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[kitcatttt]

IMPORTANT.

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Kitcat/Kit/Ayah, and I’m technically multifandom? I use She/Her, but I really don’t care if you use They or He pronouns for me. I’m Panromantic, but I don’t mind minor NSFW talk, but nothing too extreme, and DEFINITELY no NSFW art.

My fandoms:

Jsab/TPC (What I mainly post about)

PA (Project Arrhythmia, a game similar to JSAB)

Undertale/Deltarune

FNAF

Splatoon

P:Muse (Mobile rhythm game)

Super Mario (any game, especially the Mario and Luigi ones though <3)

I forget shit easily, and I’m a little clueless when it comes to certain things, so please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable! I won’t be mad, that would be stupid to get mad over!

I have a TPC/JSAB discord server! Dm me for the link!

Friend list!!!

@comet--crusaders

@mfbees

@thatonepurpleshape

@happilylazycreator

@gddancefloor

@proxy303

@urtotallysanefriendtetra

@therhythmgalaxy

@jammysheadspace

@ouro-bones

@trash-jsab

@anonymously-night

@mugzymiik

@irrelevaantidiot

My TPC headcanons!!!

Character intros/bio page!!! (WIP)

Important!!!

DNI:

Racist, homophobic, transphobic, or any other discriminatory people

NSFW blogs and pro shippers

CINTAGONISUPSET AND ANY OF HIS SUPPORTERS. YOU KNOW WHY.

Would prefer if you didn’t mention these around me (ships):

TPC Cube x anyone other than Lythorus (Tied to a certain someone, but I’m kinda ok with it as long as it isn’t forced? Idk what would count as forced but Cube x Marcle feels hella forced- and just TPC versions of him. I ship HOPE Cubiris.)

Pyrare x anyone (canonically AroAce)

Circubit x any female character/oc (canonically gay)

Blixer x Wave (don’t know much about the ship, but there’s apparently something wrong with it???? Idfk-)

Spheer x anyone (even if the character is also a child. I don’t want to see them shipped.)

Circumuscle x Cirtunda (Cirtunda adopts Circumuscle in my au, plus I don’t even think they’re close in age anymore. If you find past posts of me shipping them, it was BEFORE S2 Ep 1 of TPC came out, in which my au changed)

Marcle x Squadril, Marcle x Purpex, Squadril x Purpex (Purpex adopted Marcle and Squadril in my au)

Quintagon x Cubic (Literally just DNI. Why is this a ship.)

My favorite sillies:

They’re all ocs (besides Circumsphere and Cintagon, they’re from TPC), so if you want to know more about them, ask!

My other blogs : Notice; A lot of these blogs are being transferred to an alt where they won’t be used as often, or completely discontinued to be rewritten. The ones without the @ are the blogs

@jsab-pa My Art blog!

school-love-chaos A blog themed around yandere Cintagon and Circumsphere! Circumsphere x Hexagram is there, as well as occasional dark themes, such as kidnapping, and self harm.

mistakes-were-made-jsabb A blog themed around Circumcannon’s incident, where he ended up killing his family in a fit of rage. Mentions of self harm, suicide, blood and gore, and schizophrenia.

iris-insanity A blog themed around Iris’ stress overwhelming him to the point where he corrupts. Mentions of blood and gore.

seas-and-skies-alike A roleplay blog for a JSAB oc, Morgan.

old-man-gun A roleplay blog for Cinythe, a version of corrupted Circumsphere.

@corrupted-chaoss A blog for my JSAB au! Is also an ask blog!

@lil-robo-idiot Roleplay blog for my TPC corrupt hero oc, Penl!

Any of the themes mentioned above that may make you uncomfortable are kept to a minimum on this blog, and will be tagged appropriately.

Finally, my sonas!!!!

Ayah, Pluto, and Sen!!! You can make fanart of them, and any of my ocs, anytime!!! NO NSFW ART.

I hope you enjoy your time on my blog!

[chaos-parallels]

Eyes are green. I’m blue because the Lili in P:Muse is blue and pink.

Ohh.. makes sense. My song is Goodbye Summer, Hello Winter.

[romeokenton]

[beaucaras]

What do you physically find attractive about other men? What's your type?

"I do not believe I have a type, as you put it. I like men with beautiful eyes and a wicked tongue. I like men who carry themselves with purpose. I like men with strong features, the sort that are just meant to be painted."

[gabrieldxe]

Gravy & Harvest

GRAVY: What kind of food can you not live without?

"Since I started baking - definitely pastries. I love how flaky they are. They have such a good texture and you can fill 'em with all kinds of stuff. Versatile and fantastic."

