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[wesxalexandre]

( TIMOTHEE CHALAMET . CIS MAN . HE /HIM ) - the chicago resident , ( WESTLEY “WES" EVANS ) , was heard blaring ( TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN / SLEEP TOKEN ) this morning . the ( TWENTY-FOUR ) year old is a ( WAITER ) in the city & has lived the ( WEST ) tower for ( FIVE YEARS ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( CLOSED-OFF ) , but also ( + INTELLIGENT ) , i guess we'll find out soon !

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BASIC INFO:

Full name: Westley Alexandre Michel Evans

Nickname(s): Wes

Age: 24

Birthday: October 24th

Hometown: Salem, Massachusetts

FAMILY:

Father: Laurence Evans (American)

Mother: Ada Evans (French)

Older brother: potential wc to come

Younger sister: potential wc to come

Daughter: Ivy Evans

IVY:

Name: Ivy Mae Evans

Age: 3

Birthday: November 13, 2021

Eyes: blue

Hair: brown curls

WES:

Appearance:

Height: 5'11

Eye color: hazel

Hair: curly and brown

Body type: lean, slightly muscular. Reference photos: back, stomach

Tattoos: spider on stomach, small butterfly on wrist

Piercings:smiley , ear piercings

Scars: one over his left eyebrow, scars on his back

BIO:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse, death, pregnancy,, alcoholism, cheating accusations, pregnancy complications, maternal death, grief, death

Ada's family moved from France to American when she was just a baby. They settled in Chicago and that was the life she knew until she was older and started college, she met a boy in college named Laurence Evans. The two immediately hit it off and they began dating. He was seemingly perfect and Ada quickly decided the she wanted to marry him some day. Despite the disapproval her parents had for Laurence, Ada eloped with him, moving to his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts with him. This is where they settled down and had their first baby together. Their first son was healthy and happy, and several years later they had their second son, Wes.

October 24th, 2000, Westley Alexandre Michel Evans was born a healthy and happy baby boy. They were a happy family, Wes and his brother were great in school and got along, Ada was a sweet stay at home mother after their youngest was born, and Laurence was a well respected officer on the Salem Police force. At least, this is how everyone viewed the Evans. Things weren't always great behind closed doors. Laurence had a temper and he and Ada would fight often, but it never got far beyond little arguments. That was, until an awful night on the force for Laurence. That one night led Laurence back to his bad habits of abusing alcohol. His bad temper worsened, the fights between him and Ada got louder, and finally, he began to accuse Ada of having cheated on him, claiming Wes was a result of an affair. This wasn't true and anyone could see it, given the resemblance between Wes and his father, but Laurence wouldn't let go of that narrative.

Things eventually got physical, Laurence taking out his anger on Ada and it eventually fell on the kids too, especially Wes. Wes did everything he could to protect his siblings from this, especially his little sister, and as he got older he would learn to fight back. And once Wes could handle his own, Laurence stepped away from hurting the family. As long as Wes was around anyway, Wes' older brother had left long before the rest of them did.

Life wasn't easy in the Evans' home and Wes started being reckless, going to parties, drinking, and sleeping around as he hoped to feel anything other than the emotional pain of living in a broken home. And one night when he was gone, his little sister was hurt by their father, and that was finally the last straw, where Ada decided she would leave him. Wes, his mother, and his sister left and moved to Chicago to be with Ada's family once more. At this time, Wes was nineteen years old.

Wes, his mom, and sister lived with his grandparents for a bit before they could get back on their feet. Wes' grandfather helped get him a job at a restaraunt in the city, and eventually helped Wes get an apartment in Marina. Marina is where Wes would meet Holland.

Holland was his neighbor, her laugh was contagious, she had a smile that could melt the coldest winters into summer, she was beautiful and instantly found a place in Wes' heart. They started dating soon after Wes moved in and they stayed together for years. When Holland discovered she was pregnant, they were both scared but they'd both talked about hoping to have families of their own some day, so they decided to keep the baby and figure things out.

It was exciting and terrifying all at once, but it soon turned to a tragedy, yet something beautiful. Holland went into labor November 12th. It was over twenty-four hours of labor that turned into one complication after another. There was an emergency C-section and Ivy Mae was brought into the world, but Holland didn't make it.

