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boy made of fresh-cut roses & honey. his heart like a sparrow singing in spite of wind. he dreams about tarmacs, new dress shoes, opening himself up in a city that will enfold him. the universe letting him become, like the way moons become, or paintings, one step at a time until suddenly illumination.

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The woman running down the street towards him looked panicked, uncaring of encountering a stranger in her haste. Sherman barely had time to jot down a question before he had to grab her arm. “What’s happening?” He repeated the question verbally, knowing it didn’t sound as smooth as when he had his sound processor but this seemed serious.

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( » » tasks | 028 ; case file. )

Full Name: Sherman Chester Doyle.

Preferred Name or Nickname: Sherman, Tank.

Known Aliases: Sher, Tank.

Date of Birth: Feburary 2, 1989.

Current Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming. ( State Capitol Building. )

Previous Locations: Jefferson City, Missouri. London, United Kingdom. Tacoma, Washington. ( Major locations that he has resided, pre-outbreak. ) Boise, Idaho. Denver, Colorado. Kansas City, Kansas/Missouri. Amarillo, Texas. Big Lake, Texas. Del Rio, Texas. Acapulco, Mexico. ( Locations visited, post-outbreak. )

Arrival Date to Cheyenne: June 1, 2016. ( First Arrival. ) March 14, 2017. ( Return after leaving on January 6, 2017. )

Duration of Stay in Cheyenne: 7 months, 5 days. ( First period of stay from June 1, 2016 to January 6, 2017. ) 2 months, 9 days. ( Current period of stay from March 14, 2017. ) Total of 9 months, 14 days. ( As of May 23, 2017. )

Kill Count — Human: 0.

Kill Count — Infected: 486. ( Estimated at a one every two days kill count with 973 days passed since the outbreak. )

Current Inventory: Condor Bushlore Camp knife, backpack, malfunctioning Sonnet sound processor, notepad, pencils, water bottle, a few cookies from Topher in a small plastic tub, flashlight, crowbar.

Open to Trading: Generally avoids trying to trade as communication is an issue but will try if they have something he knows the camp needs.

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sky's still blue?

∘⡊⁂ MEMES // GIVE ME AN AU AND I WILL WRITE 5 IDEAS/HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES IN THAT AU

Oh, man I love me some sky’s still blue. So first of all? Luz would be in medical school in Seattle, so they’d probably only see each other on the weekends. Their apartment probably feels so empty without Luz and he stole one of her Lillard posters when she left to keep in her room, just so there’s still a part of her that’s around. There are also several pairs of joggers in his dresser of which ownership is still a mystery.

When he goes to visit her in Seattle? She spends most of their time together studying, but ! She takes him to all the good food spots in the U district. Even the Wayward Vegan Cafe has some pretty good grub for a vegan place. Some nights she takes him to the Alibi Room on Pike Place and they eat pizza and drink and dance below until the sun comes up. They get breakfast and coffee at Three Sisters Bakery down the road when the sun comes up and then sleep all day on her couch, foot to head, while watching cartoons.

Sometimes Sherman gets Nike or Adidas company passes through his work and they both spend too much money and have to scrounge the car and Luz’s apartment for change so he can afford the gas money back.

When Luz starts her third year of medical school, clinical rotations are killer. She’s almost brought to tears one night when, on her lunch break, Sherman shows up with a gym bag, a basket ball, and Lynda’s world famous mole. Paired with a resident notorious for taking ‘too long’ lunches, Luz is, for once, grateful to have the extra time.

It’s hard to make it back for all of Sherman’s dance performances, but when she can’t come, Luz makes their moms skype her in. Unable to resist herself, she lets Sherman think she’ll miss his biggest performance of the season only to show up with a couple takeout boxes of the burrito plates from Rico’s Tacos ( their fave Tacoma food truck ).

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❛ i used to say i’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder. ❜ luz

( » » margaret atwood sentance starters. )

He was making his bed in the early hours of the day, getting ready for his first ever official gathering trip as a hunter. He would be accompanying his sister on this venture, as both Aiden and Luz wanted him to be safe, but he had the added advantage of his sound processor working today. Sherman’s sheets shushing across his bed covered up the noise of Luz’s footsteps at his doorway. She must have been watching him when she spoke.

“You had never made your bed before, Tank. I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder.”

