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[Dashou]

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CURRENT ROLEPLAY STATUS: Currently hashing out ideas with potential partners.

Hello, my name is Dashou. Welcome to my request thread!

What I Expect (A.K.A “Rules”):

- Long term
- All characters 18 years+
- At least 3 paragraphs
- Plot > Smut
- Spelling & Grammar (I know we aren’t perfect, so mistakes are okay.)
- M/M
- Third Person
- Real/Anime Pictures (Just no super popular celebs/outlandish anatomy for anime pictures)
- No Dom/Sub battle (I prefer characters who can switch for the most part)
- Threads Only RP
- Real-Life Gender doesn’t matter to me
- Collaborating (I like using PM’s to flesh out details for RP’s and talk general nonsense!)

Otherwise, please be kind. We all have things we are going through in life. 

Do not post in this thread, please PM me for roleplays.


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Examples:

Birds of a Feather (Mael x Dashou)

As he approached that painting, there was a brief moment where Icarus noticed that his question was already answered, a small section of the painting left unveiled by the curtain that draped it. There wasn’t too much to go off of, but it looked like there was indeed still a painting attached to the frame. Although it was getting hard to tell what colors were what with the constant auras sweeping across his vision, he could see that there was definitely a figure in the corner of the painting. It was a bit dark, too, but a defined shoulder could be seen wearing a very regal looking robe—a dark emerald like with gold cuffs around the hands. But that was all he could see within the acrylics and now as his hand reached out to grab that fabric, Icarus’ curiosity had him drawn to what the rest of the painting must have looked like. After all, if this was a picture of the royal family that once lived within these very walls, then Icarus definitely wanted to know what they looked like as he had never actually seen any paintings of them before. Which was odd because it seemed like everyone but him knew about the royal family.

Just as he was about to pull the curtain off to reveal the rest of the painting, a voice from behind him caused him to jump in his skin, those undressed wings ruffling in surprise…. But before he could even take his eyes away from the frame to look at the Crow behind him, the breeze caused by Atticus’ wings caused the curtain to shift. And in that brief moment, he saw something more. Although he didn’t quite realize what it was yet, those peacock eyes finally stood at their full length around Icarus’ neck and, consequently, watching Atticus as Icarus pulled the rest of that curtain off.

The Royal Family.

In the top right corner stood a very tall man. He had black hair, much like Atticus’ own, which was neatly combed back, but also some facial hair that framed that jawline. His skin was pale, unlike Icarus’ which had seen a lot of sun growing up, but it seemed to influence his appearance of royalty. More than the cobalt and emerald armor that adorned the man’s entire body. His gaze was strong, too, a powerful shade of emerald looking right back to Icarus as he stared at the painting. To the man’s left, was a beautiful woman, dressed in an amethyst and cobalt grown that seemed to continue out of the bounds of the frame. Almost similar to the length of her pale brown hair which dropped and vanished behind her shoulders. Her eyes a cobalt, though much softer as their attention was drawn towards whoever had painted this portrait. To the bottom left and right were two younger looking boys, perhaps in their later teenage years that stood just as straight as the man in the armor. Their clean cut hair a similar shade of brown to the woman in the painting, though their eyes were deep emeralds like the man’s. They wore the deep emerald and gold robes that Icarus caught a glimpse of before. At the very bottom of the painting, in a gold inlay within the wooden frame, was etched, “King Aurelian and the Royal Family.” 

Already his body was trembling as his eyes took in the large painting before him, but it was because he couldn’t register what he was seeing. Although the woman’s wings were a subtle shade of browns and light blues, all the three men in the painting shared rather familiar colored wings. The very same color, the very same luster, the very same pattern as the wings that now began to stretch out behind Icarus. Wh-What is this? The auras continued to grow worse, as those eyes finally dropped to notice that, in the center of the frame, nestled between the two younger teens, was a small child. A black, scruffy-haired kid with bright cobalt eyes that seemed to stare. To stare right at Icarus. Staring back, Icarus could feel his body start to grow tense as his headache became excruciating, those colorful auras shrouding Icarus’ vision and then—

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Bam.

Sitting up with a start, a young child with a mess of bedhead looked around the dark bedroom in a sleepy stupor. Those tired eyes barely open as they fell upon two identical, but older boys who were also very much awakened by the noise. The young boy was already starting to go back to sleep when another loud crash caused him to jump to his feet, those bright cobalt eyes wide with fear. Clambering off of his bed, the boy ran straight to the nearest occupied bed, climbing right up onto it and grabbing the occupant’s side. ”Kreios, I’m scared,” the young boy said, his already quivering voice barely above a whisper.

Kreios, who was equally confused by the ruckus, looked down at his younger brother at his side and quickly wrapped his arm around him, pulling him closer. ”Don’t worry, Peregrine, I’m sure it’s nothing, right Amias?” The brother responded with a look aimed at his obvious twin in the other bed, hoping the other would at least back him up in calming the young Peregrine’s fears.

Looking back to his twin, Amias was already on his feet and walking to the door to their room when he heard his name. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder, he’d give a less than confident smile in their direction before returning his gaze upon the door. ”Yeah, it’s probably a maid. Maybe they accidentally knocked something over,” Amias guessed, although there was a sense of dread that was causing his skin to prickle.

Picking up on his twin’s discomfort, Kreios looked back to Peregrine and pulled him into his lap, hugging the boy tightly. ”Yeah, probably a maid.”

Looking between his brothers, Peregrine could tell that something was wrong. He knew them well enough to know that they thought otherwise. However, considering they were the older ones, he had to place some amount of trust in them knowing what they were talking about. Still, he couldn’t help but frown as Amias approached the door cautiously.

The teen had started to lean his ear against the door to see if he could hear anything, but that wasn’t necessary as the following succession of crashes and shouts were more than enough evidence that something was very terribly amiss. Quickly backing up, Amias ran over to a wardrobe in their room, and from atop it, pulled off a sword that was given to them in case of an emergency. He didn’t know if that was what this was, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

The sight of his brother pulling the sword off of the wardrobe was enough to cause Peregrine to start crying into his brother’s chest. ”I want Mama!” He sobbed, his little fingers clenching onto the fabric of Kreios’ silk pajamas.

”Shh, please don’t cry, Peregrine. We will go see mom, alright?” Kreios cooed, brushing his brother’s head as he started to stand, picking Peregrine up in his arms.

Just as they began to step over to the door where Amias was standing, sword held tightly in those hands, the door to their room suddenly flew open with a loud BANG! All three of them jumping in fright as instead of a familiar face, a complete stranger dressed in all black stood there, a short-lived look of surprise on his face as his gaze fell on the three young royals.

”Who the hell are you?” Amias loud bark quickly broke the stunned silence, stepping in between his brothers and the man with that sword at ready for a fight.

Cold, dark eye shifted to Amias, an amused, yellow-toothed grin stretching on his face. ”Nice sword, kid. Want to see mine?” Stepping into the room with a chuckle, the man raised his own sword that he had been holding at his side, the large blade pristine and most importantly, very sharp. Although dark, the three young royals could still see their faces of fear mirror in the shiny metal. Then with a shout, the man brought his blade down upon Amias, who, having been taught to use a sword, raise his blade up in defense.

”Kreios, get Peregrine out of here! Go find mom and dad!”

”But, Amias—“

”GO!”

Hesitating for a brief moment as he stared at his brother in shock before down at his trembling little brother. Then, strumming up his courage, Kreios started for the door, only to be met with the bottom of a heavy boot, sending him flying right onto his backside with a loud yelp.

Setting his foot back down on the ground, the stranger almost looked bored, obviously needing to use very little effort to keep these young kids at bay. Although apparent the one with the sword did have guts about him, he knew they were no match for him. He almost felt a little bad for these kids knowing they were about to meet their deaths, almost. With a quick twist of his blade, Amias’ blade was quickly knocked out of his grasp and sent flying across the room, luckily not hitting Peregrine or Kreios. However, now without a weapon, Amias was defenseless against their attacker. It was almost as if time had slowed down and the two brothers watched as a blades edge dug deep within Kreios’ throat until it was being ripped out, causing a splatter of blood to be flung across the room, and consequently against the two, very terrified brothers.

Immediately, Peregrine was wailing at the top of his lungs as Kreios cried out for his brother who dropped to the ground with a thud, choking on his own blood that starting to pool around his head. His body being thrown into seizures, those fading emeralds looking at the man standing above him, and the crest on his chest, in surprise.