Wes was crushed because he loved Holland and wanted to marry her and have this family with her, and Wes often wondered if the universe was punishing him for something with how hard of a life he'd had even since he was a child, but he pressed on. Ivy was a reason to get out of bed every morning, a reason to smile again, and became his whole world.

As years went by, Wes got help in therapy as he tried to find a way to heal from his past and learn how to navigate grief in suit of fatherhood. Things have not been easy and Wes is still trying to work through these feelings and fatherhood, but he's trying and he believes Holland is watching him do his best and watching their daughter become a beautiful soul, just like she was.

[cowbutches]

Hi there, I go by Bee. This is my multi-fandom dump main blog. For specific things I'm way too into, I have sideblogs where I post original content (fics, moodboards, and other thoughts) and reblog relevant posts.

These sideblogs have some content that is 18+ in nature primarily due to the rating of the movies involved. Please use caution and not interact if you are a minor.

cubestrahm • 100% pure Saw franchise brainrot drivinmeinsane • Ryan Gosling character centric

I can also be found on AO3 under the name platinumangst.

[ericmillers]

desejamos boas-vindas a Eric Pendragon Millers ao acampamento meio-sangue! o poder da névoa faz com que o semideus seja confundido com Igby Rigney, mas não se deixe levar pelas aparências. no auge dos seus 18 anos a prole de Ares ainda precisa aprender a controlar sua baixa autoestima e desenvolver ainda mais seu bom humor, esperamos que sua estadia no acampamento permita essa evolução. se acomode no chalé 5, treine bem, não esqueça de escovar os dentes e tente não ser morto!

aleatoriedades

idade: 18 anos (20.02)

altura: 1,84cm

zodíaco: pisciano

sexualidade: pansexual (casto, iludido, emocionado e inocente)

arma: um conjunto de duas facas, porque é obrigado a ter algo. Se precisar de mais alguma coisa, é só invocar na hora.

Facts: passa mais tempo produzindo armas com os filhos de Hefesto e com os melhores amigos do que os os próprios irmãos + é um cult chato pra livro e filme, mas jamais vai tentar impor sua opinião.

Eric tem problema na perna esquerda, por isso sempre estará precisando andar com uma muleta de baixo do braço ou com uma bengala nas mãos para servir de apoio para facilitar se locomover. Do contrário, tem que andar mancando ou arrastando a perna paralisada. Seus reflexos são rápidos, mas peca no quesito correr só com uma perna boa.

resumo

Eric foi o sonho realizado da sua mãe que, ao se apaixonar pelo Deus da Guerra, desejava ter igualmente um guerreiro e lutador. Porém mirou em Ares e acertou em Hefesto, tanto pelas habilidades herdadas serem muito mais ligadas a fazer armamentos do que usá-los - quanto à perna considerada defeituosa que o fez utilizar muletas ao longo da sua vida. Sua mãe não o renegou por isso, mas cresceu numa bolha de super proteção e histórias de quanto seu pai o amaria e o guiaria quando tivesse idade de ir para um tal acampamento. Eric não tinha muita certeza disso, afinal não parecia muito o tipo de pessoa que o Deus da Guerra gostaria de ter como filho. Não era do tipo briguento, sofria todo o tipo de bullying na escola e preferia muito mais fazer amizade com um livro ou com seu fone de ouvido do que com qualquer outra pessoa. Deus me livre ter que impor sua opinião, fazer alguma decisão importante ou expressar qualquer coisa sobre si. Até os filmes cults que assiste, guarda em seu coração até que alguém pergunte ou dê brecha para falar (aí tagarela por horas e depois pede desculpa por tomar seu tempo). 

Mas, apesar disso, sempre foi muito alto astral. Não deixava que seu jeito de mancar ou as más palavras dos outros atrapalhasse toda a bondade que guiava suas atitudes. Sempre fazia tudo com a mãe, ajudava em cada detalhe de sua confeitaria, subia e descia caixas e despejava sorrisos mesmo para aqueles que te davam ofensas. Era grato pela vida e pelo amor da mãe. Até finalmente chegar a hora de ir ao tal Acampamento, as criaturas e o sátiro confirmaram isso. Sabia que era o mais seguro, pois deixaria a mãe longe do ponto vermelho que tinha em suas costas, mas confirmou que não era querido pelo pai. Demorou pelo menos um longo ano até enfim ser reclamado por ele. Pelo menos fez alguns amigos durante o período do chalé de Hermes, sempre vê pelo lado positivo. 

