#Damien Loch

[susan-gampre]

The Madam’s True Colors

Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your muse. Then use the gif search function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 5 other roleplayers to do this, if you wish!

Tagging: @captzexx (any!), @johanna-gampre, @waroftwowolves (Loch!), @unabashedrebel (Either or both!), @damien-ward -- Or any dear viewer!

Gold ~ Royal gold of linens, gazes and jewels

Black ~ A shimmering darkness, speckled and haunting

Violet ~ A purple pigment of violent delight

Red ~ A fabulous, eye catching red

[ruensroad]

Spoopy feral boi for spoopy doopy season

Damien Loch, vampire OC

[ey-tu-chupalohh]

 Loch Ard Forest - Couligarten' by Damien Sheilds

[mybeingthere]

Elizabeth Blackadder (1931 - 1921 , UK)- Celebrated artist admired for her paintings of flowers and the first woman to be elected to both the Royal and Royal Scottish academies, a long interesting article by Charles Darwent, which gives great insights in her seemingly dated art. 

"In 1994, the year that Damien Hirst made his first vitrined sheep, Away from the Flock, pickled in formaldehyde, the artist Elizabeth Blackadder, who has died aged 89, finished a work called Still Life With Cats. The cats were painted in oil on canvas, joining many others in Blackadder’s oeuvre, alongside arum lilies, Japanese fans and tins of sweets.

Mere difference of age does not explain the gap between Blackadder’s art and Hirst’s. Painters of her own generation – Bridget Riley was born in the same year, 1931 – worked in a style that was insistently modern. This was not Blackadder’s way. When she and her husband, the artist John Houston, visited New York in 1969 on the way to paint the Wyoming landscape, they made trips to the Museum of Modern Art to see Picasso and Matisse, not Pollock and Warhol. Modern art institutions returned the compliment: there are only half a dozen or so Blackadders in the Tate, all but one of them lithographs, few ever on show and none more recent than 1963. The British Council Collection holds only two Blackadders, the Arts Council’s none at all. And yet, there is more to the story than meets the eye.

At first glance, a painting such as Iris Oncocylus (1996), in the collection of the National Gallery of Scotland, is not so much unapologetically outdated as defiantly so. Where Georgia O’Keeffe defeminised flower-painting by making oils of lilies that looked like vulvas, Blackadder’s watercolour irises might have been painted by an unusually adept aunt. A second look shows something more complex. Blackadder’s eye is not so much meticulous as engineered: this is botanical painting rather than flower painting. The disposition of her flowers on the paper is just that, a disposition rather than an arrangement.

In an untypically expansive moment, Blackadder hazarded that “the space between flowers [in her work] is as important as the flowers themselves”, adding that her pictures invented themselves as they went along. The two-dimensional sculpturalism of her irises owes more to Matisse than it does to, say, the flower painter Mary Butler. If Blackadder’s flowers are representational, the voids they create are abstract.

Daughter of Thomas and Violet Blackadder, she came from a family of Falkirk engineers. Her father’s factory in the town, Blackadder Brothers’ Garrison Foundry and Engine Works, had been built by Thomas’s own grandfather in 1851. Elizabeth was born in its shadow, in a sandstone villa at 6 Weir Street.

In later life, she refused to talk about her art. If forced to do so, she spoke in the kind of commonsensical terms that would have had conceptualists such as Hirst in tears – “I paint the centre of my flowers black,” Blackadder might say, adding, in a rare confessional burst, “Well, a kind of bluey-black.” She did, however, admit to having had an early teacher. “My father was an engineer, but he drew a lot, mostly boats,” she recalled in a BBC interview to mark her 80th birthday. “From a young age, he helped me to draw.” Blackadder’s father died when she was 10.

Another childhood influence was also familial. During wartime German bombing of Clydebank, Falkirk being on the bombers’ flight path, the young Elizabeth was dispatched by her mother to her grandmother’s house on Holy Loch. “I got sent out as a gardener for all [her] friends,” Blackadder would wryly recall. By her teens, she knew the Linnaean names of all the local wildflowers, and had pressed most in an album. This dual inheritance was to appear in her work as an artist.

After leaving Falkirk high school, she joined the new joint fine-and-applied arts course at Edinburgh University in September 1949, where the Byzantinist David Talbot Rice was her tutor. Blackadder found herself exposed to the Byzantine obsession with pattern, a taste at once formal and decorative. Another discovery was the Italian primitives, particularly Piero della Francesca. In her final year, spent at the Edinburgh College of Art, she met Houston, a fellow student. When Blackadder won a travel scholarship with her first-class degree, the pair set off for Italy. They were married in Edinburgh the following year, 1956, a partnership that was to last until Houston’s death in 2008.

[carrotdetective]

i’ve been talking about DD’s lore to a friend, so i thought i could share a portion of it here:

The Scarlet Bandits and Cerulean Theives, under the orders of Giulia, divided the Primus Empire into two regions: Rache and Venari. The SBs lurk in the Rache region, and CTs in the Venari region. Prior to Giulia’s uprising, the empire did not have separate regions, rather the kingdoms are connected to one political body known as the Primus Council. But when Giulia kidnapped and mind-controlled both them and Brace Investigations, she made them the ruling forces of each kingdom. Specifically, she tasked the BI to derail law enforcement agencies from investigating the crime surge and stealing from Giulia’s rivals and their connections, while the Primus Councilors drained the empire’s economy to fund their boss’ master scheme for an international monopoly.

The following are the kingdoms and bosses (PC [castle bosses] and BI [fortress bosses]) associated with their respective regions:

Rache (west)

Henge: ruled by PC Hutten (Ichthyostega) and guarded by BI Justice (Yoshi), this kingdom is the birthplace of the empire’s laws and home to the Sharplock family. Henge is also the home to a prestigious university the Cutello siblings and Sharplock brothers attended.

