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@hunterdavis
is that JOE KEERY ? oh, no, that’s HUNTER DAVIS, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old BARTENDER AT LOS FANTASMOS who uses HE/THEY pronouns. they currently live in QUILPUÉ, and the character they identify with most is HAN SOLO from STAR WARS. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!
PROMPTS I’D LIKE TO RECEIVE, PART 1.
⤿ headcanon memes; comfort character edition! tw: death, family, religion.
send in a symbol and i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!
[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?
[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?
[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from?
[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)
[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?
[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?
[ 🏆 ] is your muse multitalented? what are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? if they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they?
[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?
[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?
[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?
[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?
[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?
[ 💛 ] how empathetic is your muse? how compassionate are they? is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?
[ 👗 ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?
[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?
[ 🤷♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?
[ 🎵 ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? why is that?
[ 💸 ] if your muse had no shortage of money, what would they buy?
[ 🐺 ] does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?
[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?
[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?
[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.
[ 📚 ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? what books would they like to have? if your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?
[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?
[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?
it may have seemed, to anyone outside of their relationship, that they had given up a lot for one another, but really there had never been an alternative. jasper would have given up everything for hunter; there was never any question. and he harboured no bitterness to his partner. together, they had built their own sanctuary in their small apartment. they had painted it in their comfies, splattering paint over one another. they had filled it with trinkets and decorations to both of their tastes. it was somewhere safe and, more importantly, it was all theirs. “i know it.” jasper nodded. that didn’t mean that they loved hearing it any less. the words set him alight, his heart missing a beat or two. “you’ve been there for me, too. through all the nasty moments where i needed someone. i’ve never had to look very far since i met you.” since they stumbled across each other, by chance, in an alaskan record store, and had been falling head over heels freshly every morning. glittering dark eyes watched as the tickets were bought. the payment was completed with a shared, quick kiss. “i can’t wait.” for the movie. for the date. for his and hunter’s forever.
*skip to the date*
pulling into the parking lot of the drive-in, hunter glances over at his partner in the passenger seat of his truck. they've been looking forward to this ever since the tickets were booked a couple days ago, it seemed like the perfect way to celebrate their anniversary of moving here. just a quiet date night, watching movies in the warm spring air. all the other people were in their cars, separate from the two of them, so it almost seemed like it was just hunter and jasper. once he puts the car in park, he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the car door, stepping out and preparing to move to the bed of his truck as planned.
"we have everything, right? the snacks and drinks, a couple blankets?" they witnessed the bags of stuff going into the car, but a part of their mind still thinks they might have missed something. he walks to the back of the truck as he speaks, making quick work of opening the back and removing the cover from the top of the bed. everything is just as he set it up, plush blankets covering the surface area of the hard metal, pillows for them to lay against, even a couple strands of fairy lights held up with some tape for illumination. hunter had meticulously set this up, wanting their anniversary date to be perfect. when he hears his partner approach, he gives them a soft smile and gestures to his setup. "what do you think? i wanted everything to be perfect for tonight."
FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A HUNTER DAVIS !
On behalf of all residents in the Valpo Region, we'd like to wish Hunter Davis a very Happy Birthday ! You're as mysterious and enchanting as the cryptids you adore! We like to think your knack for bartending stems from a desire to craft potions as magical as the joy you bring to patrons. We heard you can be a little forgetful and hope you can make use of a one of a kind Chilean Cryptid Calendar, filled with month to month lore on Chilean myths and legends ! Just like those legends, you're one of a kind and we hope you have a beautiful birthday celebrating with loved ones. ( @hunterdavis )
" no, not all succulents grow in the desert. and not all succulents are cacti, either. all cacti are succulents. like a square and a rectangle situation, you know ? " esme is definitely being more confusing than she intends to be, but she continues on anyway, " succulents can be found in way more places than cacti. even then, though, cacti can be found all over the world, they're just most popularized as being in deserts. — do you even want one or am i boring you ? " this is why no one brings her along anywhere.
