mister loverman

[flik-feathery]

greatiggspectations​:

Yeah, What? || open

“How would that work though? Like what’s the magistics?” Tigg asked. She meant logistics. Swore she said logistics.

“The what?” Flik blinked in attempt to emphasis his confusion before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s simple, really. Maybe it’ll be shaped like a microwave and there’s a ‘blend’ option as one of the buttons. I’m not sure, I haven’t quite figured out the details yet.”

[greatiggspectations]

Yeah, What? || open

“Quick question. What the fuck, mate?” Tigg wasn’t surprised by much, but oh boy, was she at a loss for words today.

[outfit]

[flik-feathery]

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Flik, as out of character for him as it was, genuinely assumed that the invention circling his mind was a solid idea. When he explained the idea to the person, he may have sounded rather clueless. He was never a fan of critique, either, so her response caught him off guard a little bit. “A blender and a microwave combined into one? It sounds rather practical.”

[flik-feathery]

lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [open]

This was Lou’s fault for attempting to get out and get some fresh air. People were going to be rude. Honestly? Had he gone to France for two months and everyone had forgotten their manners? Who didn’t move out of the way when someone asked them to?

He had even said please.

“And why would I do that?” Lou said, going back to his work.

The guy had said please, although Flik was still far too stubborn to move. Normally, he’d move if requested to, with no objections whatsoever, not any sort of verbal communication at all. He’d simply get up and go! Not now, though.

“Well, I mean. You’re drawing right now, I assume. Plus, I’m in your view anyway, so there’s not much else to draw, is there?” He responded, smile broadening.

[lou-bonfightme]

shading || [open]

“You are in my light,” Lou said, without glancing up from his sketchbook. “Please remove yourself.”

[outfit]

[flik-feathery]

Flik chuckled, a mischievous glint gleaming in his eyes at the request. Had he been more considerate of the other, he would’ve moved almost immediately. Though, on this particular day, he had been feeling more chaotic than he usually felt, so he didn’t budge. “I’ll pass on that, thanks though.” A smirk graces his lips. “Perhaps you could draw me, though?”

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

Elliot laughed nudging Flik with a roll of his eyes. Blondes weren’t that bad. When they made it their personality usually you could get a good lay out of it at the very least.

“Gotta get a few more drinks in you and then maybe you’ll be able to flirt.” Elliot joked. “Besides I can be your wingman if you want. Sadly i rarely find engaging conversation when you just want a one night stand.”

“Precisely that. I need like, shots or something.” Flik noted with a grin. “I’m just terrified if I go up to somebody and try to flirt and fuck up right then and there.”

Conversation was sort of a necessity for Flik. He preferred making conversation, even as simple as small talk, especially when trying out one-night stands. “That’d be nice of you.” He nodded. “I’m pretty much the opposite, I need at least small talk to happen or else I feel like it will go nowhere.”

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

“Nah, just the couple ones I think of that I’d either have more with or multiple hookups are both blondes.” At the same time, Elliot wouldn’t be taking a chance with a relationship. any time soon either.

“But nah I’m really not picky, if they have a decent personality and won’t go all clingy on me then I’m pretty much always down for some fun.” That or they were a bitch to his family.

“Oh thank fuck.” Flik let out a sigh of relief at his words. He didn’t particularly have an issue with blondes in general, but he did have an issue with those blondes who would make everything about them about their hair color.

“I don’t think I’m picky either, I’m just shit at flirting as a whole. I agree with the whole decent personality thing, I enjoy people who can keep a conversation interesting, and I do like having fun.”

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

“Yet.” Elliot teased though his eyes followed the crowd trying to figure out who he had his eye on. Elli made a great wingman.

“Honestly same. I’m here for a good time when it comes down to it. Probably a weakness for blondes But I’m over all not to picky.” Elliot didn’t do relationships so he didn’t need to worry about being picky.

“Yeah, yet. As I said, I don’t have the guts to approach them right now, so I’m staying low.” He chuckled. “Me too. This night off will have been so worth it if that means finding a hook-up and partying my ass off.”

He chuckled to himself. “When you say blondes, you don’t mean the people who make being blonde their whole personality, right? Honestly, you don’t seem like the picky type.”

[flik-feathery]

jere-me--oh-my​:

The Prodigal Returns - Open

Jeremy grinned, it absolutely was sick.·“Yeah, it was epic. I mean, yeah. Ahead by like, 8 to 10 hours. Cause Australia’s so freaking massive that it actually has· bunch of different time zones! Which is cool, but I tell you, flying back all those timezones was weird.”

“But yeah, I promise I don’t just crouch outside of stores as like, a hobby, or something.”

“It does seem cool, besides the flying bit,” he noted with a smile. “Never been out of the country, really, so I might have to go there sometime.” He wondered if visiting Australia would be more of an impulse trip than anything else.