Olympia: ruled by PC Alketas (Styracosaurus) and guarded by BI Cleisthenes (Stygimoloch), this kingdom hosts the annual Primus Olympics and the location of ancient cities that are now ruins to visit or research on.

Oma: ruled by PC Beaudean (Sarcosuchus) and guarded by BI Amelia (Obdurodon), it is a sewage kingdom whose citizens manage an underground city, and serve as shelter from the SBs and CTs. Most of the buildings are made from empty shipping containers, especially houses.

Loch: ruled by PC Lochlan (Titanoboa) and guarded by BI Niniane (Dinopithecus), this forested kingdom is haunted by paranormal activity and famous for alleged sightings of a lake monster that resembles a giant Birdo that spits water from its mouth...or nose, whatever this creature really is.

Gaufre: ruled by PC Els (Protemnodon) and guarded by BI Romhilda (Mongolarachne), this kingdom is a hotspot for confectionaries and supposedly contains ingredients needed to bake a recreation of Princess Peach’s cake.

Kazot: ruled by PC Marisha (Rhinorex) and guarded by BI Damien (Notobatrachus), this musical kingdom is home to the wealthiest family in the Primus Empire: the Harmonis. It used to welcome fast-paced music, but the death of a Harmoni member banned the genre and settled for slow-paced music.

Loco: ruled by PC Corrado (Quetzalcoatlus) and guarded by BI Erhardt (Vilevolodon), this kingdom serves as a base to the Primus Military and the heart of the empire’s industries. It is also Thunder’s home kingdom, where she lives with her uncle and PC after her parents were killed in a car accident that triggered Thunder’s amaxophobia. Loco also contains a plethora of jobs for STEM individuals.

Folla: ruled by PC Jolanda (Spinosaurus) and guarded by BI Razor, this kingdom serves as the base of the Scarlet Bandits and one of the two kingdoms that has intense crime activity. Folla is the home of the Cutello family.

Venari (east)

Alpi: ruled by PC Weiss (Libanorhinus) and guarded by BI Noah (Prolagus), it is a mountainous kingdom and popular tourist destination due to its magnificent garden displays filled with colorful and exotic flowers; many are replicas of those native to faraway kingdoms, such as the Flower Kingdom.

Baza: ruled by PC Duman (Leptictidium) and guarded by BI Buqat (Citipati), it is a kingdom filled with a lot of shopping districts, which Baza earned this nickname: “The Primus Mall.”

Viz: ruled by PC Jensey (Archelon) and guarded by BI Kati (Juncitarsus), it is the cleanest kingdom in the empire and is popular for its hot springs. Viz’s main form of transportation are boats.

Pevnost: ruled by PC Vojtech (Megalania) and guarded by BI Sashmir (Vulpes qiuzhudingi), it is also a hotspot of paranormal activity but ghosts are mostly reported as opposed to Loch’s cryptid sightings. Pevnost has a lot of abandoned castles for avid ghost hunters to explore, and the kingdom is being debated on whether it truly introduced laws to the Primus Empire first before the Henge Kingdom. But some scholars argue that Pevnost serves as the building blocks for Henge.

Lumi: ruled by PC Soila (Dire Wolf) and guarded by BI Jean (Yijenplatycnemis), it is a festive kingdom popular for its amusement park named Lightland. Lumi is also the source for Primus’ entertainment, such as theater shows and animation studios.

Joyas: ruled by PC Fabriana (Megaloceros) and guarded by BI Merald (Therizinosaurus), it is the wealthiest kingdom in the empire due to its caves containing large amounts of gold, silver, and gemstones. However, expeditions to extract these priceless minerals resulted in accidents and deaths.

Molen: ruled by PC Rein (Haast’s Eagle) and guarded by BI Lisann (Eurotrochilus), it is a stupidly windy kingdom with a predictable weather forecast. Molen also serves as a secondary base for the Primus Military and a training area for their pilots.

Drac: ruled by PC Eligio (Baryonyx) and guarded by BI Ruby, this is one of the two kingdoms with intense crime activity. It is also the base of the Cerulean Thieves.

[masked-life]

 Loch Ard Forest - Couligarten' by Damien Sheilds

[guardianhound]

 Loch Ard Forest - Couligarten' by Damien Sheilds

[overthinking0001]

 Loch Ard Forest - Couligarten' by Damien Sheilds

[mscoyditch]

The 2022 Landscape Photographer of the Year Contest Captures Stunning Environments Around the U.K.

October 31, 2022

ThisIsColossal.com

Grace Ebert

“The Sacred Garden,” Gray Eaton.

All images @ the artists, courtesy of the Landscape Photographer of the Year, shared with permission

From hazy lochs and grand mountainous vistas to water-side pedestrian paths, the 2022 Landscape Photographer of the Year contest highlights the vast splendor of Britain’s environments. Winners of this year’s competition encompass both the natural and human-made, showcasing a steam-engulfed train roaring across the Fellowman Crosses Ribblehead viaduct or a glimmering celestial sky above the limestone arch of Durdle Door.

The contest joins Network Rail for a traveling exhibition that will migrate across the U.K., starting with Paddington Station on October 31. Peruse the winning images on the competition’s site and by picking up a copy of this year’s book.

"The Fellsman Crosses Ribblehead Viaduct". Matthew James Turner.

"Durdle Door NIght LIghts". Calum White.

"Brecon in Winter". Will Davies. Overall Winner.

"Rough and Tumble". LLoyd Lane.

"Dirgelwch Penmon/Myster". Llion Griffiths.

"Regency Wharf". Damien Walmsley.

"Wild Elgol". Fiona Campbell.

"Ascsnsion". Demi Oral.

"Gannets Overhead". Thomas Easterbrook.