Eric é uma pessoa bondosa que não se ofende facilmente e não coloca ninguém na listinha do ódio. Mas, se fosse colocar, a metade dos irmãos definitivamente tomaria os primeiros lugares desse pergaminho. Somente carrega do pai uma postura desajeitada devido à altura, mas no geral é bem claro a diferença entre si e os corpos esculpidos + a carranca no rosto dos irmãos. Seus poderes são muito mais desenvolvidos para proteção sua e de queridos, pois prefere não atacar. E isso é o suficiente para ganhar todo tipo de apelido, provocação e ser continuamente excluído entre os pseudo-parentes. O mais clássico é sua função em missões, que sempre se sente um cão farejador ou escudo humano, já que seus poderes te impedem de se machucar ou sentir dor. Física, quer dizer. Porque emocional, Eric sempre tenta deixar pra lá por não conseguir expressar o quanto aquelas coisas te incomodam. Mas pelo menos ele ajuda da sua forma, não é mesmo? Não tem muita habilidade com lutas e é melhor produzindo armas do que as utilizando. Se seus irmãos estão na linha de frente protegendo as pessoas, pelo menos tenta fazer algo na retaguarda e não ser um total inútil como dizem. 

poderes e habilidades

Resistência: Eric não sente a dor de golpes, uma faca perfurada parece um corte no dedo e ainda consegue ficar embaixo d’água por muito tempo sem perder o fôlego. Basicamente, possui muita resistência envolvendo seu corpo físico, ainda que sua locomoção seja debilitada. Um dos motivos que normalmente é utilizado de escudo, se uma flecha perfurar sua barriga não vai fazer muita coisa além de cócegas e uma ida à enfermaria para fechar o buraco (isso dependendo quando não se fecha sozinho). Um segredo - ele também consegue controlar a sensibilidade de outros pessoas, sendo capaz de diminuir ou aumentar a sensação da dor. Mas prefere deixar baixo, para que seus irmãos não solicitem que use isso para machucar alguém. Já foi alvo de testes de alguns semideuses que queriam ter certeza de que veneno não o machucaria também. Spoiler: também tem resistência a veneno, ainda bem.

Aprimoramento dos 5 sentidos: praticamente um cachorro, mas Eric tem todos os sentidos absurdamente apurados. Cheiros não passam despercebido do seu nariz, nem à quilômetros de distância, assim sempre ajuda a mapear trilhas para que sejam seguras para os outros passar. No entanto, é um terror de se viver no chalé de um aglomerado de gente suada com aversão à banho. Semideuses já são sensíveis, mas Eric tinha que ser ainda mais. E o pior, seus irmãos tinham que saber disso.  

Manipulação de Armas: Somente usa para invocar escudos ou desarmar pessoas, pois se ele não precisar lutar - sempre vai escolher essa opção. Segurança em primeiro lugar, totalmente contra ao espírito de guerra do pai. Mas se estiver em missão, invoca armamentos, armaduras, granadas e pode alterar suas propriedades de forma que sirva à proteção dos outros semideuses. Mais um segredo, possui o que se chama de armas naturais. Pode criar garras, chifres, presas e caudas temporárias. Mas tem vergonha de usar e dar início alguma nova onda de piadinhas.

[siorca]

this is so fucking funny I love sharks

[lozyrosie]

[poemale]

　 　 　 　⍰　 kaomoji elements　 ര

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　  　 　 create ur own kaomoji w/ me !!

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eyes

ˊ ˋ　 ◞ ◟　  .ܸ .ܸ　 • •　  › ‹　 o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅　  ≧ ≦

ˇ ˇ　 ◜◝　   ◡◡⁠　 •̀ •́　 ^^　 ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀　  ꈍ ꈍ