HARVEST: Do you hoard anything? If so, what is it?

"Not that I know of? I mean...maybe I've got a bit of a problem hoarding new hobbies? Is that a thing you can hoard. I've been trying to learn how to play every single sport possible."

[houndofhxll]

[ Tom Sturridge, male, he/him ] whatever you think you know about FORREST TURNER, the 32 year old, DEMISEXUAL, NEW COMER, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored HELLHOUND is often described as SELF-ASSURED + PERSONABLE, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be MELODRAMATIC + HEADSTRONG, which often has them regarded as the WAYWARD. they are a EMT at NEW HOPE HEALTH CENTER, but it’s also said they are a N/A within the N/A. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth. 

(tw for dead animals - specifically roadkill and taxidermy, near death experiences, and vague descriptions of major injury)

Name: Forrest Ashley Turner Nickname(s): n/a Age: 32 Title: The Wayward DOB: November 15th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Demisexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: EMT (Paramedic)

& Appearance

Height: 5′9″ Hair Color: Black/Brown Eye Color: Blue Distinguishing features: typically wears all or mostly black in what could be referred to as a gothic style Tattoos/Piercings: he has his ears pierced but he never wears any jewelry in them anymore

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: melodramatic, headstrong, opportunistic, indecisive, short-tempered Positive Personality Traits: self-assured, personable, passionate, creative, independent MBTI: ESTP Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

& Background

Forrest had never lived in one place for more than a few years, constantly moving around the country even as a child. His mother went through places and people and jobs as easily as most people went through paper towels or clean laundry. Home was never a place for him, he felt no deep connection to anywhere he moved save for a few years in Arizona when he was in middle school, and when his mom died the year after he graduated high school it was as if he’d been set adrift in a vast ocean with only a few tethers to cling to. 

One of those tethers was a long-time friend and “pen-pal” he’d be writing to - first on paper and then via email since it was easier than constantly updating addresses - since the age of thirteen. Their name was Sydney and miraculously he had managed to keep their contact constant even until adulthood, catching snippets of their life through hasty emails and the occasional card.  Besides his mother, they were the only person they’d known longer than two years up until her death had turned everything on its head.

His life continued in limbo for the next six months, unsure where or even how to settle down after a lifetime of jumping place to place. He stayed put in Seattle where his mother had died for a while, taking up odd jobs and trudging through life like a zombie until he saw an advert for a summer EMT course and decided to take it. As the first thing that had peaked his interest since he’d entered his free-floating limbo, it seemed worth a shot and Sydney wholeheartedly agreed when he mentioned it to them in passing. 

 The course sparked a new impulse - a drive to do something more than float. It was a new era in Forrest’s life and, much like his mother, he felt the need for a change of scenery. Moving to North Carolina to room with Sydney and finish the schooling needed to become an EMT was the best decision he’d ever made. A new tether formed to keep him ashore for the time being. 

When Syd started getting serious with their boyfriend, he moved out and got another place with a friend from work. It was a good arrangement, they both kept the same weird hours and often worked the same shifts so they were able to discuss the more bizarre cases they encountered with no preamble. 

Forrest’s roommate became another tether to keep him in North Carolina and then, he became an even stronger tether as their relationship became romantic. It was an odd sort of thing for Forrest considering he’d never really had too many romantic feelings for people previously, but he didn’t let that stop him. He was happy and content and home was a place and a person instead of some vague idea. 

(tw for dead animals, near death experiences, vague descriptions of major injury) He had been fascinated by death and the aftermath from a young age. Sure, he loved helping to keep people out of the ground most days, but the thought of dying had never been particularly terrifying. Graveyards were gorgeous memorials to what came before and he had a very similar mentality toward taxidermy. Which he picked up as a hobby in his late teens and hasn’t stopped doing since. 

He started practicing on roadkill (that he chose selectively, bc rotting animals is a no go), which was ironic considering he got hit by a car in his late twenties. For all intents and purposes he should’ve died bleeding and broken out on the side of the road, but he woke up a week later at home with barely a scratch on him and a concerned supervisor - and an even more concerned boyfriend - wondering where the hell he’d been.  (end tw)

That was only the beginning of the weirdness, however, as he began to lose chunks of time every few days and was told by friends and neighbors that he’d been seen places he didn’t remember going. It was beyond upsetting, but he kept it to himself, not wanting to lose his job or the stability he’d held onto for the first time in his life. 

It snapped his carefully cultivated tethers and sent him free-floating all over again, only this time he couldn’t mourn the loss. 