[mairithetree]

Le portrait de Damien Loch by mairithetree

Another character of the writer Shan Millan : the enigmatic Damien Loch :3 He’s a very mysterious guy, not completely human, and hiding lots of secrets UwU The visual inspiration for this painting was the Russian painter Ilya Repine, bestiary of the Middle Ages in France and Art Nouveau <3 

French folks, if you want to know more about the fantastic universe of Shan Millan, go visit her Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/shanmillan/

Here is another link with a summary of the story this main character belongs to : https://www.babelio.com/livres/Millan-Damien-Loch/498212

[tic---tac---toe]

Finnegan Ness

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First Name: Finnegan Erving

Last Name: Ness

Nickname: Finn, Nessie

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 25

Species: Fish man or Man Fish?

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Birthday: 10/14/1997

Life Story:

Finnegan Ness was born in Loch Ness, Scotland. His mother was a freshwater monster, who was later recognized as the Loch Ness Monster. He had lived most of his life in fear. Most humans he saw were loud and didn't seem to care about the quality of the lake. He had been first exposed to humanity's flaws when he saw them dump their sewage in the lake. Finn was justifiably furious and showed his true form to terrorize the people of Loch Ness, only to have it turn on him, making Finn the mascot of Loch Ness. He was treated like a celebrity, but he didn't feel like he accomplished anything.

He continued to advocate for the rights of the lake, only to be ignored by the Highlander Council's arrogance. He had became so furious. On one fatal night, he destroyed the entire village. He tore down homes and stores, because he was so upset by how the humans in the area treated him. He had left no one in the Highlander Council alive. He regrets his actions he inflicted on the town.

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Appearance

Eye Color(s): Blue/Green

Hair Color: Brown

Face Claim: Darce Montgomery (Human Form)

Skin tone: Green and scaly, but in human form, his skin has a slight tan.

Body type: Slim

Height: 6"7

Weight: 234 lb

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Personality:

Despite his rage, he's a very kind and soft-spoken. He wants the best for humanity and his people, and he's an animal activist. However, he's not vegan, because he is a carnivore. Pollution is the number one thing he's concerned about, and he's constantly committed to his cause.

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Good Habit(s): Kind, Caring, Participate in Activism.

Bad habit(s): Uncontrollable rage, Tends to hold Grudges.

Like(s): Water, Lakes, The Outdoors

Dislike(s): Pollution

Hobbies: Knitting, Playing the Piano.

Allergies: Salt Water

Fear(s): Cats

Strength(s): Kindness, Generosity

Weakness(es): Sensitivity

Special Powers/Abilities: Can See and Breath Underwater.

Extra:

He also has a tail, but disappears to the human eye, when he is in his human form.

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Family and Friends

Parent(s): Loch Ness Monster (Nessie Sr.), Unknown Human Man (Deceased)

Sibling(s): None

Relative(s):  None

Best Friend(s): Penelope Gossamer, Marie Sinclair, Estrella Lua.

Love Interest(s): Estrella Lua.

Rival(s): Darla Divine, Francesca Del Giudice.

Enemy: Damien Sweeney, Highlander Council

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Outfit(s):

Playlist:

[original-idiots]

Batfam Social Media: Waynes’ World YT #3

- because of popular demand they finally did a behind the scenes of dance vids Cas and Adri go around the city scouting and taking photographs of locations for the videos and then cut to them creating the choreo (sometimes with Dick or Reina or Steph) and to Adri and Damian composing, recording and mixing the songs to dance to.

- The great Gotham bake off started off as a joke. Dick tweeted he would do anything for a slice of the best chocolate cake. And suddenly the manor, his apartment and his office were receiving package after package, box after box of chocolate cake. Some were pretty good, some were downright horrible, and some were so suspicious Tim took to analyzing all of them for poison or crazy fan dna.

- the winner of best cake though was an ugly ass cake no one even bothered with for days until Jason decided to try it during a tea time video and he literally spaced out so long, Adri worried he was poisoned. Then he proceeded to scarf it down and fight off everyone who tried to steal a piece. Eventually he let them have a taste and it was declared winner. The tea time room though? Totaled.

- Bruce gave them one rule in allowing them all to go to the Gotham ComicCon. They werent allowed to use their suits. So they used each others. Dick went as Robin, pixie boots, scaly panties and all. Cass went as a Signal, Duke went as Spoiler, Steph was Nightwing. Tim deviated by dressing as Alfred (moustache and white hair included). Adri was the Red Hood and Damien would only accept Adri’s Nightingale armor.

-actually he wanted Batman but Jason stole it first. No legit, he stole Bruce’s REAL Batman suit and proceeded to brood and scowl at everything. He even won a contest for best impression but then needed a dozen throat lozenges the day after.

- during the summer of Gotham, everyone took to stripping around the manor. Yes they had centralized cold air but somehow it was still hot and everyone would take off shirts and just wear shorts and sports bras. It didnt really bother anyone except Alfred who conceded when he found the need to take off his own jacket. But then Tim and Adri went for coffee with Babs uptown. And Tim forgot they were in public and took his shirt off.

- the pics went viral for a solid 30 minutes before he took them all down...until Babs started reuploading them again.

- on Barbara’s Birthday she got tremendously wasted. Dick was right there with her, Jason was well on his way and Steph was already singing Kumbaya on the rooftop of the manor with Tim asleep next to her. Adri was holding Kate’s hair back in the bathroom and Damian went out on patrol because they wouldn’t let him drink. Meanwhile Cas and Duke took all the pictures.

- Gotham Nights 2 followed Tim, Dick, Adri and Bruce as they went on nightshifts at work. Jason was Adri’s camera man, and Cas was Dick’s for his a bust in Bludhaven. At Wayne Tower, Tim and Bruce were providing insight and facts about the company and it was going so well until a new intern spoke the forbidden words of the tower. “Sorry Mr. Drake sir, we’re out of coffee” and it all went downhill from there.

