Would You Kindly

Affiliated with Città Alveare Rank: Nobody Lives in Apartment T-2 can use Electro Bolt at medium strength up to three times a day and has a bb gun

[sweatergrandpa]

❝❞

"I trust you."

He couldn’t exactly say that, of course, but hopefully it’d get across from the fact he stopped throwing himself against the heavy, metal door that had inexplicably locked behind him, leaving him in the dilapidated  room with no other way out.

Okay, so there wasn’t much choice in the whole trust thing; but it’s not like Jack couldn’t trust the guy, he just couldn’t trust that everything would work out perfectly down in district Gamma.

If Ray got hurt trying to help him—

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[sweatergrandpa]

❤ & ✮

voice

"… >:-( "

Once upon a time, he had a midwestern accent, and a penchant for using phrases like “son of a gun,” and “gosh dangit!” Nowadays, he only makes a sound if he can’t stop himself. Once in a blue moon he may be able to say a word, but that’s a result of being pushed much too far.

Forever a whale with smokers lung.

sleeping habits

He’s had better nights. Goes to bed and gets up at the same time, yeah, but that doesn’t mean he gets a proper rest. Rapture’s left its scars, and though tobaco won’t get rid of them, it certainly makes the aftermath a bit easier.

[sweatergrandpa]

✿/✪

laugh

One of the few reasons you might hear his voice, if he fails to stifle it. The smallest chuckle is only signified by the telltale bounce of shoulders. More prominent giggles are accompanied by a low, rough tone that could maybe be chalked up to his smoking habits, and are often cut short, if he can help it. Proper laughter, though, comes out as something of a surprise, if only because he’s not actually a whale with smokers lung. It’s not uncommon for such laughs to be followed by embarrassed silence.

favourite food/eating habits

It’s happened a few times that he’s had too much junk food and gotten a tummy ache, (he very well remembered a day they all spent feeling awful) but at least he eats his vegetables.

Chips are great.

[sweatergrandpa]

☤, ✄, ❈

self care/first aid habits

He could do better in caring for himself; It’s not uncommon for him to keep pushing even when he needs rest, and without his daughters to catch him in the early stages-

First aid’s better, thanks to pre-programmed knowledge augmented by experience. Took him a while to get over the habit of conserving kits, though, and is prone to tend to others first (unless circumstance demands otherwise, strategically.)

nervous habits

The more worked up, the more he has to go do somethingto distract himself and burn up the nervous energy. Widely ranges from being fidgety and unable to sit still, to running around a strange city and crying on a bench next to a horse statue.

ideal birthday

He didn’t need much; at the least, he’d like some company, maybe some beer.

Idealy, though? Well, he just wants his family.

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[sweatergrandpa]

❣

Hands

Large, intended to inflict pain, but have learned to be gentle.

They’re calloused and worn from several years of farm work, but free of any scarring from Rapture. One of the better sides of the ADAM that ran so potently through him back then.

Also kinda hairy.

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❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

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“Chrr-skrrr skreee reeeeskrrr skree chirrreee chiiIIRRR-chirRRRRUUUP!”

[drinkinwithskeletons]

"BRUUUUUUUUOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH."

[abstersivetournure]

"Skirr."

[sweatergrandpa]

"Bwoaah?"

[abstersivetournure]

Not so much call him out on being stupid, as grab the back of his coat and forcibly drag him away, with a stern look thrown in for good measure.

My character has just done something stupid in anger. Call them out on it!

He missed.

He can hardly form the thought between the rush in his head and the thrumming of his own pulse in his ears, but the bastard’s head is still on his shoulders and that is not accepta—

He chokes against the collar of his coat as he’s snatched by the scruff like a kitten and dragged back, hand ripping out of the wall where it had been embedded. Maybe it’s the anger, the shock, the choking that paralyze him, but he cannot think to struggle until he’s swung out into the open street.

Great, one of the worthless despicable bastard’s little friends wants to play. Vergil fists his bloodied hand and whirls, he’ll —

And he freezes. Or rather, skids to a halt just short of throttling the other man.

Jack. He’s suddenly stricken with an awful sickening, skin-crawling guilt, but it’s not enough to make him swallow his pride. He’s too angry. To h…

His fists are trembling with tension (or maybe just trembling), and he doesn’t even quite make eye contact before he’s turning his head and sneering at the ground. He’s seen that face before. Reprimanding — stern, like he’s done something wrong and he knows it. (And he does know it.) Such a face didn’t need scolding, didn’t need words.

"…You didn’t hear what he said,” Vergil grinds out (not shakily), not merely defensive but nearly accusatory. Truthfully, he doesn’t really know if Jack had heard what he said, but it makes little difference. Jack would never understand what it was to have one’s mother spoken of in such…vile ways. What it felt like.

"It was none of your business, anyway.” Despite his snarled words, he makes no move to leave or return to his fight, examining his damaged hand like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Still ready to snarl at anything that so much as moves in a manner that offends him. And still trembling.

[sweatergrandpa]

Course he didn’t hear, didn’t know much besides seeing Vergil dart out of the bar much too quickly to just be having a smoke, and his provoker had struck a very sensitive nerve. Everything after that didn’t need much inferring; a crack of brick, a crater in the side of the bar’s stout neighbor, and shaking hands that almost gave him a new set of bruises. Then, a look of recognition, and guilt; the half demon’s tantrum becoming stifled in a split second.

He didn’t notice the cowards run, didn’t care, because they didn’t matter.

The venom in Vergil’s voice was clear, biting and pained; Yes, Jack would never understand how it felt, but he knew about the aftermath well enough. (Too many times did he have to comfort his girls, and soothe their wounds after school yard fights.)

There were battles to be fought, and battles that weren’t worth it.

It wouldn’t do much good to stay mad—Vergil had received the message loud and clear—so the stern look softened, becoming kinder. His gaze shifted, down to the half demon’s injured hand. At the least, they could clean the wounds and wipe away the blood.

Gently, slowly, Jack offered his hand, (far more steady than Vergil’s own,) asking to see, and hoping for the best.

[sweatergrandpa]

[sweatergrandpa]

❖

She’s just a kid.

Kids don’t wind up with metal arms and holes where their eyes should be unless some sick bastards show up and rip everything from them.

He hoped someone returned the favor.

[sweatergrandpa]

[ ♦ kljfds your drawings are so cute can i have one > > ]

(bbbb yes of course you can gosh. thank uvu; )

[sweatergrandpa]

❖

He knew he shouldn’t assume things from people’s looks in this city, but good Lord. The only thing Red had going for him was Jack’s experience with bulky beings who had two widely different arms; as long as he didn’t piss him off, he should be fine, right?

…Of course, that was barring the fact that the big guy was from Hell.

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[sweatergrandpa]

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Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

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Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

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Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

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Home: I’ll write our characters living together.

Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love.

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Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

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