#Callix?

[drones-of-innocence]

One Step Closer

O~o~O

“Well, I won’t keep ya any longer. The countdown is about to start. Let me just say, Mr. Mario, it was a real pleasure to meet you!”

Mario grinned and shook his head. “Please, Felix. Just Mario.” he couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. Tension from the whole night trying to fizz up inside him like the spritz in everyone’s champagne flutes. “The pleasure is mine. I would love to get to know you better.”

Felix’s bright eyes shone with wonder under the sweeping, colorful lights. Such a look of pure admiration. Mario was admittedly alarmed by the amount of people who looked at him in such a way that night. Seizing his shoulder, Felix shook his head. “You’re not 'just' anything, Mario. Believe me. You’re one spectacular fella.” he beamed. Then, seeing Mario’s eyes flicker over his shoulder to glance at Sergeant Calhoun laughing over her drink with Princess Peach, he leaned a little closer with a conspiratorial look. “You know, I can see the way you look at her.”

The music began to die down in preparation for the countdown. Mario swallowed hard and blinked at Felix. “Look at who like what?” he choked, heat rising in his face.

With a kind smile, Felix shrugged with one shoulder. The answer was obvious. “She gives ya the honeyglow, don’t she?” he patted Mario’s arm in a brotherly way. Offering his solidarity as he tilted his head in the direction of Sergeant Calhoun. “I felt it myself for my dynamite gal. Still do. It sets you alight, huh?” he asked warmly.

Mario’s throat went dry. Was it really so easy to see right through him? Felix had just met him! The icy grip of panic shot through his veins. Could the Princess see right through him? Oh no. He didn’t have the nerve to try to deny it. With all the dresses and suits floating by, chatting over their drinks, all the eyes stacked up on his back like the precariously balanced hors d’oeuvres carried around on silver platters. “Some—something like that.” he agreed, forcing a big smile when the Princess caught his gaze and waved at him. He managed to wave back, and Felix chuckled. 

“You’re a legend, Mario. Wherever you go, the spotlight follows. It’s a real privilege to know someone like you.” Felix’s more earnest look reminded him to take a deep breath. “I’ll let you be. Happy New Year, my friend.”

His hand left Mario’s shoulder, and he winked before he went to return to his lady. Sergeant Tamora Calhoun, the terrifyingly stylish war hero, who welcomed the embrace of her beloved with a pleased smile. Mario blinked. The pair somehow fit together like two pieces of a completely different puzzle that formed a new and more perfect image together. He let out a sigh. “Happy New Year, Felix.” he said to himself. More couples began to come together throughout the grand hall, headed toward the central attraction.

“Look at you, Superstar!” he jolted at the sudden weight on his arm, and turned to blink up at Princess Peach with wide eyes. “Both of them are just so lovely, aren’t they? He wants your autograph. I think everyone in this room does. How are you handling the spotlight?”

Faced with her sweet smile, Mario couldn’t maintain his own. A small group nearby pointed and squealed at him. “Ahi,” he let out, almost going to rub the back of his head before he remembered the painstaking time he’d put into styling his hair. “It’s…Different,” he admitted.

It never felt any less surprising. He had a reputation. Notoriety. People paid attention to his name. When he’d received the invitation to the New Year’s ball that year alongside Princess Peach, it was determined by a short session of the main Mushroom Kingdom council that it would be best for the pair to attend together, as dates. Much to his surprise. In that case, he and the Princess were to match. The royal tailor drew up several potential options for what he might wear. Luckily, they offered him some agency. They actually quite appreciated his suggestion for a salmon-colored suit, with maroon accents that the Princess could easily correspond with additional accessories to. The sparkles were a little showy, but it suited the occasion well. In the end, the process was fun, and Mario did sincerely enjoy escorting the Princess around the room and meeting so many new people. Her strapless dress really stole the show, even if she insisted that he was the one under the limelight.

She had said he looked “dashing.” That lingering thought hadn’t left his mind, making his chest feel warmer and more tingly than a sip of his martini.