- because of how much Alfred was seen prepping snacks and readying coats in the last video, people requested to see a day in the life of the Wayne’s ever reliable butler Alfred Pennyworth. It was all really wholesome, talking about cleaning, cooking and his favorite things, until he showed pictures from when Bruce was young, and from when Thomas Wayne was young and everyone in the comics went batshit over how Alfred didnt ever age in them.

-thus the hashtag #AlfredIsImmortal came to be.

- it was Steph (off duty) who decided she wanted to go “vigilante hunting”. It was Adri, Cass and Duke that gave no arguments. Only, they didnt tell Jason, Dick, Tim or Damian who were on patrol that night what they were doing. Imagine Jason tensed up on his sniper’s nest paranoid that someone could see him, suddenly hearing. “OHMYGOSH GUYS WE CAUGHT THE RED HOOD!”

- The Solheim vlogs became a quick favorite because not only were viewers getting inside the world of the Royal Morgensonne family, Adri had brought over a hundred of the refugees of her country who were staying in Gotham back home for the Midsummer festival.

- but of course, these are the Waynes. Because Bruce gavr the private jet for use of the refugees, they took a commercial flight which got delayed. It was fine until Steph and Tim got bored and found a costume shop.

- when they go to Castle Morgensonne, Dick saw the tallest tower and decided to accept the challenge. What challenge? Exactly. He climbed it then proceeded to dive off it into the loch below. The others followed and the staff were so scared they thought there were ghosts in the tower. Until Adri climbed up there with them and yelled it’s okay. And if the princess approves, why not?

- while some of them went on a traditional Midsummer hunt with Adri and her brother the King, Tim and Duke decided to have a photoshoot in the nightbloom fields east of the castle where the grass and leaves of the wildflowers are such a dark green they almost appear black. They get incredible pics and also get incredibly lost until someone from the hunting party accidentally fires at them with an arrow, thinking they’re game.

- “Yeah, accidentally.”Jason said at the end.

-because they all watched the movie Midsomar together everyone was a little skeptical of all the flower fileds and maypole dancing and singing and Jason and Tim went full crackhead after drinking something they were offered and kept declaring they were ready to join the cult. It turns out it was just crushed beets and they were just being stupid. But Damian wasnt going to tell them that when he offered it to them.

- the Solheim tradition of black items being burned in a central bonfire commenced, Dick drank some of the “crazy juice” and Cass was crowned Mayqueen for being the best dancer.

-Duke was also given a gift because the band heard him singing along and brought him up on the stage.

-when they got back everyone realized Tim had mislabelled the number of at least five prerecorded videos that were posted while they were in Solheim and gave him soooo much shit about it he said fuck it and started numbering them with ridiculous equations, random symbols and letters or, just not at all.

-also when they got back Commisioner Gordon got jacked.

- Dick notices it one night on the roof of the GCPD, Gordon takes off his coat and the sleeves and buttons of his shirt are HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE. Batman and the Comissioner are trying to have a serious discussion and Nightwing is poking Gordon’s biceps. “When did you get these?!”

- the next day Dick invaded the GCPD gym with a camera to film him during a workout and LORD. The onlie thirst was real, Barbara found it so funny she made it go viral herself.

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Part 2

[b33sandpretzels]

aight so lets get this whole deal rolling already!

basically i got a bunch of oc's- some go through other universes as a treat/dont really have a canon one of their own

but lets go with the basic oc's that i thought the most about

[bioluminessy] yeah that's what im calling this batch of oc's (basically the glowy magic dudes all connected) JsjSHJSDDS

⚔️Kai the blacksmith (she/her),🍀Deckard Pierre the pirate (he/him) and is pan, 🌊Finley Waters the merman/loch ness monster (he/him, they/them) he's demiromantic and ace, 🎇Lucas Saylor the part firefly superhero (he/him) gay, 🌹Aaron Saylor (he/him) biromantic, Aaron and Lucas are brothers. 🍄Dew Skelton the forest monster (he/him) greyromantic/ace, 🐗Haco Key (he/him) panromantic, and 👑Payton Harp the knight (he/him) homoromantic/ace, 🌸Kaya Darrow (she/her) and trans, 🦭Pat the selkie (he/him), trans and bi, 🍂Autumn the moth creature (they/them) aromantic and enby also LOTS of aus with these guys- of which Damien, (the-moon-pal) and i talk about and create ideas for together :3 and he makes amazing art of some ideas (including one au that they're hanging with Leo and Sunny- im gonna talk more about them below) ____________________________________ aand the universe they're both in doesn't have a specific name! just been calling it the 90's time universe- self explanatory :] i just wanted to have fun with oc's in the 90's/ 80's time -the ones in here are 🪶Leo the angel (he/him) panromantic and trans masc, and 🦇Sunny the vampire (they/them) non-binary, they're best buds/act a lot as each others siblings and i do not have a tag for em yet DjHDJDHDJFJFK- also with sunnys three greaser dad figures that all basically take care of them who are named Ryan (he/him), Arthur (he/him), Tyson (he/him) tho i have more ideas of oc's that can join this universe im leaving it at those two for now till i come up with names/designs for the others!! i just know that they might not canonically with the bioluminessy group- i just think the ideas of em all hanging out would be neat :3

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aaand the bots- also doesn't have a full on name yet so they're just the bots for now ig

this one is actually linked with a universe in a story i haven't messed with in ages-and that i'll give more info on later if i remember some stuff DjdHDJDJDJ

but basically all of the story here happens in space-

and the oc's in here are Casey Cakeroll 🍰 (he/him) bi, Citrine Soursweet 🍋(she/her) lesbian, Owen the robot cowboy 🤠 (:3 haha cowboy emoji go brrr) (he/him) aro-ace, Peppy the pop mascot 🥤(she/her, they/them) pan, Sal the balloon butcher 🎈(he/him) greyromantic, and.. Nicky the slime dude 🛸💫 (he/him) aro-ace, also dami gave the slime dude to me a while ago and so i'm 💕💕 for that and def been having fun coming up with ideas for em :]

