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devon walker, indie private oc | written by tara | 21+

[devonwalker]

lucifer is just going to lovingly offer her a rubber duck as a token of friendship. ( @angelfelled )

devon takes the duck from lucifer, one brow raised and lips pinched into a tiny smile. 'wh... you're giving me a rubber duck?' there's something so odd and charming about it that it catches her off guard. she's not normally a smiley person. but come on, who's gonna glower at a rubber duck? an asshole, that's who. 'i... thanks. that's...' she shakes her head, still in disbelief. 'this is cute.'

[pinkinnards]

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[vidaeodromearc]

pinch yourself and keep repeating I’M AT THE MOVIES! I’M AT THE MOVIES! I’M AT THE MOVIES! I’M AT THE MOVIES!

[devonwalker]

[glamoroussource]

deborah ann woll photographed for ‘the laterals’ by graham dunn - 2016

[mattzipmua]

DEBORAH ANN WOLL as KAREN PAGE

The Punisher 1.10

[horrorwomensource]

Deborah Ann Woll as Amanda Harper • Escape Room (2019)

[maxyartwork]

so excited to see my girl karen page again

[goblincaptain]

the appreciation is nearly overwhelming. which is by no means rue's fault, but the fault of a court who gave knickolas none, even though he was their prized champion. hob couldn't fault them too much - they are the goblin court, after all, and as such, they didn't have much to offer outside of rudeness, meanness, and the core values they upheld. knickolas simply never understood these things like his fellow beasts did. to have someone who would not scold him, but instead embrace the positive differences he had from the king and his people, gave him an appreciation of his own that he could not quite vocalize. maybe in due time, but for now, kp relished in the feeling that rue's words gave him, and left it at that.

'there is no need to thank me for telling the truth. in fact, i am a horrible liar. just the worst. all of the goblins have said so,' if there was one thing he could do for them, it was give them honesty. rue had, after all, shown their true self to him and the rest of the bloom. the least hob could do was ensure that rue knew he was being genuine. he tries not to be too in awe of them as their eyes meet, though it may be apparent that he is - not only was he a horrid liar, but at times, he had a hard time keeping certain expressions from his features. adoration, apparently, being one of them. this should be shameful, and perhaps knickolas would feel as such at a later time, but he did not want to be ashamed of how he felt, in this moment. he wanted to bask in it. he wanted to bask in rue.

two beasts of their stature sharing such kindness for one another may be startling to the beautifully elegant fey of the bloom, but neither of them should worry about such a thing. hob has always been who he is, and now, rue could do the same. 'thank you for answering. and might i add... vulnerability is not such a bad thing. as hypocritical as i will sound, it is an honor - not just for me, but everyone at the bloom - to be able to see you as you truly are. the feeling of being vulnerable is a natural feat all of us feel, at times, but... never does it have to be shameful,' says the goblin who struggles to be vulnerable, but he never claimed to be a perfect man. would never claim to be such a thing. hob cleared his throat. 'regardless, the courage you hold is inspiring. i commend you for showing who you really are. few here at the bloom, or even in the world, would do the same,'

[devonwalker]

there are hints, here and there, of what hob has been through. certain things are made clear simply by the sheer difference between him and the bulk of his court. but the most revealing is the way the captain speaks about himself. it breaks rue's heart to hear the way he always seems to think of himself as falling short. any court with good sense should count itself fortunate–– blessed–– to have him as its champion. they wish they could spirit him away, even to the court of wonder. at the very least, there would be one person to respect him as he deserves. but that is not the way of things.