But this wasn’t a proper date, not exactly. This was all a stage, a political display, and nothing more. While that thought injected a cold sting into the occasion, Mario wouldn’t let it waste the night. It was such a privilege to be seen with her, to match, to laugh and make new inside jokes together. And the way she clung to his arm, hardly leaving his side at all despite both of them being pulled away by old friends or fans, made his heart skip a beat.

“Big breath. Raise your glass and act like you’re giving a toast to that group.” she murmured, prompting him gently as she had done all night. She knew how to handle fame and attention. He did as she said, taking in a deep breath and bringing up his glass just as another group waved at them. “Good. Now, imagine I’ve said something mildly amusing to your delicate sensibilities. Like how that man over there looks rather like a grumpy Cheep Cheep.”

Mario had to stop himself from spitting out his drink. “What?” he asked, blinking up at her with wide eyes and trying frantically to hide his grin behind his glass.

Peach beamed. “There’s your winning smile,” she teased, reaching up to touch his face for just a moment. “Now, let’s go or we’ll miss the countdown!”

Oh, right. The object of the occasion. Mario collected himself, still trying not to laugh. And frantically trying to ignore the new heat in his face where she had touched him. He offered his arm to her. Giggling in her sweet manner, Peach accepted his lead. He might as well have been on fire. 

She really did set him alight. Mario searched the growing crowd, but he couldn’t find Felix.

All the glowing colors, the buzz of the room grew with anticipation until it was nearly electric. Still, Mario couldn’t really focus on much besides the Princess who held his arm with such relaxed familiarity. He couldn’t see the countdown; everyone else seemed to tower over him. But it must be getting close. He could hear excited murmurs, secretive whispers, hushed questions. Eyes flickering toward him.

The lights went dark. The crowd was fixed on the center of the room, and then the next moment they were all fixed on himself and the Princess. Mario blinked at everyone’s smiles suddenly facing them. His empty glass was taken by a waiter who disappeared just as fast. Peach pressed in closer, sensing the pressure. “Oh,” she hummed, surprised.

20…

Mario swallowed hard. He could hear pieces of their conversations. “...Kiss? Do you think they will? Isn’t it exciting? I wonder if they’ll kiss?” his eyes widened. 

He looked up at Peach. She looked down at him, equal alarm in her eyes.

15…

The murmured numbers gained volume as more people began to chant the countdown. Mario gulped and went stiff when he realized he could hear the word “kiss!” being softly suggested along with the numbers. 

Everyone was staring at them. Everyone was expecting them to bring in the new year with a kiss. Didn’t they know that he was just her guard? He wasn’t really her date, not like that! Surely, everyone knew. He had thought it was obvious; a plumber like him clearly didn’t belong next to someone like the Princess. Something stuck in his throat. This must be so humiliating for her. He didn’t want to dare to look back up. The heat crawled up his face, the attention coming down on him like blistering sunlight. A bead of sweat formed on his temple.

Peach stood closer still, reaching for his other arm so that they stood together under the attention. Mario didn’t even realize he’d rested his hands on her waist until she got his attention with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder.

10…

He whipped his head up to look into her eyes, ready to jump away from her. However, the Princess had a strangely placid, mysterious regard for him.

It wasn’t distaste, or disgust like he feared. He couldn’t read her at all.

9…

“It’s been a long year, hasn’t it?” she asked him.

Mario blinked. “...What?” he answered, intelligently. “Ehm. Yes.”

8…

She gave a soft smile, but it was the smile that hurt his heart because it somehow looked slightly sad.

7…

“I’m very grateful for you. I want you to know that you’re always the highlight of my day.” Peach smiled and averted her eyes.

6…

Mario’s eyes widened. 

5…! 

He could have sworn he saw her cheeks flush. “You’re so special to me, and to the Kingdom.”

4…!

Her eyes seemed to shimmer under the low lights, bringing him under her trance. “I couldn’t ask for a better guard to have at my side.”