he nods along, like he knows what she's talking about. it does sort of make sense now that it's been explained to them, they'd just never really thought of it before. "oh okay, so it's kinda like an umbrella term for plants like that?" he thinks that he's grasped an understanding, but he could be wrong. "i am actually interested in getting one, i just didn't get why they were different from other plants."
hari has never been good at keeping something that wasn't human or his bearded dragon... alive. which, doesn't make a whole lot of sense if you really think about it but it was just how hari rolled. they did good in a crisis, remembered to feed finn his bearded dragon, and then they went to work. but when it came to plants.... well, let's just say that hari was hopeless. coworkers over the years had jokingly gifted hari a plant as a means to say, you're never at home so here's something you can't kill, while fast forward a couple of weeks and that plant has withered away to nothing. it's a devastating reality. but hari was really going to try this time! they had been looking up how to make a terrarium and they were really excited. hari had looked over at the other for a moment, eyebrow raised and then shrugged. "i have no idea. i can't keep shit alive."
he continues looking at the plants, slowly coming to the realization that it might have been a good idea for him to do some research before he came here. hunter can't even name the plants they have, so they don't know why they thought it would be good idea to go into a plant store with no idea what they're looking for. hindsight is 20/20, but the point is he's at the store now, so he should probably leave with something. they glance at the person who answered their question, expression sheepish. "guess we're in the same boat then. i'm not really sure how the plants i have now are even alive. i'm assuming you're not here for the plants?"
“almost exactly a year ago,” jasper responded without hesitation. the pair of them were perfect for each other; they were each other’s missing puzzle pieces, the two of them filling each other’s gaps with ease. hunter’s laidback nature, jasper’s affinity for remembering dates and deadlines. “i would really like that. it’ll be like it’s just you and me,” in a nest of blankets, in a semi-circle of snacks and pillows with their favorite movies playing on the distant big screen. easily, their head rested on hunter’s shoulder and he inched a little closer to the warmth of his partner’s body. both arms snaked around his elbow, a sweet and tender embrace after a long day. “we have a lot to celebrate.” mumbled the younger of the pair, slightly stifled against the fabric of hunter’s clothing. “being here, finding our independence, cultivating our happiness…” like a seed planted in shallow earth, watered, waiting to bloom, “being together for so long and finding my perfect person.”
"perfect timing then." he returns, glancing at his phone once more before setting it down. "looks like it's a couple days from now, i'll make sure to buy some tickets." they turn to their partner, pressing a kiss to his cheek. his hand seeks out jasper's and idly strokes the knuckles of his hand, an affectionate gesture. "it's hard to believe we've been together for so long already."
"you're my perfect person too, you know that right?" they already know the answer, but they want to hear their boyfriend confirm it. he wraps his arms around them in an embrace and pulls them closer to him. "you've been there for me every time i needed it, gave me a place where i feel safe and loved, moved to a different continent with me. there's no one else i'd rather be dating, you're perfect for me." they punctuate the end of their small speech with a chaste kiss to jasper's lips.
it was late, his body was aching from his training session that ended not even 15 minutes ago, and vanni should be doing everything but heading into los fantasmos alone. but he wasn't ever one to think too hard about what his next steps would be, and that's how vanni found himself walking through the crowd to take a seat at the bar right where he knew a specific familiar face would instantly spot him.
and, just as expected, hunter did. vanni nodded his head in greeting, feeling the smallest of smiles pull the corners of his lips upward to match his sort-of-kind-of-friend's energy. "just a glass of negroni tonight, please. ain't tryna get too fucked up and i'm here alone, so.." vanni spoke. he leaned forward and crossed his arms in front of him on the bartop. "how have you been? swear it feels like forever since i saw you in casablanca. flowers still living?"
hunter nods in acknowledgment, turning away for a second and trying to hide the fact that he has to do a quick google search on his phone to remember how to make a negroni. it's not something they're asked for often and they have difficulty remembering more simple drinks. but, he makes sure not to take long and quickly pours the requested drink, setting it on the counter in front of vanni.
