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[ Here we are again - I am Mat and this is another one of my babies. Message me to establish connections or plots! ]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Dominic Evan Tyler

Nickname(s): Mic

Date of Birth: 10th of August, 1994

Hometown: Fallbrook, North Carolina

Current Location: Fallbrook, North Carolina

Ethnicity: Mixed

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: Firefighter

Living Arrangements: Lives with his mom and three siblings

Language(s) Spoken: English

Accent: North Carolina

TW: Death, Drugs

#fallbrookintro #about

fighter-eddieking:

Eddie laughed at his comment, crossing his arms across his chest. “Well, now, I won’t give ya a black eye. That would look bad on my trainin’ ethic. And I’m tryin’ to get new customers.” He jokingly said, grinning at Mic. The male stood nearby as Mic changed his shoes. “I’m alright, man. Life’s been a little crazy, but I’m tryin’ to get my days back to normal.” He answered, uncrossing his arms and stretching them above his head. “What ‘bout you? Your fam doin’ alright?” Eddie asked. Since the two both grew up in Eris, Eddie knew Mic and his family. It seemed like people that were raised in Eris knew one another in some way.

Mic chuckled a little back at Eddie. “And I am pretty sure my mom would be down here in a minute and beat your ass herself.” He laughed, even though he could actually see that happening. “Crazy how?” He had asked, and was genuinely curios. Mic didn’t often take interest in other people’s lives, but when it came to the few he kept around these days, he tried his best to. “I am alright.” He said. Alright was better than usual. “They are getting by. Mom is working a lot, but luckily my sister is able to look after our younger siblings a bit more now.” It helped a lot as Mic could actually do thing he enjoyed, like this.

#fighter-eddieking

monsieurharlemboy

Keith Powers

#instagram

theharperphillips:

“Fuck it, lets go.” Harper heard herself agreeing. She was surprised by that fact, but she figured if he got on her nerves too much she could always just leave. Harper was just desperate for some sort of fun in her life right now. “I many work on pieces that people might want to buy, and around here that isn’t naked sculptures.”

Mic raised a brow in clear surprise when the ever so uptight girl agreed to join him. “Yeah?” He asked, not sounding overly convinced, but also not wanting to question it too much. For all he knew, she might be a lot more tolerable with some booze in him. “Hm can’t say I am overly surprised, if I am being honest.”

#theharperphillips

itssunnyhussan:

“Sure, that works.” Sunny agreed. He hadn’t played basketball in a long time. “We could play horse. You know that game? I use to play it all the time as a kid.” he said laughing slightly as they entered the room. He grabbed one of the basketballs and bounced it on the floor to make sure it was a good one. He nodded as the other man spoke. “Yeah. I hear that.” he said giving a shrug when he asked about him. “Not much, man. Did I tell you that I got engaged?” he said. Though for the first time, he wasn’t as excited to talk about it as usual, after what he and Ashlyn had been going through. “To Ashlyn. I don’t know if you’ve met her, but she works at Maggie’s dinner.” he couldn’t help but smile when he talked about her but it faded. “I mean, we’re still planning it all. It’s just…things have been kind of…off lately.” he didn’t know why he was talking about it but it had been bothering him. He shrugged and tossed the ball to the other. “I guess that’s normal, though. Probably just nerves or something.”

“Great! I am glad! Mic smirked back at the other. At the other male’s suggestion, he frowned slightly. “I can’t say I do?” He responded. “How does it go?” Mic was all for trying out new things. When he had been younger, it had usually been the kind to get him into trouble, but these days it usually involved sports to keep fit for his job. “You did?!” He asked, not sure if he had picked up on the news. “I guess congrats is in order then! We should head out for a beer or something at one point, to celebrate.” Marriage was the kind of commitment Mic doubted he’d ever be ready for. “Don’t think I have no.” He shook his head as the name didn’t ring a bell. “Off how?” Mic was probably not the kind of person one would go to for any kind of relationship advice, and he had never been a great boyfriend whenever he had found himself in that position.

#itssunnyhussan

aurorajuniperhargrave:

She supposed you could take the hero out of the disaster, but you couldn’t take the hero out of the man. Without a second thought he’d shown up by her side to support her as they exited the grocery store. She tried to keep her breathing steady and even, focusing on it on and not focusing on the memories his presence brought up. But it was like suddenly there was this phantom pain in her leg from that day, leading her to wince and lean on him a bit more than moments before. When they made it outside she finally found the courage for some words, “God, I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this–you already–you already did everything you could–you already saved me–not like,” She kept breathing heavily through her words, “Not like you need to–keep helping me out–I–I–” She trailed off, not finding anymore words, none that made any sense anyway.