The hellhound - the entity he’d eventually come to understand was the only reason he was still alive - stayed undetectable for almost six months while Forrest tried and failed to keep himself together. His partner was worried and he was barely hanging onto the job he loved so much and when it all came crashing down, the hellhound revealed itself. At first, he was sure he’d finally lost it completely, but there were some things too real and yet too fantastical for explanation. 

Forrest moved to Creation Peaks feeling so very much like the person his mother had been - adrift, changing lives whenever things didn’t go to plan, alone. He didn’t know why, exactly, he chose that location but he had a feeling the hellhound had something to do with it. Even still, that didn’t deter him. A fresh start was a fresh start and if it meant he kept his body’s cohabitant happy, maybe that would be to his advantage. His bond with the beast wasn’t strong - the grief he felt over the life he lost too intense to allow anything but anger and disbelief, but his knowledge of it had soothed some of the wounds in his psyche. Enough he was slowly returning to some semblance of normalcy. 

& Random Headcanons 

He has a cat named Sundae. Her acquisition was not intentional but he doesn’t have the heart to tell her she’s not supposed to live in his apartment. Forrest has never had a pet before. 

A lot of his taxidermy consists of restoration of old pieces and adding a bit of whimsy to them because he thinks it’s a real shame to let them rot away in a box. He sometimes does them as commission items as well for friends or for a bit of supplemental income, but he doesn’t want to do any more than that lest his fun hobby become a chore thanks to capitalism. 

He doesn’t kill any animals for his taxidermy nor does he approve of the practice. It’s more a way to give their physical form new life and purpose once they’re no longer using it. Natural causes only. 

 His mom’s ashes are in a little necklace urn he wears around because she wanted to never stop traveling. He doesn’t wear it as much as he used to. 

He cycles between having many personal items and purging them to the kind of minimalism he grew up with moving so frequently.

& Wanted Connections

friends: friends are good, everyone needs friends

ill add more later, pls feel free to dm if you wanna come up with something together too!

[hxllxway]

Task 001: Childhood and Family 

death tw, child neglect tw

&& Defining Moment 

“Good job, bud,” his father smiled, one that actually reached his eyes, as he skated graceful circles around the rink. Nolan had wanted to play hockey as soon as he realized his father loved watching the game and the man had been all too happy to oblige when he asked him to teach him to skate. He couldn’t remember a moment when he’d been happier, he couldn’t remember a time when his dad had actually paid attention to him for so long. It was like he’d finally found the key, like he was finally good enough. He was on top of the world.

He heard a buzzing from the pocket of his dad’s nice jeans and the smile dropped from his face. Answering the phone, his attention fell away from Nolan just as quickly as it’d come, and before he knew it he was being tugged off the ice. They were leaving - a work thing, he’d been told. 

He could still feel the chill from the ice rink long into the night. 

&& Questionnarie 

Where are you from? Did you ever want to leave? Why?

“I’m from Beacon Hills. I wanted to leave all the time and I did pack my backpack and run away a lot, but I never got out of the city limits. I didn’t know where I’d go so...I just went back to my parent’s house.” 

Who was your family there? Did you have a close relationship with them?

“My family was me. My parents were there sometimes, but not enough to be family so...no, I didn’t have a close relationship with them. I didn’t want one and they didn’t want me, so it was a win-win, I guess.” 

What was your favorite activity when you were a child? Why did you like it so much?

“I liked reading a lot, I still do. You can do it by yourself and escape far away from the mundanity of life without leaving your room. It’s amazing, it was amazing. I used to spend a lot of the time at the library, my nannys would bring me there if I asked them enough times and I’d work my way through the fiction section. I think I’ve read most all of what they have now.” 

Who did you play with the most as a child? Or were you alone?

“I played most with Gabe, but I didn’t meet him until sixth grade. I wasn’t alone before then, I just didn’t have...friends. I had people I talked to.” 

Who was the most influential person in your life? Did you love them?

“The most influential person in my life was Gabe. I did love him, I guess. Love is weird, no one really tells you exactly what it’s supposed to feel like without going all wishy-washy and acting like it’s all a fairy tale. I don’t even know if I know what love feels like, but if I had to guess then yes - I loved him.” 

What was the most valuable lesson they ever taught you?

“The most valuable lesson he ever taught me was...um...you never really know all of someone. There are always some sneaky parts that people keep hidden until they can’t anymore.” 

Are they still alive? Do you keep in contact with them? If they’re not alive, what has their death taught you?

“He was dead. I watched him die. But now he’s not and I don’t know if I ever want to see him again. His death made me feel alone, his death made me want to die, but it also taught me that nothing is permanent. No one is permanent. Not even if they say they’ll always be there.” 