Looking at his blade for a moment in awe, the man would admire the dark crimson staining what had been a neatly polished blade before looking at the two remaining boys with a smirk. ”That was a bit disappointing, wasn’t it? I was expecting more of a fight,” the man commented, glancing down at the dying Amais before raising his sword again. ”Oh well. No hard feelings right?”

Choking on his own breath, Kreios quickly rolled out of the way of the incoming blade, watching the metal embed itself into the wooden floor a good inch or so. As the man started to pull the blade out, with a grunt, Kreios quickly pushed Peregrine out of his arms. ”Peregrine, get out of here, now!” His voice cold and stern before his attention quickly refocused itself on the immediate danger in the room. Not knowing what he was facing, the brother took the opportunity to take the blade of Amais, and got up to his feet in time for the man to swing his blade towards him. Narrowly deflecting it, the sound of screeching metal pierced Kreios’ ears. Pushing the blade away with his own, Kreios let out a cry of anger, his feelings running awry as he swung the sword at the stranger who took a step back to avoid getting hit. ”Peregrine, leave!” The boy barked once more before deflecting another attack.

Although he backed up to the edge of his bed at the first command, which lay against the furthest wall in the room, he couldn’t find the bravery to move a single inch further. His whole body frozen in terror at the nightmarish sight of Amais’ body which had finally stopped seizing, and his own brother who struggled to keep up with the strength of their attacker. Poor Peregrine, only at the young age of six, could only bring himself to do one thing, which was to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on, he didn’t understand why they were being attacked, and he didn’t understand why this man had to kill his brother. He didn’t understand a lot of things but he knew that he wasn’t nearly as strong as his brothers. So who could have blamed him for being unable to grant his brother’s wish?

Unfortunately for Kreios, the fight lasted longer than that of his twin’s, but blindsided by his own emotions, met his own death soon after. The blade digging deep within his stomach, cutting through the pajamas that offered no protection against the blade. Then, just like his brother, almost as if it was his own card, the man brought that sword right to his throat, causing Kreios to fall not far from Amais still body.

Giving a slight huff as he’d bring his sword upwards to rest on his shoulder in all its bloody glory, the man looked at the last remaining royal in the room—Peregrine. The small boy was so afraid that he couldn’t even manage to cry for help. Stepping over the bodies of the twins, the man would stop a good foot or so away from Peregrine, watching as a very apparent puddle began to around the child’s feet. ”Tsk. That isn’t very royal-like, is it, kid?” The man scoffed, pulling his blade from his shoulder. ”This one’s for the Crows!”

A loud shriek assaulted the man’s ears, and it wasn’t from the tiny boy cowering at his feet. Turning around, the man’s face paled when in the doorway he saw not only the queen standing there, looking like she was about to collapse at the sight of her two boys in a pool of blood, but the king himself with fury in his eyes, who wasted not a single second with a blade in his own hand. He had charged him so fast, by the time the stranger could even pull up his blade to defend himself, the king’s blade returned the favor, and with one clean sweep, the man’s head fell to the floor, his expression frozen in shock.

As the head fell to the floor, followed by the even heavier body, the sight of Peregrine standing there with his hands over his eyes was a single breath of relief from the frantic parents. Dropping his sword for a moment, the king quickly lowered himself to his son’s level and pulled him into a strong hug. ”Peregrine, oh gods, you’re alright,” the king spoke, his own voice shaking a little from the adrenaline rushing through him. Grabbing his sword in one hand, and Peregrine with the other, the king would stand up and turn to his wife, who quickly ran over and took Peregrine from his arms so she could immediately begin showering the frightened child with kisses.

”Oh Peregrine, my darling, I am so sorry we couldn’t get here fast enough,” the queen spoke, her heart hurting too much to look at her other two sons in their current state. Having been holding them in until now, the woman had begun to cry herself, stepping over to her husband who quietly pulled the two of them in close.

But the nightmare wasn’t yet over, and even if Peregrine didn’t know that, the king and queen did.

Pulling away, the king gave his wife and child a sad smile before looking towards the door. The sounds of crashing, shouting, foot falls… all could be heard and were only growing louder. Looking back towards his wife, he reached around the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss before giving the top of Peregrine’s head a kiss, too. ”Adelaide, it sorrows me but please, get out of here safely,” he instructed, giving her a knowing gaze.

”I promise, be safe alright? I love you to the moon,” Adelaide said, giving her husband what may have been their last kiss before they parted.

”I love you, too. Always,” Stepping away from his wife and child, he gave them a good long look before turning and making his way out of the room and towards the fray, leaving the two to make their way down a separate hall, towards what the queen knew was their only chance of survival.

Throughout the palace walls there were intricate tunnels that were created in case of dire emergencies such as this. As they approached an entrance to said tunnels, which was unveiled with a notch in the wall that lifted up like a hatch, Adelaide set Peregrine on the ground and started to try to usher the boy through first. Knowing the fate of her two other children, she couldn’t live without at least seeing her youngest get through this awful nightmare. However, it worried her gravely to see that Peregrine wasn’t budging on his own, too afraid to separate from his mother. By chance, the woman had looked down the hall, perhaps in a desperate attempt to think of some conclusion when there he was.

A young Crow stood there in the hall, staring at the two with wide eyes. The boy couldn’t have been much older than Peregrine himself and, upon looking at his wings, the queen’s gaze softened. She didn’t really know why but there was a maternal instinct that made the queen want to protect the child, despite knowing that the boy was somehow tied into the raid on their home. That was exactly it though, the boy was but a child… and what harm could he have done? As far as Adelaide was concerned, the boy didn’t appear to be carrying any weapons.

In any matter, she didn’t have much more time. The sounds drew closer which meant that anyone could have found them at any moment. So whether the boy had any intention of helping or not Adelaide addressed him and entrusted him with her most precious cargo.

”Help him, would you?”

Thankfully, the boy seemed to come closer and not waiting for an answer, she picked up Peregrine and handed him over to the young Crow with a sad smile. ”Quickly, through the tunnels, you will find an exit. Please, please help my son,” she begged, before hearing an even louder clashing of swords and with a gasp, she quickly pushed the two further into the tunnel and shut the hatch behind them.

The last thing he saw was the feet of his mother before the hatch closed behind them. Those tear-filled eyes looking at the entrance for only a few seconds before quickly burrowing his head in the nook of the Crow’s neck. The soft cries still audible from the young fledgling, his fragile down-filled wings pressed tightly against his back as the boy carried him through the tunnels. True to his mother’s words, they found an exit, but not into quiet safety, but an even more hectic room filled with panicked maids, both harmed and unharmed as they tried to figure out what to do with their lord’s palace under siege. Unfortunately, in their panic, one crashed into the two, sealing the two young bird’s fates. One pushed near a kettles lingering flame, and the other sent crashing right up against the stonework wall. Before either of them knew it, one fatally injured maid, having sworn her life to the family of the palace, noticed the young prince and immediately whisked him away, out the back door of the servant’s quarters that led out into the snow draped gardens.

Luckily she had managed to escape the confines of the palace without being spotted by their attackers, but she knew she couldn’t stop there. So she kept running, clear into the woods that were behind the castle. After what felt like she had been running for forever, the wound, a large gash across her side, was catching up to her. The maid looked down to the wounded, unconscious Peregrine in her arms and quickly patted his face with a hand that cradled his head. ”Peregrine, wake up…” She begged between heavy pants, her pace starting to slow down drastically. Not getting any response from Peregrine other than a brief flutter of those eyes, she tapped again, this time more frantically, finally coming to a stop in the thick of the woods. ”Wake up… Peregrine, wake up,” she asked, this time a little louder as she dropped to her knees, too exhausted to run any further. The snow around her turning redder as she held Peregrine close, tears streaming down her face, worried she may have been too late. Either way, she knew it was too late for someone. She was dying and she knew it. ”Wake up…” She pleaded one last time, before finally collapsing, the boy landing in the snow besides her.

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As Icarus found himself consumed in auras, his body was thrown into a severe fit. One of his worst, in fact, although he didn’t realize it because moment Icarus lost the fight, the light in those eyes were out and his body was soon taken over by involuntary twitches. His eyes, though remaining opened and stuck in some sort of trance on the painting before him, were shaking. This was matched with his wings which seemed to be the second most prominent source of trembling and twitching even though they were stiff to the touch. His hands, too, were tense, stuck in a claw like state at his side besides the one that remained in a death grip around the curtain. Loud whimpers of pain forced their way through a clenched jaw and pressed lips. Luckily those legs seemed to continue to hold the man upright throughout this severe seizure which lasted for a very long three minutes before somewhere between the third and coming into the fourth minute, Icarus fell out of his episodic fit.

