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Original Characters

Aaron Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - Rahul Kohli & Raymond Ablack)

Age: Late 30s Early 40s Birthday: September 22nd Occupation: History Professor Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: N/a Aaron is a History Professor at the North Beach University. He enjoys photography in his free time. Avid Coffee drinker. Has a decently-sized apartment in North Beach. Older brother to Ryker Jones. Devon Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Froylan Gutierrez)

Age: 22 Birthday: February 28th Occupation: Singer/songwriter for They Might Be Wolves, plays a multitude of instruments as well. Sexuality: Demisexual/Demiromantic Canon Ships: N/a

Devon Reed is quite introverted; he and his brother Everett moved into a duplex-style apartment together as soon as Everett turned 18. Everyone is quite protective of the youngest of TMBW. He is very slow to warm up to people.

Everett Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Herman Tømmeraas)

Age: 28 Birthday: October 28th Occupation: Bassist and Lead Singer for They Might Be Wolves. Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Finnlyn Alexander

As the oldest of the group, Everett had always been the protector and fighter. He and Devon started TMBW as a creative outlet to cope with the abuse of their childhoods. Now, they are a semi-successful local band. Everett has a hard time letting people take care of him since he's taking care of everyone else.

Finnlyn Alexander: Blog (Faceclaim - Millaine Friesen)

Age: 24 Birthday: March 17th Occupation: Audio Engineer and Bookstore Cashier Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Everett Reed

Finnlyn spent the majority of her childhood in the foster care system until she was fostered by Venera's grandparents before Venera was taken in by them. Despite this, Venera and Finnlyn were never really close.

James "Dix" Dixion: Blog (Faceclaim - Max Barczak)

Age: 26 Birthday: July 25th Occupation: Lead Guitarist for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Chaotic Bisexual Canon Ships:

James, a.k.a Dix, is best friends with Finnlyn and Everett. He and Everett have been friends since kindergarten and will always follow Ev into a fight. He is often found with bruises (from the aforementioned fights) or hickies (He just likes making out with anyone and everyone). Josh is like a brother to him and will beat the shit out of anyone who has anything to say about Josh's sexuality.

Joshua Vaughn: Blog (Faceclaim - BooBoo Stewert)

Age: 27 Birthday: April 15th Occupation: Drummer for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Gay Canon Ships: N/a

Joshua Vaughn has a positive vibe bordering on the hippie of TMBW. As the second oldest, he is very protective and caring of Finnlyn and Devon. He was kicked out of his house as a teenager when his parents found out that he was gay. Dix's parents took him in, and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Leon Keane: Blog (Faceclaim - Kevin Creekman)

Age: Late 30s, early 40s Birthday: August 5th Occupation: Private Security officer Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: Venera Toth

Leon Keane is ex-military turned private security. Typically assigned to high-risk cases as a personal bodyguard until the threat is eliminated. Enjoys cooking. Rides a Motorcycle and drives a truck. He is a widower - his wife was murdered in their home while he was deployed (Before moving to America). Has a Scottish accent. Kit Hargrove: Blog (Faceclaim - Luanna Perez )

Age: 28 Birthday: June 21st Occupation: Boudoir Photographer Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Kit is a Boudoir photographer whose reputation often brings in business from out of town. She also enjoys hanging out in the North Beach University library and studying books on art and photography.

Ryker Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - ricky_aimee on insta)

Age: 25 Birthday: December 22nd Occupation: On-air personality and Board Operator for NSRB radio station Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Rides a motorcycle. Will stab a bitch. Designated drink holder at the bar. Basically, nocturnal runs the late-night show at NSRB. Younger sister to Aaron Jones. Venera Toth: Blog (Faceclaim - Holland Roden)

Age: 26 Birthday: January 15th Occupation: Book Store Owner Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: Leon Keane

Venera is the Owner and Operator of Word to the Wise bookshop. She lives in a small apartment above the store. As an aspiring author, she spends most of her free time writing. Moved in with her grandparents (Previous owners of Word to the Wise) after her parents died in a car accident.

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This is Bernard, he's blind, I've had him for approx. 5 minutes and if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in this room and myself.

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Rules & ABOUT ME

MINORS DNI this should be self-explanatory as an NSFW blog

I am not your therapist. please do not send me deeply personal stuff about you if we have zero relationships. I don’t mind hearing about day-to-day problems and if I PROMPT you to tell me what’s wrong, that’s also okay. but I don’t want to know about things that you generally shouldn’t be telling people

Do not spam me with messages. I am a busy person and I won’t be able to get to you immediately.

