on stage, really.”

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

“Shit! I hope so, otherwise that’d be fucking embarrassing. Not that I sing much for the band anyway. But my ad-libs would seriously ruin our songs if I was off-key. Anyway, it’s Starman by David Bowie, always.”

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carnival of time, after the blackout @devilsprxphct​​

If it were up to Ellie, there’d be a carnival held every week. Hell, every night, although that’d be far too distracting and he would never accomplish any work he sought out to do. Maybe the infrequence of the occasion made it all the more special in the memories of his nieces. They may not remember every day spent with their loving uncle, but they’d definitely look back on nights where the sky was a kaleidoscope of colors and their futures were infinite in the reflective walls of the funhouse and recall that he was there, much more enthused about the events than their father was — not that he faulted his foster brother. The grand and spectacular were Ellie’s specialties. Besides, he figured most of the time he was better suited as a more distant relative and Cyrek as their primary caretaker, considering his general ambivalence regarding the stricter facets of parenthood. He was a free-range child up until the Mercers were split apart in a final tear of fate, after all.

However deeper instincts previously unbeknownst to the strawberry blond surfaced the second that the world was plunged into a dark abyss and a text message awoke every occupant’s phone. “Is this a fucking joke?” he asked aloud at first, not anticipating much of a response initially from his stoned brother. “Oh my god. Who forgot to pay the electricity bill? Amy, hold Soo’s hand, make like — a rope or something. A safety rope. Here.” he held out his hand to his eldest niece so they’d all be tethered. “Shit, I don’t have AJ. Oh, wait. Cy, you’ve got her, right? Please tell me you do. It’s either you or that clown we took a picture with half an hour ago.”

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austin abrams. twenty-five. demi male. he/him. pansexual & aquarius. ☾ﾟ is that ellie mercer behind the mask? whenever i see the bassist of the vain rogues and the ghost orchestra and actor at warhol palace & theatre in pigalle, i think of trouble by cage the elephant. rumor has it they are adventurous & charming, but impulsive & erratic can be their fatal flaws. what their neighbors in remi apartments call them is the icarian.

full bio is here.

♥ ˚⊹ BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Lionel Casey Mercer. NICKNAME(S): El, Ellie. PREFERRED NAME(S): Ellie. BIRTH DATE: February 11th. AGE: 25. ZODIAC: Aquarius. GENDER: Demiboy. PRONOUNS: He/Him. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. LIVING CONDITIONS: Apartment in Remi Apartments.

♥ ˚⊹ BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH: Summerlin, Nevada. HOMETOWN: Paris, France. EDUCATION LEVEL: High school graduate. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FATHER: Adrien Mercer (deceased as of 2004). MOTHER: Sydney Mercer (whereabouts unknown). SIBLING(S): One older brother, Sacha Mercer, 31, multiple foster siblings. CHILDREN: None.

♥ ˚⊹ OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Bassist for Vain Rogues and Ghost Orchestra. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Actor at Warhol. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: He likes them both equally. SPENDING HABITS: Household necessities, squishmallows, and music supplies. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Father’s hand-painted guitar.

♥ ˚⊹ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Austin Abrams. EYE COLOR: Blue. HAIR COLOR: Strawberry Blonde. HEIGHT: 5′8. WEIGHT: 147lbs. BUILD: Average. TATTOOS: One on inner arm. PIERCINGS: None. MARKS/SCARS: N/A. NOTABLE FEATURES: N/A. USUAL EXPRESSION: Content. CLOTHING STYLE: Upbeat graphic tees and painted jeans. JEWELRY: None. ALLERGIES: None. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: N/A.

♥ ˚⊹ PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ENFP. ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 7 [Enthusiast] MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good. TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Bipolar Type I. OBSESSION(S): N/A. ADDICTION(S): Cocaine, in recovery. DRUG USE: Previously cocaine and other uppers, now none. ALCOHOL USE: None. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: No.

♥ ˚⊹ MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Casual. ACCENT: American. HOBBIES: Playing Guitar, Bass, & Piano, and Songwriting. HABITS: Drumming fingers on any surface. NERVOUS TICKS: Pulling at his hair. POSITIVE TRAITS: Brave, Humorous, Outgoing, & Spontaneous. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Self-Destructive, Obnoxious, & Wishful. SENSE OF HUMOR: Internet-based.

♥ ˚⊹ FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Spending time with his family. ANIMAL: Dog. BEVERAGE: Monster Energy. COLOR: Red. FOOD: Strawberry Milkshakes. BOOK: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. FLOWER: Daisy. GEM: Amethyst. HOLIDAY: Hanukkah. MOVIE: Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Walking. SCENERY: Sunrise. SCENT: Strawberry Pound Cake. SPORT: N/A. WEATHER: Clear and sunny. VACATION DESTINATION: Does Mars count?

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AUSTIN ABRAMS and LIV HEWSON in PUZZLE (2018)

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( @devilsprxphct​ )

Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back. No. Just–just step back, okay? No. Step back. No! Seriously. No! 

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The Mountain Goats, Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1