𖤓Jesse "Shroud" Vaudry𖤓

[Indie, semi-selective X-Men OC rp blog, mun & muse 21+, Pfp by Wyyvoren]

[jesse-vaudry]

{𝔸𝕟 𝕏-𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕆ℂ}

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𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎?

𝚈𝚎𝚜 [×] 𝙽𝚘 [ ]

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚞 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗-𝚅𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚢

𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍

𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 & 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜

𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜-𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝙰𝚐𝚎: 24

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 28𝚝𝚑

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝙲𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚗 [𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗]

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛: 𝙲𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜: 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚜

𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗: 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 5'5"

𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 119 𝚕𝚋𝚜

𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 [𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢], 𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚇-𝙼𝚎𝚗 [𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍]

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙼𝚛. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗-𝚅𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍.

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𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎?

𝚈𝚎𝚜 [×] 𝙽𝚘 [ ]

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[jesse-vaudry]

Betty:

"No, I think it will be fine when it dries. He just won't call back. But-- Hey, do you have everything?" she pushed through the snow, gloveless, to make sure he didn't miss any pens or lose anything else. Mostly, she had learned long ago that the cold calmed her.

"Um, yeah, I think so." Jesse shoved his folders and pens back into his bag, his own hands already trembling from shoving them into the snow. He'd yet to adapt to these New York winters and he doubted he'd ever enjoy them if he did. "I'm sorry about interrupting your call. Ah, I'm Jesse." His smile was polite, if a bit earnest, and still almost overwhelmingly apologetic.

[bettymybanner]

Betty nodded, giving him a small smile. "It's just-- my friend, there's not good service there. We don't get to talk often. But he may call back when it's working. We'll see." She wished, at the very least, he would leave a message, but of course that wouldn't be safe. "I'm Betty. You look cold. There's a coffee shop down there. Get a warm drink."

[jesse-vaudry]

Immediately, his expression turned sympathetic, like he genuinely felt awful for messing up her call and the current chance of her talking to her friend. "Er, right. Do you want one? A coffee, I mean. It's the least I can do, what with me being a klutz." He waved a hand awkwardly towards the direction of the shop. At least, Jesse was pretty sure that was the one Betty was talking about.

[jesse-vaudry]

"Jean-Luc?" As best he could, Jesse raised his head from the floor to peer at her. His pupils had gone wide to cope with the lack of light, which didn't help his rather pathetic appearance, bound and curled up on the floor as he was. He shook his head. No heaviness to his limbs or wooziness: he hadn't been drugged, just knocked out it seemed.

He didn't know any Jean-Luc. At least, he was pretty sure he didn't. "What do you mean, 'his dirty work'?" Jesse squinted at the woman perched in the chair across from him. He didn't recognize her either. Good gracious alive, he'd really mucked things up for himself.

[auroradicit]

Well now. Maybe this'd be more interesting than frustrating after all. Not that Bella particularly trusted his earnestness.

"Local boy equipped like you are. You expect me to believe you're running on your own and ended up here?"

Now she sounded a little more amused. Leaning back in her chair, Bella raised an eyebrow. A shift in her weight belaying no real relaxation.

"So was it bad information or worse luck, mais?"

[jesse-vaudry]

Jesse considered that for a moment, chewing on his lip. He didn't have a lot of options here. How much could he say, though, and not completely reveal that he was working for Xavier? There was also the rather pressing matter of having no clue who she was. So he shrugged as best he could, though his joints protested the movement. He bit back a grimace. "Bit of both, I think." Damn, he really should have picked a better informant.

[jesse-vaudry]

[Planned starter; @auroradicit ]

The first thing Jesse knew was that his head hurt. The second, more important thing he knew, was that he'd boggled the mission and gotten caught. The process had been the same as always: the Professor told him about something that needed investigating and Jesse went there to bring back whatever info he could. This time, he'd been sent to New Orleans, assigned to investigate a local branch of the Friends of Humanity. Looking at the supposed hideout, Jesse had been dubious.

The house was massive, the live oaks out front draped with Spanish moss and the streetlights faintly gleaming off the upper gallery's plastered columns. Either the FoH had a wealthy patron or they'd gotten particularly gaudy in their styling. Now, Jesse was pretty sure his informant had told him the wrong house. Weakly, he raised his head, taking stock of the situation. He'd been tied up of course, but he couldn't feel any inhibitor collar when he rolled his neck. Someone had taken his communicator and wallet. And his visor. This wasn't a great assessment so far.