⏑ ⏑　 ◝ ◜　 _ ̫ _　 •́ •̀　 ⊳⊲　 o̴̶̷̤ o̴̶̷̤　  ˃̶̤́ ˂̶̤̀

´ ｀ 　 -᷅ -᷄　  .⁠ .⁠　  ߹ ߹　 ՞ ՞⁠　 ಠ ಠ　 ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈

mouths

ᵕ　 ⤙　 ᴖ　 Ⱉ　  △　 ࿁　 ꕀ　  ‸

༝　 ‿　 ⌓　 ⩊　   ⌑　  ｡　 ㅁ　 ⇀

̫　 ֊　  ᎔　  ᗜ　  Д⁠　  ³　 ᯅ　  ˬ　 　 　 　 　 

noses

˶　 ᵜ　 ᆺ　 ˕　 ܫ

˔　 ᴥ　 ɷ　  ̷　 ꀾ　 

ears

ᐢ ᐢ　  ᕱ ᕱ　 ᕬ ᕬ　 ᙏ　  ᵔ ᵔ　 ᐡ ᐡ　 

∩∩　 ꪒ ꪒ　 ՞ ՞　 ⍝ ⍝　 ᥥ ᥥ　 ᘏᘏ

hands / arms

ก ก　 ٩ ۶　 ⊃⊂　 ᑌ ᑌ　 ദ്ദി　  ა૮

ฅ ฅ　 ੭ ᐣ  っ ς　 ੭ ੭　 ੭っ　 ∩ ∩

brackets

𝇋 𝇌　 ૮ ა　 ૮₍ ₎ა　  ( ິ )ິ　 ໒꒰ྀི ྀི꒱७  ૮ ོ ོ𑁬

₍ ₎　 ꒰ ꒱ྀི　 ૮꒰ ꒱ა　 ᧔ ᧓　 ᧔ྀི ᧓ྀི　 ʕ ྀི ྀིʔ

꒰ ꒱　 ଘ꒰ ꒱　 ꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ　 𓊆 𓊇　 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ 　 ૮꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིა

　

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[musingwithnanab]

(Lee Sung Kyung, 29 anos, ela/dela) Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você HWANG MINAH Você veio de SEOUL, COREIA DO SUL e costumava ser RELAÇÕES PÚBLICAS por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava JOGANDO TÊNIS, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser GENTIL, mas você não deixa de ser umx baita de umx TEIMOSA… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de A GÊMEA na história TARZAN… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

QUER CONHECER MAIS? LEIA A HISTÓRIA DELA AQUI EMBAIXO:

Com seu cabelo impecável, e blazer o mais bem passado possível, não havia ninguém na empresa que conseguia bater Hwang Minah quando ela queria fazer um trabalho bem feito. Por sempre estar atualizada em tudo que poderia prejudicar seus clientes, a mulher havia trabalhado desde celebridades até mesmo políticos. Todos mandavam mensagens para ela antes de sequer pensar em alguma ação, e Mei gostava dessa sensação de poder. Eles poderiam ser as pessoas poderosas, mas ela que os comandava. Se ela dizia para não fazerem algo, não faziam. Se aconselhava para algo, era feito de imediato. Seu trabalho sempre foi sua vida.

Até demais. Ela não foi ao hospital quando a mãe morreu, pois teve uma crise com um famoso que havia saído de roupas íntimas e foi flagrado. Não foi no aniversário da irmã mais nova porque precisava revisar discursos antes de um palanque. Perdeu o encontro de dois meses de namoro (que só durou dois meses), pois precisou ficar até tarde removendo comentários negativos sobre um idol que ela prestava serviços. Não havia vida pessoal, mas ela sentia-se grata. Não eram muitas pessoas que poderiam estar em tantos eventos, participar de tantos ambientes (de festas exclusivas até reuniões políticas) importantes.

Quando recebeu a embalagem com papel pardo, olhou duas vezes para ver quem era o remetente. Boa parte do material que mandavam para seus clientes passava por ela para ver qual seria uma boa propaganda para tirar foto ou agradecer o mesmo quando não era uma boa ideia (números de telefones suspeitos). Aquele não tinha destinatário, e ela estava pronta para jogar no lixo quando a curiosidade fez com que ela abrisse a embalagem. O livro a surpreendeu. Nunca foi uma mulher a acreditar em contos de fada ou magia. Preferia cadernos e canetas do que bonecas. Seu tempo era melhor gasto em pesquisas, gráficos e economia. O brilho ainda assim fez com que ela o abrisse, e se arrependesse amargamente por isso.