The first sentance had him chuckle but the second one sobered him. He finished smoothing out his blankets and sat down on his bed. He looked at Luz, studying his sister who leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face.

“I know. And I’m sorry.”

The look on Luz’s face disappeared in an instance and she smirked.

“What are you talking about? Get up lazy bones, we have work to do.”

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80s high school teen movie au + luz

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Sherman was still born deaf, but did not receive a cochlear implant as they wouldn’t be approved by the FDA until 1990. His father left his father earlier, so Sherman has no memory of him — he and his mom moved to Washington state in 1970. Sherman still went to the Washington State School for the Deaf, only from Kindergarten all the way to graduation.

Luz’s mom, Lynda, met Sherman’s mom, Grace, in 1980 when Sherman is 16 and Luz is 14. Lynda and Grace aren’t out and proud, they simply cohabit under the guise of cost savings for two single mothers. Sherman and Luz do not, in any way, get along at first. Luz thinks him to be strange, Sherman thinks she’s annoying. Sherman is secretly grateful that he doesn’t have be home all the time and can live in the residential hall at school during the week. 

However that all changes when the winter sports season rolls around. Both are basketball players and its one of the few things they have in common. Every weekend is spent playing one on one games until the sun sets as practice. During the course of this, their adversarial is no longer as unofficial siblings, but as players on the court. 

Luz learns ASL during the breaks between their games and Sherman learns Luz isn’t as annoying as he once thought. Their practices intensify but in an effort to push each other further and further towards excellence. It all comes to a head when Sherman’s team wins their Western States Basketball & Cheerleader Classic Championships title and Luz’s school wins their division title.

Sherman falls in love with the Lakers — less about their skill in winning the National Basketball Association championship than simple, let’s say, admiration for Magic Johnson. Luz is pissed ( ‘The Trailblazers are so much better Tank, use your damn smartass head.’ ) and at one point jokingly teases that Sherman must have a crush on Magic Johnson due to the massive poster on his wall. Sherman doesn’t talk to her for a week out of anger and Luz figures out that Sherman is gay before Sherman even realizes he is. Luz carefully broaches the subject and Sherman admits that yes, he’s interested in guys rather than girls. Luz completely supports him and asks him if he wants to come out. Sherman says yes, but he just doesn’t know how to. 

At the end of June, just as summer is starting, Luz throws two bus tickets to Seattle on his bed saying they’re going to see a Mariners game at the Kingdome. When they got to Seattle ( Lynda and Grace knew what they’re actually doing, as Luz had a secret planning meeting with them as both knew Sherman was gay, everyone in his family knew he was before he knew ), Luz instead guides them downtown, right into the middle of the 6th Annual Seattle Pride Festival. Sherman is at first nervous but when he meets other boys his age marching, Sherman becomes overjoyed that he’s not alone. When they get home, Grace and Lynda have a cake waiting for Sherman at home proclaiming that they’re proud of him for coming out.

Luz became his best friend after that, and the summer passed in a blur of pick up games and a part time job at a dog care service. Another year sped by and Sherman graduated. Sherman honestly thinks that without Luz’s support, he would have never thought he would apply for college.

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hobbit au + mason

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They have neighboring hobbit holes and if Sherman was completely honest, he’s a bit envious of Mason’s. The healer always had better petunias and his door is painted the perfect shade of green that Sherman has never quite been able to get.

Sherman first met Mason a month after finishing construction on his home when he got a fishing hook stuck in his thumb. He also accidentally smacked Mason in the face with his pole when Mason pulled the hook out. Sherman apologized the next day with a basket of lavender and lemon muffins and a jar of orange marmalade.

They soon fell into the habit of spending afternoon tea at one or the other’s house. Mason was one of the Hobbits who seemed to accept the fact Sherman could swim, and Sherman They both talked about how exciting going outside of the Shire would be but could never seem to summon up the courage to do so until a year into their friendship when the siren call of adventure swept them off their feet.

Mason realized he needed a healing herb he couldn’t find in the Shire and so he had to travel to Bree to trade with humans. He invited Sherman along, saying this would be their great adventure. They made it to Bree and Mason had secured the needed herbs when a human pressed them for the two Hobbits to join his party for more gold than they could ever imagine. 