From his squinting into the dim light, the room was decidedly residential, the French doors shut against the distant sounds of traffic. If he could slip his restraints, he could easily make a break for it off the balcony. Then he was aware of a new third thing. Someone was watching him. Was this some sort of test? "Um, hello?" His voice cracked from disuse and broke on the greeting. "I can tell you're there."

[auroradicit]

"I would hope so."

Her voice is less a whip-crack than a mildly frustrated burr. Bella sits in a chair across from the bound intruder, armor stripped down to greaves and vambraces. The hood of her cloak is raised, falling shadow and the dim lamp highlighting the uncanny flickering of her hidden eyes.

"Whoever sent you here wanted their hands clean of you, pauvre petit."

A frustrated tsk, a hand run through her cropped hair as she pushes the hood back. Despite the appearance of ease, her gaze cold. Focused. Her smile wry. There's a certain tradition of break-ins to the Guildhall, mostly abandoned since Assassins and Thieves have rebrokered something approaching peace.

But to try and break into this house? Well. It's an interesting kind of salvo, that much's for certain.

"Jean-Luc is a snake, but you must have crossed him bad for him to try and make me do his dirty work."

[jesse-vaudry]

"Jean-Luc?" As best he could, Jesse raised his head from the floor to peer at her. His pupils had gone wide to cope with the lack of light, which didn't help his rather pathetic appearance, bound and curled up on the floor as he was. He shook his head. No heaviness to his limbs or wooziness: he hadn't been drugged, just knocked out it seemed.

He didn't know any Jean-Luc. At least, he was pretty sure he didn't. "What do you mean, 'his dirty work'?" Jesse squinted at the woman perched in the chair across from him. He didn't recognize her either. Good gracious alive, he'd really mucked things up for himself.

[bettymybanner]

"I can't afford to let that pass." [Planned starter; @bettymybanner, from 'The Stranger' album lyric prompts] It would've been a nice enough day in New York, if it weren't for the phone call Jesse found himself answering. The sun had melted some of the snowdrifts in the street, and while the ensuing grey mush of half-formed ice was unattractive, the warmth was well welcome. He'd been in the middle of getting supplies for his class together when his father asked to call. The conversation had, yet again, shifted to Jesse's choice of career. "Yeah, I--No, I've got it figured out. It's not so bad up here." Resisting the urge to sigh, Jesse lifted his tote bag higher on his shoulder to weave around the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. "This is a good opportunity for me. I can't afford to let it pass. You remember what happened at the museum--" His words were cut off as he slammed into someone. The tote slipped from his shoulder to spill its contents on the pavement. So engrossed in his conversation, he hadn't been watching where he was going. "Aw, son of a biscuit! Dad, I'll call you back." Ignoring the supplies now sitting in the melting snow, his face twisted into an apologetic grimace. "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't bop you too hard, did I?"

Betty was on the phone as well, hearing Bruce crackle in and out from wherever he totally was, promising he was safe, that he had food and shelter and heat. But she needed more. She needed more than him being safe. She hadn't told him to stop calling, because he did it so rarely, and it was something, but she wasn't sure waiting for calls upset her less than not getting them would.

When the man bumped into her, her phone went clattering to the ground and when she shoved him away to grab it, almost roughly, it had already hang up. "Shit," she said, much louder than she meant to. She closed her eyes and whispered, "shit," again, much quiet. The number was blocked, no way to know it, and her phone was too wet, she couldn't press any buttons if he tried to call back.

But, it was done, nothing worth freaking out now. "Sorry, bit of an overreaction," she let out a little laugh and helped him pick things up. "I'm sure it'll be fine when it dries."

@jesse-vaudry

[jesse-vaudry]

Betty:

"No, I think it will be fine when it dries. He just won't call back. But-- Hey, do you have everything?" she pushed through the snow, gloveless, to make sure he didn't miss any pens or lose anything else. Mostly, she had learned long ago that the cold calmed her.

"Um, yeah, I think so." Jesse shoved his folders and pens back into his bag, his own hands already trembling from shoving them into the snow. He'd yet to adapt to these New York winters and he doubted he'd ever enjoy them if he did. "I'm sorry about interrupting your call. Ah, I'm Jesse." His smile was polite, if a bit earnest, and still almost overwhelmingly apologetic.

