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beaufortx‌:

“huh-uh,” she nods, agreeing yet there’s a hint of disbelief in her tone. her brow soon quirks at the mention of him buying the painting, there’s a pause in which she’s debating if he’s being serious. “you’re being serious, wow. okay. a nice vibrant reminder of me for you.” she chuckles, smiling.

“yeah. something about it. makes me feel all tingly inside.” he teased, shaking his head. “i’m serious. i want it, if you’ll sell it?” it would sit well on his wall, he already had ideas of how he could paint things around it to really make it stand out. “aye, see everytime i look at it, i’ll think wow, this reminds me so much of rainbows and i’ll instantly think of you.”

#gabrielle

cassiemyers‌:

there’s a faint chuckle at his gesture, she’s not surprised by the amount of tattoos he did have. more so because she felt that came with the stereotype — which he confirmed. she couldn’t remember if she’s ever seen somebody who worked in a parlour that didn’t have any tattoos. “how many do you have?” she means the tats, “or have you lost count?”

“two... technically.” it sounded like a joke, it wasn’t, but it did make him laugh to say out loud. “full upper body but i designed it as one, it’s all connected.” he explained. “and i have a weird little spaceship on my leg with an old friends initals, i let her ink it on me when she was going through a hard time.” he smirked, shrugging a shoulder. “are you interested in getting one?”

#cassie

cassiemyers‌:

“yeah because she’s mine.” she chuckles as she glances down, soon she actually takes a good look at the stranger. recognising him. “you work in the tattoo parlour, right?” or maybe it wasn’t his face? but either way, she was sure she had seen him when looking through the window at the designs.

“wise choice, for sure.” call him a bit of a friends nerd, he’d watched and rewatched them all numerous times now. “yeah, that’s me. what gave it away?” he smirked, gesturing his arms open ( his tattooed covered arms. ) he thought she seemed familiar, he saw her through the window the other day.

#cassie

beaufortx‌:

she smirks, shaking her her head slowly as she does so. “nope, no plans. sounds good actually. i’ll have fun picking your brains again.” she’d take advantage when she could. “when are we going? now or later?” she wonders if this expedition will be as good as the last, or whether the chinese will be the highlight.

“that won’t take long, i keep telling you i’m just a stupid guy pretending to be smart.” he shrugged, ever the humble man. “right after i buy this to hang in my parlour...” he pointed to her art they’d been discussing. “and then it’s definitely chinese first.”

@ofhybridismsm

That’s Riley Braxton not Wentworth Miller. He’s 28 years old and a Warlock/Empath. He may be +Intellectual, +Trustworthy & +Kind but he’s also -Stubborn, -Impulsive & -Secretive.

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#rb because edited

HEADCANON ft. uncle lincoln braxton tw: blood,violence,knives,hospital,death,grief

summary;

3 years ago, Riley and his Uncle headed out to a suspected shifter hideout (his uncle dabbled in the hunter business which is actually the reason riley took a shine to it too). It turned out to be a vampire nest so the pair weren’t armed appropriately. They used what they could around them and fought for their lives. Barely standing, beaten and bloody, the pair thought they had got them all when two came out of nowhere. The silver knife Riley came in with was driven into his side before it was pulled out, only to slice through his skin from the wound, across his hip and upwards. Obviously, it brought him to his knees. The blood loss was instant and his Uncle was enraged. He tried to fight the vampires to get to his nephews’ side but one of them swung a metal pole into his skull so hard it snapped his neck, killing him instantly. Riley, in spite of the injury that left him on life support for three months, has never forgiven himself. He never even got to attend the funeral with being in a coma so he missed his chance to say a proper goodbye. The what-ifs of it all torment him, his Uncle was also his best friend. Riley recovered from the near-death injuries ( which is part of the reason he now has full upper body tattoos - to cover the massive scars across his body. ) but it took a big toll on his state of mind, especially being an empath, the guilt sometimes cripples him.

Riley, given his condition of low-latent inhibition, has the dire need to do good by people, to be the rescuer, he relates to the emotional pain of the people around him so deeply that it troubles him. So losing one of his own? It hurts him beyond words. Riley tends not to talk about him because of that but he thinks about him every day. When he’s feeling low he plays over what happened again and again in his mind. Almost like he’s trying to figure out if he could have done something to stop it all. They could have been better armed. Prepare for anything, not just a specific creature... Maybe there was a noise to alert him before they attacked? Maybe he could have dodged quicker? People tell him it wasn’t his fault (because it wasn’t) and he just nods and smiles but he doesn’t believe that. Not for one second and it’s that thought that brings him to tears as he slams his fists into the nearest solid wall available. He does all this behind closed doors because he doesn’t like anyone to see how much the event still troubles him, he’s not opposed to showing emotion but he’s so used to playing the hearty irish joker that he’s reluctant to be anything else.

#rileyheadcanon #hc #TRIGGERS AT THE TOP

#inspo

beaufortx‌:

“mhm, i was depressed for a whole month.” she jests, not before long she cracks a smile, amusement clear. “so what are you having then? tea?” she asks, seeing if his visit was going to be short and sweet or longer. she even has a electric kettle now and a stash of tea bags reserved for him.