After much debate, they both agreed to go off. They sent letters to their various siblings to look after their homes and went with the humans to Rohan, to return a missive that had been taken by bandits on the road from a carrier. The party needed the Hobbits to act as scouts as they would escape notice far easier than humans. After a month of travel they made it and were indeed rewarded handsomely for their quest. They eventually returned home to the Shire, ready for another adventure soon.

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Aiden, all day, had half a mind to run to Luz’s bedroom to see Sherman once he had been told that Sherman had returned. When patrol came to notify him, he slumped in his chair, head falling back in relief as if he had just been saved an inch from death. He immediately wanted to run to Sherman but he knew he needed to give Luz and Sherman time to talk. There was a lot to be discussed with Sherman but it had to wait. His heart pulled for Luz in the most tremendous of ways – she was getting a reunion that not many were granted in this new life.

Aiden hadn’t seen him at first, as Sherman hung off to the side not wanting to interrupt, but Aiden could feel the sudden presence of someone in his peripheral. When he turned to see him, expecting it to be possibly a carer or hunter, his eyes met with Sherman’s and he stood, frozen. Aiden knew he was back ( he was always notified about anyone entering camp ) but the fact that he’ was now laying eyes on his figure still felt as though he had never known he was back. It hit him harder than he had expected. It was such an overwhelming sense of relief to see him, unharmed. As he signed ‘hello’, Aiden instinctively clapped Sherman’s shoulder blade, bringing him into a hug. It was unlike Aiden, everyone knew, but his body had moved and decided before even his brain caught up to him. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He muttered, taking a step back and glancing down at the notepad. Seeing it, he knew what it meant. He took the board and drew, lifting it to face Sherman to read. –“You’re dead.”

The hug felt like he was back home. Sherman wasn’t ashamed to admit it but ever since Aiden saved him after the high school burned, he considered the older man to be like a father figure. Aiden was far more of a father than the man who contributed half his genes to Sherman and left when it became too hard for him.  Sherman had forgotten how his father’s weight was in vibrations coming towards him, how the texture of his hair felt when he rested on his father’s shoulders, all the little details. Sherman had even forgotten the color of his eyes. Yet Aiden, while he might know every single detail, was someone he couldn’t ever forget.

When Sherman saw the notepad and Aiden’s words, he let out a stuttered laugh as he took it back. “Not yet. Get in line, Luz wants her turn first.” He knew what the Capitol’s leader really meant. Sherman had been away for a little over three months, and in this new world — that was as good as dead. Sherman had essentially risen from the dead, and not like the corpses outside. Everyone looked at him like he was a ghost, like he would disappear if they looked away, but he had felt more ghostlike when he first lived here and Sherman didn’t want to be a ghost anymore. He had come back and survived and it was time for him to recognize that.

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∘⡊⁂ SHERMAN DOYLE

The first time Luz discovered that Sherman could enjoy music, her mom had reminded her of the movie Mr. Holland’s Opus ( how is it that children can learn so easily from film? ). It had been difficult for a young girl who’d never known a deaf person to comprehend that he could be both deaf and still hear. She’d been so happy that she’d brought him her CD collection–a zipper-packed grouping with artists like Nelly, Wu-Tang, Aaliyah, and Mary J. Blige. The dismay of an older brother who wasn’t interested in her billboard hip-hop albums or her incessant chattering hadn’t lasted long. No, Luz had been determined to make him like her and she had succeeded. God had kept them together somehow and even though He had taken Sherman away, He had brought him back. Sherman had brought himself back.

There should have been a comfort in his words. Wasn’t an earthquake. Instead, the unknown frightened her much more. There’d been that weird explosion all those months ago. Were bombs even possible now? She didn’t know much about it–nuclear holocaust had frightened Luz more than zombies and yet here she was, perhaps in the center of both. As he lectured her about the earthquake response, Luz felt the first true smile in months curl her lips in mock annoyance as she shoved him playfully before signing “shut up, know-it-all” rapidly with an ever-widening grin.

“You know” Luz began fingers shaking like the glass in the window would have, had it been a real earthquake and not whatever it truly was, setting aside the fears the strange noise had invoked within her to recognize the humor in her brother’s teasing. So quickly old roles could be resumed. More than anything, she wanted to pretend like nothing had ever happened, but there was a crack in her that spilled out something new and dark. It would take time to fill. “That sounded really close. There was that–big noise that brought all those dead guys. We should probably get to Aiden, right?” Her brows knitted together–the question mark of ASL. “He’ll know what to do.”