3…!

“So I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her hands came up to touch his face.

2…!

She leaned down. “Happy New Year, Mario.” she whispered.

1…!

Fireworks. Peach pressed her lips to his. A soft, lingering kiss. The hall erupted with color and life. Deafening cheers. Mario couldn’t hear them. He couldn’t hear anything. Her floral perfume washed over his senses. All he saw were fireworks behind his eyes, like bright flaming bursts in the sky. His heart pounding like explosions. 

He could have sworn he felt her smile into him.

She pulled away, and he had to blink himself out of the night show in his head. Flashing lights. Cameras. Thrilled cheers. Clinking glasses and couples kissing all around. Mario’s face must have been as red as his suit. Peach’s cheeks were about as pink as her dress. 

They stared at one another. Mario couldn’t look away. Colored lights washed over her, the smooth curve of her shoulders and the elegant stretch of her neck. Banners drew up as confetti fell. The music returned, lively and energetic, as the room around began to dance. And they stood so still in the middle of the chaos, as if they were the eye of the storm.

Though, Mario felt like anything but. She kissed him. She kissed him! And it wasn’t like the friendly peck on the cheek she’d usually offer after rescuing her. No, there was intent behind this kiss. He realized he hadn’t let go of her waist.

Her hands were still on his face. Her thumb traced his cheek. Her piercing blue eyes fell away from his. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” she spoke in a low voice, only for him to hear.

He had to will himself out of his stiffened state. “N—no. It’s okay.”

There was no way he would be able to explain that he’d never had a New Year’s kiss before. Or that he was so deeply in love with her that her kiss had ignited a wildfire inside of him that he wasn’t sure could ever be quelled. He wasn’t sure if it was pleasant, or if it hurt. 

The attention still fell on them. Both of them had forced, plastered smiles.

Of course. It was for the crowd. That was all.

They were there to entertain, and nothing more. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound like he was in pain. 

Peach nodded. “I would love to,” she agreed quickly.

He drew up her arm to rest on his shoulder, and adjusted his hand that rested delicately on her waist. They interlaced their fingers with the same shy grasp. He held her close and they swayed in time with the sprightly music. He didn’t want to look into her eyes; he was afraid of what he might find if he stared too long. They had practiced the steps so many times that he didn’t even have to think about it. He missed those sessions. Her laughter and smile were never strained. 

They moved so naturally together. He wondered if she could feel it, too, or if she was ruminating in her head. 

Through the buzz of the crowd, the attention having finally shed off their backs, he spotted Felix and Calhoun again. Lost in one another. A private conversation. Felix was pressing Calhoun’s hand against his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm. 

His eyes flickered up and caught Mario’s. He grinned, and made a motion with an invisible glass for a toast. Calhoun shot him a knowing grin.

A blazing impulse welled up within him. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, or just his own intrepid venture. Mario thoughtfully turned Peach’s dainty hand over in his own, observing the way they fit together. His gloved hand was so much larger than hers. The way she clasped him felt intrinsic. He wondered if one day, they could be like that reformed puzzle that Felix and Calhoun were. Two mismatched pieces finding a home in one another. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, before bringing her hand close to his face.

He glanced up at her, daring to look into her eyes. “Happy New Year, my Princess.” he murmured, and pressed her knuckles to his lips. A tiny kiss.

Peach parted her lips and took a sharp breath in, staring with wide eyes. Her cheeks flushed a lovely rosy shade. And she smiled, more radiant than any fireworks or flashing lights. When he pulled away, she was the one to renew her grip on his hand. 

They shifted one step closer. She didn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.

O~o~O

The Mario household lay in a quiet stillness at 3:27am, only briefly interrupted by some clattering before all fell silent again.

Clean dishes stacked in the kitchen. A blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch. Luigi came out of his room, rubbing his eyes, and discovered a glittery suit jacket across the arms of a chair, and, upon further inspection, his brother laying on the floor. 