As the flashback ended, everything went black and his legs lost all their strength, causing Icarus to fall backwards, his body released of the grip it had been in. Unfortunately, as Icarus’ pulled through back to consciousness, it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t entirely back. Not yet. Eyes wide in terror as he came back to reality, his eyes flitted around the room as the recollection started to come to him. Instead of the cluttered storage closet it had become, Icarus could see what the room had once been. His. His breathing started to pick up, those eyes starting to flood with tears, staining his already reddened face. He could see every piece of furniture where it had once rested, the colors that were once there, and the people. Two identical boys that stood there, frozen in time one moment, Amais holding a sword towards the door and Kreios holding an empty space of air where he had once sat. Then in a second both the twins were on the ground, covered in blood that started spilling out across the floor.

Hyperventilating now, Icarus started scooting himself away from the imaginary bloodshed until his back hit a wall. Those wings starting to cocoon his body as those eyes tore away from the bloodied floor to see the Crow, in place of Atticus. Seeing this and recalling the nightmares he had been faced it, Icarus cries grew more frantic even though they were choked. Everything was starting to make sense, everything was falling into its place and even though he didn’t completely understand it all, Icarus was downright terrified. So much so that all he could do, just like so many years ago, was break down before Atticus, those hands lifting to hide his face in the very same way as the alligator tears fell. Those trembling, but still somehow beautiful wings, now finally closed in around Icarus’ quaking, sweating body, creating a weak barrier between him and the nightmare he was tossed into.

Social Storm (November Bleeds x Dashou)

As long as he had Jasper there at his side, he didn’t need a single thing from the other boy. No amount of presents could be more important than Jasper himself, the boy that Myles was so deeply head-over-heels for. Besides, just being able to see Jasper’s reaction to seeing him the first time that evening was enough of a present for him. Grinning from ear to ear, he’d enjoy the awestruck expression on Jasper’s face knowing then that his choice of attire was not something he needed to worry about by the looks of things. At least that was one thing he didn’t have to worry about screwing up tonight. He was a little late, but it looked like even that was forgiven when he apologized to Jasper. As usual, what else could he have expected from such a sweet, forgiving boy? Or maybe it was his sweet hello kiss that earned his forgiveness? Either way, Myles was feeling ecstatic and looking forward to what the evening would hold for the two of them. In a way, it was a way for Myles to also make up for the fact that he never finished high school, thus missing out on some of the more important moments of high school like his very own prom. What better way than go to a prom tailored to a boy like him? And with a date like his? How could anything possibly go wrong? There was just one more thing to do and then they could be on their way and dancing in no time.

Upon placing that boutonniere on Jasper’s chest, Myles knew he had made the right choice—the beautiful red stunning against the boy’s suit. He wasn’t just cute there wasn’t enough words to explain how beautiful Jasper was to Myles. But for now, beautiful would have done enough justice. Smiling sheepishly as Jasper would compliment him; Myles hardly felt like he deserved them but how much it had helped boost his confidence right then. Straightening himself out, Myles would hold that head up high. Pride, that’s what he was feeling right now, wasn’t it? To hear his boyfriend say he looked handsome and amazing, that those words were his and his alone to take. He could have stayed out there all night and threw compliments towards Jasper in response if he wanted to but a brush of cold air reminded him of where the time was going. So with an offer of his arm, or his hand, if Jasper would take it, Myles would offer to walk Jasper inside. After all, they had a dance to get to, didn’t they? As much as he’d like to stay outside and admire his boyfriend, there was much more fun to be had once they got into the much warmer indoors. So taking his time, he’d let Jasper take his hand and those fingers intertwined. Squeezing his hand gently, Myles then would take the first step towards the building, guiding Jasper into the building and towards the ballroom with such grace. The two of them were, indeed, quite a pair to be seen all dressed up.

Poor Jasper had no idea what he was about to witness and that was evident by his nervous demeanor as they made their way through a rather quiet building, too quiet.. Myles, however, was unpashed by the rather quite building, happily humming as they went, reassuring the boy with gentle squeezes to his hand every so often and a glance towards him here and there. God, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boy, honestly. How could he when he was cuter than ever? If dressing up wasn’t so awkward to do day to day he might’ve asked Jasper to dress up more often. He might do it himself, if it meant seeing Jasper look at him the way he had again. ”Almost there,” Myles would quietly comment as he’d turn down a hall, seeing the entrance to the ballroom just ahead, the room darker than expected. Trying to show equal surprise to the darkness, Myles would step in time with Jasper into the dark ballroom. Then not a second later did those deep purple lights turn on, illuminating the crowd of attendees as they all shouted surprise. A sigh of relief came over Myles, even he being startled by the excitement of the crowd he managed to pull together. Using his free hand, keeping it out of sight from Jasper, he’d flash the group a thumbs up and a grin as he’d look over to see the look of absolute shock on Jasper’s face.

Then Jasper let go of his hand and Myles watched as the boy swung around only to wrap those arms around his neck and pull himself down a little, chocolates meeting chocolates. Smiling softly, Myles would listen to Jasper, resisting the urge to chuckle. ”I love you too, Jasper,” he replied in a low voice, just to him, using his hand to pull him just a little bit closer to him as Jasper’s own hand slipped down to pet the scruff on Myles’ own face. To his question, Myles could immediately think of a million things the boy could have probably do without him but the moment those lips found his, those thoughts vanished from his troubled thoughts and all he could think about was kissing him back. Wrapping his other arm around Jasper, he’d deepen the kiss, much to the amusement of the crowd behind Jasper who all but giggled and hooted at the two creating such a display of affection. It was hard to keep such a serious face which was why a chuckle left Myles’ lips as the kiss was broken, only to hear what Jasper had to say to Myles before turning to thank the crowd. Oh if Jasper had only looked at the expression on Myles’ face to hear that comment, how red it had turned. And you are the moon and the stars of mine.

”All these are fans and friends of fans of yours, Jasper,” He explained, as if it probably wasn’t already so. ”They helped me a lot organizing this,” he said with a laugh, looking at the crowd. ”Thank you guys, really. I couldn’t have done any of this without you guys,” he said with a smile, looking down to Jasper, his expression softening. ”Shall we get this prom started?” He asked, reaching out to take Jasper’s hands, playfully pulling him out onto the dance floor as his fans joined on the floor, the music slowly kicking back in, filling the room with much more liveliness. ”Here, let me take this for you,” Myles offered, helping Jasper out of his jacket. ”I’ll go hang it up,” He said, leaning down to kiss Jasper on the cheek. ”I’ll be right back, go on and have some fun. I’m sure everyone wants to say hi to you,” he added with a chuckle before excusing himself as he’d walk across the dance floor to a vacant table to carefully drape Jasper’s jacket over the seat and then slipping out of his own and placing it on the seat beside it. With that, he turned around, taking a moment to admire all his handwork, looking from the banner and stage, to the dance floor and his adorable boyfriend in the middle of it all, getting approached by his fans.

Giving him some time to say hi to everyone who had been so eager to see him again, or for the first time to some, Myles would keep his distance as he moved around the ballroom towards the stage. Good going, he looks like he’s really going to enjoy himself. He needs a little fun. Talking to himself, Myles quietly snuck up on the stage of the ballroom, greeting the DJ that had come thankfully to play for them. ”Thanks man,” he’d say, listening to the music that was playing for a moment before looking back to the DJ. ”Could you change it to this song real quick? And do you have a microphone?” He asked as he placed a CD on the DJ’s board, watching as the DJ would look at it and nod.

”Sure man, let me just pop this in and here’s the mic. Just press the button here when you want to start talking,” the DJ quietly instructed Myles who listened carefully as he took the microphone into his hand.

”Thanks man, but I’m going to be singing, so keep the music playing,” Myles said with a flash of his smile before happily patting the man on his shoulder and turning to face the crowd busy in their own pleasantries. As the DJ placed the CD inside, leaving the current music playing uninterrupted, Myles messed with the microphone, turning it on. He was beginning to tremble there, being on stage in front of so many people, bad memories of horrible school speeches coming back into mind. He knew, however, he couldn’t let this stop him especially when he heard that CD begin to play once the current song ended. Taking a deep breath and looking at the crowd who had yet to notice the man on stage, Myles closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and began to sing knowing the boy in his mind would recognize the song immediately.