“must have been truly terrible for you, i had a dog once that had the same effect,, but you know... a dogs love doesn’t compare to a fish.” he smirked, glancing at his watch. “you know i only come for the tea and only if it’s tetley, but i thought i’d surprise you with a trip to an expedition. conveniently located near the all you can eat chinese buffet. sound good, or do you have plans?”

#gabrielle

ofhybridismsm‌:

If it wasn’t for the other, the possibility of him not knowing how to control his blood lust, was big. He was the one that taught him how to control it, that taught him how to control his transformation. He helped him so much, and if it wasn’t for him, he would most likely had killed a lot of people, so he was so glad that he met him, “I think you may have drank a little too much,” he teased him, he seemed to be so cheerful, not that he thought it was a bad thing, “Fine, I know that if I don’t do it, you will be grumpy.”

He loved to dance, so the truth was that he would have a good time. However, he couldn’t help but tease the other whenever he could.

“Oh, huuuge dwarf-like Grumpy style.” He agreed. He literally couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, especially because so many people had actually joined in his own ridiculousness. Riley knew that sometimes all people needed was to feel uplifted, to do something bold and silly to feel better about their day. “Do you know the steps?” He looked toward Mason, cueing him in.

Freeze! Everybody clap your hands Come on y'all Check it out y'all How low can you go? Can you go down low? All the way to the floor

“Come on, man. Even the older ladies are doing this.” He laughed, getting lower an lower to the ground.

#mason

ofashes‌:

“i’m stronger then i look.” something that came from years of playing bodyguard for the heiress of the sillalobos family ( also, SPADES ). still, the whole situation had stirred an uneasiness that barbara wasn’t fond of feeling. she was glad to see the guy stayed down, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. call someone? walk away? “hopefully,” she decided. “he stays down.”

“i can see that.” though, personally he never did underestimate someone based on size ( that much he had learned from his own experiences. ) “well, even if he doesn’t i don’t think he’d be messing with you again in a hurry.” smiling, he chuckled softly an tipped his head towards the empty seat beside him. “you can join me for a few, if you want? promise i’m not gonna grab you like that prick.” really, he was just being friendly, it was in his nature.

#barbara

cassiemyers‌:

“oh, yeah. that’s true.” she nods a little in agreement. the smile on her features remains, more so because of what she’s watching. since coming back to life, she found herself consciously as well as subconsciously doing a number of things her parents used to enjoy. “i think phoebe’s probably everyone’s favourite “

“yeah.” he chuckled. “so i’m either original or she’s just that awesome everyone chooses her?” not exactly a question, more an out loud thought. “what about you? who’s your favourite?”

#cassie

beaufortx‌:

ever since she had met him, she found it amusing to toy with his mind. tease him in ways to trick him. his intelligence? it wasn’t overlooked. it was something she liked about him. “oh yeah?” she looks at him; wondering what emptiness he thought she felt. at the mention of a lost goldfish, she suppresses that need to laugh, instead, her brows furrow, features made to seem surprised. as if bingo, he got it. “oh you’re so right. lennie with an ie is a fish i’ll never get back. the heartbreak is real. you know i once got him operated on? digestive distress was the cause.”

“oh wow. really went in hard there, didn’t ya? alright...” he ruffled his shoulders as if getting into character. he then twisted his expression to show incredible concern and sympathy, paired with a soft hand on her shoulder. “digestive distress is a real fish killer, i hear. i’m so incredibly sorry for your loss, El.” ( a nickname he’d chosen for her )

#gabrielle

ofdivinaticn‌:

VISIONS WERE NOT THE BEST WAY TO START HER DAY. they were headaches and they were painful. in the past cosette had remedies to calm her head afterward from the pulsing heat. nowadays, she didn’t have such remedies. she didn’t have cosette. all she had was a person she’d been sent a vision fo who was in DANGER. being a seer sucked monumentally. being a witch? that came with some perks. like the thing where you burst a vampire’s brain, YEP, that one. spell uttered from her lips, a first aid filled bag slumped over her shoulders as the vampire finally collapsed. she approached the man in his injured stead. “how bad is it?” she asked of him. “i have- i have a first aid— i could treat you– or do you think you need a hospital?”

“oh- hello.” he heard rather than saw the kind voice that seemed to be in-front of him. his eyes were screwed shut, focusing on settling his breathing and heart rate back to normal. “what did you do to him?” he’d heard the thump of a body, the noise was unmistakable. “no hospital, it’s not that bad.” he smiled, pressed his palm against where his head hit and brought it in front of him to inspect. “no blood. see?” he turned his palm to her, along with his now open eyes. “... i-” his jaw fell open, his head gave a little shake to clear his vision of the stars he could see. it wasn’t. it couldn’t be. could it? it was... but, which? it was sad to say, but he didn’t know how to tell them apart, being only a child when they were separated they’d both grown so much and all he saw was one or two photos. “colette?” riley asked ( he said her name because, after so long of no contact with cosette he had assumed the worst fate for her. ) “it’s me. it’s riley.” he almost couldn’t believe it, in-fact, a small part of him didn’t. “do you remember me?”

#colette