Bowtie loosened. Dress shirt untucked. A hand running through his already disheveled hair. An anxious habit of his.

Wordlessly, Luigi came to sit beside his fallen brother, hugging his robe around himself. 

Mario shook his head, muttering to himself without opening his eyes. He let out a long, heavy sigh. While this was typical behavior for his buzzed brother, who’d probably had his share of martinis as his drink of choice, Luigi raised his eyebrows when he noticed a distinctive swatch of pink across his brother’s lips.

He bit back a smile. “Un bacio?” he asked. A kiss?

Mario groaned and dragged his palms down his face. “I don’t know.” he mumbled, muffled into his hands.

Ah. Luigi nodded sympathetically, seeing the crease Mario’s brow. He patted Mario’s chest. “A heart that hurts is a heart that beats,” he reminded him softly. Something their mother used to say.

Watching the Princess and his brother dance around their feelings could be painful. But if Mario was really overthinking a direct kiss like that, he imagined it would be okay, eventually. But in the meantime, his brother would be hurting. No matter what he did, in his goofy head, he would never be good enough for Peach. But Luigi saw the way she looked at him, too. If only their feelings weren’t such a mystery to each other.

At least it seemed they were one step closer to knowing.

O~o~O

Inspired by @elitadream's gorgeous New Year's post! I also had One Step Closer by U2 playing on repeat while I wrote this 😆

Here's to the new year 🥂 Whether this is a moment of resolved change for you, a step toward growth or greater happiness, or even just another evening, I wish you all the best! 💖✨

[callixspod]

nnh. TF2 artists are so cool. they all have their own distinct personality and have this awesome artstyle and composition. fucking sketch my ass that's the god damn monalisa

ouhh...I am at their disposal.

[sincerelystesichorus]

handful of memes for my nasty little durge, callix

kinda back on my bullshit and have brain rot for him and my fic today...

idk it's just so interesting to play as a gnome in the game. i think the struggles and bigotry towards small folk/gnomes specifically in the game is overshadowed by the highlighted tieflings and drow, which is totally fair, but also then when you're rolling around as this murderous little gnome and people are freely threatening you and the party thinks it's lowkey funny... creates an insane vibe lmao. like hooking up with astarion specifically as a gnome lowkey an act of masochism until act 3. (not that callix helps his "beastly gnome" stereotyping at all.) and then having callix as durge as well fixes so many plot holes if you play as a small race tbh because literally at every turn gnomes are being enslaved by the absolutists and its like.. what in Garl Glittergold's name let this fool just be tadpoled instead of put to work... and then the trio of Ketheric, Gortash and Orin is even more insane because the most efficient out of all of them is a pint-sized murder machine.

just truly beautiful accidental story telling idk. i want the free time and energy to write my fic because he was supposed to finally get his supporting character spotlight moment with astarion AND HIS CUTE FANCY REDESIGN his design is purposefully busy bc he serves Talos but alas. school and research work </3

[uponthenormandy]

god. the novels. the fucking nexus uprising recontextualizes the whole damn game of andromeda. it drives me fucking insane.

the whole book is unfair and since i played andromeda b4 i read it i KNOW what happens. i know where people end up. i know who dies. and it's fucking soul-rending and fucked up.

[tags5colors]

Planeswalkers in Theros Beyond Death 

[collectionofsinglefathers]

One of the thoughts I had at work has returned to me.

What if Evandrin’s “death” tipped off Lacrytia and Cormorant or even Loras, and they told Vespin about the nature of his passing, and that’s when they began to secretly focus on Laerryn’s work? Because Brennan says, Cormorant was into the stuff she was working on.

[lambolix]

Pre Drinks wer hitttinn 😂

[z-lagorio]

my boy :)

[noirscript]

silent servitude

WARNING/S! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. YANDERE. noncon; breeding; powerplay; biting; slightly descriptive sex scenes; f!reader

One must abide by His Majesty's every rule.

