i hope that you'll forgive me.

isola-affiliated ángel from detective beebo

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ÁNGEL DOMINION || 🅓🅔🅣🅔🅒🅣🅘🅥🅔 🅑🅔🅔🅑🅞

(formerly?) Mr. Bad Boy Danger Wants Me Laws Fear Me; (currently) a Sad, Wet Cat with identity issues. kiiinda into danger again but, like, not even in a fun, quirky way anymore...

recent run-in with a timeloop confirmed he's god's least favorite guardian angel (hey, if the motif fits--). he might be a little a lot traumatized now from all his screw-ups, but he's literally so fine. ignore the agonies i'm shoving under the rug ok <3

and hey! ángel may be a mopey screw-up, but his phantom thief alter ego isn't! dominion's his better, stronger half. i heard he's handsome, too.

be warned: he used to be chill. he was a diva! he was goofy!!! he literally wanted to be a YouTuber? that's lame. he's lame.

meow

APP | RULES | STATS

[bravuraultima]

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"there's just one more question--"

[annihilationtype]

In the short time he's been here, he's grown to realize he draws attention very easily. He stood under the sun with the appreciation of a man who hadn't seen it in well over a century, letting the warmth bleed into his limbs. When he opens his eyes, there's a man staring at him. Before Akaza can call him on it, the comment turns to his tattoos.

He looks down at his arms to consider the dark blue lines. His memory of the original bands was spotty at best, tinted by blood and bruises, and the marks had migrated over the years of his time as a demon. Who was the artist?

"You won't find them here, and probably for the best." His hand is outstretched for the other to examine the way his fingers were darkened to match the bands.

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damn! the kid's fingers, too!? ángel's own digits reach up to pinch his chin in appraisal.

"oh yeah?" while he's normally not the most prying of men, it'd be in poor taste to awkwardly dip after being the one to fumble his way into this convo. "let me guess, all style and no customer care? for as long as these must've taken, i hope they didn't force you to sit through a Buddies marathon..."

rather than go into a post-ironic critique of one of the world's most overhyped sitcoms as he once would have (plenty of video essays already exist for that, anyway), he rolls up a sleeve to show off his own ink at the front of his forearm. fair's fair.

"it's a diamond!" he explains, his smile the shadow of a beam now. "no deep meaning behind it aside from liking shiny things. mine are mostly for funsies."

[sickhackbassist]

"Oooh it's been awhile since I've done a halfsies situation!" Maybe back in college? Most of the time people just handed her off drinks rather then needing to go so a hoop like this. But it seemed far easier especially with how nice he was in the first place...

"Deal. Name's Kikuri by the way! Why'd you want to do that in the first place? You celebrating something?"

Because it absolutely wasn't her. Unless all the signs were flying right over the bassists head as she spoke.

[paraunfinal]

"hm? ah. ángel," he supplies without much thought, his enthusiasm momentarily shot by her questioning. ".........it's nothing like that, nah. haven't had much worth celebrating in a while. doing quite the opposite, really."

oh brother, could he sound any more mopey? she didn't ask for a vent post!

mercifully, he's rescued by the bartender setting down their first bottle—his previous downer of an answer banished with a wave of his manicured hand and a forced smile.

"i mean! to new friendships, yeah? that's always something worth celebrating!" he hopes raising his freshly-poured glass is enough to distract her from the tonal whiplash. "besides, i could ask you the same, kikuri. what's one woman need five bottles for?"

[heraldmade]

@paraunfinal ; sc

it's not quite the middle of the city so iloren feels it alright to climb a tree. there's fruits up here he'd like to collect, lined against a high, grey wall, as well as a promised silence once he reaches the top. sitting on a branch and watching people go about their day sounds like a pleasant afternoon activity.

only he climbs the tree and starts making himself comfortable when there's a quiet cracking noise from the tree next to him. he doesn't immediately spot the person over there, not expecting somebody else to be up here, but eventually he does see dark colours against brighter greens— somebody's gotten themselves stuck.

their robe is dug into several pointy branches and they're almost upside-down. iloren laughs.

it turns into a chortle. he reaches up to pluck an apple from the crown of his own tree, waving it over at the other person.

' would you like one? '

[paraunfinal]

dominion freezes immediately. if not for the mask, his fellow treehugger would be met with a wide, incredulous blink; so incredulous, even, that it distracts the thief from any embarrassment he would've otherwise had being caught in such an unserious state. (could swear this used to be a hell of a lot easier before he hit thirty...)

"a snack, for lil' ol me? just toss it over, why don't you?" he finally answers with a scoff, its tone a toss-up between bewildered and amused. "i'm sure it's hard to tell from where you're climbing, stranger, but i'm a teensy bit... tangled up at the moment."

as a result of doing what questionable act exactly? well... teehee.