How often were you told “no” as a child? Did you ever listen?

“No one ever told me no. No one cared what I did, not even when I did things that should’ve been...punished.” 

What’s your biggest regret from your childhood?

“I’ll always regret meeting Miss. Monroe. I wish I’d never spoken to her, I wish I’d never told her anything.” 

What are you the most proud of from your childhood?

“I’m proud of the time I won the spelling bee and the short stories I used to write. I’m proud of teaching myself how to draw and I’m proud of myself for staying alive this long.” 

[raynedays]

Task 001: Family and Childhood

death tw

&& Parental Figure Conversation 

“I’m not going...not today,” Kaleb objected, refusing to pull the covers away from his face to meet the eyes of the woman who had given him everything. It’d been three years since the incident, since the hunters had taken everything from him and left him with a pair of red eyes and a broken heart, but it never ceased to hurt - especially not near the anniversary of their death. 

Navami gave a long-suffering sigh and sat down on the bed next to her son, for that was what he was - her smart, brave boy. “I know it hurts, my love, I know - but you cannot let it get in the way of your education. You’ve been cooped up at home for a week now, a change of scenery will do you good. Now up, I’ll make you a nice breakfast and drive you myself since you’ve already missed first period.” 

&& Questionnaire 

Where are you from? Did you ever want to leave? Why?

“I’m from Illinois. I was born in Shawnee National Park along with my brother and sisters and we were as off-the-grid as one can possibly be in the 21st century. I never wanted to leave, not as a child at least, but I did want to see the world. I’ve always had in interest in Human Geography and the variability of societal norms, it was only fitting I wanted a change of scenery every now and again.”  

Who was your family there? Did you have a close relationship with them?

“Up until the age of twelve, my family consisted of my father, my mother, my sisters Kitty, Fawn and Raven, and my brother Wren. We were a pack and we spent most of our time together isolated from the rest of the world, so I like to think we were close, though I’d say I was closest to my sisters Kitty and Fawn. Wren and I butted heads often, most frequently over my father’s comments and a fear that he was the favorite - which he undoubtedly was.” 

What was your favorite activity when you were a child? Why did you like it so much?

“As a child, my favorite activity was going to school. Most of my siblings didn’t like it much because it involved socializing with humans, but I always looked forward to it. I love learning, I still do, and there’s so much that the human race has compiled - so much that we now can build off of - I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into it all. Unfortunately, I had a really hard time learning to read so it was a much slower process than I wanted it to be until I was placed with my foster parents.” 

Who did you play with the most as a child? Or were you alone?

“I played most with Kitty and Fawn, mostly because I was tasked with keeping them out of trouble, but I did enjoy it. They’re some of the best memories I have of my life with the pack.” 

Who was the most influential person in your life? Did you love them?

“The most influential person in my life was my mother - my foster mother, Navami. She was so patient with me and she never allowed me to feel sorry for myself or to slip behind in anything, even when the tragedy of losing my family was still fresh. I loved her very much.” 

What was the most valuable lesson they ever taught you?

“The most valuable lesson she ever taught me was the power of knowledge.”

Are they still alive? Do you keep in contact with them? If they’re not alive, what has their death taught you?

“Unfortunately, she and her husband passed. Their death...I don’t think of it as a lesson, I don’t think death should ever be used as such.” 

How often were you told “no” as a child? Did you ever listen?

“As a child, I was fairly well behaved and a quick learner so I didn’t hear the word no often. When I did, though, I didn’t heed it. I liked to think that when I stepped out of line it was for good reason, alas it most often wasn’t, for I was still a child.” 

What���s your biggest regret from your childhood?

“My biggest regret is leaving my family behind while they died. I should’ve stayed, I should’ve tried to take them with me, but I didn’t. I didn’t even go back to see if the bodies were still there or to make sure the hunters didn’t take them away as trophies, but I wish I had. I wish I’d thought of them instead of my own survival.” 

What are you the most proud of from your childhood?

“I’m most proud of my academic and extracurricular achievements.” 

[ofdivinechaxs]

Task: 001 - Family and Childhood

&& Defining Moment

Liam had never wanted to see his mom less that he did right then, sitting in the principal’s office in complete silence. He didn’t know what to say and it was obvious Principal Smith didn’t either if the wary look he’d been shooting him was anything to go by. He wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow him whole so he wouldn’t have to look his mom in the eyes when the showed her the security footage of what he’d done. 

Fuck.

He’d done stupid things before, but this took the cake. He was just so...angry, and all that he could think about was how good it’d feel to make Coach hurt, to make him pay for the embarrassment he’d caused. The security cameras, the fact that it was the middle of the day - none of it had crossed his mind, and now...now he was scared that his mom would look at him and see nothing but his father. But a monster, the monster he’d tried so hard not to become. 