Do not send anon hate.

ABOUT ME

My name is James Dixion, 26, He/Him/His.

I am a menace to society, I want to be as slutty as possible.

Birthday July 25th

Lead guitar for They Might Be Wolves.

Are you the new love of my life 🥰👀

Note from ADMIN - This is an RP account, not a real person. RPs are open!

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How would your OCs react to their GF/BF having a bad day? Like really shitty rainy bad day

James "Dix" Dixion

Dix would immediately try to make you laugh. Probably telling you a story of something stupid he did as a teenager.

He's so animated when he tells you too. Making up voices, using a comb as a mustache.

"And Josh's dad was so pissed at me! It's okay tho Mr. Vaughn can't resist me, he forgave me after a week. Moved all his old trophies though."

He'll keep you laughing until your bad day is completely forgotten.

Joshua Vaughn

Josh would offer you an oversized sweater and some boxers while he washed and dried your clothes. No one wants to hang out in sopping wet clothing on top of their already shitty day.

"Tell me about your day, baby."

He'd just sit and listen to how shitty your day was. Once you tired yourself out he'd ask

"Do you want a ride home or a sleepover, baby?" "Sleep over." "Yeah, I figured. Up to bed, I'll tuck you in."

Everett Reed

Everett would be so pissed on your behalf.

"Next time you tell Patricia from accounting that if she has a goddamned problem then she can take it up with me. What the fuck is she talking about? 'yOuR sLaCkInG'. Shut the fuck up Patricia."

He'd be pacing back and forth cursing out whoever made you cry.

Devon Reed

He'd see your tears and your soaking wet clothes and immediately pull you into a hug.

"Do you want to vent, be distracted, or have a problem solved?"

Whatever you decide he'd be all too happy to help.

He'd cuddle you the whole time too, helping you relax.

"Do you wanna hear a new song I wrote?"

Ryker Jones

"What's wrong? Talk to me."

She'd listen as you talk about the shitty Karen who ruined your day, massaging your scalp.

She'd have to resist the urge to hunt down that Karen, but ultimately she knew that it wasn't something in her jurisdiction.

She'd give such light kisses all over your face, helping melt away the stress.

Ava Reyes

Runs you a bubble bath with nice-smelling candles and makes your cocoa.

"Listen, they can only bother you if you let them. At the end of the day, they are just bitter. You are stronger than them for not reacting out of aggression or jealousy."

She'd definitely wash your clothes for you and provide some nice PJs to sleep in.

"Do you wanna watch a movie with me?"

Magdalyn Rose

She'd take you in her arms and soothe your crying.

"Come, my love, prep breakfast for the shelter with me. Cooking is as good as therapy, no?"

You would act as her sous chef as she instructed you on prepping the meal.

The longer into the meal prep the more your worries were forgotten.

She served you up some nice hot biscuits for dinner, instructing you to eat.

If you crashed out at her place, she'd take you home in the morning.

Aaron Jones

If you came to Aaron after your bad day, he'd pull you to his reading nook, serve you up some coffee and sit with you while you talked about it.

"Feeling better?" "A little." "Good. You're not allowed to be sad in my presence. Only happy thoughts."

He'd kiss your forehead, pet your hair.

"How about I make you forget your worries?"

Samuel Lowe

Sam would cuddle you, let you cry it out.

"Let's watch a movie. You can tell me all about it when you're ready."

He's very patient, but usually very tired. He'd want you to talk about it, but knows patience is key with you.

"Can we just go to bed, please?" "Of course. Anything to make you feel better."

Greyson Reyes

"You know, typically I'd think your tears are hot, but I don't think that'd fly in this situation."

He'd sit you on his lap and soothe you. Offer his advice.

"You need a hot meal and to rest."

He'd check on you throughout the night to make sure you were sleeping peacefully.

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They Might Be Wolves.

They Might Be Wolves oc blogs just dropped

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MEET THE BAND

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Awful Heart - Dwalin X Reader || Part Three ||

Summary: Being a live engineer for Poor Impulse Control, you usually don’t get a lot of attention. However, playing at seedy bars and the growing popularity of the band has caught the attention of some man - a stalker. With no idea who he is and his notes coming more frequently your production manager thought it’d be safer to hire a bodyguard. (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1,788

Date Posted: 05.01.2020

Note: Y’all I’ve been on a roll with this series that nobody wanted. I am rolling. Rolling. Guys. I can’t. 

|| Masterlist || Part Two || 

Dwalin was up early the next morning to make sure that the contract would make its way back to Erebor. Since the tour officially started last night in the Band’s hometown, Dwalin thought it’d be best if he made sure you got home safely last night followed up with a promise to meet you back at your apartment in the morning.