"ack--! j-just wondering... asking for a friend, really," dominion starts again, moments after reaching for a branch only to get smacked in the mask with an audible thwack. "if you were, hypothetically, stuck in your tree with no way of getting down—a predicament i, a renowned figure back home, would never get into, of course—how would you go about, um, un-stucking yourself?"

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

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muse's skills.

bold what your muse can do. italicize for something they can do to some extent; (repost, do not reblog!)

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / pilot a submarine / speak a second language / write in a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / embroider / knit / crochet / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a back flip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / do crossword puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump-start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie or cravat / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train a dog, cat / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first-aid / draw blood / put out a fire / drive stick shift / cultivate a garden / do pottery

[spiderstaff]

...with a getup like that, this guy must be a professional...!

"I won't let you down! I'm going to take so much stuff."

...

"And I was thinking a disguise spell or something for stealing, but I've also been told it's ok to fireball someone if I really want to."

[paraunfinal]

"haha, just be sure to leave some for me. and consider a cool costume for that disguise -- spectacle's great for morale! angel motif's already taken, though, sorry."

headlines would get super confusing... unless they formed an angel-themed criminal squad or something, but thaaat's unlikely.

....

"............................by the way, love the imagination, but let's not rely on channeling RPG attacks during a heist, okay? trust me, i tried. chuuni behavior only gets you so far..."

[spiderstaff]

"Everyone always says 'stealing is bad' and 'tricking people with magic is mean'! But is that always true? Like... what if the person I'm messing with is a real jerk? Then it has to be OK, right?"

[paraunfinal]

"my wisdom (hashtag my wisdom): stealing from jerks is always morally correct. especially! if they're rich. and that overlap's mostly a flat circle, so let your thieving heart guide you, small child."

"........also you mean magic tricks, right?"

[sickhackbassist]

"Eh cover all our drinks?" While Kikuri was hearing the mini argument from a few seats away the bassist's stupor made it particular hard to focus in on one aspect. Something about cinnamon rolls, a losing dog, betting women, and millions in money. But most importantly was the part involving the whole's bars drinks being covered causing her eyes to widen in delight before shutting them yet again.

"That's really considerate of ya'...."

Unfortunately for him, Kikuri was someone who didn't know what anything in reason was at all...

"...Can I get like 5 more bottles of these please? If yer' putting it on his tab that is."

[paraunfinal]

"wh- hey now! i said it's only yours i'm covering." tipsy miscommunication or not, this gal's readier to bleed him dry than his best friend back home ever was. and that's saying something! ángel repeats to the bartender (loud enough for any preying customers to hear), "only her, alright? as much as i'd love to provide for all the lovely people in this, uh... fine establishment."

now with that out of the way, even if she orders the most expensive drink on the menu, it's a monetary sacrifice he'll have to make after wasting everyone's ti--

"f-five bottles!?" it's almost a squeak. "i'm not here to rain on any parades, but..."

he doesn't know if encouraging that much drinking is, y'know, ethical. .............on the other hand, maybe she's got the right idea......

"tell you what. split the liquor and i'll buy you six."

[purposefed]

one minute, there's a smile within view. a cherished thing, that look upon his face; an expression he could compliment within his minds own privacy. when eyes fluttered shut, head hitting his pillow, it's what was focused on. the thing to remind him why he kept going -- what this was all for. to say surprise was what gripped him upon being stirred would be one of the biggest understatements of the century.

stomach did more than simply tumble and squirm with nausea once coming to; threatening to spill all that might remain because he dared to breathe. the islands gaping center did little to quell his rolling appetite, nor did its scattering residents. he couldn't even find a moments comfort as an uncertain hand reached out to a stranger of a doorknob, keys rattling with a passing tremor.

only when he caught what he believed to be the start of a name -- his name -- did relief ghost by. it was gone as quickly as it came, confusion barging through his hearts door soon after.

( ... why was... ? no, he can't-- )

but he was; he is. stood before a door not unlike his own, shrouded in a cloak oliver had long since considered retired -- discarded. a life left behind, wasn't it? so, then, why was it that his partner-- ...roommate chose to don it once more. further still, why take up the facade? why here? why now?

oliver almost forgets that he's been spoken too -- questioned, even. simply left locked in place, weary eyes attached firmly to that horrid, billowing cloak. he's unsure whether he should feel somewhat comforted by it, or concerned, ( a tad flustered, maybe ) upset, even.

"i'm--..." he begins, dryness in his throat betraying him near instantly. oliver's mouth shuts almost as quickly as it opened. again, he stares and, again, silence dances its way between them.

it shouldn't matter how he felt. he could withstand whatever... this was, so long as he knew ángel remained okay; remained safe. returning to the mantle of dominion did the opposite of that. he had given that up, he'd settled in the house. he was safe, he was safe! he--

"........... why are you wearing that."

... oh. those aren't the words he wanted just yet, nor were they suppose to be so--well. intense was putting it lightly.