Mic felt her lean up against him, and he immediately offered her the additional support it felt as if her body craved. Ignoring the stares, he brought her directly towards the exit, leaving both their baskets with things behind. He could og back for that later. He was sure his mom would understand. Once outside, he looked down at her, shaking his head the moment she started apologizing. “Don’t worry about it.” He said. “I tend to have that kind of effect on people.” He attempted to joke with her, not sure whether or not she’d find it funny at the moment as it usually just applied to the people he’d slept with, not saved. He could tell she was shaken up, so his support remained while he gave her a moment to attempt to collect herself. “I don’t mind.” He reassured her. Sure it was his time off, but her seeing him had seemingly brought back some memories, and despite how he wanted to be perceived, he wasn’t completely heartless (depending on who you ask, of course).

#aurorajuniperhargrave #ptsd tw #injury tw

theharperphillips:

Harper shrugged at him. “It’s starting to seem like today might be that day.” She added, because this conversation was making her feel like she needed a drink. “I haven’t tried to sculpt a naked man, but it’s not something that I wouldn’t do.” Harper added as it seemed like it would be a fun experience. “Noted.”

Mic raised a brow at her. “Hm, well in that case --” He shrugged “I am headed over to the bar around the corner if you want to join me.” He said, not that he thought she’d take him up on the offer, considering he was fairly certain that she hated his guts. “Hm figured.” He smirked again, as he from the little he knew about her, she seemed like the uptight type.

#theharperphillips

theharperphillips:

“I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s tempting some days.” Harper replied with a small shrug. There were some days that she really did want to just get drunk. “No, I don’t make pots while naked.” She told him with a small chuckle. “I tend to make projects that are a lot bigger than that, and are far more complicated. Most recently I created a display piece for a theatre in Williamsburg.”

“Yeah, and who is to say today isn’t such a day?” He had decided to ask, raising a brow at her questioningly while a small smirk shaped on his lips. He rolled his eyes at her slightly. “That isn’t what I said. I asked whether you made pots, or sculptures of naked dudes.” He clarified with shrug. “No shit.. I wouldn’t have the patience for that.”

#theharperphillips

romulanspy

*actually cares very deeply but acts like an asshole*

#thoughts

theharperphillips:

“Going out for a drink every once in a while can be enjoyable. I just don’t go out drinking during the day as it’s not my idea of fun.” Harper replied with a small shrug. For a lot of people going out for a drink never really ended with it just being one drink. Then if they did get tipsy they’d be walking around the rest of the day with a buzz and that wasn’t good for anyone. “I have other hobbies besides just my art, and besides I am a sculpture for the most part.” Harper told him with a small shrug. She wasn’t going to let him get under her skin again.

Mic pulled his shoulders into a shrug. “I guess that is a fair point. It isn’t for everyone.” But he was looking to have some fun, and in a small town like Fallbrook, drinking was one of the few ways he knew how. Either that, or spending time at gym or boxing with Eddie. “Yeah, so I hear you saying.” He snickered a little under his breath. “Hm so what? You make like pots and shit like that?” He added out of curiosity. “Or it is more like naked dudes and such?”

#theharperphillips

how does your muse deal with being alone? do they thrive or struggle?

Mic loves being alone. Having time all alone is super rare to him, so it is something he takes advantage of whenever he has it.

#meme

toadmemes

* WNRS HEADCANON QUESTION PROMPTS ,

THE WHAT'S.

what's been your muse's happiest memory?

what has been your muse's earliest recollection of happiness?

what are five lessons your muse learned the hard way?

what lesson took your muse the longest to un-learn?

what is a dream your muse let go of?

what part of your muse's life works what part of their life hurts?

what's the most unexplainable thing that happened to your muse?

what could have your muse done better in previous relationships?

what is your muse's biggest regret?

what is something your muse has never told anyone? why?

what is one positive and negative thing about your muse?

what did the people who raised your muse teach you about love?

what is your muse passionate about?

what's the first thing others noticed about your muse?

what is your muse's type in three (or more) words?

what is an assumption that is often made about your muse?

what did your muse want to be as a child?

what compliment does your muse hear the most?

what subject did your muse thrive at in school? did they fail any?

what is something your muse needs to hear right now?

what does your muse fear the most?

what's the worst pain your muse has ever been in that wasn't physical?

what is hardest for your muse to understand?

THE IS AND IF'S.

is your muse lying to themselves about anything?

is your muse more afraid of failure or success? why?

if your muse could get to know someone in their life on a deeper level who would it be and why?

is your muse unaware of something about themselves?

if your muse had to chose: would they prefer someone cheering them up, or being left alone when they're in a foul mood?

is your muse missing anyone right now?

if your muse had to admit, what went wrong in their last relationship?

is your muse like what they are expected to be?

is your muse more of a creative or analytical type? explain.

if your muse had to rank following in importance: family, career, love life, what would they say?

if your muse could change their name, what would it be?

is your muse someone who would get a name tattooed on themselves? why or why not?

if your muse had to let go of something, what should it be?

is your muse afraid to be themselves?

if your muse could go back in time, would they? why?

is your muse proud of themselves? why or why not?

is your muse in denial about anything? explain.

if your muse had to choose: would they prefer being the heartbreaker or being heartbroken?