”I wake up tonight, feeling paper thin and I'm paper white.
You say, ‘Just come back to bed’.
Voice sounds strange, but I soon forget.
And your sad brown eyes, like mine.
Full of pity now, but I don't know why.
The light dims without regret.
'Til now you're nothing more than a silhouette.
But just hold quick, you're fading right.
In a cold trick of the light. I'm just so sick,
I thought you might be here.
But you di-disappear,”

Opening his eyes now, he’d face the crowd, trying to not focus so much on all the eyes on him, but one pair of eyes alone. What was going on through his head right now? Myles was feeling a little crazy for hopping up on stage and doing something he usually only reserved for showers but he wanted to do this, especially hearing it was one of his favorite songs. This song meant something to Jasper, and after listening to the lyrics, Myles could feel himself relating to them as well. So maybe he’d understand why he was singing the song? How much it related to them, how much it was a song of their rocky year, but also a symbol of perhaps the hope for the future of the two and their strong feelings for each other.

”Now I wake up and I forget that you were gone.
A phantom limb is all that I am hanging on.
So don't stop, no stopping it yet.
What if the one true love's the only one that you get?
And you've been wishing but you don't know how to stay.
And I've been broken but I'm better every day.
So don't stop, no stoppin' it yet.
What if the one true love's the only one that you get?”

One love you get. Brown eyes on that boy, and a soft smile on his lips though behind it his nerves were the strongest they had ever been as evident in the trembling hand that struggled not to drop that microphone until the second joined in to steady it. There were so many people, it was still amazing he was able to round up so many people in such a short amount of time. But it also was comforting to know they both had so many people supporting the two of them still, even after everything that happened. All these people, were like the family both Jasper and himself wanted. With that in mind and still singing, the boy would carefully make his way down the steps of the stage, joining the audience on the ballroom floor just in front of the stage. Sheepishly and trying to keep himself standing tall, he’d slowly approach Jasper.

”What if you still feel me too, still?
What if there was still a way of taking care of this?
What if I wake up tonight and you are real?
What if we could find a way to try to heal?
What if there's no stoppin' us yet?
What if the one true love's the only one that you get?
What if there was still a reason not to go?
What if there was still a little bit of hope?”

Turning off the microphone now, Myles would wrap his arms around Jasper’s waist and pull him close, closing any gap between the two as a fan sneakily reached over to take the microphone from Myles’ hand. With a gentle sway, Myles would take the first step to pulling Jasper in a slow dance. Nuzzling the boy’s head with his own, and finally closing his eyes, Myles would continue to finish the song, but much softer than the original, singing to Jasper and Jasper alone as he danced with the love of his life in such an intimate manner, knowing all eyes were on them. All these memories both painful and happy flooding Myles all at once with this boy in his arms, but the relief that came with knowing that he was finally here to stay was all that mattered. Now there was nothing to look forward to other than happy, and hopefully, everlasting memories. As the song slowly came to its last lines, Myles pulled away from Jasper’s ear to gently press their foreheads together only briefly as he finished the last few lines. Until finally, Myles lowered himself down there before Jasper, his heart going a hundred miles per hour as he dropped to one knee, pulling a small black box from his back pocket. Then looking up to Jasper, he'd hold out the box and pulling it open to reveal a beautiful garnet ring in time for Myles to ask,

"Jasper Mason, will you marry me?"

Fablegrove (Group Game)

Feel the heat ebb and flow, see the glistening sweat across a valley of muscles, and hear those sweet nothings fill the air—nothing quite like enjoying a nice cup of tea in the evening to help you sleep. Of course when you were Aurora, sleep wasn’t exactly something that came easy. Then again if you woke up after being put to sleep through a curse for one hundred years, wouldn’t you have trouble sleeping? Luckily for Aurora that curse didn’t exactly have any effects on his body as far as his natural beauty went, hence his nickname the “Sleeping Beauty.” So while he was over one hundred years old, he still retained his youthful looks from when he was cursed at 19. In a way, it was rather sad, to wake up after 100 years by what you assumed was “true loves” kiss, only to learn that even destiny’s rules could be broken all because not a single soul could wrap their heads around the idea of a sleeping “beauty” being a man. To make matters worse, because of the passing of time, Aurora hadn’t a single family member to turn to as all of them were long dead and gone. So after being rejected by Prince Phillip, Aurora had nowhere to turn but the woods that surrounded the castle walls.

Alone and scared was how Aurora spent most of his life after waking up from his curse. He didn’t even have the safety of sweet dreams to rely on anymore.  Instead, he had to resort to a rather expensive, but sweet tonic that pulled him back into the bed and into dreamland once more. That sweet tonic he found in a moment of madness he was experiencing on those dark streets of the Wonder District. What a shame the poor sleeping beauty had to go through just for a nights rest. It was a sad life that Aurora led, but not a single soul seemed to understand all the grief it was putting Aurora through. Yet, fallen to the sweet taste of the tonic, he found himself stuck in this routine life trying to do whatever it took to just get this drug. All that pain and pleasure was soon replaced by violet and red lights that constantly illuminated his life. Even now they were there, highlighting the two bodies that were trapped in each other’s embrace.

Oh how Aurora’s heart was so sore. There were days where Aurora found himself wishing he would fall asleep once more to never wake up again. The years seemed to pass by, slowly and painfully, and for once Aurora found himself aging. Pale, slender fingers grazed across the hot flesh beneath him, stopping atop of those chiseled pecs. Even still, Aurora aged gracefully. He may have been beautiful on the outside, but how he felt ugly on the inside where beauty mattered most. Blue eyes, hiding a world of hurt behind them, looked down to meet the pair looking up at him with such awe. Pink lips curled into a small smirk as Aurora brought that hand back up to his own blonde locks, pushing them back over his slender shoulders.

”Oh, Monsieur Omile,” Aurora crooned, leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon those sweet lips. How many people have Aurora kissed since then? Hoping that perhaps he might even find that maybe Prince Phillip hadn’t been his “true loves kiss”? So far, they had all been empty kisses, and empty words, skillfully twisted to appeal to those that spoke to him. ”You’ve been quite zee charm tonight. Tis a shame I have only just heard of zis Tea For Two, but I’m glad I gave eet a shot,” Aurora added, lifting himself back up to a sit, wiggling his hips slowly to taunt a groan from the other man.

Strong hands caressed Aurora’s feminine frame, eliciting a gasp from Aurora’s lips. If only, true loves did exist. If only there was such a thing as a “Prince Charming” there to sweep Aurora off of his feet. Resorting to the lowest of low, selling and using his body and charms, Aurora found that he had lost faith in people a long time ago. Perhaps it was fitting that Aurora found a place in the Cat Scratch, under the watchful eyes of the Queen Cat, Cruella. At least here he was spoiled rotten with his own room, special attention that the other cats in this place didn’t get, attention that Aurora hadn’t had from anyone in years. Whether Cruella really cared for his well-being or not, at least Cruella had leant out a helping hand when Aurora turned desperate. At least he wasn’t roaming the streets anymore in search of someone who was willing to spare him a moment of their time…

Speaking of which, it was almost like a sixth sense that he knew Cruella was coming. Soon enough he heard the call of her voice above the muffle music and from behind the closed doors of his private room. Hearing his name called, Aurora couldn’t help but a slightly disappointed chuckle, turning his attention from the man he was attending to over to the door. ”It seems like zee Madame Cruella calls for me. Such a shame as I was having fun getting to know you, Monsieur Omile,” he said with a longing sigh, looking back down to the hunk of a man that he was so content with keeping in his bed. With one last kiss to the cheek, Aurora would pick himself up off of the man and pulling his weight off of his comfortable bed. What could the Madame want now?

”You best leave through zee back door, unless you want to get both of us in trouble,” he said, gesturing to another door in his small room, looking over his shoulder to the man as he got up off of his bed and began pulling his suit back on. Admiring him for a moment, Aurora would turn to the man, bare feet stepping across the wooden floors until he was a foot away from the tall man. ”But do be a doll and forward the message to Monsieur Satorsun zat I would love nothing more zan to be a part of his little show,” Aurora chuckled, helping the man into his trench coat, patting the fabric down against his back before making the man face him once more.  ”But if you are ever free… you know where to find me,” he added, with a flirty wink before stepping on the tip of his toes to give the man one last kiss. Then before letting this man leave his sight, he’d lift the fedora off of his blonde locks and set it on Mr. Omile’s head.