&& Questionnaire

Where are you from? Did you ever want to leave? Why?

“I’m from Beacon Hills, born and raised. My mom lived in Nevada for a bit before I was born, because that’s where my family’s from, but I’ve never lived anywhere else. I used to want to leave all the time - especially after my mom and my father got divorced, but now I can’t imagine living anywhere else. This is my home, this is where I belong. I promised I’d protect this place and there’s no way in hell I’m breaking that promise, not even now that Scott’s back.” 

Who was your family there? Did you have a close relationship with them?

“Well, my family’s always been my mom and my step dad joined us a little later, but yeah; I’ve always had a close relationship with them. My mom and I have been through a lot together and my dad’s always been there for me. I really lucked out in the family department, I don’t know how I would’ve turned out without them.” 

What was your favorite activity when you were a child? Why did you like it so much?

“When I was a kid, Lacrosse was my favorite thing in the whole world. My dad taught me how to play when he first started dating my mom and it’s kinda how we bonded. It gave me somewhere to put all my energy into and it was really fun. Plus, I’m really fucking good at it...so that helps.” 

Who did you play with the most as a child? Or were you alone?

“Mason’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so probably him. I’m pretty good at making friends, but like...not the kinda friends you can tell you’re a werewolf. Does that make sense?” 

Who was the most influential person in your life? Did you love them?

“The most influential person in my life is probably my dad, but there are tons of other people that come pretty close - like Scott and Mason and my mom. I do love him, ‘course I do, I didn’t at first because my mom had just gotten out of a really shitty relationship and I was convinced that he’d be the same, but I got there.” 

What was the most valuable lesson they ever taught you?

“The most valuable lesson he ever taught me is how to work for something, how to take life by the horns and keep on shit until you get it right. He tried to teach me how to work smarter, not harder, but I’m kind of a...act now ask questions later kind of person and it’s a really hard habit to break.” 

Are they still alive? Do you keep in contact with them? If they’re not alive, what has their death taught you?

“Yeah, he’s still alive and we talk a lot on the phone. Plus, he and my mom live like ten minutes away so sometimes I just go over and have dinner with them. It’s nice, I really like being so close to them.” 

How often were you told “no” as a child? Did you ever listen?

“I was told no all the time when I was a kid, but I never listened. Hell - I think most of the no’s were specially because I didn’t listen.” 

What’s your biggest regret from your childhood?

“My biggest regret is probably making things harder for my mom. I used to blow up at her all the time and she’d just...look at me like...she didn’t know what to do or how to be there for me and it sucked. She did a really good job dealing with me and I wanna take back all the times I said I hated her...” 

What are you the most proud of from your childhood?

“Hmm, I’m probably most proud of making team captain of the lacrosse team and getting a handle on my anger?” 

[fmromeo]

Intro - Romeo Romero 

Hey guys! I’m back with character number three - Romeo! This intro will be pretty short and sweet because I’m planning to flesh him out as I go, but I hope that it sparks your interest nonetheless. Thanks for reading! 

( TYLER POSEY. TWENTY-SEVEN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, ROMEO ROMERO is known to most as ROMEO. they have been riding with the diablos for 4 years. they originally from TUCSON, AZ and the RIDER is known to be very APATHETIC & WARY but the other club members will tell you they are ACCEPTING & PERSONABLE. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do THE CULT OF DIONYSUS by THE ORION EXPERIENCE is usually heard blasting. (sleeping in ‘till four in the afternoon, ouija boards and midnight ghost hunting, “work smarter not harder”, nose rings and cheeky smiles) 

& Basics

Name: Romeo Christian Romero Nickname(s): Romeo Age:28 DOB: April 23rd Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Homesexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Unemployed  Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Tucson, AZ Affiliation: Diablos

& Appearance

Height: 5′10″ Hair Color: Dark brown ye Color: Dark brown Distinguishing features: his jawline is slightly crooked and he always looks half-dead with the bags under his eyes Tattoos/Piercings: he’s got a nose ring and an assortment of tattoos scattered about his arms and torso 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Apathetic, Wary, Pessimistic, Petty, Unreliable  Positive Personality Traits: Accepting, Personable, Articulate, Clever, Protective  MBTI: INTP Alignment: True Neutral

& Background

Romeo started off life as the child of a single mother who worked full-time as a professor at the University of Arizona. She was the Undergraduate chair of the Biology department and took him to school with her as often as she could - usually over the weekends when she was getting extra stuff done or setting up her schedule/lectures for the following week. 

