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@punchedharder sent a sentence starter: “ your face is bleeding. ”

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{!!} – ❝Is it?❞ Henry dabbed at his face with his emboidered handkerchief, freshly ironed & pressed just that morning, from inside his ticket pocket. His breath was slightly laboured, a clear indication by anyone’s standards that he had either been running, or was perhaps involved in some sort of physical altercation - the latter seeming more likely, on account of the blood. Henry sneered and rolled his eyes, ❝I hadn’t noticed.❞

His injuries were superficial, maybe he’d been punched - bar fight? Perhaps, though Henry wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details right now.

#{Verse: Default Fandomless}#{Interaction: punchedharder}

@luposcainus said: “I am a Lupine.”

sxrialkillr:

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{!!} – Henry sucked his teeth with casual indifference in the face of the other man’s perceived vacuity, uninterested in the deluded ramblings of the psychiatrically impaired. They were of very little purpose to him. He maintained a firm grasp of the grab handle on the train to steady himself on the moving carriage, his free hand occupying one of the latest seasonal drinks from the Starbucks inside the station. Henry sipped leisurely from his cup before issuing an incurious, throwaway reply to the man’s drivel, ❝That’s great, buddy! I love that for you. Next time, though, tell somebody who actually asked, alright?❞ He shook his head apathetically as he disregarded the self-proclaimed "lupine" in favour of eyeing up a younger man from across the carriage.

#{Verse: Default Fandomless}#{Interaction: luposcainus}

@eritvita sent a sentence starter: "you hungry?"👋

sxrialkillr:

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{!!} – Henry massaged slow, firm circles into his temples, in the throes of an absolutely blinding headache after a long day of travelling back & forth from the hustling-and-bustling streets of the capital to the anarchic punk-rocker’s indulgence of a commercialist seaside resort which surpassed just over fifty three miles from where he lived. There was no doubt about it; he was burned out. All work and no play makes Henry a dull boy. It also just makes him crabby.

Even considering to open his eyes to turn and look in Roland’s direction was making his head spin. ❝Ugh, Roland…don’t even talk to me right now…!❞ Henry grumbled through the mental haze of his exhaustion, neglecting to acknowledge whether or not he actually was hungry in the first place. Physically, he must’ve been; he hadn’t eaten a thing all day, his only sustenance being what felt like an endless succession of cups of coffee on tap, but after the day he’d had, food was the last thing on his mind - as was Roland, it would seem. He held his head wearily in his hands, too preoccupied wallowing in his own exhaustion to ask Roland how his day had gone. ❝I just want to sleep.❞

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@killedsoft sent a sentence starter: ❝ you have a lovely voice. ❞

sxrialkillr:

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{!!} – He hummed fluently, a pleasant sound, rounded and engaging like the gentle, nimble-fingered strum of a bass guitar. By the encouragement of her compliment, Henry blinked upwards from the counter at which he stood stirring several small, white sachets of pre-packaged sugar into his cup of take-away coffee, his dark chestnut eyes made to glisten beneath the golden lighting inside the warm & cosy autumnal atmosphere of the well-liked local coffee shop. A controlled hint of mischief sat comfortably within his charismatic smile as his lips parted in speech, his clean, manicured hands effortlessly securing the plastic lid to his cup without him having to look on account of him having frequented this establishment for quite some time, ❝Do you say that about every man who stands ahead of you in the queue for coffee or am I just special?❞ Henry leaned in a relaxed and unconcerned manner against the counter, wilfully ignorant to whether or not he was obstructing everyone else’s access to the rest of the additives. ❝I like the way you talk.❞ He tilted his head to the side, ❝Carry on.❞ Henry took a small, tentative sip of his coffee, his impatience for it to cool getting the better of him. It burned his tongue but he didn't mind. ❝I was going to take this home, but since we enjoy the sound of each other's voices so much, why don't you join me at a table and tell me a bit about yourself? Unless, you have somewhere else you need to be...?❞

#{Verse: Default Fandomless}#{Interaction: killedsoft}

@hexsisters said: "You're the first one to approach us since we got here! what's up?" A small pink cube greets the other, accompanied by two more cubes, both blue in color.

alstroemeriarevoluta:

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{✿} – Oh! How quaint! Some cube entities! Archimedes tipped his non-existent cap in salutation, pleasantly amused by the casual appearance of the four-sided symmetrical figures. Anomalies! Everywhere! Whoever said that London did harbour no beast had clearly been searching in all the wrong places. ❝Hey!❞ He raised his hand to greet them, ❝Not much, and you...? Travel well?❞ His grin was slightly awkward but companionable and teeming with boyish energy.

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Anonymous said: Leaves him a cursed Viking banana. you could tell it was a viking by the armor it wore and the fur wrappings that looked like a makeshift vest for a banana.

alstroemeriarevoluta:

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{✿} – He’d already walked past the heavily clad banana once or twice before he had decided to inspect it closer. He’d gotten a weird vibe from it the first time, but something about it exuded consequence and therefore elicited his curiosity. He mulled over the idea of giving it a tentative prod with a 9B pencil, but he thought better of it. Lowering himself slowly to its level where it sat forebodingly upon the thick oak table, Archimedes peered at the banana intently, examining the armour in which it was clad. He got the distinct feeling that it was trying to draw him in. ❝I don’t think so...I’m cursed enough already, thank you very much!❞ The student murmured dismissively, retracting his gaze to focus idly upon a poster that advertised the school’s chess club, in blunt defiance.

#{Verse: Default Fandomless}#{Anon}

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

@morethangreedandfreckles said: "How do you feel about love?"

fathertofatality:

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{!!} – Well. He felt some sort of way about it, that was for sure. He couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly how, but it was probably something connected to fear. Anyone he’d ever loved had long since relinquished their lives, and if he was brutally honest with himself, it seemed to consistently be his fault.

Nails chewed with feelings of compunctious anguish. He couldn’t wash away these ample sins. Andrew preferred to shun such subjects should they arise. He wasn’t the most demonstrative person when it came down to expressing his feelings about these sorts of things, especially when self-reflection was involved. Not when he was sober, anyway...

Hesitation, ❝...I...I don’t know. I think that maybe it’s not a simple answer like that. And that whatever it is, it wouldn’t matter anyway because...❞ Because he didn’t deserve to be loved. Andrew swallowed his words before he alluded to something he’d regret. Eyes flickered upwards from idly staring at the warps in the plastic table glazing to meet her own, ❝What’re you asking me bollocks like that for, anyway?! I thought this was supposed to be a quick coffee before work, not a friggin’ interrogation...!❞ An insubstantial chuckle, disingenuous. ❝Drink your fuckin’ latte and piss off!❞ Andrew raised his brows as he effortlessly tossed one of the cafe’s little packets of sugar across the table at Penelope in good humour with an accompanying smirk to nullify his pretended unkindness.

#{Verse: Default Fandomless}#☠ Interaction: fathertofatality/morethangreedandfreckles #☠ Headcanon; Who Do You Think I Am?

#ZANDERDORK ; “Why are you all looking at me like I want to take my pet rock for a walk?”

a literature to advanced literature portrayal of a fandomless original character. mainly based in TBR & TDG verse. will clown his way into many others. est. april 2020. by eggs! [21+ ; they/she ; 10+ years experience]