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ok! and the old ones i haven't messed with these oc's much nowadays DhHDJDDJDK-

and this universe is linked with the bots ones

but yea so Jiodihs the emotion spirit (or Jio for short) he/him and gay, Presm the time spirit (he/him) and bi, Cyrus the robot in space (he/him) aro ace, Drew the angel of death (they them) aro ace and non-binary, Sammy the shopkeep (he/him, they/them) gay, Smith the blacksmith (he/him) gay (and also in a relationship with sammy) are there

tho ngl only cyrus has anything to do with the bots and that whole story in general- but yeah :]

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i think that's about it for oc's-tho i highly doubt anyone's gonna read this far- this is for me to keep track and stuff- also i put the emojis there to keep track of where the names are- i didn't do it for some tho bc ehhh i don't talk much bout em anyways uwu

also i left some stuff bout some oc's orientations blank bc i just haven't thought of em/or just don't wanna

anyways that's it! idk how to end this post sO!

[poof]

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

No Matter What or A Deadly Combination

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst @stupidbluegirl

This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Kirby and Roddy spend a while together, even planning to fly back to Cardiff together and meeting Kirby's parents while Rod poses as just a 'close friend'.

Kirby's POV:

"Well, unless it doesn't work out that way, yeah, I'd love you until the end of time. I'd die for you, hell, I might even kill for you."

"Roddy, I fly back to Cardiff in a week, I can't deal with all this change at once, it's overloading."

Roddy instantly sat up on my lap, like an excited puppy, "I'll fly there with ya, just as friends. I've never been to Cardiff."

"Rod, if you come with me, there will be questions."

"Like what?"

"Like why I suddenly gained a male friend after talking to my mam about previous men in my life and 'that feeling when you find the one'."

"Oh, so your parents might think that I'm there for, other, reasons."

"Yeah, and my uncles live near my parents, so if you start shit, the whole of my dad's side of the family might not take too kindly to you."

"Why would I start shit with your dad?" he questioned before leaning in to kiss my neck.

"Because you started shit with Damien, and- ." I stopped all of a sudden feeling Roddy's teeth against my neck.

"Family's off limits. Damien's not your real dad." He stated flatly, switching to kissing the opposite side of my neck.

"How come you hate him so much though?"

"Because he's such a dick to other guys, he yelled at me down the phone to 'get the fuck out of' your room before he 'finds a way to end my career'."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Roddy, I'm so sorry," I whispered to him, trying to be as comforting as possible.

"ROD!" I yelped, clawing my nails sideways down his bare back as he bit against the flesh covering my collarbone, hearing him groan against my skin.

He let out another deep, guttural growl before getting off of me, "I uh, I needed that … and now I need to change my kilt, and wash it, and myself."

"There is a shower in the bathroom, and now, potentially cold coffee on top of the mini fridge and ice cream in the mini fridge." I said, getting up and looking down at the Rowdy Scot.

"How much ice cream?" He cocked an eyebrow before whipping off his kilt, and like a 'true' Scotsman, he had nothing on beneath it.

"You don't need to know and could you, at least, get in the bathroom before you show me your 'Loch Ness Monster'?" I asked, shielding my eyes.

He let out a gentle chuckle, before kissing me on the cheek, "could ya get me some other clothes? my stuff's in the duffel bag in the back of the Paul's car in the parking lot."

"Sure," I tried to sound as sarcastic as possible, "Would you like me to get you a box of condoms while I'm at it?"

He winked at me, "Only if ya want to ride the Hot Rod, baby." He gestured to his groin.

I jokingly fake heaved before leaving to get Roddy some trousers, and hopefully a pair of boxer shorts or briefs, while I'm out there.

I saw Orndorff while I was out and told him about Piper's plans to ride with me, he let me move Rod's duffel bag into the back of my D200.

Coming back to the room, I was shocked to see Roddy, fully naked with a towel underneath him on the bed, looking through my sketchbook and stuffing his face with ice cream. I practically slammed the door behind me, making Roddy jump and look over at me.

"You alright, beautiful?" He was caring, cautious even.

The blush on my cheeks was full on scarlet by this point, I'm certain. I gulped down a mouthful of air and saliva before approaching the bed and to give Roddy a pair of his jeans and black boxer briefs.

"What's wrong, Kirby?" he put everything down and stood up next to me, taking the clothing from my hands before leaning up to kiss me.

"Roddy, why are you so intent on snooping through my stuff?"

"I only look through your sketches, nothing else. I can't believe that you don't seem to show anyone else your drawings?"

"Because most of them are personal."

"Oh, like the ones at the back?"

I stared at him for a moment, "You looked at those."

"Yeah, why? was I not supposed to?"

I slowly shook my head 'no'.

He put his boxer briefs on and then the jeans before once again leaning up to kiss me, I leaned down into the kiss and put my right hand on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed, feeling his heartbeat before moving my hand down to his left hip, and lifting his leg up, supporting his weight with my left arm, I felt down to where the cut had been and where a long thin scar was forming, feeling Roddy's left hand squarely on my ass and his right hand travelling up my shirt to where my bra clasp was, before hearing a small 'thump' as the two sides of the bra separated themselves and hit my back. I let his leg down and pulled away, swiftly removing my shirt and bra and searching for a new, clean bra in my suitcase, before hearing Roddy's voice.

"Holy Mary mother of God, you're stunning." He reached out to touch me and I swatted his arm away, not wanting to end up in bed with him without knowing how deep his commitment truly was and definitely not wanting to become anybody's one night (or day) fling.