'well,' they say judiciously, 'perhaps the goblin court could learn something about the value in truth.' rue is too transfixed by knickolas to recognize the twin feeling in their companion's eyes. the court of wonder might not look kindly on this bond, but rue doesn't care. there are things to be ashamed of, things they strive never to feel, to seem, to do. but they haven't been conditioned the way hob has. sentiment is not always an asset in the court of wonder, but it isn't strictly frowned upon. the bloom itself is proof enough of that. even if political matches reign supreme, love has always been the bloom's professed purpose of the event. and everyone deserves love–– even rue, as much as they sometimes struggle to believe it.

the smile softly, gaze flicking down. thank you for answering. really, hob's kindness is wasted on the goblin court. but as he continues rue's brow lifts. they wonder if he knows just how profound he can be. his words settle over them and in an instant they feel cared for in a way they have never known. wuvvy is the only real friend they have ever had, but this... this is something different. 'i...' they falter. 'frankly, captain hob, i don't know what to say. your kindness is... deeply appreciated. the support you have shown me, i...' they take a breath, centering themself once more. 'thank you. from the bottom of my heart, thank you.' a moment passes in comfortable silence before rue speaks again. 'you're braver than you give yourself credit for, i think. but that is not all you are.' they turn their face to look at him, really look at him, and slow to a halt. 'i hope you know that.'

[goblincaptain]

to consume is to keep forever. a normal being would simply put their memorabilia some where in their chambers for safe keeping, but as a goblin, it was known that they ate things that they wanted to keep with them always. their stomachs were useful for a far many things, but this was a ritual that meant a lot to his kind. which is why he had folded up his own dance card, the one with only delloso's name on it, and swallowed it whole. it was intimate, the way he gazed at them while he did it, and now - feeling emboldened - he asked for another dance. those around them would understand what was going on ( to dance with only one person the whole night had certain implications in the rules of the bloom ), but hob, for once, could not bring himself to care. 'then i should think myself lucky. luckier than any other suitor in this room, to be sure,' there is little hesitation in the way kp bows deeply to rue, taking their hand before he could overthink this night, pulling rue closer than he had even the previous dance. 'with your practice, mistrx of ceremonies, perhaps i will be - less inclined to step on your feet, this time,' it's his attempt at teasing as he begins to lead them around the dance floor, surrounded by fey that make no attempt to hide the way they stare at two monstrous beasts twirling beside them.

[devonwalker]

rue may not understand the goblin custom of consumption on a intellectual level, but there is no mistaking the intention of the gesture–– not with the way hob looks at them. there is something deeply ardent in it, and it stirs a feeling in rue that they rarely dare to acknowledge. judgement for their true self has been something to fear, but judgement for their actions? few, rue likes to think, would dare. and even if the other fey would dare, rue can't find it in themself to give a damn. they care about hob, what he thinks, how he feels. and right now, he's asking them to dance.

so a dance he shall have.

they match his bow with another curtsy, taking his hand with confidence–– and perhaps with thinly concealed delight. 'well,' they say lightly. 'i seem to be under some particularly remarkable auspices myself.' the thrill of hob's sudden closeness overrides the fear that lingers all over them. if there are cruel voices in the back of their mind, rue's heartbeat drowns them out with a thunderous drum. where their skin may have once crawled, they feel only comfort. his words make the laugh, a small, quiet thing. 'knickolas, you could step on my toes each time we danced for an eternity and i would still take your hand. every time.'

[terra-toma]

I ain’t gettin this any doner but!! THEY

[goblincaptain]

'it is no doing of mine, rue, that makes you beautiful. you are the single most alluring creature i have ever met. though if i may have any hand in your belief in your own beauty, than i am, and will always, be honored to remind you of it,' the daisy looks rather striking within the green fur and feathers of rue's being, knickolas glancing over them with adoration beyond measure within golden eyes. the flower is from his own garden, one he has been nourishing for several months now. no flora nor fauna would ever compare to the vision that was delloso de la rue. the sunlight washes over the two of them, but it is rue that keeps knickolas warm. fingers brush against their cheek once leaving the flower in their fur, his grin soft, reserved just for them. 'after all, you've helped me see myself as more than some simple, low born goblin. i would only wish to return the favor,'

[devonwalker]

rue knows that hob isn't even trying to be romantic; he speaks from the heart and poetry spills forth. they shake their head not in disagreement but in sheer disbelief at their luck to have found this kind of love. hob's garden blossoms around them, such a beautiful representation of the nature he was forced to suppress for so long. in him there is a nurturer, a gentle soul. feeling hob's fingers drift softly across their cheek, they lift a hand to rest against his jaw. 'you are beautiful, hob.' they trace the smooth curve of the backs of their claws along his cheek, following the slope of his nose, his brow. 'it's as if you were cut from a piece of my dreams.' eyes flicker shut as the soft feathers of rue's face press closer into hob's palm. 'you have always been more than they told you you were.'