It was a phrase you often hear from other servants in the castle from the moment you joined them as your mother's apprentice. A phrase that helped them survive the dog-eat-dog world inside the palace walls.

“You're not expected to excel in your work, but do not even think about failing the task given to you.” Your mother grabbed your shoulders with a squeeze. “Do you understand, my child?”

You nodded your head as you tightened your grip on your skirt. “Yes, mother.”

She lightly tap your cheek before placing a lasting kiss on your forehead. “Go on, dear. I will see you before sunset.”

You looked around your surroundings before hesitantly nodding. For some reason, you can't seem to ignore what you've been feeling from the moment you entered the servant's gate. As if someone's watching your every move.

The path inside the dark tunnel was short, but for you, the time seemed to slow down. Your feet felt heavy to take one step forward after another. Like it was keeping you from going any further.

“You've arrived,” a middle-aged woman spoke while standing in the midst of the desolate area, few steps from where you came from. “Follow me.”

You scanned your surroundings, a poor attempt in remembering the path where you came from. However, the more you walk further and further away from the path that leads to your mother, the more you could sense something ominous was about to occur.

“Are you listening?”

You bowed your head and apologized.

“Stand tall and look at me,” she ordered. “In this castle, you must keep your eyes and ears open at all times. Do not even try to let your mind wander elsewhere. If you don’t want to suffer any consequences.”

Your body shook. You tried to speak, but your voice broke. However, when you nodded your head in desperation, the woman simply turn around and started to list down the rules within that castle.

“Do you even know why you're here?”

“T-To train to become my m-mother's replacement...”

The woman sneered. “If that'll help you sleep at night.”

After giving you a tour around an area that only a handful of servants can access, she led you towards a gated path that lead towards a small chateau in the middle of a small open field inside the castle walls.

The chateau, albeit small compared to the colossal main palace, was still bigger than your home. You also noticed the crawling vines on its walls, and as well as its tinted windows that kept its interior hidden from prying eyes.

“You will keep this place in order. You may not ask for anyone's help. You will only work here alone. Your food will be provided by one of the servants, but do not let anyone else inside the chateau.”

“But my lady...”

“That is all you need to know.” She looked down at your stature before clicking her tongue. “Stupid commoners.”

With that, she left you on your own.

THINKING BACK, you should've realized the message behind her poisonous words. Nobody would think that it is normal for a servant to clean an entire chateau within the day all by themselves.

That doing such chore might result to an inevitable mishaps that forces one to change their attire. Something that might force them to take every piece of clothing from themselves.

“Y-Your Majesty, please forgive this commoner from—” you felt one of his large, calloused hand caressing your face while the other hand pulled you closer to his bare body.

“Kept that mouth shut before I do it myself,” he whispered against your cheek before slightly biting it. “Who would've thought that this would be an easy chase?”

Callix, the reigning monarch, is known for his compassion towards the commoners. Some people would even see him interact with the lowest of the poor during their darkest moment, providing them hope and warmth.

But as you writhe beneath him, allowing him to touch every inch of your body as he please, made you doubt everything you heard about him.

After savoring your heat, he aligned his thick member against your quim. Callix grabbed you by your cheeks and forced you to meet his gaze.

“Please...” you pleaded, but he only swallowed all your pleas and cries as he penetrated your tight walls.

When your first intercourse with him ended almost immediately, you believed that he would let you go. That he would order you leave and never show yourself in front of him.

But after resting his head against the crook of your neck, he suddenly grabbed your ankles and pushing it apart.

You could feel his cum gush out of your quim, but Callix was far from satisfied.

That night alone, he ravished your body until the morning sun has risen.

When you woke up, you felt the coldness of the heavy iron wrapped around your ankles.

“You're awake,” you heard his voice from somewhere in the room. “I have some news for you. So, open your eyes.”

You tried to open your eyes, but for some reason, your eyelids felt heavy.

“Are you disobeying my orders?” he asked while gritting his teeth.