"Sweetheart." He cooed, suavely.

"Nuh-uh, hell no." I flatly stated.

"Fine, fine, you get dressed, we got a long week ahead of us."

"You have a long week ahead of you, since when did this become an 'us' thing?"

"Since I said it was, you are my lady, aren't ya?"

I blushed, hurriedly putting on a peach toned bra and a black tank top, "You, you really want me to, but you, and I, but we, we uhm, we wouldn't work."

Rod pulled me closer, kissing me roughly and biting my lower lip, "Really," His voice rough with a mix of anger and passion, "We wouldn't work." He pulled me down into another rough kiss and slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment before pulling away.

"Rod I can't just jump into a relationship."

"I understand, but you can spend at least a week with me, and that trip to your parents and then decide if you want to be with me."

"True and if you don't like my family, don't start shit, agreed."

I held out my hand for a handshake agreement and he took it.

"Agreed. which car are we taking?"

"Mine, because I won't fit in your small-ass rental." I stated, packing my stuff into my bags and lifting both the duffel bag and the suitcase.

"How did you know it was a rental?" Rod questioned, attempting to take the suitcase.

"Paul told me, oh, thank you Rod," I handed him the suitcase, "I've already put your stuff in the trunk of my car."

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Roddy?"

"Ya ever had sex?"

I blushed again, "No, Roddy."

"Ya ever masturbated?"

"Yes, Roddy."

"So, is that what you meant earlier, y'know about 'needing that release'?"

"Yes, Roddy."

We reached my D200 and Rod helped me place my stuff in the boot before he jumped into my passenger seat.

"Where we headed to, Rod?"

"New York, New York."

"Ya mean, The Garden?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Madison Square Garden, gotta be there for the twenty-third."

"Rod, that's two days away."

"I know, honey, I know." He sounded cocky.

"So, what's the plan between now and then?"

"Get a hotel room, a good hotel room, with two beds, see if you have any matches on the same card and go from there."

"Seems, simple."

"Exactly, that's why it works so well."

"Six and a half to seven hours of us being stuck in my car to go Roddy." I mumbled, just loud enough to hear as we got stuck in our first traffic jam, and just as rain clouds started to roll in.

"Wow, you are just a ray of sunshine today."

"I'm like this all the time, babe." I joked, winking at him.

"Don't make me kiss you." He jokingly warned.

"It would pass the time." I responded, matching his tone.

"C'mere ya dafty."

Rod reached over, gently kissing my cheek and placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing slightly.

"Don't, Roddy."

He removed his hand and the traffic started moving again just before the rain started.

"Oh great. Rain."

"I think rain's nice, it's calming. Y'know I used to fall asleep to the sound of rain as a kid."

"Do you want me to drive?" He offered, cocking an eyebrow.

"No," I yawned, "I'm fine."

Roddy glared at me, as if to wordlessly say, 'Are you serious?'

I pulled over and switched seats with him, quickly passing out despite the easily angered style of Roddy's driving. Rod shook me awake and I could smell the coffee in the car.

"Kirby, Kirbs, sweetheart?"

"Hmm, Roddy, where are we?"

"Uh, a service station. Off I-ninety-five. I got you coffee, a Hazelnut Cappuccino. You're favourite, right?"

"You remembered?"

"It is your favourite?"

"Yeah. Hazelnut Cappuccinos and Blueberry Waffles, best morning pick-me-up." I said, sleep still heavy in my voice.

Rod giggled slightly, quickly stifling his laughter, "Ya slept for like four hours, ya know."

"Really?" I looked over at Roddy, taking the coffee cup from his hand.

"Yeah, Kirby, about earlier … do ya want to be my lass?"

"Of course Roddy, I never wanted you to take my words as me not wanting to be with you."

"So, what did you want? What did ya feel?" He gazed into my eyes, his blue-hazel eyes meeting the gaze of my ocean blue ones.

"I was afraid, I wanted to be sure you were right for me, I pushed you away so I could be sure that I wasn't going crazy, and I-"

Roddy interrupted me by locking his lips with mine, his hand against my cheek and his body relaxed, fully letting his guard down for what seemed like the first time for him in a long time.

I closed my eyes, placing the coffee cup between my legs for a moment so I could hold Roddy's body close to mine. He slowly moved back, pulling away from the kiss. I let go of him and breathed out a heavy sigh.

"I, I needed to know that. I'm serious, Kirby, I adore ya, I've adored ya since the moment I saw your face without the mask. You're such a beautiful woman, yet you hide that beauty."

"Roddy, the universe can be ugly at times."

"I know that, I know that a little too well. God, I turn thirty in April."

"I turned twenty nine on the thirteenth."

Rod looked me up and down, taking a swig of his own coffee before saying anything else, "Ya look younger."

"Shut up, Casanova." I joked, taking a swig of my coffee

"I mean it, ya look at the most twenty-three."

"Ya kidding, really, I, look twenty-three?"

"Take it from a U.S champ."

"I've seen photos of that belt, how did you avoid stabbing yourself with it?"

"Simple," He said in-between swigs of coffee, "never bend over."

I let out a small laugh, trying quickly to silence myself.

"Ya adorable." He swooned, gazing at me.

I studied his looks once more, taking in every little detail from his hair down to his chest, stopping to look away and out of the window for a moment upon seeing a bulge form in the crotch of his jeans, hitting him in the arm and pointing it out.

"I don't control that, Lass." He laughed, grabbing my hand and interlacing his fingers with mine, kissing the back of my hand.

"Well, do somethin' about it." I whined.

"I'll do something about it alright."

"Without just putting your hand down your pants, Roddy."

"Oh c'mon." He whined

"Piper." I said, sternly.

"Trevor." He said, copying my stern tone.

"Fine," I threw my right hand up whilst holding the coffee cup in my left, "But if you're gonna do that, let me drive."