He was bored easily as a child and hanging out at his mother’s work didn’t help. He found himself constantly looking for things to do or ending up places he shouldn’t, but his mom was always patient with him and spent much of his early childhood humoring his curiosity. 

School bored him, too. He was one of those kids that caught on really quickly and spent the rest of the class period goofing off or falling asleep in the back. As he progressed through the grades, it didn’t get better. 

He didn’t have to try all that much to get by, he didn’t have to care. So he didn’t. He put all his energy into socializing and building a close-knit group of friends who were just as bored as him. Romeo was the unofficial ‘leader’ of said group and was the mastermind behind most of their ‘shenanigans’, still, he managed to avoid detention more than anyone else. 

When High School rolled around, his mom had had enough of working at the university and she wanted a change. A big change. They moved across country to Virginia where she worked for a research lab developing pesticides. 

While she was much happier there, Romeo felt lost - more so than he ever had before. Without his friends, he had nothing going for him at school and when his mom pressured him to start thinking about College, he blatantly ignored her. The last thing he wanted was more school even if she promised him it would be a hell of a lot less boring. 

For his entire High School career, he found himself more closed-off than anything - sleeping as much as he could and giving all of his classes as little effort as he could get away with. He was in a funk and he did a lot to try and feel something besides the nothingness that weighed heavily on his chest. 

It had always been there but as soon as his friends were taken away, he felt like he had nothing else. 

Tattoos, piercings, binge drinking, hookups - he did whatever he could think of and still the rush it gave him only lasted a few days. It felt like nothing was worth doing and he couldn’t articulate it to anyone without feeling frustrated. 

He graduated with average grades - a first for him considering his previous track record of near-perfect marks - and out of high school, he didn’t pursue higher education. Instead, he got a shitty job at a fast-food restaurant and moved out of his mom’s place to live in an apartment with three other guys he vaguely knew. 

Life went on like that for a few years - mundane and soul-crushing, that was until he found a box of old photos old his parents. His mom had never really talked about his dad but it turned out he’d been a part of an old motorcycle club in Texas before they’d hooked up. 

The Diablos. He decided he may as well go try it out. 

& Useless Headcanons 

He has two rats named Jekyll and Hyde and they are his pride and joy. He teaches them tricks and takes care of them better than he takes care of himself. They go with him sometimes, he sticks them in his jacket pockets, but he doesn’t go too far from the clubhouse in case he has to take them back on short notice. 

He’s an amateur ghost hunter and he makes the trek down to abandoned houses just to spend the night there and see if he can reaffirm his belief in the supernatural. 

He doesn’t trust the government. 

He’s got a fixation on conspiracy theories - from the absurd to the almost believable, he’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of them all. Whether or not he believes them, the world may never know. 

He’s a good person to go to if you just want to rant about something. Romeo makes a good shoulder to cry on and he’ll listen to whatever you have to say, not just because he wants to keep tabs on everyone (but that’s a big chunk of his reasoning.) 

He’s the personification of the phrase ‘work smarter not harder.’ He has laziness down to a science and does everything in his power to avoid doing things if he doesn’t absolutely have to/want to. 

He’d probably sleep nonstop if he could stand to lay in bed for longer than 36 hours straight. 

His favorite color is purple. 

He likes to listen to audiobooks because his mother used to read to him often when he was little. It’s comforting. (Plus, reading is a lot of work and he’d rather have somebody else do it.) 

[kitcatttt]

Gonna do a P:Muse stream tonight before I go on my camping trip tomorrow! Drop in!

[shilohfish]

Intro - Shiloh ‘Fish’ Fisher

Heya, I’m Ra back from the actual hell that was the past three weeks of university and ready to party. If you want to plot with Fish, give this post a like and I’ll message you! Fish is my new idiot...please love him, he tries his best. 

( ROSS LYNCH. TWENTY THREE. CISMALE. HE/HIM ) in texas, SHILOH FISHER is known to most as FISH. they have been riding with the reapers for THREE YEARS. they originally from STRATFORD and the RIDER is known to be very CRUDE & STUBBORN but the other club members will tell you they are OPTIMISTIC & SELF-MOTIVATED. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do ROCK THE CASBAH by THE CLASH is usually heard blasting. (worn band t-shirts, late night talks about everything and nothing, the smell of cigarette smoke and bubblegum, stick-and-poke finger tattoos )[ Ra. 19. EST. they/them. ]

tw: needles?