[diornies]

letter to theo by vincent van gogh

[shakenfate]

Muse Bio/Verses: Biggs

name: Biggs birthday: 1982 occupation: Member of AVALANCHE, part of the neighborhood watch in the sector 7 slums task areas: combat, reconnaissance, undercover operations character:  Calm, rational (pessimistic at times) with a high sense of duty and comradery. He is guarded around new people, but easy to joke with once he warms up to someone. a bit of a complainer & a worrywart that tends to ramble when he stresses over something. weapon: handgun, firearms, explosives skills: marksmanship; hand to hand combat, technical prowess hair color: black eyes: brown height: 182cm laterality: right-handed attire: red bandana, light green shirt, cargo pants, dark boots gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual

Disclaimer: Biggs' portrayal is heavily based on headcanons. I started roleplaying him way back even before the first FF7 Remake was released & while I try to be as canon compliant as possible in his default verse, there is only limited source material to go on for his characterization and therefore a lot of his character is up for interpretation, which may result in some diversion from canon. Also, some of the verses listed below diverge heavily from canon, so the canon divergent disclaimer should be a given anyway...

BIO:

Biggs was left at the Sector 5 orphanage as a baby without anyone knowing of his parents. He initially had no name, so the caretakers decided to simply refer to him as X for the time being. It's a name he has gone by for the better part of his childhood, (only opting to change it in his early teens when he left the orphanage behind and named himself 'Biggs' henceforth).

Even as a young boy he had a strong sense of responsibility and being forever grateful to the kind people at the orphanage he more often than not took it upon himself to help out around the orphanage however he could instead of playing with the other children.

But of course, as an orphan boy growing up in Midgar's slums without anything to his name other than the hand-me-down clothes on his back he always dreamed of a better life for himself and the people around him.

When he found out about the fact the orphanage was used as a cover for a human trafficking operation he vowed to save up enough money to buy the place and make it into something truly good instead.

He was thirteen when he left the orphanage to start earning money, looking for work and eventually finding it in a scrap yard where he scavanged old mechs for viable parts he could clean and repair and then sell for a profit in order to save up as much as possible, spending only that which he absolutely had to in order to survive.

This has resulted in him being very frugal even as an adult, opting to repair things rather than buy replacements unless absolutely necessary. He is very handy and resourceful, with an easy understanding of many things related to weaponry and anything technical, his expertise ranging from small gadgets to heavy machinery as he spent many years around the scrap yard, learning the ins and outs of many different types of machines by himself.

Around the age of sixteen he found a new place of employment at sector 7's weaponsmith, adding the skill of weapon modding to his repertoire. Eventually he managed to save up enough gil to buy the old orphanage and then worked to turn it into the place that is known as Leaf House today. He picked up work as a teacher there, taking it upon himself to mentor both the children and eventually the adults that would become his successors.

Eventually Biggs resigned from actively teaching at the Leaf House, having found another cause he felt he needed to pledge himself to: the rebellion against the Shinra Company. Over the course of his life he has seen the way the greed and ruthless nature of Shinra has destroyed many a life and he couldn't ignore the signs of the planet dying around him any longer. He joined up with AVALANCHE, from then on using his technical prowess and ability to strategize to become a thorm im Shinra's side.

As many kids below the plate do, he grew up surrounded by people with a seemingly innate dislike for anything topside, condemning those that had it 'easier' than themselves. Yet, Biggs never judged people for where they came from, preferring to base his opinion on their actions rather than their origin.

Crisis Core Verse - canon divergent

Still planning to buy the orphanage, Biggs decided at the age of fifteen that the fastest way to earn money and safe the orphanage would be to inlist. So, when opportunity presented itself he signed up to serve Shinra’s Security Department as an infantryman, despite his already festering dislike for the company.

But the contempt he held for Shirna was nothing compared to the fact that the pay was good. He was a decent shot, reasonably fit and tall for his age. He had potential, or at least that's what he thinks his superiors saw when he stepped up. And as much as it irked him to go against his moral compass, he would have been a fool to pass this opportunity up.

However, the more Biggs learned about Shinra the more he came to hate the company and all that it stood for. He began to do some research on his own and stuck his nose in things where it most certainly didn’t belong. He came incredibly close to facing severe consquences a few times, but somehow he managed to avoid getting found out. The intel he collected in the years he worked for Shinra proved to be valuable later in life.