Roddy and I got out of the D200 in unison and passed each other to switch seats, with Rod tossing his empty coffee cup in a bin and climbing back into the passenger seat.

"Roddy," I started, climbing into the driver seat, "You need that release a lot, don't ya."

"I know, I'm sorry." He looked dejected, perhaps even ashamed of his bodily functions.

"Roddy, I don't mean anything bad by that," I paused for a second, adjusting the driver's seat to my proportions and starting the car, "I just, I've never known what that feels like, to need someone else's body against my own, y'know."

"So, ya never had the urge as a teen, to, y'know, 'get with' somebody?" He quizzes, looking me up and down.

"No, I would just deal with myself when I felt like I needed to." I admitted, feeling comfortable admitting this to him, not so reserved as I was when I first met him.

"Would you like to, y'know, uh, feel what it's like to be with somebody." He was obviously implicating himself.

"Are you trying to suggest something, Rod?"

"Valentine's night, me and you, we'll only go as far as your comfortable with, deal?"

"Deal. With protection."

"With protection." He nodded in agreement

The rest of the three hour drive was quite quiet, Roddy occasionally humming out tunes I remember Erik playing on the bagpipes.

Upon reaching a hotel, one that Roddy had pointed out, we got checked in and Roddy made a couple calls, and before long it was nearly midnight and Roddy had passed out, or so I thought, I took a minute to shower and dry myself off before pulling out my mask, I hadn't been wearing it for a while and I wanted to see what it felt like, putting it into it's place and hearing a faint 'I adore ya' from the sleeping Scotsman, closing my eyes for about a minute, allowing myself to let out a couple of silent tears, abruptly feeling Rod's arms around my waist and his lips on the back of my neck, whispering sweet nothings to soothe me.

END OF NO MATTER WHAT or A DEADLY COMBINATION.

[theoczone]

Name: Alistair Reuben Button

Nickname(s): Ali

DOB: 20th February 1995

Verse/Location(s): Orionverse/Bellatrix Inn, Queen’s Camp, Brotherhood of Battle

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Nationality: Scottish

Sibling(s) (birth year): Jamila Button (1986, adoptive), Elio Kohli (1988, adoptive), Mara Button (1990, adoptive), Nia Kohli (1991, adoptive), Oli Button (1996, adoptive), Ren Kohli (2000, adoptive), Connie Kidd (2000, adoptive), Harriet Button (2001, adoptive), Mike Button (2002, adoptive), Jess Button (2002, adoptive), Damien Kohli-Button (2003, adoptive), Maria Kohli (2005, adoptive), Violet Kohli-Button (2010, adoptive)

Relationships: Lauren Balfour (canon)

Bio: Alistair had been born human in the great Abernathy family. The oldest lineage of Kelpies in the highlands. It was a disgrace to say the least, but his mother kept him close. She always said he would do great things someday, even if he needed a push. The push came when he was six years old. His mother had led him out into the loch, watching him struggle to tread the deepening water as they moved further and further out from the bank. When they were out far enough she had taken his hand, kissed his forehead, and forced him under the water. She hadn’t listened to his screams, hadn’t reacted to his kicking and scratching as he struggled to try and get air in his lungs again. But it worked. The pain and suffering he felt in those moments had been enough to make his body scream out to live, to fight back, to activate his weirdness. He wasn’t a human anymore, he was a kelpie like the rest of his family. He can’t remember what happened after that moment, but when he came to his mother was gone. He was laying on the lakeside in his strange new form. That’s where he had met Hana Kohli and Amy Button. They had been kind to him, gentle as they looked him over, understanding as it took him a while to accept the magical disguise they offered him. And when he had told them he had nowhere to go anymore, they had let him stay with them. He changed his name and moved away, promising himself he would never go back. He started a new life in Rowland Heights with his family, growing fiercely protective of his siblings. Especially his brother Ren. When Ren found heartbreak, Alistair found a need for revenge. The girl who had hurt his brother had an older sister, Lauren. He wasn’t quite sure why he decided to go for her, but it didn’t go as he’d planned. It turned out she wasn’t quite human either, or at least she wasn’t after that night. He would never admit he felt bad, of course, but he couldn’t help it. He felt a sudden duty to help Lauren figure out what had happened to her and how to get to grips with it. After a while, he even fell for her. He’s not sure what his new life will bring, but he might just be happy for once.

[ala-mhinyan]

