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Robin gifts Doorman a Cheese Board, ❝ I think you may enjoy this quite a bit, Dear Doorman. Oh! Try it now for me, please? I want to see how you like it! ❞

His eyes gaze upon the assortment, flickering between slices and chunks. An odd thing he never truly understood that humans had enjoyed. It was really the simple things they found joy in. Cheese, being one of many on his personal list of ‘concoctions’ that were created by the race in such a short span of time.

Regardless of his judgment, he kept a pleasant smile on his lips. A gloved hand rested idly across his chest as the other remained behind his back. “Oh my, a gift for me? It is not often that our clients feel inclined to reward the workers for their service. This is quite a pleasant surprise~”

Carefully, he picks up a small piece, placing it upon his tongue and chewing. A practiced action he has never had the joy of doing. The need to eat was such a strange concept, with chewing, teeth, and having organs. He remembered that moving his jaw to crush the food in his mouth into paste was much more normal than allowing it to slide down his throat. It brought out flavor, something he learned when he was frequently asked about taste. Another foreign concept in his anatomy, but an experience he included to enjoy what was to be offered.

“Its quite delicious, and these all have different flavors? How delightful.” The response is honest. It was much more pleasant than oranges or mint gum. This was much smoother, rich on his fabricated tongue, and strangely sweet.

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Are you the same borb who wrote Viktor from arcane and one of the Saja boys?

{ Ye! I wrote a Viktor and then a Gwima that I did briefly and fell out of cause I focused on my job! Miss it sometimes, but I write jus’ a lil now! }

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"So, Drifter. Based on your actions during the Ritual, is it safe to say you really like killing people?"

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"You can say that. But it's not like they goin' to waste - gotta eat too." A crimson eye peeks out from under the brim of his hat, a smile playing on his lips as he stares at the wraith.

"You gonna give me an earful 'bout why it's so terrible that I do the t'ings I do?"

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// side glances

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Gosh, if only you all knew the amount of character building ive done for doorman outside of tumblr.

So I’m just going to barf it out on here for everyone to read! Please keep in mind this is subject to change the more we know about the guy. So most of this is heavy headcanon based - and semi off his interactions with characters!

Doorman is a creature wearing human skin. This is something I mentioned before, I based his looks on Elderich Gods. Mixing a "be not afraid" with Nyarlathotep. He’s all the good stuff: eyes, tentacles, mouths, and faces. Existing in between realms, as what one would assume is a meat puppet.

He can peel back his coat to reveal an abyss where his chest is, inside which sprawls an endless cosmic array. Tendrils, stars, and the impossible. Cased within a freshly pressed outfit that he wears every day. His blood is blue, glowing and unnatural. Even the tendrils that make his form are the same hue as his eyes. Stars speckle his skin, moving impossibly like flowing water on his skin. Like the blood that flows in his veins are the cosmos themself.

He creates matter—items, objects, and things galore. As long as he can envision it, it will manifest itself from thin air on his command. Living things are a special case - he tends to disregard them. And willingly will snuff them out before they gain sentience of where they are. It’s a rather cruel method, but the doorman explains that because all life ends with death. He is simply making it approach faster since the living matter he created decomposes at an alarming rate. Causing it to vanish as fast as it was made in some cases.

“I haven’t slaughtered a man like this in ages, what a treat!” — translated to: in his past, he was a worshipped god. He killed humans for less and used their willingness to please him to make them go mad. Villages fell as he used leaders as puppets, speaking his demands through them as if he were wearing their bodies himself. At some point, he would use their skin, possessing their body until he couldn’t anymore, and then move on to his next host. A normal human wouldn’t perceive his true form without losing their mind, which proved less than useful to a fledgling god who wanted nothing more than to develop his influence.

Eternus, his true name, rather than the doorman. Spoken barely by anyone who lived as long as he did. Many refuse to say his name, for fear of uttering his power into the world. After all, the doorman keeps him grounded. Reminding that he is there to serve, not to rule.

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[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?

[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?