Though the sound was the terrifying part initially, it was the walkers they drew that were much more concerning. Or it could mean raiders again, they’d sure as hell brought a ton of noise when they’d destroyed all of the old camps, but it was the dust in the air that vexed her most. “What is that anyway, Tank? Do you think it was a tornado or like a dust devil or…what?”

He could see that Luz was scared. He wasn’t sure if he was more scared than her or not, it was hard for him to tell. She had changed in some way. Sherman knew it, in how she set aside the fear and tried to disguise it, like Sherman was a stranger. And he knew it was only his fault for that. HIs attention was split between talking and watching the advancing dust cloud. It was about to engulf the front lawn and would the Capitol a few seconds later. "Yeah, Aiden would be a good bet.”

Her point of the dead coming out due to the noise was a valid one, and Sherman could only think of the last time they had heard this level of sound. There were raiders then, and Sherman could feel the slow slide of fear sweat start rolling down the back of his neck. “I don’t know. There’s a lot of dust, I hope all the windows are closed.”

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sherman.

          RUSHED as the words were that tumbled from his lips as Topher finally released his friend from the tight grasp that enveloped him ( and it was tight — fingers wound into the soft fabric of his shirt as he held him close for several seconds ) they still weren’t quick enough to keep pace with the tumult of thoughts, of questions and confessions and curiosities that FLOODED the forefront of his mind. He stumbled and tripped over them — more so than usual, even with the distinctive  ❝ s t o n e r  s l u r ❞ that often had his syllables MELTING together — all the way up until the other man lifted a hand as if to silently STOP his sudden rambling. The gesture had him trailing off, sheepish as he glanced toward the floor and tugged a hand through his messy curls. ( He had a tendency to be a bit EXCITABLE at times, a trait he was aware could be o v e r w h e l m i n g in certain contexts — MOST contexts anymore. ) Dark eyes lifted back to Sherman  to catch the SECOND gesture, and though it took several seconds — Topher blamed the BLUE DREAM he smoked with Ada on top of the van that morning, maybe he’d packed ONE bowl too many — it suddenly dawned on him what Sherman was trying to say. But with understanding came immediate and inevitable CONCERN. The shift was visible in his features; in the faint furrow of his brow, the fall of the perpetual upward tilt at the corners of his lips. Sherman couldn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear, period. 

          Topher knew that Sherman was deaf. He’d known for a while, long enough that he could — and DID, especially now — feel guilty that he’d s t i l l yet to work up the nerve to really ask Luz to help him learn ASL. ( He almost did on several separate occasions, but more often than not he was stoned when it came to mind and Topher, who was notoriously rambling and tangential even when he WASN’T high as a kite, didn’t want to accidentally start waxing poetic to Luz about her brother and how he wants to know him, about how that’s just one more facet on the GEM of a soul he sometimes found himself enamored with. N O P E. )  But Topher hadn’t ever known Sherman without a functioning sound processor. He’d never really not been able to just — strike up a conversation with him, seek him out after catching a buzz with his sister and ZONE to the familiar sound of his voice. As his gaze dropped to the notepad, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d maybe taken what was a GIFT for granted. It wasn’t that Topher  minded writing — truth be told, he was and would always be GRATEFUL to have a conversation with Sherman in any form — but, well — NO, no buts. ( He just missed that VOICE maybe a little bit every now and then, alright? The Capitol, it just felt so… quiet anymore, and Sherman had always been someone he knew he could talk to. Lately, when he’d show up and Luz was  a w a y  — either in body or in mind, and at times both both — Topher couldn’t help but reminisce about the hours he’d spend with Sherman while they waited for her to come  H O M E. ) 

          Nodding toward the writing utensil he still held as if to wordlessly ask permission first, Topher reached out to slip the pen from Sherman’s hand before turning his attention back to the pad of paper. But what should he write?  There were so many things he wanted to SAY, so many questions he wanted to ASK:

                 ❛ Are you okay? ❜       ❛ What happened to your sound processor? ❜       ❛ Where did you go? ❜    ❛ Did you find Grace and Lynda? ❜       ❛  How long have you been back? ❜       ❛ Does Luz know you’re here? ❜ 