“Open your eyes!” he demanded as he grab your cheeks tightly.

You tried your best to open at least one of your eyes and look at him.

“There's my queen's beautiful eyes.” You could feel his hands all over your body as he leave kissing against your face. “Can you hear me, my queen?”

“M’not... queen...”

He chuckled before yanking your hair back, exposing your neck to him.

“You dare oppose me, hm?” he asked as he harshly nip your neck. “Are you forgetting who I am, my queen?”

How you wish you could simply forget who he is.

Quick note: This might be the start of some series. Let me know your thoughts :)

[th3-k1n1t0-gang]

|> 🌊🐌 logged in

"im still exploring this place, do any of you have any favorite places? maybe games, if you have access to those? ^ . ^"

(/ooc , name ideas!! callahan, callix, or maybe callister? dewey or fletch, maybe scotch??)

I uh...I really like messing around in the browser, looking at the stuff that Kinito let's us...Oh! And I like this little jump based game, I forget what it's called-!

Ok, OOC thing, but Callister fits him perfectly. Thank you sm for that suggestion./gen

[callixspod]

smth smth exams

@vellichorom ERASED YOUR BOY.

[sincerelystesichorus]

durge brainrot

making Callix memes because i'm slowly plotting act three of We Can Be Heroes where he gets his lil supporting arch and i also have been thinking about writing some about his pre-canon adventures with The Three Idiots but especially Gortash (once i am free from academic prison ofc)

i swear i'm good for than these meme textposts i'm just on pinterest and tumblr a lot and am constantly thinking about fictional characters and tormented by uni. also think soon i'm gonna share game screenshots where being a gnome makes the angling way more supreme bc... the drama of it all is so good. callix is also only 3'6 but i wasn't gonna put him down like that in main text.

[princesscallyie]

I am just imagining Callix’s throaty bass filled voice. Could you imagine what that sounds like?

I'm thinking something like Erik Dellums' Aaravos.

Something with a little growl 😏

[thenamesmobu]

"An Unfortunate Encounter"

[2/2] Forced Showdown

Devin's POV

DEAR GOD, I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS WEEKS LATE JXJSHD AAAAACCKKK WRITING FIGHT SCENES IS SO HARD. I'M SORRY CALLIX HDJDH. Aaaa I'm dividing this oart into two because holy CRAP is it tedious to write. Anw, CW//: this fic contains violence because y'know, two guys beating the life out of each other. Aa enjoy the fic<3

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A fight it is then.

BOOM! Beams of light were blasted towards the intruder. The blast had caused abit of an explosion, obscuring what aftermath it had cause. As the dusts settles, Devin waits to see the results of his attack, expecting the entity to stay there injured. The two large pair of hands shrunk by a little as they follow its user to investigate the aftermath.

...Nothing?

How is that possible? He could've sworn he hit the target precisely. Two people can't hallucinate the same thing, right? As the Narrator continues to observe the after math, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. As he turned, he was kicked hard to the side and was knocked back quite the distance.

"Blasting someone who'd just arrived at your doorstep wasn't a nice way of greeting them" The intruder commented.

The Narrator grunted as he gets up on his feet, with his yellow orange hands assisting him. His orange hands disappeared after he was knocked back. "You..." He was irritated.

"Why don't we settle down and talk, hm?" The intruder offered with a sarcastic smile. "If you don't hurt me, then I won't hurt you–" Just then, he was cut off by the impact of a printer crashing into him. "Stop playing with your tricks!" The Narrator yelled, now with yellow hands added appearing with the yellow orange ones. He flexed his orange hands to summon an array of box cutters and aimed it at the intruder. With a snap of a finger, they were launched towards the target.

The intruder saw this and began to dodge his attacks as best as he could. Though he managed to get some bits of cuts here and there, he was mostly unscathed. "Aren't you a rude host?" The intruder taunted. He smirked at the sight of his attacker growing irritated after his taunt. The Narrator growled in frustration. The intruder's smirk grew wider as he stares at him. Though as he continues to do so, he could see an orange glow coming from behind him and hearing something charging up. The intruder evaded it again, but was hit by a punch as he dodged. The Narrator had done that on purpose to distract him.