— The - The Door

[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

I think one of the quickest ways to set off The Doorman is being dismissive to him when he's just playing his role. He is usually rather calm and collected, but his anger boils over when people are dismissive. Most of the time, he masks it with a smile, but his eyes glow with malice - and just for a moment, he thinks about just going back to his old ways and showing them what he really thinks. He hides it extremely well, but it's to the point where he's heard everything in the book from working as a service provider. There's hardly anything anyone can say anymore that a rich person hasn't said to him without hesitation due to their entitlement.

[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?

Silence. When there's absolutely nothing. Usually, when there's absolute quiet before something happens, many find it scary or unsettling. A forest is going quiet, save for the gentle whistle of the winds, the birds' song stopping, and whatever population is clearing the area due to danger. Bliss - absolute bliss to him.

[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?

I don't think the doorman knows what pain is; he doesn't feel much physically in terms of pain and suffering due to just wearing human skin. But he refuses to let himself return to his old ways. - That being an elder god that ruled over humans with an iron fist. He finds more comfort knowing that he is needed rather than feared, and constantly has to remind himself on his worst days that letting the mask slip can cause serious repercussions. That's really nothing that he can actually fear, but mostly because he would find it an annoyance to have people searching for him or trying to get rid of him when they know his absolute truth. While many know he is a strange person, they just assume he has magical abilities, not that he is a god wearing a human meat suit that he could peel off like a Sunday outfit.

Returning to feeling needed, he finds joy in knowing he can handle mundane tasks without issue. He loves people watching; he observes them like ants in an ant farm. Many of the guests at the baroness have no idea that the doorman is silently observing them, as if he's watching fish in an aquarium. Of course, he understands privacy; he doesn't intrude when they are intimate. But he does peek when they are wandering the halls or just simply doing things in their room. He says nothing, shares nothing, and silently adds notes to previous encounters with various other humans. He still thinks it's weird how they can sit for hours watching TV without moving.

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❝ Aha! — Oh! Oh! I've one for you, Quinn. ❞ Wren mused, plucking his friends cigar and snagging it between his own teeth. He leaned far back in his chair, making damn sure Venator wouldn't be able to snatch it back too quickly. ❝ Ah Ah Ah -- You'll get your beloved todóg back when you answer my riddle. ❞ He crossed his legs, even daring to blow a cheeky cloud of smoke towards his friend:

❝ Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still. ❞ He smiled, a wicked little grin, ❝ What am I? ❞

The older man's mouth pulled itself into a frown as he watched the other's playful demeanor. Brow furrowing only for a moment, just to soften again as he watched Wren tease him. He couldn't bring himself to dislike the younger - they've found a common ground after the war. Ever since then, Quinn had viewed him as his responsibility. Not that he cared to have brothers, but both Wren and Robin had found a place in his heart to keep safe.

He sits up slightly from his chair, a grunt escaping his chest as calloused hands adjust it beneath him. "You always got somethin' for me, don't you? Yer brother deal with this all the time?" There's a hint of amusement in his gruff voice as he scratches his stubble. Thinking and trying to familiarize his knowledge of riddles.

A rough exhale escapes his nostrils as he mutters. "White horses... moving an' then standing still? Reminds me of snow, but then what is red? Not blood, that would be too gruesome for somethin' like this. - You get these from one of your brother's books again, didn't ya?" He untenses his body, leaning back in his chair, causing the back of it to creak with the sudden support of weight after being left alone for a moment. Hand rising dismissively as he yields to Wren's riddle. "Ah, ya got me - what's the answer?"

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One of my headcanons for doorman is that hes a thing wearing human skin. A lot of people headcanon him to have blue blood as well – which I agree on. I think his true form is more cosmic/tentacles and lights than anything. It looks like a humanoid form, with a shattered face of galaxies. Two blue stars make it’s eyes and it’s tendrils are what make his limbs.

His suit he wears along with his gloves leave minimal room for his skin to peek out spare for his head and partially his neck. I like to think it’s because the skin underneath doesn’t exist. There’s nothing there spare for blue slimy tendrils making up his limbs like muscle fibers woven together.