Pre FF7 / During FF7

He quit his job as a Shinra infantryman after he was forced to be a part of the legion send to execute a single renegade SOLDIER. Biggs refused to shoot when the time came, but he saw the man being gunned down and the cruelty of the scene and the helplessness he felt was the last straw . and decides to leave the upper part of the town and return to the slums. In the slums of Sector 7 he meets Barret,Tifa, Wedge and Jessie who are looking for people willing to fight against the Shinra corporation. He becomes a member of their anti-Shinra movement. They adapt the name AVALANCHE after discovering an abandoned hideout of the group and together they plan the bombing of the Mako reactor in Sector 1.

Post FF7 - Pre Advent Children

Having survived the fall of Sector 7, although barely, left him severely injured. He was found by other survivors who did everything to keep him (and many others) alive in the coming months. He has no recollection of most of his healing process. He only remembers being in a lot of pain whenever he woke up. His recovery took a lot of time and he missed out on the events of FF7 - including Meteorfall. When he finally came to and was able to actually process what had happened, he realized that almost two years had passed since the attack on the Sector 7 pillar. He learned that during the time he was unconscious he and other survivors had been moved several times to a variety of different locations by courtesy of an organization called WRO, which he had never heard of before. All of this left him in Edge, the new town that came to be near the remains of Midgar. It was and still is a lot to take in, but now his main objective is to find out what happened to his family and friends. The only certain thing is that there are many things he does not know.

Advent Children

After locating and meeting up with Tifa, Barrett and Cloud in the new 7th Heaven bar, Biggs took some odd jobs around town. He fixed things that needed fixing. He helped with construction work. He even worked in a restaurant for a while until Barrett offered him to come work for WRO - the same organization that was to thank for his recovery. Biggs accepted and from then on assisted Barrett in his search for a new viable energy source. During the events of Advent Children Biggs was out of town with Barrett doing just that, but also returned with him for the fight, in which Biggs to his own chagrin, wasn’t of much help.

Dirge of Cerberus

After the events of Advent Children Biggs realized that he needed to be more strongly involved in actual fighting to feel useful. He couldn’t continue to stand idly by while other people fought battles for him and he joined the WRO soldiers instead of continuing his work with Barrett. He is now part of a small team that is responsible for a variety of missions.

[cod-sins]

𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

"𝑲𝒊𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓?"

𝐂𝐎𝐃: 𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐. 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 "𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝" 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒.

𝐀𝐩𝐞𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚝. 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚜𝚑. 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎.

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙴.𝙹.

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙰𝚜𝚊 𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚣, 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜/𝚁𝚉! 𝙼𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚝𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝟷. 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚜/𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚝𝚌.

𝟸. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚙).

𝟹. 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜.

𝟺. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

𝟻. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜/𝚏𝚊𝚝/𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢! 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!

𝟼. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑.

𝟽. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝.

𝟾. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

𝟿. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝟷𝟶. 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜!

𝟷𝟷. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝟷. 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎/𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝/𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝟸. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢; 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜/𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝/𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝟹. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝟺. 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (𝚗𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 "𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙").

𝟻. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖.

𝟼. 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝟺.

𝟽. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙵𝚂 𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗/𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗.

𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎/𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜/𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @/𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝).

𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚊𝚜 "𝚙𝚛𝚘-𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗".

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◟✿ ⠀ ┈─★ ⠀ ೀ ⠀⦂ ⠀〈 ⠀ ━╋ ⠀ . . .ᐟᅟ ⠀ ꒰੭ ⠀ ♱

⠀ ๋ ⠀ ᯓ★ ⠀ zᶻ ⠀ ഒ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ⠀ 𓉸ྀི ⠀ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩 ⠀ ও ⠀ ꨄ

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ ִ ⠀ ١٥٧٤ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⨟ ⠀ ࣪ › ⠀ ᨒ ⠀ ╰┈ ⠀ ᦔ

⠀ ⁘ ⠀ ฺ ⠀ ꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱͏ ⠀ ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ⠀ ᜊ ⠀ ꒰ა ⠀ ໒꒱ ⠀ 𐂯ྀི ⠀ ʚɞྀི ⠀ ⓘ

⠀ ⍵ ⠀ ︿ ⠀ ⬭ ⠀ 𓋜 ⠀ ◜ ͡ ◝ ⠀ ◟ ͜ ◞ ⠀ ᘛ ⠀ ◌ ⠀ ᘚ ⠀ ﹗

⠀ ∿ ⠀ ⟆ ⠀ ⧼ ⠀ ⧽ ⠀ ✎ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ╲ ⠀ ︶ ⠀ ︵ ⠀ ♪ ⠀ ♫

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Can’t believe Nüwa is a Shadowpeach fan (Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU / NEXT )

(Yes I know she doesn’t need other beings to create life but let me dream of those two idiots being biological dads of the chaos baby)

P.1: First Arc

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Extras: A Future Scenario - PIF finds out - Part 1+2 Dub! - Part 3+4 Dub! - Part 5-6 Dub!