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[jesse-vaudry]

𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓖𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential / it depends. cross if never applies.

Holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoelaces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / Uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team /other · introducing them to their parents [but pointedly not doing so is an act of love in and of itself]· lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their flat · making space in drawer a whole ass extra piece of furniture for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving [but is it romantic or controlling?] · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubblebaths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

Tagged by: @rcguevariant

Tagging: Anyone who'd like to ✨️

[jesse-vaudry]

[Planned starter; @theragincajun ]

Jesse's expression was dubious. It wasn't often he shied away from things, mostly for the sake of his stubborn pride, but he had to raise his eyebrows at this one. Who'd assigned him to the Danger Room with Remy of all people? Jesse wasn't even close to matching his abilities, but here he was. He glanced up at the other Cajun as he fidgeted with the visor sitting atop his hair. To boot, they'd only spoken a few times, and that was if they ran into each other.

Well, nothing like a sparring session to get to know somebody, he supposed. "I'm Jesse, by the way. I couldn't remember if I ever said my name." Ever so faintly, his lips quirked into a polite smile. He wasn't nervous, not really, but he was sure he was going to humiliate himself. What was he supposed to do, play hide and seek to evade Remy's cards?

[bettymybanner]

"I can't afford to let that pass." [Planned starter; @bettymybanner, from 'The Stranger' album lyric prompts] It would've been a nice enough day in New York, if it weren't for the phone call Jesse found himself answering. The sun had melted some of the snowdrifts in the street, and while the ensuing grey mush of half-formed ice was unattractive, the warmth was well welcome. He'd been in the middle of getting supplies for his class together when his father asked to call. The conversation had, yet again, shifted to Jesse's choice of career. "Yeah, I--No, I've got it figured out. It's not so bad up here." Resisting the urge to sigh, Jesse lifted his tote bag higher on his shoulder to weave around the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. "This is a good opportunity for me. I can't afford to let it pass. You remember what happened at the museum--" His words were cut off as he slammed into someone. The tote slipped from his shoulder to spill its contents on the pavement. So engrossed in his conversation, he hadn't been watching where he was going. "Aw, son of a biscuit! Dad, I'll call you back." Ignoring the supplies now sitting in the melting snow, his face twisted into an apologetic grimace. "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't bop you too hard, did I?"

Betty was on the phone as well, hearing Bruce crackle in and out from wherever he totally was, promising he was safe, that he had food and shelter and heat. But she needed more. She needed more than him being safe. She hadn't told him to stop calling, because he did it so rarely, and it was something, but she wasn't sure waiting for calls upset her less than not getting them would.

When the man bumped into her, her phone went clattering to the ground and when she shoved him away to grab it, almost roughly, it had already hang up. "Shit," she said, much louder than she meant to. She closed her eyes and whispered, "shit," again, much quiet. The number was blocked, no way to know it, and her phone was too wet, she couldn't press any buttons if he tried to call back.

But, it was done, nothing worth freaking out now. "Sorry, bit of an overreaction," she let out a little laugh and helped him pick things up. "I'm sure it'll be fine when it dries."

@jesse-vaudry

[jesse-vaudry]

He'd stumbled back a step when she shoved him and he near instinctively put his hands up in a placating gesture. Seeing that she wasn't moving to shove him again, he stooped, haphazardly shaking the melting ice off his folders and pens. "Uh...I'm really sorry about that. Did your phone break? I, um, I can pay for it to be fixed if it broke." Conscious of the fact that this stranger was upset, even if it wasn't quite at him, his tone had taken on a tentative edge.

[jesse-vaudry]

"I can't afford to let it pass."

[Planned starter; @bettymybanner, from 'The Stranger' album lyric prompts]

It would've been a nice enough day in New York, if it weren't for the phone call Jesse found himself answering. The sun had melted some of the snowdrifts in the street, and while the ensuing grey mush of half-formed ice was unattractive, the warmth was well welcome. He'd been in the middle of getting supplies for his class together when his father asked to call. The conversation had, yet again, shifted to Jesse's choice of career. "Yeah, I--No, I've got it figured out. It's not so bad up here."

Resisting the urge to sigh, Jesse lifted his tote bag higher on his shoulder to weave around the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. "This is a good opportunity for me. I can't afford to let it pass. You remember what happened at the museum--" His words were cut off as he slammed into someone. The tote slipped from his shoulder to spill its contents on the pavement. So engrossed in his conversation, he hadn't been watching where he was going. "Aw, son of a biscuit! Dad, I'll call you back." Ignoring the supplies now sitting in the melting snow, his face twisted into an apologetic grimace. "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't bop you too hard, did I?"