CURIOSITIES sprung up in his mind like weeds in an overgrown garden, but none of them were written down. With the exception of the first question — one that Sherman kinda answered in his handwritten explanation anyway — it just didn’t seem right to ASK any of them. He’d read the note Sherman wrote Luz before he left — when he found her crumpled on the floor of her room that morning, SOBBING so hard she could barely catch her breath, she held it out to him, an explanation in place of the one she struggled to string together through her tears — and he knew the trip Sherman went on was a personal one, one that was close to his heart. He was looking for his F A M I L Y. Even if he couldn’t relate, Topher could still understand, still empathize with the want and the HOPE to reconnect with loved ones — especially now. The last thing he wanted was to make the situation — to make Sherman  uncomfortable by asking the wrong question or overstepping a boundary and asking too much. If ever he wanted to talk about it, Topher wouldn’t hesitate to listen, but he wouldn’t press him for information about his absence. ( The gardener had a feeling he’d probably be getting enough questions from everyone else anyway. ) Finally touching the pen to paper, he wrote out a short, sincere response in his left-handed, lopsided scrawl and held up the notepad:

                                                                   ❝ im glad youre okay                                                                i missed the hell outta you  ❞

And then, scribbled beneath just before he turned it around:

                                                                 ❝ i think everyone did ❞

As Sherman read the short response, something caught in his throat. A lump of undissolved sugar in a mug of tea, a rock in his shoe, a sock caught in the sheets that made a bump in an otherwise smooth bed but not as easy to get rid of as any of those things. Sherman realized, as he looked at the slanted words, he missed Topher more than he thought he had. 

There was something comforting in seeing his friend again, he just wished he could hear his familiar long-winded rambles — the golden honey of Topher’s voice being the perfect sound of long evenings. And Sherman ached to hear it again. “I missed you a lot too.” He paused in his writing, trying to limit everything his wanted to say. “You’re okay too?”

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"When the grasshoppers die they go and inform the Muses in heaven who honours them on earth. They win the love of Terpsichore for the dancers by their report of them." — Plato, Phaedrus 259

g e n e r a l   —

Diety: Τερψιχορη ( Terpsichore, meaning ‘delighting in dance’ ) — Muse of Dance.

Mortal Identity: Σωσιγενης ( Sosigenes, means "born safely" from Greek σως "safe, whole, unwounded" and γενης "born" )

Siblings: Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Thalia, Urania

b i o g r a p h y   —

Terpsichore was the daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, a Titaness who was the personification of memory, and was a sister to eight other daughters — the Muses. She loved her parents dearly but loved her sisters even more. Calliope with her stone tablets of engaging stories that could enchant the heavenly hosts for hours, Clio and her long historic scrolls constantly being written on with ink stained fingers, Erato who was her fellow lyre player crowned with rose blossoms, Euterpe with her melodic flute that spun songs that stopped mortals in their tracks, Thalia and her delightful laughter that made everything seem light, Polyhymnia who always wore a serious expression but her poetry was scared beauty, and Urania with her eyes filled with the patterns of stars. Even Melpomene, the darkest of them, who had a heart full of tears — she loved each and every one of them for their gifts.

Her gift however, was the way her feet and body could move so gracefully. She could rival Hermes in her dexterity, and when her name was invoked, she helped her worshippers to follow her footsteps. Her feet felt like they never touched the ground with how quick they moved. She blessed mortals and gods alike with her elegant movements, but like her other sisters and like their father, she was not to be crossed or rivaled. Nine mortal sisters thought themselves better and they turned to chittering magpies, she withheld her guidance from those who didn’t devote themselves fully to their craft. She had inherited Zeus’ quick anger and flighty favoritism, and while it was her power it was also her downfall. 

The muses entertained their fellow deities, and above all their father. However, her fickle heart rejected Zeus’ request for her to preform for him ( she even raised her voice against him, she laughed at him ) and she was punished for her insolence. She was cast down and her tears felt never ending. Her mortal form was a man, his feet didn’t move as easily her true form’s did. Terpsichore now knew how clumsy humans where, and mourned her loss. She knew her mistake, and just hoped her father would accept her again. 

h e a d c a n o n s   —

Terpsichore doesn’t quite understand why she was turned into a male mortal. It’s so weird and she’s he’s still not use to the differences.

He supports Zeus wholeheartedly, he was simply joking in his refusal of the request.

He still dances all the time, and can play the lyre better than any mortal however he feels awkward and isn’t as clever in his movements.

p l o t s   —

Melpomene / Brioni

TBW

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