Nathan was pushed back by the punch, but then he landed on a soft surface. For a split second, he thought he was safe, until he feels the soft surface squeeze him. It was one of the hands. It lifted him up and brought him near to Devin with his orange hands behind him. "You're a new one" He said. "I've never met any anomalies such as you, but that won't discourage me in getting rid of you" Right as he said his words, the familiar orange beams began to charge up. Nathan refused to go down so easely.

Devin suddenly felt his hand shaking for unkown reasons. It wasn't even a second later that his hand was pierced from the inside from the individual that he was holding. A dozen black inky spikes stabbed through his hand. The shocking pain sent waves through his body. All of the existing hands disappeared as Devin clutches his wrist and fell to his knees. He grunted in pain as he realized too late that he had let the intruder go. Looking up in horror, he was immediately kicked in the guts, he was thrown up in the air. Before he could process it, he was violently kicked again towards the ground.

The landing was horrible, he was slammed face first onto the concrete floor. "Are you done with your playfighting?" Nathan asked, he sounded exhasperated by this nonsense. "All I ask from you are directions, how hard is it for you to fufill such—" BAM. A hand slammed right from above Nathan's head. No warnings, no sound, it just appeared. Slowly and shakily lifting himself up from his rough landing, Devin stood up. "Don't think I would fall so easely..." Devin said in between his puffs of breath. Before he could continue, he took notice of the black substance oozing from his hand. It formed a puddle surrounding his hand, it then quickly formed what looks like a jaw and SNAPPED close. Devin shoutted in pain as he clutches his wrist again.

The hand that once smashed the intruder disappeared. Devin grunted in pain and fell to his knees, he slowly turned his gaze to in front of him with hate in his eyes. The intruder's body was contorted, broken, and damaged. It stood up, the cracks of its body bled out the black substance that bad chomped his hand. Its eyes were rolled back, it formed an eerie smile that drooled the same substance. As if repairing itself, the once bled out and spreaded substance that covered the floor began to gather itself and reformed the body as best as it could. Once all the goo were back together, it looked as if it was ready to fight again.

Oh, so they've made a new model I see

"FINE THEN! If THAT is how you want to play, then SO BE IT!"

The figure dashes towards Devin with its arms now morphed into a pair of scythes, ready to slice Devin into pieces. The man thought fast and clamped himself with a pair of hands to protect himself. He grunted at the harm recieved by the attack. Now airborne with a big hand lifting him up in the air, Devin is taking this fight far more seriously now. With one hand in front of him, he summons the orange hands behind him and blasted his Sunbeams at the intruder. It evaded the attack swiftly as it makes its way reaching Devin. With the yellow hands following the intruder in pursuit. It slammed itself onto the ground whilst forming a fist, a multitude of office drawers began to protrude from the ground and it chases after intruder. Inspite of the attacks being sent, it manages to full on leap into the air and took a hold onto the hand that was carrying Devin. It stabbed through one of the hands that clamped him up again.

Devin lost his balance and fell. His yellow hands cushioned his fall. When he looked up, he saw that his two other pairs were being tied up by the intruder. They were restrained by a web of the black substance. The web tightens, further constraining the hands. Devin feels the pain in his own hands and shouted again in pain. The two pairs then vanished. Whatever this thing was, it turned its attention back to Devin. He braces himself.

The intruder shoots its own arm like a grappling hook to reach him. Devin blocked the attack with one of his hands that he just summoned, making the Intruder reel it in and smashing itself againts it.