He laughed a bit at the other’s comment. “Yeah, I didn’t think you did. Would be a strange hobby if you really think about it.” Although Flik had rather peculiar interests himself, he felt rummaging through bags on a daily basis would just seem off-putting. 

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

“Oh yeah?” Elliot turned in his chair so he was facing the crowd. “Who would you pick then? Cute blond? Brunette.” Elliot scanned the crowd for anyone he thought was hot and he hadn’t hooked up with previously.

“What’s your type?”

“I can see…several people I’d pick. Not like I’m gonna approach them yet, though.” His eyes studied the crowd in thought before moving to lean against the table. “It’s always like receiving gifts at a party whenever I go out, you’ll never know what will happen.” He allowed for a poorly coordinated wink towards the other.

“My type?” Flik had never actually thought of that in a while, he kind of just went along with what anyone else would say. “I don’t care, as long as they’re good kissers. What about you?”

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

Elliot glanced over Flik at the momentary freeze before raising an eyebrow. “At the beginning of the year? Now that’s a choice.” Elliot shrugged who was he to say anything about Uni and being in it or not.

“I mean I’m not working, looking for a fun night. Maybe a hook up depending how it all goes. Very simple goals from me.”

“Well, I don’t work so it’s not like I have anywhere else to be.” He chuckled. It wasn’t like he wanted to work either, so he was much more comfortable just putting his feet up.

“I could also be doing that, looking for a hookup. I wasn’t thinking about that, but now that you’ve mentioned it, I might just have that in mind for tonight.”

[flik-feathery]

Problem Solver | An Essay

Written by F. Feathery, mid-2022.

I was born on a hot summer day in Doncaster, a village in Yorkshire, in July 1996. I’m the eldest child and firstborn son of seven, but I wasn’t treated any different from my siblings were growing up. When you think of a large family, you probably think of wealth, dolls made of porcelain and jack in the boxes carved from wood and delicately painted. That’s not even close to what I went through, though.

Unlike my younger siblings, I didn’t have hand-me-downs, I just wore most of my wardrobe until there were too big of holes, or it just didn’t fit anymore. Most notably through all of this, I wore the same old, torn shoes throughout primary school. I dealt with teasing and name-calling, and for so long; I yearned for a solution to my difficulties, and most importantly, my family’s difficulties. My family is everything to me, I would’ve and still would do anything for them. But that’s not necessarily what this is about.

When I was 12, we went to my nan’s house for a mini-holiday, it was there when I tinkered with some old junk in her attic. I made a little gadget, I don’t recall what it was exactly, but it was an adrenaline rush. It felt so incredible to make something for myself, and if I could do that, then could I perhaps do more with that?

Spoiler: I definitely can. Keep reading though, I’m far from done.

Most boys my age would have requested footballs or a fascinating bike for Christmas, and I would request usual teenage items like that too! I would not utilize them, however. I’d pull them apart, bit by bit until I was left with scraps. From those scraps, I’d spend hours at a time in my room, just rearranging the pieces until I was satisfied with my work. I felt so powerful, like my potential to do something good for this world was slowly improving day by day.

Fast-forward to right before my 18th birthday, I decided to skip out on college until I can get a solid grip on my life. Since my time skip, I moved to Swynlake at 16 and was nearing graduation from secondary school. I hear about this contest pertaining to engineering, and decide to enter one of my inventions into the engineering contest, just because I know it won’t go too far. Looking back on it now, it was a silly invention I submitted, it combined a pair of scissors and a pizza slicer, so you could essentially cut and slice the pizza at once, but at the time, I thought it was a terrific concept.

Eventually, after a bit of waiting and checking the mail constantly, I finally received the letter I’d been hoping for. I had won the contest, but there was a catch: the judges were from Pride U’s engineering board. I was over the moon, I finally felt like weights were lifted off of my shoulders, like after wishing on a shooting star, and it comes true. I’ve never actually done that - can someone confirm or deny it for me?

After years of making sure that my family was in a good spot both emotionally and physically, I moved out of their house and began my education at PrideU, only 7 years after I was meant to start. I currently major in engineering, but if that doesn’t go the way I prefer it to go, I may just go a different direction, and I am okay with that. I’m a very open-minded person when it comes to my interests. Next year is my second year there, and I can’t wait for the future.

I don’t know how to end a lot of the essays I write, because I’ll be honest - I’m not much of a writer. I think a solid summary of this essay is that I am a problem-solver. I have unique techniques for solving obstacles that turn up in my life, and no matter how difficult my life goes, I do my hardest to lessen these difficulties, so they will not come up in the future. For me, it is not an ‘I believe I will...’ statement I go by anymore, it is an ‘I know I will...’ statement. I know I will be comfortable in the future, and I know I will be satisfied with my life, both then and now. Most importantly, it may not be now, but I know everything will turn out okay.