& Basics

Name: Shiloh Samuel Fisher Nickname(s): Fish Age:23 DOB: September 4th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Part-time Musician Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Stratford, TX Affiliation: Reapers - he’s been riding with them for three years, but his older siblings have been part of the club way longer so I’d say his affiliation goes way back 

& Appearance

Height: 5′10″ Hair Color: Brown/Blond/Pink  Eye Color: Brown Distinguishing features: he’s constantly changing his hair color Tattoos/Piercings: he gives himself tattoos on a semi-frequent basis - those combined with the two he’s gotten done professionally, he has at least 12 (most notably a smiley face on the inside of his wrist, a cross on his middle finger, and a cartoony fish behind his left ear) 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Insensitive, Crude, Stubborn, Irreverent, Kind of a Pushover, Idealistic Positive Personality Traits: Optimistic, Self-motivated, Loyal, Personable, Laidback (generally) MBTI: ENFP Alignment: Chaotic Good

& Background

Born and raised in Stratford, Fish has never felt the need to leave the area. It’s got everything he could possibly want - friends, family, good restaurants, a sense of adventure/danger. He’d been outside Texas twice and both were on business trips with his oldest brother - once to Iowa and once to South Dakota. He liked the snow, but everything else was overrated. 

He was kind of a shitty student. Sure he tried, but only until he got distracted by something more interesting than math or the right way to format a research paper - which was often. Fish’s attention span is all of five minutes when it doesn’t pertain to either music, fun shenanigans, or horror movies. 

He’s got six siblings and four of them ride with the reapers. The other two are either too young or unaffiliated. 

He and his siblings are really close. Actually, his whole family’s pretty close. His parents are cool and while neither of them actually ride anymore, his mother was a reaper for a period of five years before she had his oldest brother. 

Personality-wise, Fish is pretty laidback - the kind of person that would go along with his friend’s stupid ideas because they need backup. He’s a bit of a pushover, too. He likes to assume the best until the worst is proven true. 

His sense of humor is dark at the best of times and can air on the side of insensitive/inappropriate, but he doesn’t intentionally try to upset or make people uncomfortable. It’s just how he processes things, he’s got like four brain cells and they’re all overbooked so - no filtering. 

He loves music. Fish has been performing since he was 11/12 - probably in the middle of the park with one of the many bands he started, but still - and he’s actually managed to make something of a part-time gig out of it. 

His band - TBA - sometimes play in bars or...wherever the hell they can find the room. They’re pretty good if you ask Fish, but he’s biased so you shouldn’t take his word for it. 

& Useless Headcanons 

(TW needles) Fish gives himself stick-and-poke tattoos when he’s bored, which is often. He’s gotten pretty good at doing them but he’s probably not as safe and sanitary as he should be with the whole thing. He hasn’t gotten an infection yet and that’s good enough for him. 

He plays the guitar, the keyboard/piano, and he sings. 

Fish really loves horror movies, cryptids, ghost stories, conspiracy theories - anything that will give him nightmares for days, he’s totally on board. 

He’s vegetarian because he’s watched one too many of those documentaries that tall about all the unethical practices of the meat industry and how plant-based diets are much better for you. 

He loves bugs. They don’t scare him and he’s always willing to take them outside for anyone who’s actually afraid. 

Fish is constantly changing his haircolor - he mostly alternates between brown, blond, and pink, but he’s willing to branch out once and a while. 

[romeokenton]

12 Days of Christmas - Day 3: Stocking

[beaucaras]

Would you be open to finding love at the Haus?

"I'm not opposed to it."

[eoncrellin]

Intro - Eon Crellin 

It’s Ra back with my favorite garbage can of a character, Gideon, and he even has his own intro post this time. If you want to plot, pls like this post or hmu on discord and I’ll slide into your dms and bug you for plots. Happy reading, lovelies!

( CODY CHRISTIAN. TWENTY ONE. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, GIDEON CRELLIN is known to most as EON. they have been riding with the reapers for TWO YEARS. they originally from STRATFORD and the SOLDIER is known to be very RUTHLESS & VOLITILE but the other club members will tell you they are DRIVEN & RESOURCEFUL. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do LA MER by CLAUDE DEBUSSY is usually heard blasting. (claude debussy on quiet nights, cold eyes and an empty smile, rushed one-nights stands and stolen kisses, a fake ID wielded with confidence) [ Ra. 19. est. they/them. ]

TW: Child Neglect/Child Abuse, Violence, Patricide

& Basics

Name: Gideon Isaiah Crellin Nickname(s): Eon, Gid Age: 21 DOB: Febuary 12th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Pansexual, Aromantic Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Soldier with the Reapers Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Stratford, TX Affiliation: Reapers 

& Appearance

Height: 5′7″ Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Hazel Distinguishing features: n/a Tattoos/Piercings: None...yet

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Sadistic, Ruthless, Volatile, Self-Centered, Power-Hungry, Envious, Callous  Positive Personality Traits: Driven, Resourceful, Loyal (when he actually gives a shit), Charismatic, Hard-Working MBTI: INTJ Alignment: Chaotic Evil

& Background

The product of an affair between his mother and a married man, Gideon made number three in a line of illegitimate children living off the scraps of a woman in love with herself and the word of God. 

