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18+ Fandomless OC RP Blog || Semi Selective || Canon, Crossover, OC Friendly || Side Blog of [ dapperdisgrace ]

[the-whxle-being-dead-thing]

Rules

I refuse to interact with anyone under the age of 18.

I'm very flakey and will respond slowly. Sorry about that. :(

This blog is dark-themed. Some heavy topics may occur such as violence, mentions of abuse/trauma, drugs, alcohol and the likes. If this isn't your cup of tea then this isn't the blog for you.

I welcome asks from anyone, even if we're not mutuals.

Don't be shy about shooting me a message if you're interested in RPing. I promise, I don't bite. And ignore the suspicious shovel I'm holding behind my back.

This is a side blog. If I follow you back, it will be by @dapperdisgrace

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

[kuzcosources]

Send 🙇🏻 to lay on my muse’s stomach ! Send a + for the reverse. If you can’t see the emoji, send ‘stomach’!

[froglegsz]

this next cup of coffee will fix me

[froglegsz]

im worse now

[sunhowler-art]

i found it. the thread that connects all my bullshit

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Gondor decides to drop by Pari's apartment before she has to leave for work. He brings her Chinese takeout, texting her beforehand to let her know he's bringing food.

@stoic-grump

@stoic-grump

Pari was actually really grateful to see her friend. Valentines was never the best day for her and at least getting some food with Gondor was a welcome distraction.

She'd wait for the ring of the doorbell before going to answer it.

It had been a while, but Gondor was always welcome at her home.

[stoic-grump]

the-expatriate​:

Pari was as welcoming as before, ironically she too looked a little tired. But Gondor his reasons while hers was.. definitely something else.

The 14th was never a good day, in fact it was often laced with associating it with trauma. But she would talk about it if he asked. It was why she’d bury herself in her work in turn.

Getting surrounded by happy people however didn’t make her jealous, if anything working at the bar was actually really nice on that particular night.

She watched as Gonder set up the table and she went to get some soft drinks.

And a coffee. Just because.

“You’ve been working a lot lately, it’s nice to see you!”

“Hm. Likewise.” He gives his short response, not even looking up as he grabs them plates. 

Finally sitting down as Pari brings the drinks over, he laces his fingers together, elbows rested on the table and the side of his fingers just over his lip and under his nose. 

He waits for her to be seated before he grabs his cheap, wooden chopsticks and breaks them apart, serving himself. “Busy night tonight?”

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Gondor decides to drop by Pari's apartment before she has to leave for work. He brings her Chinese takeout, texting her beforehand to let her know he's bringing food.

@stoic-grump

@stoic-grump

Pari was actually really grateful to see her friend. Valentines was never the best day for her and at least getting some food with Gondor was a welcome distraction.

She'd wait for the ring of the doorbell before going to answer it.

It had been a while, but Gondor was always welcome at her home.

[stoic-grump]

After Pari answers the door, Gondor will greet her with two bags full of the Chinese takeout. The smell of the food pours in her door as the tiefling saunters in, placing the bags on her table. 

Valentine’s was never a good day for him, either, both unknowingly sharing a common struggle with the day. It had nothing to do with the day of love or anything like that, but the fact that it’s his birthday, which he refused to tell Pari when that is.

He looks tired. Well, more tired than usual. He hasn’t really said a word after he stepped in Pari’s apartment, going straight to setting up the table.

[stoic-grump]

Gondor cannot fathom how a humanoid chicken can both leave and not leave a brick in his fridge at the same time, but he's too tired for this he just wants his coffee

@theamazingchickenman

[suspiriarum]

i hate the notion that traumatized people have to be sweet, kind, defenseless beings, and that this is the only way any of them will be loved. because damaged goods still need to be good somehow.

my trauma made me paranoid, insecure, detached; it planted a seed of rage deep within me that took roots as the years went by untreated.

my trauma caused me to live on pure instincts. i became cunning, sharp, mean.

am i not worthy of love too?

[valtsv]

[stoic-grump]

Make a 5 points bullet-point-list that describes your muse in the most ridiculous, yet accurate way possible! Then tag some friends to do the same.

They say his veins are pumped full of pure coffee.

He has a hate/hate relationship with sleep.

Couldn’t harm a spider if he wanted to. Actually, he has analyzed spiders before as a kid. Pretty much watched them on his walls and took notes. Never had an imagination then and doesn’t have one now.

Dude has massive balls. Like. Metaphorical balls. He’s lanky and weak, but he would face the toughest and scariest looking monster in the name of science. Although, he’s smart enough to not get himself killed right away. Hopefully. Right, Gondor? ...Gondor?

It’s believed that he ages another ten minutes when he’s asked to smile.