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I'm so tired bruh💀

Nathan belongs to @callixspod

[tags5colors]

Planeswalkers who use green mana

Part 1 2 3

[doctortrico]

Thème principal : Detroit Become Human

(Il peut être vue d’en d’autre RP également)

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Prénom

Callixte (prononcé Callix)

Âge

inconnue

Sexe

Masculin

Espèce

Androïde

Métier

À la base c’est un androïde policier mais il a préféré se tourner vers l’a médecine alors il travail en tant que médecin et je dirais même chirurgien.

Apparence

Tout comme Connor et bien Callixte a l’apparence d’un jeune homme, châtains avec les cheveux plutôt courts et les yeux de même couleur. Il a tendance à porter des vêtements tout de noir comme un t-shirt noir accompagner d’une veste en cuir ainsi d’un jeans et comme j’ai dit tout ça est de couleur noir. Il est généralement inexpressif, ce qui donne l’impression qu’il est froid, ce qui pourrait paraître normal puisque c’est un demi Androide, on le voit à la petite LED sur sa tempe. La lumière change de couleur selon ses humeurs. Mais en parlant de la LED elle n’est pas toujours présente. Encore une fois cela dépend des rp il peut la retiré comme il peut la garder.

Caractère

Étant un demi androïde je ne sait pas si je peut vraiment appeler ça un caractère. Pourquoi je dit ça ? Il est simple c’est parce que Callixte est tout simplement rester avec l’instabilité logiciel de Connor. Alors il est bloquer avec du coup il a des émotions c’est vrais mais que très faible alors il ne pourras pas pleuré ou même rire sois il est neutre ou bien sois il sourit tout simplement. Mais attention je ne dit pas qu’il est impossible à rendre déviant mais il est extrêmement difficile d’ailleurs son caractère dépend du rp en fait et ouais en gros ça dépend dans quel circonstance qu’il est devenu déviant il peut autant être tout gentil et adorable que méchant et même finir en tant que criminel. Comme je dit tout dépend alors à vous de forger son caractère !

Aime

Même si Callixte se r’approche plus d’un androïde qu’un déviant il adore aider les autres peut-importe le type d’aide il serras ravis de proposer son aide. Sinon il a tendance à préféré agir seul dépendant de se qu’il dois faire pour aider. Et puis comme chaque fois pour le reste cela va dépendre de se qu’il deviens un fois déviant.

Aime pas

Callixte a tendance à détester quand il ne peut pas aider les autres comme il s’en veux s’il refuse par exemple ou bien s’il n’a tout simplement pas réussi à aider la personne. Il n’aime pas également quand on refuse de son aide ou de recevoir des soins médical de ça part juste parce que c’est un androïde.

Histoire

De base il avais été activer pour remplacer Connor qui avais été détruit. Mais ayant une parti de l’instabilité logiciel de celui-ci il se mis à avoir de faible émotion du coup il ne voulais pas se faire passer pour le Rk800 détruit juste avant. Malgré ça il se fit passer pour Connor au yeux de l’entreprise CyberLife pour être capable d’en sortir d’ailleurs cela c’est très bien passer il réussi à sortir sans problème sauf qu’il n’était pas parti voir le lieutenant Anderson comme il devais de base il avais juste décidé de faire autre chose.

Alors il se débarrassa des vêtements CyberLife pour en mettre d’autre. Bref bien sûr CyberLife on essayer de le retrouver mais à chaque fois il réussissais à leurs échapper par pur miracle comme il était vêtu de noir c’était facile pour lui de se cacher dans des coins sombre. Oui il est vrais que CyberLife peut le localiser normalement mais il avais réussi à se débarrasser de ça en piratant un ordinateur dans une bibliothèque. Enfin bon pendant la guerre il avais du tuer quelque humain s’il ne voulais pas finir détruit alors il avais tout simplement profiter pour leur faire les poche pour piquer l’argent. D’ailleurs d’avoir pris cette argent lui avais servis à apprendre se qu’il fallait pour aller en médecine et travailler à l’hôpital mais cela une fois que les androïdes sont complète libre. Bien sûr son histoire change si la présidente décide de ne pas leurs donner de libertés du coup cela dépend encore une fois du rp.