His father refused to acknowledge he existed despite the fact that he looked more like the man with every passing year. Anyone could see it - he was the spitting image and yet no one said a thing. Not once. Every Sunday he sat through a church service next to a man who’s face haunted him in the mirror and pretend he didn’t notice. Just as everyone else did. 

If his brother was driven by lust and greed, Gideon’s vices were envy and wrath. Anger planted itself in his chest even before he was old enough to understand the emotion and it only grew as it got older - evolved until it became the core of his twisted being. He wanted to sink his fingers into the almighty God his mother so desperately clung to and rip out his heart.

The kids he went to school with - his peers - they were all so shiny and happy with their semi-functioning families and new clothes. With their full-stomachs and fancy pens. He wanted what they had - no he wanted more. He wanted to be special. 

Violence was commonplace, the urge to destroy what wasn’t his. Despite what half a dozen school counselors told his mother, it wasn’t the attention he wanted, it was the revenge. (Okay, the attention played a bit of a role, but not nearly as much as they gave it credit for.) 

His mother’s answer to his behavioral issues was always the same - pray to God. Force him to pray to God, to repent for sins he was happy to commit if it meant he felt something. Something other than envy - than the sickly green jealousy tinting his vision. 

He stopped believing in God the moment he understood what kind of life he was living. As soon as he was old enough to understand that his siblings were the only ones that gave a shit about the bruises on his too-thin body, about the holes he wore through his threadbare jackets in the winter. 

If God was real, he didn’t deserve the dirt under his feet much less the churches dedicated to his greatness. Nothing satisfied him more than the thought of burning one down - of watching the beautifully crafted building go up in flames. The idea was more beautiful than any painting his brother could ever create. 

Gideon realized he was no one’s favorite the day he turned eighteen. Not even his siblings - the only people he actually cared about. They’d choose each other over him, he was sure of it, just like their mother had chosen Lucifer over him. 

Someday. He promised himself someday he’d be someone’s first choice. And he found his opportunity with the Reapers - one of two Motorcycle Clubs in the area he grew up. Once he worked his way to the top, he’d have people willing to die for him. People would be jealous of him, of his power. 

Still, even as he worked his way up the ranks...there was something holding him back. His father - the bastard who he couldn’t run away from. The man who’s features followed him everywhere, who’s reflection he saw in every mirror. So...he took care of it. 

Killing his father was the closest to heaven he’d ever gotten. The sound of him begging - forced to acknowledge the monster he’d had a hand in creating - it was music to his ears. Even covered in sticky blood and bearing a few injuries of his own, he was content. And hungry for more. 

Lying low for a time until his father’s murder blew over, Eon spent his 21st birthday sleeping in a motel and blowing a bartender for free drinks before returning home - finally back where he belonged: with the reapers. 

& Useless Headcanons 

Eon is a huge fan of classical music, especially orchestral arrangements. He wanted to be a part of the orchestra when he was younger but he didn’t have the money to do so. He even dated the first-chair violinist for a while just for the free lessons - it helped that she was gorgeous and absolutely infatuated with him. 

The only people he truly cares about are his siblings - they mean the world to him, even if he does find himself jealous of them more often than not. 

His criminal record is miles long and mostly consists of petty theft, underage drinking, public disturbance, and aggravated assault.

He’s not great at reading people and he has a hard time emphasizing, though watching his brother has helped him figure it out a bit. 

If it’s not instigated by him, he hates it when people touch him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a gentle brush of a shoulder, a friendly hug, or a punch to the face - it sets him on edge. 

He rebuilt his bike all by himself after buying the thing for cheap and scavenging for parts. It’s not perfect but he’s too stubborn to let anyone else take a look at it. 

He can’t stand silence so he often puts on cheesy cooking shows in the background before he goes to bed - it’s no one's business if he actually stays awake for hours and watches Bobby Flay kick people’s asses. 

[dxvinechaos]

judy hopps / sidney

judy hopps :: who would your muse partner up with to solve a crime?

Chano. He’s probably one of Sid’s closest friends and he has a habit of dragging the guy along on shenanigans often anyway. Who better to solve a crime with than his partner in crime?