[goblincaptain]

since meeting rue, the two growing comfortable together, kp has learned quite a lot about them. rue had been gracefully honest about being taken from their home when they were an owlbear cub. so stoic that it made hob's heart ache a bit. surly it was a traumatic experience, but they've handled so many things in stride, that hob supposed he shouldn't be surprised by rue's resignation. goblin sits next to his beloved, glancing over at them, unabashed, searching their features, seeing forlornness and taking their hand in his own upon noticing. 'you will always have my company, whenever needed,' a squeeze to their palm before hob glances out across the forest. light filters through the leaves, causing lines of sun to pinprick the canopy and hit the ground in small circles. 'i would help you, you know - if you ever wanted to seek out your family,' eyes travel back toward rue, watching their features for any change. 'i was a military man, after all - i can be quite... resourceful, when given the chance,'

[devonwalker]

they feel no insecurity around him, not any longer. the moment they had revealed themselves, they'd known that hob didn't judge them–– and never would. the forest hums quietly with life around the two, comforting and painful all at once. things that might have been create a foggy world behind amber eyes; the peace that might have been known among these trees, and the wild freedom. but the touch of hob's hand brings to mind another thought: that if not for the court of wonder, they might never have met the other half of their heart. 'then i shall always have your company,' they say, nuzzling their beak against the goblin's cheek, 'because i will always need it.' the gentle squeeze of their hand brings rue back to them selves just a little bit more. they cover his hand with theirs, eyes beginning to shine with emotion as hob makes his offer. 'i...' for a moment, they are truly lost for words. such an enormous undertaking, offered so unselfishly. but then, that's hob all over. 'thank you, knickolas,' they only manage to whisper. rue gazes out at the canopy of green, considering. 'i think... that i may not be ready. but one day...' a sigh, not resigned, but steadying. 'one day i might be.'

[beebssources]

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[devonwalker]

impulse joined a dnd group at a board game cafe today i leave in an hour and i have simply made two characters already

[slash-aaa]

'rue! hello! it is so good to see you!' andhera, wearing much more casual clothing than he was used to, clearly different from the princely attire he was made to wear when he was still residing in the unseelie court, approaches the owlbear with open arms. embrace is tight as andhera wraps them around delloso, pressing a cheek against their fur, squeezing them gently before he fully pulls away. he has to look up quite a ways, but he's happy to do so, the smile on his face a beaming one. 'a pleasure, as always! and quite the surprise, i will be honest with you - as i am want to do,' awkward chuckle. 'to what do i owe the pleasure? you are, of course, always welcome in my home - after all, we are of the same court, now, are we not? - i simply did not expect company,' @chariothart.

[devonwalker]

rue smiles warmly at andhera, returning the embrace with equal affection. they have long been fond of the prince, and consider themself lucky to call him a fellow courtier. the unseelie court–– his own family–– always sought to stamp out his kindness, but he hadn't let them and that fills rue with no small amount of pride. they are filled with such warmth seeing their friend, it's all they can do not to start preening him. rue hadn't thought revealing their true form would much change them. but this newfound freedom, the love they share with hob... they have never felt allowed to feel the full scope of their feelings. and now, it's like the breaking open of a dam. 'the pleasure is all mine,' rue says, 'though i really should apologize for stopping by unannounced. this newfound freedom has left me a little more spontaneous than i would normally be.'

[devonwalker]

i am still and will forever be on my rue smiling agenda