THE HOW'S.

how can your muse become a better person?

how old does your muse feel emotionally?

how does your muse deal with being alone? do they thrive or struggle?

how can you turn your muse off the most?

how can you turn your muse on the most?

how does your muse show gratitude? do they?

how close is your muse to their mom, dad and/or guardian?

how does one earn your muse's vulnerability?

how does your muse take a compliment?

how can someone break your muse's heart?

how does your muse take an insult?

THE DOES AND HAS'.

has a stranger ever changed your muse's life?

does your muse have an attractive quality about them that isn't physical?

does your muse believe in second chances? why or why not?

has your muse ever fallen in love?

does your muse fall in love easily? why or why not?

does your muse believe in fate, or do they think things happen because of their decisions?

has your experienced losing someone they cared a lot about?

does your muse agree that people never change and they just show their true colours?

does the image your muse has of themselves match the image other people see them as?

has your muse earned any big achievements?

does your muse wish they could change something about themselves?

does your muse lie easily? what is the worst lie they ever told?

has a major turning point in your muse's life changed a perspective of life they once had?

THE OTHERS.

where is your muse most qualified to give advice about?

when was the last time your muse cried and why?

who is someone in your muse's life they can always run to?

are there questions your muse would like the answer to? what are they?

where does your muse hurt the most?

when was the last time your muse completely lost themselves?

where is an area that your muse might need reassurance for?

who is someone that changed your muse's life the most?

where does your muse feel most like themselves?

are there any accomplishments your muse would want to achieve before they die?

#meme

fighter-eddieking:

WHERE: Cherry Blossom Festival, near food trucks WHO: @mictyler

After working his few hours at the booth for Rage Cage, Eddie figured grabbing a bite to eat before putting the dreaded hot suit of the Easter Bunny on would be smart. He was standing in the line to order something from the Flying Pig BBQ vendor when he spotted Mic. Eddie gave a classic small smile to him and waved a little. “Hey, bud, how ya doin’?” The male asked the younger one.

Mic had been looking for his younger brother after his sister had told him he had gotten lost. So much for leaving her in charge to look after their younger siblings while he worked away at the games booth. He had found him and lead him back to her while he took the opportunity before heading back to grab a bite to eat. Spotting Eddie, he put on a grin and approached him. “Hey man.” He said, “I’m alright. Babysitting and voluenteering at the games booth. Kind of regret not picking up an extra shift at the station.” He said half jokingly. “What about yourself?”

#fighter-eddieking

closed: @brooke--tyler location: by the food trucks

Mic was on break from the games booth and currently scrolling through his social media feed while his chin were resting up against the cap of the water bottle in front of him, when he spotted the familiar face of his cousin. “Brooke!” He called out, whistling a little in a attempt to get her attention. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working today?” He asked, not sure if he had gotten the schedules mixed up, which really wouldn’t be surprising.

#brooke--tyler

closed: @oliverxvalentine location: Matching Ducks

It was late afternoon, and Mic was on shift in one of the gaming boots after his mom once again had signed him up on her behalf to cover. It was getting old, but at least he got the day off from baby sitting, as he liked to call it, although his siblings were running around freely as far as he could tell, having left one of his older siblings in charge. He was seated on the counter, watching the people passing by before his eyes met with another. “You want to play?” He asked, holding up one yellow ducks alongside one of the fishing sticks.

#oliverxvalentine

#event:cherryblossomfestival

theharperphillips:

Harper shrugged at him. “I know that trying new things is good for you. But I also know what things that I have no hope of liking.” She said as she was pretty good at figuring out what she liked in advantaged. “I can imagine that it would, yes.” Harper replied as it was a responsibility that she knew she wouldn’t want. “I have plenty of fun, I might just not enjoy the same things that you do. That’s just how things are, people like different things.”

Mic had raised his eyebrow at her once more before a small snicker slipped past his lips. “So what? Going out for a cheeky drink once in a while isn’t something you’d consider to be fun?” He asked her, wondering if she really were as stuck up as she appeared to be. “When you say imagine, I take it you don’t have any experience with it yourself.” He had asked her, not sure why as it wasn’t like he cared about the answer, right? “Hm sure sounds to me like you don’t, but I guess if slapping some paint brushes around on a piece of paper all day keeps you going, who am I to judge.” Although he was clearly judging.

#mictyler

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