B A S I C S Full Name:  C’arha - Daughter of Noyoh Pronunciation:  Kar - uh Nicknames: Arha, Lil Lily, Pretty One, Runt, Flowery Cat, Little Sun, Gremlin, Bastard, etc! Height: 4 fulms, 10 ilms Age: 25 Summers Old ( 26 on July 30th ) Zodiac: Leo Languages: Coeurl ( Tongue of the Sun/Moon ), Huntspeak, Common, Sanskrit, Thavnairian and some Xaelic. P H Y S I C A L | C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S Hair Colour:  Chestnut Eye Colour:  Neon Green Skin Tone:  Tan Body Type:  Pear Shaped; Surprisingly Muscular and Compact Accent: A thick middle eastern accent that borders on Thavnairian and something else. Dominant Hand:  Ambidextrous Posture: Slack and lazy, appearing deceptively sleepy. OR, challenging with her chin ticked higher. Scars: Grotesque, raised lash marks ruin her back from the back of her neck down to her hips. They obscure about 85% of her leopard spot tattoos. Discoloration on the center of her chest and right shoulder from burns. Tattoos:  Leopard spots that start at the back of her neck and run to the base of her tail. They fade around the edges and do not extend down her arms or legs. Most Noticeable Features: Small, semi-round ears and a stub tail that sticks out 3-4 inches from her body. Wild, sleep mussed hair that usually goes unbrushed or uncombed. Bright, nearly fluorescent green eyes that glow almost yellow in the dark. Chun Li thighs that can and will snap your neck paired with freckled skin. C H I L D H O O D Place of Birth:  Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania Hometown:  Ala Gannha, Gyr Abania Birth Weight / Height: 5 ponze, 9 onzes ( She is the runt of the litter. ) Manner of Birth: Natural First words: “Paba.” Siblings: An older brother named C’oto and a middle brother named C’oxhi that died during the Garlean siege of Ala Gannha. The youngest brother named C’inx that was murdered a year ago by an ex-lover. Parents: C’yn was her father who also perished in the Garlean siege on Ala Gannha. C’ohna is her adoptive mother who has taken care of her since C’mayan gave her up at birth. ( C’arha doesn’t know this. ) Parental Involvement: C’arha was born of C’mayan, the tribe chieftess and previous Jali in the city-state of Ala Mhigo while the woman was on errand within the Lochs. C’mayan and C’yn, C’ohna’s husband, had very knowingly been having affairs with one another while C’ohna was busy raising the Ankobia’s children. Once C’arha was born, C’mayan panicked at the new weight of being a mother as well as having to remain the tribe chieftess and raise the next Jali--previously believing that she would be able to handle the stress. The two fled home to the village and came clean to C’ohna, who held more sympathy for the child than the two adults who had so recklessly engaged in bringing into this world. She offered to adopt C’arha under the condition that the girl never be told of the real mother and that C’mayan remain a constant in her life as an aunt and guide. C’arha grew up in a loving home, cared for deeply by her now adoptive mother and her father that treated his only daughter like she was god’s gift to mankind. C’mayan regrets giving up her child but agrees that C’arha had the best life she could have had with C’ohna as her mother.

A D U L T | L I F E Occupation: Jali/’Bardpriest’, Mistress of the Haughty Mason, Fist of Rhalgr, Drug and Weapon Smuggler, Assassin. Current Residence: A portion of her time is spend in Ala Gannha with her tribe, another portion is spent in the Lavender Beds where she hosts events for the Haughty Mason and the third portion of her time is spent between Ala Mhigo and Rhalgr’s Reach handling shipments, meeting with informants and training. Relationship Status: Polyamorous and Open Relationship ( Love is a bitter, jaded topic for her. Proceed at your own caution and expect nothing. ) Current Lovers:  Elodea Inarch and Zurri Isyal  Y’zareen Serhan and Arden Tide ( Divorced ) Damien Takayama Kaua Financial Status: Very well off. The Haughty Mason does well to put gil in her pockets. Driver’s License: She ate the last chocobo that was ‘legally’ hers. She owns a tamed coeurl. That’s enough.  Vices: Excessive Alcoholism and Drug Usage, Possessive Habits and a Penchant for Dining on the Flesh of Man. S E X & R O M A N C E Sexual Orientation:  Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic ( Aromantic Leaning ) Preferred Emotional Role:  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure Preferred Sexual Role:  submissive  |  dominant  | switch |  sex repulsed  ( Sex is the very basis of a whole truck load of trauma for C’arha. Because of this, she very rarely will engage with strangers and with cis men she MUST be the dominant leading the session. Only with extensive trust, time and patience is anything else even remotely possible. If your cis male character attempts to top her during sex she WILL get up and leave mid session. Please be advised that if you’re lookin’ for a one night stand, C’arha isn’t the one!  ) Libido: Moderate to High; Excessively High only when experiencing her heat. Turn On’s: Respect and Patience, a good and attentive listener, confidence in one’s image/personality/abilities, authority figures, physical prowess, the thrill and threat of death/excessive bodily harm, mutual understanding, a sense of humor and world experience. Turn Off’s: Disrespected boundaries, forced or assumed physical touch/affection/relationships/sex, overly macho/pushy personalities, liars, ‘hero/savior’ complexes, being made fun of for being naive/ignorant, irredeemable ignorance, pure or complete innocence, lack of survival skills and GARLEANS!!! Love Language:  Prophetic philosophical debates and conversations surrounding life. Song and elaborate dance in their honor. Gift giving of fresh flowers or sweets. Vulnerability. Relationship Tendencies:  An impossible lover to some and a breath of fresh air lover to others. She is Mother Earth and caring for you is the sunlight she needs to flourish in her own right. Her emotions are a flash flood or a desert storm, never anything in-between. She is too much and not enough. Her heart means well but trauma and so much fear make her the hardest to really get close to, to really understand how she functions. The reward, however?; The sunlight in all her infinite, burning glory. M I S C E L L A N E O U S Hobbies to Pass the Time:  Gardening, training for extensive hours or until she faints, cooking or baking to feed her loved ones, singing, dancing, exploring new areas of Eorzea/Othard and charting her progress, metalworking, getting lost in a particularly careful hunt, engaging in stimulating conversations about the universe, people-watching, day dreaming on long walks through the Shroud or the La Noscean Jungle, practicing her calligraphy and taming Coeurl. Mental Illnesses: Bipolar Disorder, Depression and PTSD. Physical Illnesses: Alcoholism, Chronic Fatigue, Hanahaki Disease and Severe Insomnia. Left or Right Brained:  Right Fears: Jauhar, drowning, being pinned by a man, letting down the pack, disrespecting Rhalgr’s will, losing Tolemy, Ayanga or Elodea,  Self Confidence Level:  Low to Moderate; She’s FANTASTIC at pretending to be confident. Vulnerabilities: All of the sexual/emotional trauma that makes romance and relationships nearly impossible, exploiting her blind devotion to Rhalgr’s Will, Tolemy, any one of her lovers or her pack’s safety and well being, any cruel injustices toward children, any cruel injustices toward anyone considered feral, exposing her false self of identity and the back of her neck. Tagged by: No One! Tagging: Anyone who reads this and would like to do it!