Sure, hes horrifying, but at least he’s pleased with what he’s doing right now.

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₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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// sorry for not writing!! I owe some replies and stuff. Will be reblogging some sentence starts too since I like to keep my door open, no pun intended oopsies!

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I do wanna touch on the remnants of him being human. Or whatever is left of him, for that matter.

I think after a while, he kind of went insane, like good vampires do. I don't think he suffers from an obsession, but rather an addiction. I do think that at some point in his life, he suffered from paranoia, pain, and even self-loathing. He hated what he had become, and unlike Mina, he didn't really choose to be who he was.

I think for moments of time, he looked at himself in horror. He tried to starve himself to keep away from people, but eventually the hunger did win, and he basically 'saw red' and regained consciousness/sentience over a corpse. I like to believe that, on and off, he tried to stop this hunger, which made him the 'boogeyman' overnight. Unwillingly, he became something that people were scared of because of his brutality. When in reality, it was just him trying to end his life before it got out of hand, and unfortunately, losing the battle to his animalistic hunger when he was about to starve to death.

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[ three muses that occupy the same space and none of them can stand each other and it’s probably the funniest thing ngl ]

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[ The father, the doorman, and holy fuck ]

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[ three muses that occupy the same space and none of them can stand each other and it’s probably the funniest thing ngl ]

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+ New Muse: Father Quinn Rourke (Venator) - Deadlock

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paranoid would be an understatement. with their back pressed into the sharp wall, scowling up at the presence that had made them jump out of their skin. hand still grips the case for dear life. their afflicted hand hurts with the grip, every muscle itches to run and hide.

" I'd rather they didn't spot me at all. " they mumble, their gaze drawing away to meticulously scan the shadows. paranoid, sure, but it keeps them alive.

the distrustful glare snaps back up to the high perch. everything about the drifter screams the feeling of imminent danger, but his words are .. kinder than expected.

" ... you might not be after me, but someone is. " though, they'd take their hunter not being the drifter as a small mercy. he seems like someone who wouldn't miss. grip adjusts around the case's handle with a sharp, unsteady breath. a poor attempt to steady themself. " do you .. have a plan? "

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𝐓he grin widens - he says exactly what the Drifter was hoping to hear. He can't help but chuckle a little before his voice goes low and dreadfully sweet. For a moment, they were on the same page. Allies for the briefest of moments. One that many would downright refuse - but this was a different case.

"Mhn - y'see, don't like when someone's huntin' on my grounds. I can get rid of 'dem or you. But now that I get a good look at you - no meat on dem bones to really make dis a satisfyin' hunt. Usually I jus' kill the first person I come by." There's a disgusting coo in his voice, as if he's trying to be friendly. Although his eyes and demeanor say otherwise. Like a cat watching a mouse squirm under it's gaze. His grin widens, his claws flex as if ready to strike. But then it simply... stops.

"I think the one who's hunting you will be much more fun than a briefcase carryin' stick." His voice casually cuts through the tension in the air. Crimson eyes glint with amusement, corners wrinkling with his grin, as his body weight shifts as he drops from his perch with a thud of his boots to concrete.

"I kill 'em for you 'an we call it a fair exchange. Don't care how long it take for me, so we gonna be buddies for... mmm.. however long they decide to tail you. I don't hear no heartbeat 'sides yours, which means they not close enough yet to get any shot. We call dis a favor where I'm from. You don't owe me nothin' - yet - cept free meal that's walkin' it's way behind you. If I don't get no kill tonight, you gonna' be my free meal. So hope dis fool won't take long."

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RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

your name:

Romantic or platonic?:

A night in or dinner out or an activity?:

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?:

What's your perfect date?:

Would you cook for me?:

Would you let me cook for you?:

Can we make-out?:

Make out in private or in public?:

Do you like to cuddle?:

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?:

Couch or bed?:

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?:

Tell me something about you no else knows:

Why do you want to be my valentine?:

What makes you a good Valentine?: