Archimedes Thomadeus-Cavanagh RP

OC. INDIE. SEL. TRIGGERS PRESENT, DEAD DOVE.

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{✿} – Oh! How quaint! Some cube entities! Archimedes tipped his non-existent cap in salutation, pleasantly amused by the casual appearance of the four-sided symmetrical figures. Anomalies! Everywhere! Whoever said that London did harbour no beast had clearly been searching in all the wrong places. ❝Hey!❞ He raised his hand to greet them, ❝Not much, and you...? Travel well?❞ His grin was slightly awkward but companionable and teeming with boyish energy.

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sunnysmiles2​:

Megan frowned. She could tell that both smiles he gave had been forced, and not been true.  She went back to eating for a time as he did so, wondering what she could do to cheer him up. She nodded, as he talked about the difficulty of his schoolwork. College was indeed difficult. She knew firsthand of that. “Sure, you can if you want to. I don’t really drink.” She said honestly, and smiled at him.  Then, she got an idea that brought a mischievous grin to her face. “Tell me, Archimedes…are you ticklish?” She asked, almost excited to find a weak point. @alstroemeriarevoluta

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{✿} – Archimedes considered his options for a moment or two before deciding against the wine. It would look questionable to his father if he was drinking on his own, and he had a penchant for returning home unannounced. Archimedes was not a risk taker. Not when it came to matters like this. That being said, he hadn’t exactly asked his father if Megan was a welcome guest in his home, but the simple prospect of finally making a real friend in this place had far outweighed any doubt he’d had about explaining himself later on. Megan was the closest thing Archimedes had had to a friend since leaving home.

The schoolboy paused for an unreal amount of time with his knife halfway through a piece of asparagus upon the question being put to him. The faint upturn of a smirk tugged at his features, which then quickly transformed into a cheeky grin. ❝That was the most incompetently veiled threat I’ve ever heard!❞

Suddenly, Archimedes leapt up from where he was seated, clearly just as game as she was. ❝If you want to tickle me, then you’ll have to catch me first, won’t you?❞ Off like a shot up the split staircase he went, quickly abandoning his steak dinner in pursuit of some puerile entertainment - something in which he had not much indulged since his coming to England. Not that his perfectly polished British accent would allude to him being from a completely different plane altogether. ❝Catch me if you can, Megan! I won’t wait up!❞ He called giddily from the top of the stairs.

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Anonymous said: Leaves him a cursed Viking banana. you could tell it was a viking by the armor it wore and the fur wrappings that looked like a makeshift vest for a banana.

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{✿} – He’d already walked past the heavily clad banana once or twice before he had decided to inspect it closer. He’d gotten a weird vibe from it the first time, but something about it exuded consequence and therefore elicited his curiosity. He mulled over the idea of giving it a tentative prod with a 9B pencil, but he thought better of it. Lowering himself slowly to its level where it sat forebodingly upon the thick oak table, Archimedes peered at the banana intently, examining the armour in which it was clad. He got the distinct feeling that it was trying to draw him in. ❝I don’t think so...I’m cursed enough already, thank you very much!❞ The student murmured dismissively, retracting his gaze to focus idly upon a poster that advertised the school’s chess club, in blunt defiance.

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Everyone else’s music taste sucks but mine *Plays the worst song you’ve heard on your entire life*

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@sunnysmiles2​ sent a sentence starter: ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

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{✿} – Archimedes hesitated in lowering his gilded knife & fork to peruse. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was particularly stoic with her, but perhaps he had been, more so than he realised. ❝...Oh.❞ He reflected upon that for a fleeting moment before glancing up from his plate of food to meet her gaze, ❝Sorry!❞ He responded to the remark by applying an overly-exaggerated smile that flaunted his charming rows of pristinely white teeth; his true eldritch smile obscured beneath his fae glamour - an advantage, to say the least. How the Hell his father, who did not possess the ability to conceal his animalistic dentition, had somehow managed to convince the entire nation that he had simply opted for custom veneers to enhance his celebrity persona completely bewildered him. Were people really that stupid? He supposed they must’ve been to have fallen for that drivel. It was so blindingly obvious, and yet they neglected to see what was right before their eyes.

Archimedes minimised his smile to suit a more temperate climate, sinking his fork into a particularly sumptuous looking hunk of steak on his porcelain Dolce & Gabbana dinner plate, ❝I promise I do smile. I’ve just been really focused on my schoolwork, you know? I had some exams recently, so I’ve been doing a lot of revision. Hopefully, now that it’s the Summer holidays, I can take it a bit easier for a while. Um...❞ His gaze wandered tentatively towards the wine rack housing several luxurious bottles of red, to which Archimedes had to feign his unfamiliarity, ❝I’m not really sure if I’m supposed to do this, but...did you want some wine with your food? I mean...they’re already open, so...I’m sure it’ll be alright.❞ He smiled again, this time with a little less assurance than before. He could probably get away with it if his father found out...he might have to polish Dead George for the transgression, though.

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the-dead-gxrls​:

Lazari had to take a moment to recover as the teen wriggled out of her grasp and fell to the floor. Even if she hadn’t been successful at picking him up, she was still a little winded from trying.

Fuck, I’m out of shape, she thought with a grimace.

Once she’d recovered, she shot Archimedes a dirty glare, though there was no real heat behind it. As he felt around for his glasses, she couldn’t help but snort at his words, a smirk spreading across her face. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, can you?” she drawled. He did have a point about the trespassing, but she’d never admit it.

He got to his feet, then, and Lazari was reminded that, compared to him, she was short. Lazari was short compared to most people, but knowing how young he was, well, it was a bit of a hit to her ego. She tilted her head to look back up at him, forcing her smirk into a more passive, disinterested expression. As he tried to bargain with her, she mulled it over for a moment.

Archimedes had been there a few times at this point, and to Lazari’s surprise he remembered her every time. That had to mean something, and there was definitely something special about this kid for him to remember her. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was… nice, having someone talk to her on a regular basis that wasn’t Salem (not that she didn’t like Salem, but having someone else to interact with wasn’t exactly unwelcome). Lazari had no idea what about her had this kid so interested, but the company wasn’t unappreciated.

“Alright,” she sighed, rolling her eyes and crossing her thin arms. “I’ll show you around if you really wanna see it so badly, kid, but don’t whine to me if it’s not up to your expectations.” And with that, she turned and walked deeper into the old, abandoned house she’d been living in for the past few months, gesturing vaguely for Archie to follow her.

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{✿} – Archimedes arched a finely preened brow, ❝Expectations? I have none except for, maybe, seeing some spiders...or hearing the spine-chilling, fear-inducing sound of some water dripping somewhere from a rusty, old pipe!❞ He laughed sarcastically in benign exasperation. What had she thought him to be expecting to see, anyway? A ghost? He was fairly certain he’d already had plenty of run-ins with those back home...

No, he just liked old buildings. It didn’t matter that they weren’t listed buildings with chronicles of important historic events for him to study. That wasn’t why he liked them. They were important to somebody, once. And while his footprints disturbed the long-forgotten dust on the ground as he peered curiously into every crack and louse-ridden crevice, shone his torch upon every unswept cobweb and its flies, and tentatively put pressure on each crumbling stair just threatening to give out beneath his feet, it was almost as though he could feel the history, almost as if he could really be a part of it. It was fascinating to him. Actually, now that he thought about it, he perused that perhaps it was a form of escapism for him; to imagine that he were someone else, in a different place, in a different time...

Or maybe, he was just a sucker for the musty aroma of architectural senectitude???

❝I knew I could win you round, eventually. So, tour guide!❞ Archimedes winked and nudged her facetiously as he tagged along beside her and then instantaneously regretted it when he realised how fucking dumb of a thing to do that was, and retrieved his trusty high-brightness, low-battery-consumption torch from his back pocket. ❝What’s your best guess at who lived here?❞

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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@thatonesakudere​ sent a sentence starter: ❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞ she tutted, words coated in feigned concern — sugary-sweet but oh-so poisonous. Dark eyes glistened with a hint of amusement, yet her face held nothing but disdain. Ugh; how unsightly. Still, one can rarely look away from a train wreck. Blame the morbid curiosity.

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{✿} – ❝Tell it to someone who-❞ He staggered precariously on his feet, legs becoming intertwined and causing him to collide with the wall which he then descended down until he was sprawled haplessly on the floor, half-bottle of whiskey in his hand, ❝...cares.❞

In spite of his drunken insensibility, he had full knowledge of the bitterness within her tone, of which Archimedes remained unappreciative. ❝You don’t KNOW me...get a fuckin’-​ ❞ The teenager paused in order to stifle his vomit, ❝...life.❞

Sober Archimedes would be appalled at himself. This wasn’t him. He was a nice, quiet boy who grit his teeth in the face of malice, but it seemed that the sneering woman had got the best of him. A brief flicker of rationality transposed with his intoxicated temper as he silently mused upon this, hugging the bottle of alcohol close to his chest, ❝...Sorry...’m not usually like this...❞

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Blue Roses- Ann Erpino

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@the27percent​ sent a sentence starter: “Perhaps because they’d only heard of them by rough description.“

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{✿} – ❝Then, if that was the case, they probably shouldn’t have made any frivolous judgements, let alone thrown water at them! That’s assault, you know!❞ Archimedes immediately counter-defended, ❝It isn’t as if they couldn’t have just asked someone who was actually there if what they’d heard about them having supposedly said was true before they just stormed straight up to them like that. I was there too, you know, for the whole thing! I saw and heard everything. It wasn’t their fault that somebody from another class decided to twist their words into something crueller than what was originally intended.❞ That was all he was going to say in attempt to clear his classmate’s name, and perhaps that was all he could say. Either way, Archimedes knew that he had to try to stand up for what was right by speaking the truth. He tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling annoyed with the injustice and gritting his teeth to avoid saying anything sharper. It didn’t matter that he was only casual friends with the victim. It was the principle of the matter; the unfairness of it that really got to him. ❝I don’t want to argue with you about this. I’m going back to class...I hope that you’ll reconsider your bias by the end of the day...❞ The teenager ducked away and began to head back inside for the next lesson with the new substitute.

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@recklessinventor​ sent a sentence meme: ❝ Ah, fuck– I can’t believe you’ve done this. ❞

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{✿} – ❝I didn’t mean to!❞ Archimedes practically leapt to express his regret, dabbing the stain as best he could with whatever tissue had been folded neatly inside his pocket. Primarily, he’d seemed apologetic for what he had done, which he was...just slightly less so when his analytical gaze dragged over the various miscellaneous belongings strewn across the floor. ❝It must have been the mess! I tripped and spilled my tea all over the sofa...I’m really sorry, I-I’ll clean it up...do, uh...you have any cleaning products in your house...?❞ It wasn’t entirely clear in those moments whether he was still apologising to Jeff or passive-aggressively criticising the disorderliness of his living quarters in order to pass the blame. Probably a little bit of both.

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Anonymous said: "I'm sorry to be an annoyance! But has Jesus entered you recently?" She hands a leaflet to the boy, "In our hearts, he enters all of us! Even young people like you! So take Jesus in you, take him fully, pray weekly! And live a happy healthy life, young one!" The lady points down the street to a old, decayed building, "We have a church just down the road! Do come by!"

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{✿} – ❝I mean...I’m technically Roman Catholic & this leaflet says you’re a Christian church, but...❞ Yes, Archimedes was well aware of the incongruity of that, given his demonic lineage, ❝I guess I could stop by and take a look at some point. Always open to learning about different perspectives and whatnot!❞ He chuckled softly and admired the pamphlet in his hands, his thumb circling over the name of the church. ❝Nice lettering. I’ll try to come by on Sunday morning, okay?❞

It had never been about Catholicism or Christianity to him...truthfully, he would just be content to find a church whose worshippers didn’t try to get him excluded for demonianism. Funny, that he was perceived as being possessed by a demon as opposed to actually being one. He honestly hadn’t expected this sort of reaction from humankind when he made the jump to England. He’d assumed that he would manage to fit in quite well, but he had since learned that it wasn’t as easy as just hiding his wings and talking in a British accent. People picked up on his aura, and that was what usually gave him away. Especially to religious followers. It wasn’t like he really even cared about Jesus, anyway. It was more of just another one of his Terran fads. He was essentially the UK-loving equivalent of a Weeaboo.

Not that he would ever admit it...

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@the-fallen-and-arcane-knight​ said: “Why are you so fascinated by him?“ the knight asked.

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{✿} – ❝I don’t know, Ramon!❞ Archimedes shrugged to an exaggerated scale, clearly getting fed up by the insinuation that he should be handling this better than he was. ❝Maybe it’s because I just found out that I even have a Dad, or maybe it’s because I genuinely can’t tell if he’s a serial killer or just criminally insane, but either way, I think I have the right to feel a tad confused with life right now!❞ The teenager threw his homework ragefully to the floor before sitting down suddenly and rubbing his temples. ❝...My Mother is dead, Ramon. Everyone keeps asking me all these questions and expecting me to have the answers, but I don’t...! I just wanna go home & for her to be there, but I can’t, and she won’t, and...and I can’t even talk about her because...❞ He shut his mouth before he said too much. ❝...Look, just go, will you? You’re just making me feel worse, the same as everybody else...❞

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Anonymous said: Cover that stump before you hump!

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{✿} –  ❝I...❞ Archimedes stopped in his tracks & stared on at the stranger in grand bewilderment, ❝Are you serious? Is this some sort of test? I - I don’t...❞ He seemed to be truly perturbed by this conversation as he adjusted his glasses on his face, ❝Did my Dad send you to teach me about sex because he’s too afraid to have the talk with me himself? Is that what this is? You do realise I’m fourteen, don’t you? Like...an actual child?❞

That never stopped him when it came to the illegal ingestion of various stolen alcohols, but hey, they didn’t need to know about that. Funnily enough though, this encounter had nothing to do with Alex at all. Whatever this stranger’s intentions were, they were completely self-determined.

❝I’m going home now. Maybe, I’ll catch up with you on the perilous dangers of unsafe sex another time.❞ He definitely wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t have minded as much in a more appropriate setting such as - you know - his school giving them a presentation on the subject, or in a conversation with his similarly aged classmates. But being accosted on his journey home just for a fully grown adult to unceremoniously brooch the awkward matter of proper condom use just felt...well. In bad taste. He sincerely hoped that this was a one-off & that they had no further intentions towards him or any of the other kids back on their route home from school.

Next time, Archimedes would come prepared with something sharp. Like a scarificator. Or his father’s scorn.

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Continued {x} @weregonnagetyou​

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“Dude, I don’t even know. It is so hard to carve shapes into these things.” Mia chipped away at it, trying to make it less phallic and more ghosty. There was pumpkins guts and shavings all over the floor and her lap.

“Would your dad be okay with us using them?”

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{✿} –  ❝I didn’t say that,❞ Archimedes denied, amusement present on his boyish features as his impulsivity broadened his smirk, ❝I said I know where he keeps them. Actually, he doesn’t even know that I invited you here. Not yet, at least. He won’t be home until later.❞ He motioned with his hand for her to follow behind him, his bare feet padding down the long hall. ❝Ignore that,❞ Archimedes offhandedly advised her as Mia walked past an unusually sentient looking statue on her right, and once more when a wisp of some sort seemed to escape from what looked to be an antiquated urn on her left, ❝and that.❞ 

Eventually, they reached a large & wide closet door of which Archimedes turned the knob, ducking swiftly when a raging swarm of moths cacophonously erupted from within its confines. He slowly rose back up to his full height, grimacing as he turned to look at Mia, stretching his back. ❝Definitely ignore that.❞ he cleared his throat, peering into the unlit closet. His arms seemed to completely disappear into the shadows, but quickly reemerged without injury. He had retrieved the trolley with his father’s tools. It looked as thought it had come right out of the dentist’s office, a spatter or two of dried blood included. Just for dramatic effect, of course. Probably. ❝I should probably inform you that I don’t actually know how to properly use these things. Taxidermy’s not my thing. Still, when pumpkin carving’s on the cards, I’m sure we can put them to good use!❞ nodded the boy with the glasses, his youthfulness suddenly shining through. ❝Just try not to accidentally cut yourself, okay? If you bleed on my dad’s carpet, he will kill us.❞ Archimedes said with a more serious comportment, his deadpan making it difficult to see that he was joking about the murder. With that being said, even Archimedes couldn’t be completely sure...