Tagged by @do-not-fear-i-am-the-cure

Tagging @theamazingchickenman @jeff-the-gnome-king

[webcomicname]

[leneemusing]

injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

[sparreaux]

Gondor for @stoic-grump

[x-cybernated-angel]

“I’m sure you’re not” the angel agrees “I just have to make sure. The nature of my work is… sensitive.”  Pierce pushes himself off the wall and straightens his posture ready to leave this place whenever the tiefling was ready. “Your compliance is appreciated, that I can assure you” Pierce bowed his head respectfully. “I have medical supplies at my warehouse we can use to get you fixed up, including the requested ice pack”  Pierce used these supplies more often than he would like to admit given the nature of his work and the risks he regularly put himself into. He was no stranger even to stitching himself up when required and had the scars to prove it. “I’m not a doctor exactly, but I have an understanding of biology and basic medical care given my experience with biomechanics. Not that I’m going to perform surgery on you to give you prosthetic ribs or anything" he half joked at that last part, but the expression on his face never changed which may or may not have made it difficult to tell it was partly in jest. “Shall we go? Are you able to walk?” Pierce acknowledged that his mobility to get this far may very well have been pushed by adrenalin, and that if said adrenalin was beginning to settle down the pain would in turn begin to set in. “Do you require any assistance?”

[stoic-grump]

His assumptions are correct; Gondor's adrenaline rush has settled by now and every bit of movement is agonizing. He'd rather avoid being touched at all, but if he can barely stand on his own, he may not have a choice. Begrudgingly, he says, "I may require assistance, yes."

He also adds, "I'm a doctor. Used to be. I know what I need, I just need the supplies provided. I can also provide you any medical assistance should you need it. For helping me back there."

[x-cybernated-angel]

“Wait, my workshop?!” well this had certainly taken the angel by surprise!

His brows raised displaying the most expression he’d shown throughout the whole conversation.

“Are you sure I couldn’t escort you back to your own dwellings and give you a demonstration there?”

He wasnt expecting the angel to build a whole new arm in front of him was he?

…Sure Pierce could show him the blueprints, the tools and the materials, and probably open up one of his arms or show him a spare he had laying around for him to take a closer look at his own workshop, but he had his concerns and reservations about this. Such as they would know then the exact location where he lived and worked, and they would have access to secretive stuff which nobody else was supposed to see.

…

But on the other hand, if it truly would buy their silence then it was better than his warehouse being discovered by an angel.

Pierce let out a long drawn out sigh, pinching his brows between his index finger and thumb.

“Alright, fine… but I have some strict rules you absolutely must follow!” he told the tiefling with something of a mild frown.

“First a foremost, you will never utter the location of my workshop to anyone! Not under any circumstances! is that clear?”  this was the most important rule of them all.

“Second, you will not touch anything unless you are given permission to do so, and you will stay in my sight. I am taking you to my workshop to satisfy your curiosity about my appendages, my other creations and projects are off limits, and my computers and artifacts are most definitely out of bounds!” he made this crystal clear.

“And lastly… don’t sit on my couch, that’s my couch” it was a bit of a strange rule compared to the other two, and this one may have come down more to possessiveness than anything else, but that couch doubled up as the angel’s bed which he certainly didn’t want anybody else’s butts sitting on!

“Are we clear on the rules?”

[stoic-grump]

"I'm not a child," Gondor says a bit disgruntled. "But I understand the importance of keeping your space secured. I will respect your boundaries." It's just his arms he's interested in anyway.

"I just..." He grunts a bit at the pain in his ribs, trying his best to breathe through it. "I just need an ice pack...and maybe some painkillers will help too." As much as he'd like to ignore the pain, it's pretty difficult to, especially when something might be broken.

It could be worse. If this bionic angel didn't intervene, he'd have lost his ears by now and he might be in the middle of horn removal surgery.

[x-cybernated-angel]

Pierce followed the strangers eyes down to his arm when asked what that was… whatever he meant by “that”. “Grace?” he asked pointing to the area on his arm where the lens was built in. “That’s just Grace, I built her as a walking memory bank originally but she’s proven useful for an assortment of other tasks” he answered the tiefling as though building  an AI was no big deal. Perhaps that wasnt what the tiefling was talking about though? “Or do you mean this?” Pierce inquired, right before pinching the end of his sleeve with his other hand and slowly pulled it all the way off to reveal the bionic arm underneath.  “These would be why I don’t get along with my kind” he told the tiefling, and then pulled off the other sleeve to reveal that both arms were the same. The metal gleamed a little under the street lights but not overly so with the paint job masking the bare shine of the metal. They were a little scuffed and used, but they were by no means beaten up and appeared to be well maintained. Pierce held up both hands and flexed his fingers, but it was less to show off how fluid the motion was and more so for himself to try and remember what it was like to feel with his own hands, to be able to touch, to feel heat or cold through his fingers, even to feel pain! What he wouldn’t give to have that back. “I crafted these with my own set of skills. I wish I could tell you they were crafted by choice, but it was not my choice to lose the flesh I was born with. That would be the work of the council” “… but I’ve already said too much, all you need to know is that the council and I don’t see eye to eye, and I’d like to keep them away from the one area in this city I can do my work in peace” 

[stoic-grump]

Almost forgetting about the pain he's in, Gondor is utterly astounded as he watches the robotic fingers move like they were flesh and bone. He was tempted to grab his hand for a closer inspection, but he refrains.

He half pays attention to his explanation and relationship with the council, his mind fixated on wanting, no, needing to learn how those robotic limbs function. Are they connected to his nerves? Does his brain control them? He's never seen anything like this before; nothing this advanced.

How does he keep them clean? Are they powered by anything? How many wires are underneath that metal? How does it all connect and work?

"Take me to your workshop," he blurts out. "You have my silence if you can tell me how you made those...and how they work."