“So you’ve worked at this bar before?” Dwalin asked as he prepared to ride with you to your apartment. 

“Yeah, all the time. The owner is an old friend of Aaron’s so he lets us play for a discounted price.” You shrugged. 

“So it’d make sense if your stalker was a regular patron then.” 

“I really don’t want to talk about that.” 

Dwalin shook his head. He could understand why you didn’t want to talk about it, but not talking about it wasn’t going to fix the problem. 

As early in the morning as it was, you were awake when he arrived. In fact, you had already packed by the time Dwalin knocked on your door. 

“Morning,” Was all you said when you opened the door. 

“Morning.” Was all that was returned. 

“The bus will be here in fifteen minutes. It’s good that we had the sense to pack everything in last night.” You set your bag down and stretched. Dwalin had to restrain himself from eyeing the sliver of skin that showed just above your pants. Be professional, he chastised himself. He wasn’t a blind man, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t control himself better than a teenage boy. 

It was quiet for a long time while you waited for the van to arrive. Your neighbor passed by quietly with his dog, bidding you a good morning. 

“You’re sure there’ll be enough room for me?” Dwalin asked, interrupting the quiet of the morning. 

“There’s gonna have to be. Aaron hired you along.” You shrugged, then noticing his frown you continued, “We have a big van. You’ll be fine.” 

The van in question was actually Josh’s old van. She was sturdy and she’d get you where you wanted to go, but after all these years, she needed a little TLC. You settled into the van with ease, ending up in the middle row while Everett, that ass, laid across the entire back seat. Up in the front passenger seat with the same fluffy blond curls and boyish smile as ever, was Dix. 

“Hi, Dwalin right?” He reached a hand out. “I’m James Dixion, though most everyone around here calls me Dix. You can too if you’re cool. I’m the lighting tech. I see you’re already well acquainted with our lovely little Y/n/n.” 

Dwalin nodded, letting Dix do most of the talking. 

“Driving is Joshua Vaughn, he is our drum tech. This sack of shit van is his.” 

Josh reached over and smacked Dix across the head with the back of his hand. 

“Ignore him,” Josh said, flicking some of his shoulder-length brown hair over his shoulder, glancing at Dwalin in the rearview mirror. “He’s jealous that his tiny dinky car couldn’t make the cut.” 

“My dinky car is perfectly fine!” 

“We are not putting six people in that tiny car.” 

“Six people?” Dwalin asked. 

“Oh yeah,” Dix continued. “Aaron will be joining us whenever he gets too annoyed at Ryker. Whom you’ve already met, and the girls Magdalyn Rose, Ava Reyes, and Juniper Drake.” 

“Why would he be getting annoyed at Ryker?” 

“They’re siblings,” You explained, “Ryker and Aaron Jones. When the band started getting big, Ryker turned to her brother to help her manage gigs and now he’s the production manager.” 

“Can you guys quiet down, I’m trying to sleep.” Piped up the voice from the back seat. 

“And that lazy lump back there is Everett Reed. He’s our guitar tech.” Dix finished off the introductions. Everett lifted a hand over the back seat, flipping off Dix. 

It was at that moment that Dwalin realized he’d be spending a lot of time in this van and he wondered if signing up for this was really worth the paycheck. Then he saw your smile, and how much you loved these boys. So he settled in and dug a book out of the bag that he’d brought. 

It was quiet for a long time, Josh and Dix talking amongst themselves in the front while Everett’s light snores served as ambiance. You studied Dwalin for a moment, growing bored of staring out the window or giving Josh and Dix a reason to argue. 

Dwalin was leaning back against the bench reading The Art of War. As big of a man as he was the book looked small in his hands. His beard was long and rough, but well kept at the same time. 

“You’re staring again.” He said, barely taking his eyes off his book. 

“You remind me of a bear.” You commented. It wasn’t a big deal to you, lots of people reminded you of animals. He just rose a brow at you, huffed, and went back to reading. 

. . .

Several days went on like this, long days in the van driving to the next location for the next gig. Then it was up again in the morning and off to the next show. Switching up whoever was driving whenever the person in the driver's seat got too fatigued. Days felt like years in the van, everyone getting a little stir crazy, knowing that their only breaks were stops for meals and the restroom. 

“Y/n/n,” Dix whined from the middle seat. You were in the back by yourself stretching out your legs while Everett drove. “I’m bored.” 