With that, Aurora walked over to his bed, picking up the faux fur blanket off the end of it and wrapping it around his naked waist. He wouldn’t look back to see whether Mr. Omile would leave, but assumed he would so he’d make his way out of his room in just the blanket, looking up and down the hall for Madame Cruella. She couldn’t have been that hard to find as she always stuck out like a sore thumb with her fashion sense. Aurora didn’t really understand it, but never really cared to say anything in fear of what response he might get from Cruella. She seemed so high strung on fashion it was almost amusing to Aurora. Aurora made his way down the hall giving a passing nod to the fellow cats, following the sound of clicking heels until lo and behold, he caught sight of Madame Cruella.

”Madame Cruella, no need to shout and ruin zat pretty voice of yours,” Aurora chuckled, that thick French accent rolling off his words. He’d step over,  looking Cruella’s outfit up and down, wondering how she was even comfortable in such a get up. Oh well, it wasn’t his place. He just wanted to know what she wanted. ”What can I do for you, Madame?” He asked, unable to help a yawn that escaped his lips but used his hand to suppress it. Man, that tea really did the works on him.

A Shot in the Dark (November Bleeds x Dashou)

It wasn’t my fault. That’s what Lucius had to tell himself over and over just to convince himself that he wasn’t in the wrong and that was hard considering it took him three months to do it and he still hardly believed it himself. Maybe he was in the wrong, for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well he wasn’t in the wrong place because he was in his own place at the time and he certainly hadn’t planned for it. It certainly wasn’t Fae’s fault for what happened as he hadn’t expected what had been done just as much as Lucius hadn’t. Both got the shock of a lifetime and a lifetime of disappointment to follow afterwards and it was all thanks to one crazy ex. A crazy ex who got off with nary a scratch because unfortunately for Lucius it was hard to fight a case where you were claiming a girl had drugged you when, in fact, that is what had really happened. That was the worst part of it all, having been drugged but considering society seemed to turn a blind eye to men being the inferior in cases such as these, he knew if he tried to bring up any of it, he would probably be the one to end up in jail and not the person who deserved it the most. So instead, he had to hold onto this dark secret alongside all the crushing guilt and frustration that followed with it when he couldn’t explain himself to Fae before he was met with a hand across his cheek and a cruel parting message.

He would never forget those words, nor the look on his beloved’s face as he walked out of his life for good bringing years of friendship and his best year together straight to an end. Lucius knew relationships could be fickle things when you weren’t sure about your partner, but if anyone was sure about who he had wanted to spend years to come with, that was Fae to Lucius. His heart had belonged to nothing more than that sweet, yet sassy child who believed in him when no one else would. Always the bad boy, always with the bad reputation, Lucius seemed to carry this odd air that either frightened people or attracted the wrong crowd. Not Fae though—he was the only one who didn’t look like they were going to start cowering or avoid him at all cost. No, instead the boy had dropped his hand down to help patch Lucius up after a particularly messy situation. He would never and probably could never, forget what Fae had done for him that day. He saw the side of him that no one ever seemed to see and pulled it right out of him and it was reserved especially for him. So it hurt Lucius in more than one way to see Fae leave, just like that, after all they had been through without even letting him begin to explain himself. Then again, if you walked in on your boyfriend with some stranger on top of you and a tent in your pants, messages probably will be mixed.

He really dug himself in a grave, hadn’t he? There wasn’t really any way he could have properly apologized or explained what had happened without that crushing guilt and embarrassment washing over him. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do… but he knew one thing… and that was that Fae didn’t want to see him again. Those were his words and Lucius took it to heart. Three months and Lucius had not sent Fae a single text or a call, not even a voicemail desperately trying to defend himself to Fae after he had left. He just let Fae go because if he wanted to be left alone and truly didn’t want to see Lucius ever again, then Lucius was going to stand aside and let him go. There was no use making himself look sorry as he’d cling to Fae and beg for him to stay though he had done a bit of that that night. But words had been so hard, his brain drugged dead and his body too weak to function or react—even as he had been slapped. He was such a godawful person, and that was the only thing Lucius could even think about him. He was a sick, twisted, and horrible person for what he had did. He may not have been physically been able to stop any of it from happening, but it didn’t stop Lucius from wondering if there had been something he could have done otherwise to prevent it all from happening. If only he knew how to invent a time machine and change everything back to the way things were supposed to be…

Life without Fae was much quieter, his loud presence missed incredibly dearly. However, other than that life was the same, if not Lucius felt empty. He still continued to do his job as his father’s bar, fixing up drinks and bouncing troublemakers out on the streets, however he grew out of living with his family and in need of a new change after Fae’s departure; he got himself a new place with another man named Reggie. He was a cool man who Lucius quickly became good friends with which helped Lucius at least try to move on from the horrible events that led him to hate waking up in his bed back at the bar. It was unfortunate he couldn’t spend as much time as he’d like getting to know the man better as he often worked overnight whereas Reggie worked during the normal hours of the day. Neither complained though, they took good company whenever they could but nothing ever more serious than mutual respect became of their friendship. They both made good money too, which helped pay rent in an otherwise expensive town but eventually that got to be a little overwhelming seeing as the two hardly saved up money for themselves. So seeing as they had a third room which had been used as storage till now, they figured they could advertise it off for a low portion of the rent to make their lives at least a little more livable. Sure enough, it wasn’t long till someone answered the ad, or rather quite a few. Reggie dealing with the worst of it while Lucius worked his long nights.

According to Reggie, he had found someone who fit the bill rather quickly and Lucius and Reggie later on prepped the room for their new arrival, emptying anything unnecessary out of the room and cleaning everything down. Not that any of them were dirty, seeing as the apartment stayed rather clean. Lucius felt a little bad he couldn’t meet the new roommate before they’d moved in due to schedule conflicts, but he was sure that if Reggie saw that he could trust the new guy, then Lucius could put his faith in Reggie’s decisions. Speaking of which, how was Faith doing? That question popped up more than Lucius wanted to admit. He worried for the well-being of the smaller boy just about every day, but if something really bad had happened, he’d get a text or call or something, right? It especially didn’t help his case when he finally asked Reggie a little more about the new guy’s looks only to be told they looked like a human equivalent of a marshmallow. Immediately Fae popped into Lucius’ head, but he highly doubted that it could be him. The moment he would have heard Lucius’ name, he would have just walked out, wouldn’t he have? Lucius wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself from doing anything if he saw Fae leave him for a second time after how painful the first was.

Luckily right now, he could hardly feel any pain at all--far too tired and far too hungover from the coffee he was sipping on to function properly. Bundled up in a sweater and a jacket, a blue scarf tied around his neck, Lucius was battling the early morning cold as he’d make his way finally into the warm apartment complex. With his usual sigh and dead-tired look, Lucius made his way through the building till he reached his room after what always felt like the longest walk ever. Night shifts were hard, and dealing with drunk people all the time was admittedly tiring… but the pay was too good to pass up, considering he was pretty close to just owning the joint himself. It explained his incapability of opening a simple lock on his first try, his keys missing once or twice before Lucius finally put the key in the hole, only to jam the knob for a second and give it a rattle until the lock gave way and he could turn the key and push the door open.

Stepping inside, Lucius would stare down at his feet as he’d wipe them off on the welcome mat and then turn to shut the door behind him, locking it once more. Home sweet home. Smelling food, Lucius could only assume Reggie was home. ”Hey Reggie it smells good in here,” Lucius commented with a tired laugh as he turned around and slipped the keys in his pocket, only to jump out of his mocha skin just a little at the sight that was before him. Had he drank too much coffee? Was he too tired and seeing things? Rubbing his eyes, Lucius would blink a few times to clear up that fog only to hear even his voice call him by that familiar nickname. Fae. What in the world was he doing here? He couldn’t possibly be the tenant Reggie talked about, could he? Seeing as the boy was making himself quite literally at home with their food Lucius could only connect two and two together and immediately he felt his body grow tense and the color drain from his face.

”F-Fae, I…” Lucius stammered, unsure of just what the hell to say after three months of avoiding and all that guilt just came to hit him like a semi-truck again. Steel-Blue eyes staring back at the boy in disbelief before they finally dropped to the floor, feeling less than worthy to look the boy in his face. ”I-I’m sorry I… It’s… been a while…” Really, what was one supposed to say in this situation?

Our Twisted Realities (Blissy x Dashou)

Lying before him was a mirror which in its reflection showed a world of the unknown, almost as if it were a line separating him from life and death itself. Looking back at the drab hall behind him, filled with portraits of grim expressions that always seemed to be as cold as the harsh Russian winters, there was hardly a need for there to be a choice in the matter of pressing forward. In a life where everything seemed to be led by rules and reason, every choice leading with subsequent consequences, it hardly seemed much of a life at all. What was living if everything you did was dictated by rules or reason? That was no life, and certainly no life that the young aristocrat wanted to live. He had more than enough of being what was nothing more than a puppet controlled by the will of his parents, being forced day by day to put on different masquerades for every single person that came to see him. Molded into what appeared to be the perfect heir to a line of royalty. While it was nice to have all the luxuries he could ever want simply handed to him on a silver platter, what use were those luxuries if you were not given any time to appreciate them? Always working, always pulling a façade for the simple sake of upholding a reputation that was on the brink of extinction from being too long-lived for its own good.

Always serving, but never being served.

A beckoning hand, warm, not cold, reached out from the other side of that mirror, holding its gloved palm face-up for the young man to take. With one last glance, the young elite took that hand and was whisked away into a world much alike to ones you could only dream of. A world without reason as to why, it just simply was. Truth be told the world didn’t have rules in the same way he was used to, everything was more or less the opposite or contradiction to wat would normally be realistic expectations. The Hatter, his eccentric guide of sorts into this new and strange world, opened doors for the young Viktor Pavlov bringing back the excitement and adventure into his life—rejuvenating a sense of self he had all but lost under all the masquerades of his former life. Still that was another thing that came to a surprise about the man who called himself a Hatter. A little mad, but the man was one of, literally, many faces. At first it brought discomfort upon Viktor, bringing up memories of his own faces he’d rather forget, but the man, in a way, helped Viktor embraced those many faces without losing his sense of self. It was almost as if the man was becoming the father figure that Viktor always wanted…

This world was, to Viktor, like the never ending tea parties the Hatter seemed to host. Always fun, always something new to be seen whether it was a person or a place. However, even when he saw something that he had seen before, it was never quite the same thing.  It was only natural that there wasn’t single way to describe the world in which Viktor was quickly becoming accustomed to but it did have a name, and that name would remain forever engraved into his thoughts, slowly becoming more and more a part of him over time.

Wonderland.

It was definitely a world of wonders, at least to Viktor. Treated like a friend, or even something to be obsessed over by some, Viktor hesitated on the question of ever returning back to his home in Russia. At least here he felt more like an individual than he ever had back with his arrogant family. He had created his own world within this Wonderland, his own family consisting of the tea and cake loving bunch and a pair of oddball twins. He knew he wasn’t the only one though, to have been graced with a visit to Wonderland. It later came to him through subtle hints and little stories that there were more children, like him, who had visited. Curious was what Viktor was, but not once had he come across anyone else, only stories that kept him wondering. Maybe, just maybe, some of the people he met such as the Hatter were once like him too. After all, that was completely plausible in a completely implausible world like Wonderland, right?

All good things must come to an end, or so they say. For a 15 year old, Wonderland really was something too good to be true, even if it had its childish moments. But considering Viktor never had a childhood, robbed of it from his own parents, Wonderland at least gave an opportunity to make up for all those years that should have been filled with joy. Still, much like a dream that Wonderland was, it had come to an end and it did it in the blink of an eye. Once Viktor had found himself stepping back out of the antique mirror in which he had come, he soon came to learn of the strange effects Wonderland had on a person when he turned to face his reflection upon the brilliant mirror. A familiar face and a strange one altogether, staring back at Viktor was not the same man as he had been when he had entered. Yet looking around at his surrounds, he had an eerie feeling not a single second had gone by since his time in Wonderland had begun. Strange, considering when he looked back at his own reflection he could see that years have gone by, his face much more mature like the rest of his body… Time had passed and yet it didn’t. Needless to say, he was a changed man coming back from Wonderland, perhaps even better than before. Either way he knew one thing was for sure—no one could know what had become of him, lest he be thought of as mad.



And just like that he left his home once more, never once daring to look back.

Unlike most unfortunate souls who had to start over from scratch, whether it be form war or other misfortunes, Viktor’s own years of neglect and being molded into the perfect son made it easy for him to adjust to whatever life decided to throw at him. At first, he’ll admit he was unsure with what his future would hold for him in the real world. Was this even the real world anymore? What separated a dream from reality anyways? Struggling thoughts often haunted Viktor’s mind, causing him both to suffer morally and mentally. How badly he ached to just go back to Wonderland, to hop through that mirror to never return. Wonderland having caused more than enough damage to Viktor’s psyche whether he was aware of it or not. But alas, he had found his way back here and must have had some purpose, right? Not that it had been on his agenda to listen to reason anymore since his visit to Wonderland. There was still this uncontrollable itch though that persisted he stick around, that there was something he needed to do before he could return. So trying to detach himself from any personal ties with his past before Wonderland, he carried on and Wonderland followed not far behind.

In fact, it was probably his experience in such a mind-boggling, topsy-turvy place such as Wonderland that caused Viktor’s newfound interest in the psychological side of life. While he didn’t know much about the ever-developing field of medical science, his grand educational background helped in aiding Viktor resume his studies and pursue the field, learning everything and anything he could about the human mind and beyond. You could almost call it a gift that such knowledge came rather easily to Viktor, soaking up every lesson like a sponge and it didn’t stop when the lessons were over. Indeed Viktor was becoming obsessed with his studies so much so that even in his free time he found himself reading medical books as if they were short stories. It was puzzling really, that no amount of studying could explain the possibility that was Wonderland. He even considered the probability that he might have just made the whole place up. With no evidence other than his own inexplicable aging, Viktor only grew frustrated with himself and partially blaming the inexperience of medical professors around him for not knowing enough. Sure there were ideas and theories of other worlds, typically in the sky or places like Heaven and Hell… but those were simply ideas and Viktor was sure that Wonderland had been a real place. He just needed somewhere to start to prove that he wasn’t crazy.

Then he remembered something he’d almost forgotten in the mix of all the madness that consumed him. There were more people like him. Given, he didn’t know who they were, not even a name provided to help him begin a search to find someone to relate to but he knew if he had left Wonderland, there most certainly had to be someone out there. Maybe that person was even in the same predicament as he was in, wondering whether or not they were just crazy or if there really was another world out there. In any matter, it was going to be a hard feat to accomplish, like finding a needle in a haystack to figure out who such people might be. Since he did have to hold priorities of survival over searching for some clues about his lost world, Viktor put his studies first but in the meanwhile kept notes on anything that he found out of the ordinary during his search.

It wasn’t until he was reaching the end of his second year since he’d left Wonderland and end of his first year of traveling to pursue studies in other countries that he became acquainted with a doctor by the name of Emerson Radcliffe. He was a respectable fellow, an older gentleman stationed in England, who had knack of sorts for all things psychological. With all due respects though the man did work in an asylum. What better place to study and observe the inner workings of the mind than those corrupted minds of those deemed insane by the rules of society? While such places were worthwhile checking out to further advance your studies of the human mind, Viktor refused to visit these madhouses, reluctant to see the faces of those named to be insane. Perhaps it was a fear of his own, knowing his own mind was a complexity of its own, always shifting, always changing…as if he had more than just the mind of his own lingering in that skull hidden beneath black locks. Maybe he was worried that by entering such a place he would be found out to be just as insane, if not more so by jabbering on about things no one but he would know was real. All Viktor knew was that he most certainly didn’t want to end up inside the walls of those cushioned rooms or worse.

Back to Emerson, Viktor quickly held a lot of admiration for the man as he was more than willing to share his research with the aspiring psychologist. It started off slow at first, just simply sharing basic research material and observation records for his earliest patients ranging from all different ages, backgrounds, and sexes. In return, Viktor shared his own insight on tests and procedures performed by the doctor himself as well as his medical staff. It was all back to basic formalities which frankly bored Viktor in some way, but at least the research was worth it, seeing as he was getting the experience of the doctor without actually stepping foot in an asylum himself. Eventually it did feel as though he was beginning to milk Emerson dry of all the research he could siphon out of him, Emerson decided Viktor was trustworthy and smart enough to share details of one of his longer running cases. A young woman, who according to Emerson, was suppressing some traumatic event in her life that had caused her to go missing for two years, only to come back spouting stories about some strange world called Wonderland. Viktor almost thought he had heard the voice of a long lost brethren when that name left the elder gentleman’s lips. It had been two years at this point with no luck and now he finally had something to pursue. Trying to play it calm and collectedly, Viktor pushed the subject, hoping to learn a little more about who this girl was.

Her name was Adelais Liddle.

It had been one year since Viktor made connections with Emerson on his patient known as Adelais Liddle. At first it seemed like what was the start of a typical trauma case caused by a series of unfortunate events, but when Emerson mention the name that still haunted Viktor all these years, he knew there was chance he met his match. Was it possible that this Adelais Liddle actually had experienced the same adventures he had back in Wonderland? The more that Emerson delved into the topic, sharing transcripts shared between the doctor himself and Adelais the more Viktor became convinced that Adelais had definitely been there. There were too many similarities amongst the minor differences that were too specific to simply ignore as a mere coincidence. She must have been there, there wasn’t any doubt, and Viktor needed to meet her for himself. Honestly he was surprised he only just heard of her from Emerson, given it had been a rather big deal according to what he was told. He was, ironically, only ten years of age when Adelais had been discovered still alive after her “disappearance”, the same age she still claimed to be despite 2 years having gone by. She had already been in the asylum for 5 years by the time that Viktor stepped through the mirror and into Wonderland. Of course, he was always so busy thanks to his parents, that he always had something better to do than read the newspaper. It wasn’t hard to conclude that in the end the both of them had two very different experiences but all within the same place.

Viktor felt pretty bad hearing what all had been done to Adelais while she was trapped in the asylum for 8 years. She had been telling the truth of her own account but naturally who in their right mind would believe such a truth? Then again, both parties were in their right mind, it was just a matter of the fact that the doctors refused to consider the possibility and instead made claims of it being nothing more than a fairytale to cover up for a darker truth. The truth was just that so it was hardly a wonder as to why Adelais seemed so insistent on the matter, regardless of the treatments performed. Human minds were weak though and easily bent and Viktor knew that better than anyone, so undoubtedly the treatments and constant swaying from the doctors did eventually get to poor Adelais. Emerson had been reporting some signs of “recovery” whatever that meant. But over the year, Viktor kept in touch with Emerson in regards to Adelais’ wellbeing, curious of just about anything to do with the woman, trying to learn as much as he could about her without being so direct as to just ask for her contact details. As much as he wanted to talk to the girl himself, he waited until Emerson offered to share his contacts with Adelais and her family, seeing as Adelais was due to be released from bedlam.

After a couple of polite refusals, not wanting to seem too eager, eventually Viktor agreed to accept the details with high regards from Emerson. Just the same as before, Viktor gave himself some time before making contact with Adelais’ family, wanting to mentally prepare himself for what he was sure was going to be a major turning point in his life. He wasn’t sure just what would happen, or even if Adelais would event want to discuss the matters of Wonderland with him, but he knew he needed to at least meet her. So after making sure he had the required funds and lodging that allowed him to move from his current abode, Viktor made off, heading to England with a suitcase and a folder in his hand. Now all he needed to do was to set up a good date to meet with the Liddle’s daughter, which came not long after he’d arrive in England. The day following his arrival and already Viktor was headed out the door for his first ever appointment with Adelais which had been graciously set up through Emerson and Mrs. Liddle.

Dressed up in a black suit, slim against his body and a top hat which had oddly reminded him of the Hatter himself, Viktor grabbed his suitcase and files and was out the door in no time, making his way to the Liddle’s residence that chilly spring afternoon. Adjusting his silver frames upon his face, those dark hazel eyes looked down at the folder in his hand as he walked, looking at the name scrawled across the front in black ink. Adelais Liddle. At last they were to meet after he had heard so much about her. Although he had been warned about her volatile tendencies and backwards ways, nothing could sway Viktor’s mind. After all, it wasn’t like he was completely right in the head, but unlike Adelais who had been only a young child when she departed Wonderland, Viktor knew better than to run his mouth, especially in a family like his were any hint of an imagination seemed to be frowned upon. Maybe, just maybe, that gave him the upper hand in being able to connect with Liddle, even if he wasn’t there to actually help treat the girl but rather just to talk over a cup of tea. Flipping open the file, struggling for a little to hold it with his other hand holding a suitcase, he managed to open it just enough to see the basic profile he was given. Slipped between the first page of her portfolio and the edge of the folder was a photograph of the unlucky Adelais Liddle.

It wasn’t long till Viktor reached the iron gate that separated him from the Liddle estate. Resting a hand on the gate latch, Viktor would observe the property with a quiet gaze, curious of how Adelais was adjusting to her living quarters after so long spent in the asylum. It also reminded him of his own home, which was much different than the one before him and a little too large for comfort. How was his family doing? How were they coping with his disappearance? He had been an only child, which often was Viktor’s excuse he made for why his parents put so much pressure on him as well as another reason he had loathed them for it. Did Adelais get lonely in there? He could imagine how hard it would be on a person to return home after being made to live in an asylum. With a soft sigh, Viktor closed that folio and finally unlatched the gate, stepping onto the property. Well, here is to hoping I find what I’m looking for. Shutting the gate behind him, Viktor made his way up the stone steps. Then after making sure his suit was straightened and his hat was removed, Viktor knocked on the door before backing up a step.
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Brink of Destruction (November Bleeds x Dashou)

Theo used to remember the unfortunate days in childhood where you were still forced to go to school sick as a dog only for all your friends to joke around about how you were contagious, shunning you with finger crosses or talking to you from a safe three yards away. How everyone treated you like the most horrendous thing on the planet just because you had the small case of the sniffles and a cough. Like catching your sickness would lead to the end of the world. Theo never quite understood it back then, seeing it nothing more than an exaggeration that never ceased to fail to get on your nerves. How annoying it was to watch your friends treat you as if you needed to be put under quarantine when you already weren’t in a good mood. Perhaps he needed to loosen up, or perhaps he never really understood just how dangerous contagious diseases could be. As far as he was concerned, he had always been the luckier of the few that never seemed to catch whatever bug was going around. Only when no one else was sick did he seem to get sick and it was never really anything worse than a cold or a bout of stomach flu. He was a relatively healthy and active kid, but not even being healthy could help anyone from what was to come in their near future. Despite a disability that often had him perceived as weak, Theo survived one of the worst epidemics that still plagued Earth even six months after a supposed cure was made to prevent this outbreak.

What a scary thing that was happening, people dropping like flies. Theo was even considering getting the shot himself when the first news came out about the disease and the vaccine that was being provided. Though Theo never actually got the vaccine, it didn’t prove to be something he was at a loss for missing. After all, he was still alive wasn’t he and that had to prove for something, right? It may have been because for the most part he still stayed indoors when the outbreak started to get bad. It wasn’t until a couple months in and with no communications from his parents that Theo left his little apartment in the suburbs of Michigan that he resided in. Since they lived relatively close it didn’t take long for Theo to walk there, only about a day or two. The hardest part is seeing all the chaos that was breaking out on the streets because of this one virus going around. That was the first glimpse that Theo had of the outside world, and the first look at true human nature. How quickly people turned to shit when they were trying to fight for their lives whether it was against the virus or another person over a can of food. That was something that he would have to be worried about, wasn’t it? Scavenging and fighting? Fighting was certainly not Theo’s forte, but he still managed to make it to his home unnoticed and unharmed.

Unfortunately it was one trip that Theo ended up wishing he hadn’t made. He knew it was a bad sign when he saw the front door to the small, lake view home kicked in. Immediately worry had twisted his stomach in knots as he navigated the house, expecting the worst and getting just that. Up in their rooms, locked in each other’s embrace for all eternity, were his parents both with gunshot wounds to the head. He didn’t know why, but it made Theo feel somewhat better that they hadn’t at least died from the disease, but it still was heartbreaking news.  At first Theo considered killing himself right then and there, broken and crying for a good solid few hours before finally picking himself up to his feet. Talking himself out of it, much reluctantly, Theo carried on. Taking a few things from his old home, Theo got himself prepared for an entirely new world out there. One that was cruel and unforgiving, one where no man could be trusted, not even your own friends anymore. He didn’t even know if his friends were still alive. Not that he bothered to check for some reason, but after learning about his parents death, he definitely didn’t want to think about having lost anyone else he knew so he just ignored his phone altogether, leaving it besides his parents bed before he left back out in the cold morning. He took the trip, another couple of days, back to his apartment where he managed to be able to hang out for a while longer with the supplies he got from his parents’ home, but he knew that wouldn’t last forever.