"i've just been busy, picking up shifts here when i can lately." he responds, and it's largely true. hunter has been working more hours, just because they want to have some extra spending money sometimes. rent isn't cheap and his boyfriend deserves dates more than a couple times a month, so he works when he can. "i've actually been remembering to water them, believe it or not. tried setting alerts on my phone, it works for the most part. how have you been doing?"
jasper had been home from his job for a few hours. his relationship with hunter was soft, like a warm blanket or a steaming cup of hot chocolate. returning came with a few hours of downtime, of healing, before he emerged back into their shared space—often when he returned home jasper would take himself off to the bedroom to read until he was ready to speak again in full sentences. that was where he was laying when he heard his partner's voice, ears pricking like a cat, swinging his socked feet onto the floor and shuffling into the living room. "hmm?" the novel he was reading was clutched to his chest. jasper's shoulder rested against the doorframe, taking a moment to digest the question. "the neverending story . . ." it was a small detail, but one that sent little sparks fluttering from jasper's heart once he realised hunter had remembered. their body slumped against his partner's on the couch as though he was made of water. "i love it. it's my absolute favourite. is that really what they're playing?" a crane of his neck, an awkward position that would likely ache if he lingered for too long. glistening, forest-green eyes trailed over the the advert. his fingertips twitched with subdued excitement. "that sounds incredible. can we go?"
he leans into the touch of his partner almost subconsciously, having become so accustomed to it over the course of their relationship. they truly were lucky to have found each other and fallen into this arrangement, it worked well for both of them. hunter respected jasper's boundaries and needs, and his boyfriend did the same. the different schedules with their respective jobs did make things spending time together a bit difficult at times, but they were managing so far.
"our anniversary of moving here is coming up soon, isn't it?" he inquires, pretty sure that he's right but wanting to double check. they weren't always the best with remembering things, in fact, they commonly had to retrace their steps just to find their keys, so it was possible they got the dates mixed up. " we could make a night out of it, as a sorta celebration. sounds like a pretty cute date to me, we could bring our own snacks and stuff."
status: open @valpostart
where: plantas atlas
feeling like his apartment needed some livening up, hunter found himself in a plant store. surprisingly, the houseplants they currently had were still alive, despite being watered irregularly. he wasn't good with that, remembering to water them, but he did his best.
today, they were browsing through the succulents, taking an interest in the variety. from what he knew most of them could go longer without water, so they might be a good choice for him. "so...they aren't all cacti? like i know there's different types of succulents but i thought they grew in the desert. am i wrong?"
status: closed @9iovanni
where: los fantasmas
hunter had worked a variety of food service jobs in his life, but he found that he tended to prefer working as a bartender. it seemed to them that patrons were usually at least tolerable to the person serving them their drinks. while he didn't drink much himself, he did bring in a decent sum of money from the tips and he was already used to the hours. los fantasmas specifically suited them because they were already interested in the paranormal, what better place to work at than a haunted bar?
he's behind the bar, cleaning some glasses when someone new sitting down catches his attention. they quickly put down the rag and turn to the customer, recognizing him as vanni, someone hunter had come to know both from him coming to the bar and visiting his place of work. he flashes a friendly smile, ready to take his order. "what're you drinking tonight?"
status: closed @fromvalpo
where: an apartment in quilpue
when hunter first moved to chile he didn't know much about the country, speak the language, or even know what it was like. but thankfully, they didn't move alone. he and his boyfriend were nearing their one year anniversary of the move, which seemed so long ago now. so much of their life had changed, largely for the better, and they couldn't believe how happy they were with their life. all with the love of his life by his side the whole time.
they sat in the living room of their apartment, scrolling on their phone as they usually did in their spare time, when they came across an interesting ad for the local drive-in, aire libre. it looked like there was an 80s movie night going on their in the near future and hunter knew both he and jasper loved classics from that decade. "hey babe?" he calls to his partner, who he knows is also home. "isn't the neverending story like one of your favorite movies? seems like it's playing at the drive-in this week." after a few seconds of reading more about the event, they realize that there's more to it than the one movie. "oh, it's a double feature! the other movie is one of my favorites."