[rcguevariant]

@jesse-vaudry -> continued (X )

Rogue had only begun to doze off when she heard a thud outside in the hall. After a moment of contemplation in her tired state, the feelings of both concern and curiosity began to take hold, and she got out of bed and cautiously made her way over to her bedroom door. She slowly poked her head out into the hallway, breathing a small sigh of relief when she saw it was only Jesse. "Jesse?! What in the world are ya doin' out here at this hour?"

[rcguevariant]

JESSE :

"Oh yeah, peachy keen." Jesse passed a hand over his eyes. His fingertips came away faintly shimmery and he squinted at his skin. Was that highlighter? Had he put makeup on? Had someone at the bar put it on him? He found he couldn't quite remember, and the thought would've distressed him if he'd been more lucid.

He glanced over his shoulder at the bedroom door behind him. If he could only make a convenient excuse... "Really, I'm fine. Just forgot how doorknobs work. Lack of sleep is all." God he needed to shut up before he let the cat out of the bag.

She raised a brow slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Uh huh..." Somehow, she didn't quite buy his excuse, and the skepticism showed on her face. She wasn't trying to be a busybody or anything like that, honest she wasn't. But, she'd come to think of him as a close friend, maybe somewhat like family even, and she wanted to be sure he was okay. Rogue let out a small sigh, her expression softening. "Look, Jesse, I ain't here ta judge ya. Ah just wanna make sure you're okay."

[jesse-vaudry]

At her gentle tone, he fidgeted with his fingers, now feeling guilty for lying to her. Jesse nudged the toe of his boot against the carpet, watching the fibers bend and then spring back up to distract himself. It helped a little bit. "I'm okay. I, well...I went drinking with Logan and Remy." Too embarrassed to meet her gaze, he focused on the shifting fibers. If only he'd been quieter sneaking back in.

[jesse-vaudry]

Ever so faintly, annoyance flickered in Jesse's eyes. His père must be badgering his mama about Jesse's recent life circumstances. "Aw man, vraiment?" He moved to push himself out of bed only for a spasm of agony to cross his face. The force of the bomb had sent him flying and he'd broken several ribs. Jesse crumpled back against the pillows, his voice strained with embarrassment. "Bordel! Remy, could you...can you help me up? I have to stop them before my père gets them both kicked out."

[compelledcurator-deactivated202]

Without hesitation Gambit helped Jesse up, taking his weight was easy, the younger mutant didn't weight that much.

" Yous sure yous wanna deal with - " Gambit gestured towards the door " All that "

Not one to be without drama Gambit had his own family problems, they seemed so far away since joining the X-Men. Hopefully this family reunion would be over quickly, Gambit wanted to hunt down the criminals himself, After he'd healed a little more.

" And if yous needing me to, I bes the bad guy, eh? " he nervously laughed but honestly, ignorant humans causing any more stress was going to ignite Gambit's controlled anger.

[jesse-vaudry]

Seeing the uneasiness in his friend's face, Jesse paused, his arm still looped around Remy's shoulders as he tried to keep himself upright after resting in bed for so long. "Hey. You don't have to be helping me. I can figure this one out on my own, promise." He'd never seen the suave X-Man look so...nervous. Yet there was a flicker of something to Remy's eyes almost like hesitation. Jesse started to pull back to stand on his own, biting his tongue to keep from letting slip how much the movement was distressing him.

[jesse-vaudry]

[Munday Meme]

•Make a picrew and take the test

• Dumbass:

You're trying your best, you really are, but you just might need to put a little more thought into your thought process. You really shouldn't jump off that many buildings, eat that many strange glowing substances, or trust that many evil witches. But hey, we love you anyways.

Tagged by: @rcguevariant

Tagging: Anyone who'd like to ✨️

[jesse-vaudry]

[ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 ]

Feel free to like this post for me to reach out to you, or my inbox and DMs are open for plotting :))

[jesse-vaudry]

Desperately missing the era of posts where it's like 'my muse is (insert creature) for the next three asks' bc Jesse as a rougarou (werewolf) has been living in my head rent free. I need to either infodump about him or rp rougarou Jesse,, he's so cool to me y'all have no idea