[paraunfinal]

how ironic. a directness dominion would normally find unbearably attractive in the other man -- an intensity that'd make his heart beat faster -- now makes his blood run cold.

"um...?" there's an uncomfortable pause as he moves to run a shaking hand through his hair, stopping, laughter forced, when it makes contact with a hood instead. "not quite the answer i was expecting..."

is paranoia setting in? possibly, but this is different, isn't it? he's different. worryingly so.

recognition and concern line oliver's brown, too-tired eyes; shock's run his throat dry. there's one thing those signs point to, but dominion refuses to accept that possibility. because it can't be true. it's impossible -- he can't remember. not until...

he forces a tut in exaggerated scandal, "listen, you'll have to take a thief to dinner first if you want them out of costume, you know." so he says, as if he could handle anything of the sort. 

he wants to run. to hide. to spend the rest of his evening sobbing into his new pillow. oliver's piercing right through him; he's addressing the man underneath, leaving dominion naked, vulnerable, and thanking god it's only metaphorical because the last thing he wants is for ángel's pathetic well of tears to be seen behind the mask.

"but... i didn't steal anything, if that's what you're wondering. not yet, anyway. i wouldn't plan a heist without inviting you to the occasion, beebest."

his rambling is just shy of a plea, almost begging the detective to dash his worries with a familiar retort; praying oliver fails to notice the dissonance between the thief's nonchalance and the creeping fear carrying a weaker man to the surface.

[paraunfinal]

@annihilationtype

not having a single purpose here... nor the drive... nor a hefty bank account to distract himself with... means ángel's become something of a half-hearted people-watcher in this city. what can he say? the quirky cast of citizens keeps his mind occupied.

on a related note, does this kid look a little green in the face or...? ack! well yes, getting caught certainly confirms it! not worth the terrible first impression, however!

"oh, i wasn't--" he blanks (something the man's never really had to kick himself for until recently). "your... tattoos!" good save; the finger snap added some flair to it, surely.

looking now, though, that is a lot of ink! enough for ángel to spare himself the self-deprecation following his social blunder and instead marvel at the artistry. "i thought i had award-winning pain tolerance... that's intense, kid. real clean, too. who's your artist?"

[paraunfinal]

@sickhackbassist

"we only serve cinnamon rolls after 8pm, sir."

"you only huh!?" ángel's eyes dart to the menu, touching its one (1) item in a daze. he hangs his head then, shoulders slouched and pouting; like a camel that's one straw away from imploding into a million pretty pieces. "but... i don't like cinnamon rolls..."

"hey, m*tski? losing dog here... i heard you're a betting woman--"

"um. sir? you're holdin' up the bar. you want the roll or not?"

"nono! no rolls!" that breaks him out of his stupor, jolting to note the woman only a couple stools away. he flashes her a small, rueful smile. "sorry. go ahead, i'll cover your drink. i-i'd cover the whole bar's, but i, uh... left my millions in my other wallet."

[paraunfinal]

@purposefed

one would think waking up next to a giant, gaping pit would spark more anxiety... and, well, one would be correct. but, with his mask on -- his bravado plastered and nausea stifled -- dominion feels... numb. numb as he's dropped off in front of house 106. numb as he takes out his key. numb as he turns his cheek to see...

"OLIV-- what're you--!?"

ángel dominion rights himself almost as quickly as he'd faltered; back straightened, tone strengthened. confident. artificial. he hopes the wind is doing his billowing cloak a favor in theatrics. "i mean, figures my brilliant(ly handsome) rival would be right on my heels. already captivated by the island's mysteries, i assume? or, what's this...?" he lets silence and a pointed nod toward the other man's stare do what a well-placed smirk otherwise would. "...is it me you're captivated by, detective?"

we're... neighbors. (but the photobook isn't here.) what do i do now? (how am i supposed to make things right?) he'll put two and two together -- oliver isn't stupid--!

oliver... right. he looks... tired. are those bags under his eyes?

dominion softens despite himself, gripping one arm beneath his cloak. tight enough to ache, lest he do something rash, like cross the house 105-sized chasm between them and... god forbid, hold his love's face or something.

"are... you alright?" you look like you've seen a ghost.

[paraunfinal]

go go gadget starter call! with a cap of..... 3!

your muse may come face to face with a deceptively carefree criminal or, purrhaps, a mysteriously mopey drama queen...... who's to say? hit that like button and test thy fate (jk if you have a preference lmk). i'll try to keep these short-ish.

[isolaradiale]

heyhey!!! i'd like to app for ángel valdivia from detective beebo without prior reserve pls >:3 his app can be found through the sidebar, navigation, or under /app

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Ángel!

You will be housed in HOUSE 106.

You’ll be given a wooden knife. Enjoy your stay!

*Aspidiske

[loveridden1999]

i have that dog in me. you know. the losing one