“You’re kinda S.O.L then, aren’t you?” You rose a brow at him. 

“Play something.” He pouted, turning his brown puppy eyes on you, “Please?” 

You sighed, leaning over the back seat and opening up the guitar case you had stashed back there. Pulling out a beautiful electric guitar that looked like the night sky, and a small battery-operated amp that you could plug directly into your guitar. 

“What then?” You asked, strumming a few chords to check the tuning. 

“You can play the guitar?” Dwalin asked. He wasn’t much for talking, but a few things he wanted answers to. 

“Yeah,” Dix grinned, “She taught Ry everything that she knows. Though, Ry did always have the voice for this. Y/n/n should be in the band in my opinion.” 

“You know that that’s not happening, Dix.” You shook your head. “I don’t like attention.” 

“Which is kinda ironic when you think about it.” The blond mused. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

. . .

The more Dwalin learned about you, the more he wanted to know more. You didn’t like talking about your stalker or why Dwalin’s services were needed in the first place. You would simply refuse to talk about it. He’d thought long and hard on the situation at night while you slept, leaned against his side. 

“We’re here, everyone,” Aaron pulled to a stop alongside another bar. A light sleeper yourself, you woke at his words, but Josh and Everett took stronger efforts. 

“The Royal Growler?” Dix snorted incredulously. You sat up in your seat, taming your hair before climbing out of the van, happy to stretch your legs after a fourteen-hour drive. 

“I’m gonna go introduce myself to the house guy.” You told Aaron, knowing that he’d be following close behind, along with your mountain of muscle that he hired. 

“You too, Big Bear,” You didn’t need to say it, but you wanted to see if you could get Dwalin to squirm. He didn’t outwardly squirm, but squirm he did. Big Bear? What the hell did that mean? He hated it but at the same time, it didn’t sound so bad coming from you. So he followed, he was going to regardless, but he followed in shock. 

However, soon enough your crew was cleared to set up. Each one of them was happy to have the chance to actually use their muscles, including you. 

Dwalin was beginning to love watching you work, watching you carry and move all of these heavy boxes, upwards of seventy pounds apiece. It didn’t help that today your muscled legs were exposed due to your shorts, and suddenly Dwalin felt like a teenager again. You were under his charge, he shouldn’t be looking at you like you were available to him. You weren’t available to him. You’d never be. It wasn’t appropriate. 

Everett brought back Mexican food. 

“I wasn’t sure what to get you, big guy, so I got you the biggest thing I could think of.” He handed a bag to Dwalin, “Tonight’s not gonna be much fun on an empty stomach.” 

Dwalin watched on as Everett turned his attention to you, handing you a styrofoam box of your own. “For you, Little Mamma.” 

You did a little dance in your spot, excited at the prospect of digging into your duo beef and cheese enchiladas. Now that wouldn’t have impressed Dwalin in the slightest if it weren’t for the fact that it also came with rice and beans. It seems that Dwalin wasn’t the only one who could pack away food. Is it bad that he found that attractive about you? 

And soon enough the lights were down, the alcohol was flowing, and the crowd was beginning to thicken. Dwalin stood close to you, on one hand, to keep the drunks away, on the other because he wanted to be close to you. 

You didn’t mind really, he gave you enough space not to crowd your work, and you knew he was watching out for you. When the bar got hot, he’d shrug off his leather jacket, and when you weren’t admiring the muscle in his arms you were admiring his sleeves of tattoos that ran down his arms. 

The tattoos weren’t as hardcore as you expected. One arm was a mountain range and a forest, beautifully done. You almost couldn’t believe that it was ink on skin. The other, clockwork and skulls and flowers. Edgy but soft, and you had a sneaking suspicion that this grouchy mountain next to you was just like that. 

Then the crowd was gone, like a whirlwind, and things were being packed up. You could hear some party song playing loudly at the other end of the bar, but that didn’t matter because it was the end of the night and you were ready to pass out from exhaustion. 

Then the bar owner arrived and handed you a note. 

Just a small scrap of paper. 

Did you miss me these past few days? I missed you, beautiful. 

I’ll see you at the next show

- N

tags: open || Part Four || 

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Walking into a fandom in the middle of drama is kinda odd. Please enjoy aesthetics I made for my Side Characters in Awful Heart

Ava Reyes:

Magdalyn Rose:

Juniper Drake:

Ryker Jones:

Aaron Jones:

Everett Reed:

Joshua Vaughn:

James "Dix" Dixion:

Anyway, continue.