[flik-feathery]

jere-me--oh-my​:

The Prodigal Returns - Open

“Oh, so I just flew in from Australia a couple of days ago!” Jeremy happily began telling all about it. “I mean, via Dubai obviously but it’s a hell of a lot of flying with a pretty short stop over, and I have not finished re-adjusting my sleep schedule yet,” he smiled.  “And honestly, I’d have been confused too. I probably look a little bit mad right now?” He gave the guy a friendly grin. 

“Australia? That’s fuckin’ sick. I could see the whole sleep schedule thing being an issue, aren’t they ahead by like a lot or something?” He wondered. “I couldn’t imagine flying for that long.”

He nodded, “Yeah, you did at first, and now I know you’re just a kid I feel a lot less awkward.” He grinned in response to the other.

[flik-feathery]

elliot-morey​:

Blasting Lullaby {Elli & Flik}

Elliot stuck stuck out his tongue at Flik, normally the only place Elli fall asleep so suddenly was when one of his brothers was around. It made it so much easier to ignore and pretend it never happened. But now? Well it seemed he was going to have to do some damage control.

“Snoozing with all this noise. You’re mistaken me for an over worked and tired student at Uni.” Elliot teased. “Like where you’re supposed to be?”

“You were snoozin’, though.” He remarked, huffing out a laugh. “I would’ve gotten it on record if my phone wasn’t at 2 percent.” Truly, Flik didn’t care if Elli was sleeping or not; it was just funny to him because well, why would you be caught sleeping in a club of all places?

At the mention of Uni, Flik froze up a little. “I dropped out.” He lied, a grin forming on his face. “Came here to celebrate my newfound freedom, obviously. But my question is why are you here?”

[elliot-morey]

Blasting Lullaby {Open}

Elliot was exhausted. Not because of the Spill but because he was working out of the town for a transfer program.

Maybe he should have rented a place for a few months while he did but one. money. two. he didn’t really want to be out of town THAT much. three. he liked to drive so it wasn’t too much of a hardship.

It just sucked getting into a new routine when he didn’t sleep all that much already.

And then the resurgence of Dian’s mystery disappearance. Well Elliot wanted a night out.

No one could have predicted in a packed and crowded club Elliot still found a way to drift off at least until he got nudged and Elliot looked up surprised.

“What I?….I was just- resting my eyes???” Elliot scrambled to explain knowing how weird it was.

[flik-feathery]

Flik couldn’t possibly have already been in a club, especially since school had started up and he had to focus on classes and whatnot. After contemplating, he ended up going out knowing he’d most likely wake up regretting the night anyhow.

What he didn’t know was that Elliot was also at the club, which made Flik feel a little less guilty about his decision. But after seeing his friend asleep, he could barely hold back a chuckle. “Hey, mate!” He grinned. “How was your little snooze?”

[flik-feathery]

jere-me--oh-my​:

The Prodigal Returns - Open

“You too buddy! Sorry about all the, you know… looking slightly mad on the steps.” He sighed, giving up his hunt and beginning to re-order the bags. “Looks like it’s Jet Lag 1, Jeremy Nil,” he shook his head. “Going to have to take that trip inside anyway, it’s a good job the people at Moon Market are so friendly or I’d look like a real idiot coming back immediately.”

“Jet lag?” He wondered, cocking an eyebrow slightly. “Where did you arrive from?” He nodded at the other’s statement. “Couldn’t agree more with that, mate. Also; you’re fine, I didn’t care to pay mind to it that much anyway, I swear. I was just a little confused, honestly.”

[flik-feathery]

jere-me--oh-my​:

The Prodigal Returns - Open

“Oh no,” Jeremy shook his head with a smile. “Unless you can see any bodywash lying around me and it’s just hiding from me?” He joked. He wasn’t going to have someone have to stop and help him rummage through his bags, that would be weird. “Thanks for offering though, that’s cool of you. I’m Jeremy, by the way.”

As he had presumed, the other man didn’t need his help. Which, by the way, was totally fine with him, frankly – the guy probably had places to be and Flik didn’t really want to intervene, though he felt it was courteous of him to ask anyhow. “It’s no problem at all, I’m Flik. It’s nice meeting you.”

[flik-feathery]

jere-me--oh-my​:

The Prodigal Returns - Open

“Oh thanks,” Jeremy smiled, looking down at the bag which he was frantically rummaging through before looking back up at the guy. Yeah ok he probably looked a bit crazy, huh? “Yeah, yeah I’m good. Just, can’t remember for the life of me if I actually picked up some stuff that my Mum wanted, having a total brain blank, hence-” he gestured at the bags. 

“You’re welcome,” He nodded, he couldn’t argue with the whole ‘brain break’ fiasco because he could kind of relate in some way. “Yeah no, I get it. You’re alright, bro. You need some help?” Honestly, what could Flik have done to help? But he had time to spare before he needed to be back in his form, so he wouldn’t have cared too much to not assist anyhow.