But why live? Why live when everything was going to shit? That was something Theo himself hadn’t quite figured out just yet. The only excuse he could think up was that hopefully the world would become a better place that maybe someone somewhere would think up a cure for whatever virus was going around and people would come back to their senses. However, after seeing just what normal everyday people were capable of, would things ever really be the same? Theo wasn’t sure, but no matter what, he was going to try not to let the things happening around him change who he was, and he was certainly going to be wary of who was nearby. He originally didn’t think he’d have many confrontations, since he wasn’t confrontational and certainly not dangerous, but that apparently didn’t stop some people. It was about halfway through the first six months that he encountered just what effects the virus could have on someone in person. A nauseating smell permeated the air, leaving Theo feeling sick to his stomach before he could tell where it was coming from. When he did find the person, if you could call it that, Theo almost lost what food had been in his stomach. A bloody, pus covered mangled corpse. No, not a corpse. A zombie for the lack of a better term. It certainly looked dead with flesh hanging from its barely recognizable face but it still moved as if it were still alive. Or tried, at least. Theo didn’t wait around for the person to get close enough to see just what might happen. He wasn’t naïve.

That night, once he found someplace safe to sleep, he started recalling the incident and definitely lost his lunch. Was this the life he was going to have to live from now on? Was surviving really worth it? It wasn’t like living in a literal hell was any better than death. In fact, death seemed a lot more appealing if he didn’t end up like one of those things. As long as he was alive and well though, he might as well keep carrying on, right? The only downside was it was getting harder and harder as the days turned into week and weeks into months. With all the scavenging going on it was awful hard trying to find enough food just to get you through the day. Theo had to go through quite a few days without eating, only able to find some water sources luckily. This whole outbreak could not have happened at a worse time, just as the seasons were growing painfully cold and Theo hadn’t had the time to get the proper gear to face the cold. It was one thing to have to go through a day without eating, but a whole other to be freezing the entire time. It was surprising he didn’t just already keel over from flu. Luckily his Boy Scout skills helped him somewhat in survival, especially during the days when it was a little safer to start a fire to warm up even just a little.

Unfortunately fire could only do so much for you when the weather was so bad. It didn’t take long for the rain and snow to kick in, making the cold even more unbearable to get through. Theo wasn’t entirely sure where he was wandering, or why he even bothered to start wandering, but due to the weather, Theo wandered less and stayed indoors wherever he could more often. Anything to stay as dry as he could cause that was better than being wet. The sixth month was the worst of them all. Theo had his share of troubles over the last six months, and he had met his share of people both good and bad, but come the six month he was alone all over again and starving all over again. He was seriously beginning to wonder if continuing on was really worth it, hope seeming dimmer than ever. It didn’t help that there had been discoveries of some of the undead that didn’t just stagger around as if they were drunk. Now Theo had to be really cautious and that grew to him being incredibly paranoid, especially given he was lacking one important skill that not even Boy Scouts could help him with—Hearing. Theo was deaf most of the time, but did carry around a pair of cochlear’s he had since he had been in middle school. While he did put them in when the weather was nice, he knew he couldn’t leave them in forever as the batteries would eventually run out and they weren’t easy to find. He only had enough for a couple of months and he hadn’t had any luck so far in finding any.

But that was the least of his worries, at long as he kept his eyes sharp and looked behind him every so often he would’ve been okay. The biggest problem was hunger. That was always enough to drive even the sweetest people mad. The only savior that helped distract Theo from the pain in his stomach and the disaster in the world was that Ipod he kept snugged inside his jacket. He was using it even now as he’d made his way out into the open streets, through the slushy roads towards an abandoned store that definitely looked like it had seen better days. The headphones cupping those ears, you could see the devices coming from under the headphones as he’d pull his wet hood down from that pale face and look around. Dust was everywhere and it was apparent that this store looked as if it had been picked clean ages ago. The shelves knocked over, carts pushed over, and just empty packages and cans of food everywhere. There were even a few rats scampering around taking advantage of the fact that humans were no longer shooing them out. Was Theo like a rat? He kind of felt like one as he made his way into the store, watching his feet as he’d step over debris of all kind and keep a look out for any food he could get his hands on. He wasn’t a very picky person, but this definitely wasn’t the time to be picky if he was.

It felt like he had covered every square inch of the store and he didn’t find much. Luckily he did find a pair of gloves that looked like they had been nibbled on by the inhabitant rats, but Theo could have cared less at this point. He was freezing as was evident by his trembling body and his red nose that was almost redder than the hair on his head. Reaching down, he picked up the gloves and quickly put them on his hands, sighing at the relief it brought him to find something that could at least keep his hands from turning blue. Just as he was about to head out of the store, Theo did one last brush around the store, making sure now to look under everything just in case he might’ve missed anything. It must have been his lucky day because just behind a counter in the deli section of the store, he found a stray can of what appeared to be some dog food. Well… It’s better than starving… He didn’t even bother checking the expiration date as if it even mattered before pulling the tab on the can lid up, taking the lid. Using some force he’d fashion a make-shift spoon out of the lid and quickly dive in. The taste, surprisingly enough, wasn’t as awful as he thought it would be. It basically was just under-seasoned canned beef. But it was meat he hadn’t had in a long time and he didn’t care if it was fake or not he was starving and just being able to eat something had him quietly crying tears of joy to have found something.

[Dashou]

Introduction & Rules || Examples || Cravings & Roleplays || Recommendations

CRAVINGS:

Please refer to Dashou’s On’s & Off’s for a detailed breakdown of what kinds of things I like or dislike. Also, I will update these lists as I see fit, or come up with new ideas.

Pairings:

• Popular Singer (who needs a new band mate) x Amateur Singer (with stage fright)
• Host Family x Foreign Exchange Student (college-aged)
• Merfolk x Merfolk/Human (always down for sea themed stuff)
• Deaf x Blind (might be interesting to do, I thought)

Plots:

• Popular Singer x Amateur Singer (Based off an old roleplay)

  Perhaps they lost a member or just need a taste of something new. Either way, this singer needs a new groupie and through a radio contest decided to test out strangers vocal abilities when they find a diamond in the rough singing his heart out in a drunken stupor--perhaps the only way this poor soul would've applied because what will happen when the band realizes that their perfect match has debilitating stage fright?
• Mermaids

  This is more of a general idea. I love stories involving sea creature-hybrids, essentially merfolk. I do fancy ideas where they are seen as either gods or as absolute monsters and they stumble across a human. Or perhaps they meet one of their own kind that is different from their typical mer? Ideas are pretty free-for-all here.
• Pretty free to ideas and interpretations.

OTHER ROLEPLAYS:

Pairings and Categories:


Slice of Life:

List Below

• Student/Student
• Student/Teacher
• Bully/Nerd
• Teacher/Teacher
• Neighbor/Neighbor
• Cop/Robbers
• Cop/Neighbor
• Killer/Victim
• Killer/Detective
• Ex-BF/Ex-BF
• Man/Transman
• Therapist/Client
• Deaf Person/Blind Person
• Blind Person/Able Person
• Doctor/Patient
• Teacher/Teacher
• Prostitute/Client
• Prostitute/Prostitute
• Catfisher/Catfisher
• Kidnapper/Victim

Fantasy:

List Below

• Merman/Human
• Centaur/Human
• Devil/Angel
• Devil or Angel/Human
• God/Mortal
• God/God
• Elves/Other Mystical Being
• Any Mystical Being/Human
• Vampire/Human
• Werewolf/Human
• Ghost/Human
• Witch/Client or Human
• Witch/Witch
• Imaginary Friend/Human Creator
• Death/Life

Apocalyptic:

List Below

• Survivor/Survivor
• Immune/Non-Immune
• Raider/Survivor
• Friend/Friend
• Friend/Enemy
• Infected/Non-Infected (depending on type of virus)

[Dashou]

Updated taken roleplays as well as current available slots left. Still searching for a few more roleplays.

[Dashou]

Coming back from impromptu hiatus. Looking for a few games. Feel free to message with ideas.

[Dashou]

Update: Added a new section of recommendations and updated my taken plots. Still looking for roleplays and working on getting up some plots eventually.

[Dashou]

Bump: Monthly bump, looking for a roleplay or two.

[Dashou]

Bump: updated thread, added a few desired plots. Open for one or two new roleplays.