P.2: Week 1 and 2

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Extras: fanart by @terezsa07 - fanart by @downerdays - Animatic by @racoonponiee - fanart by @asthmaticplushiedragon

P.3: Training montage

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Extras: Family dinner - fanart by @sammybear127 - Fanart by @foxqueen211

P:4: Un-divorce arc

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Extras: Spicynoodle bit - Animatic by @perryknowsall

P.5: More than a successor

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Extras: Fanart by @theofficiallemonnoms -✨Q&A! (p.1)✨ - ✨Q&A! (p.2)✨ - Fanart by @un-dermask

[stcllata]

ABOUT: riese, evan.

— FULL NAME:  evan joel riese.

— BIRTHDATE / AGE:  july 13, 1988.  36.

— SPECIES:  human.

— OCCUPATION:  prostitute.  $480 an hour (private sessions).

— FACE CLAIM:  colton haynes.

— DEFAULT VERSE:  crime.

— ALT VERSE(S):  

— BIOGRAPHY:  

evan was born in glendale, oregon. he's the oldest, having two younger sisters. he has always been the loving, caring and supportive type. he can also be extremely stubborn but in the same instance, defensive and protective. almost always putting the needs of others before his own.

he and his father always had this tumultuous relationship. they barely tolerated one another but for the sake of his mother, he was never an instigator, just pushed it off and worked around it as much as possible. by the time he was sixteen he was dreaming about the day he could be out from under.

he loved his sisters and wanted to be there for them, but it wasn't healthy. it hadn't been for nearly three years. he saved each and every penny he could. a close friend was throwing a party the weekend of graduation ( c.2006 ) and he was going. he never planned on coming back.

he told everyone. even his father. his mother and sisters were heartbroken. his sisters understood. his father scoffed and said something about don't come crawling back when you can't make it on your own. he went, graduated and his friend actually offered to drive him. which he accepted and still appreciates to this day.

it's his first night in san francisco. so he hits up the local club. the owner spots him and sees potential. he offers evan free room and board after learning he doesn't have a place to stay yet. it's a crappy studio but it's off the streets. he can't ignore the money either.

he doesn't know what he's about to be put through. the club is supernatural friendly and he was brought in because his physique would work well with the werewolves. among others. his training was pretty much being pushed past known limitations. more like a boot camp. it was torture but he survived.

that management didn't last long. the next owner was a vampire by the name of caspian. he truly, honestly cared for the workers ( particularly the humans like evan ) and this was his golden era. by the end of things, evan was caspian's right hand. helping train the new hires and run the floor.

he's yet to come across a vampire like him since. in the interim, evan ran the club for about three months before a new owner appeared. it was from that point that everything went downhill. he barely lasted a year until he finally made the decision to go private ( c. 2016 ).

he's been in the business for almost 20 years now. maybe there's something sweeter on the horizon... only time will tell.

crunching the numbers; below is a rough configuration of his prices, etc.

480 an hour. 706,560 a year. 58,880 a month. 15,360 a week.

3,840 for a full night. 1,920 for a half night.

special requests might be additional charges. friends get a discount of 60%, regulars get 40%. 480*.6=288. 480-288=192. 192*8=1,536. 192*4=768. 480*.4=192. 480-192=288. 288*8=2,304. 288*4=1,152.

new customers must be vetted by at least two current customers. he will not now, nor will he ever go bareback.

weekly schedule: wednesdays through saturdays.

hours: 9:00 pm through 5:00 am. 32 hours a week. 46 weeks a year. he takes two weeks in july, the last half of december and the first half of january.

[lynxmisnomer]

Call me mRNA because AUG AGA GGG UUU UUC AUG GUG GGA UGA

[emeritusterzo]

Awesome! Women rule! #blocked

[poemale]

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