#acker li

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my partner and my friend who writes as Detective Acker Li ( right ) kept calling Charles a ghost so............................... 

Here he is visiting his boyfriend who has the Sight. Saying “Hey”

being dead and chill

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In Monster of the Week, there has been some comfort during hard, hard times

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♡ for Acker, 💌 for Decker, 💚 for Buzz, and 💘 for Amberson~ :)))

For Acker: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in? 

Acker prides himself on being in control of his demeanor and emotions, so when he's interested in someone he's quietly panicking. He wants to impress them and he's self-aware enough to know that his normal demeanor of the "calm snark" can be rough for most people to handle when trying to get to know him. He's aware he comes off distant and he starts trying to do a balancing act. He starts thinking about how to open up to the person he's interested in without completely dropping the mannerisms he's worked hard to prefect. He's secretly freaking out when he has a crush and is trying to act out it.

 Now subconsciously is actually where most of the conflict comes from. While he's trying to measure out his actions and maintain a balance of vulnerability that he's comfortable with, his body kind of natural pulls away from the person he's interested in. He's completely unaware of it but he tends to stand at a distance or keep his hands close to his own body when around his crush. It's kind of a double edge sword because it means shows of affection from Acker are very conscious decisions, however it doesn't help his already cold and calculated impression he gives to people.

For Decker:how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

Hmm. For Decker: It's been joked about but Decker hasn't really ever had a crush before. In his canon history everyone he's dated asked him out first. He'd be direct about it if he had ever asked someone else out, but it would have been more of an obligation

For Buzz: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

I feel like Buzz hasn't put a lot of critical thought into being in love or falling in love. They definitely think that love is simple. They're in the school of thought that love is an emotion just like any other and there isn't anything deep behind it until someone puts the work into it. So falling in love, being in love, love in general are things that are "cute and fun." They've never been in a relationship where things got rocky or bad. Most of Buzz's EXs are their friends now, and they broke up after a date or two because the chemistry for friendship was there but not for romance. I guess because of how relaxed and easy things have been for Buzz, they don't take the feeling of "love" as seriously as it should be.

For Amberson:  how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

He gets excited about it. He's serious but not shy, so when he finds out he has a crush he immensely enjoys it.. Crushes are fun to Amberson. This is someone he's already decided was physically attractive but by the time he's realize he has a crush on someone he's made a decision that this person is enjoyable  to be around in general, and he feels that connection that they like having him around too. So that gives him the warm fuzzies.

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[ To be clear, Charles is still a multiship character. Acker is just the boyfriend that is in the table top game and the rp for @ycung-magick only.

Otherwise Charles is open game ]

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You Worry Me ( prologue )

Prologue to the RP with Ophelia

Charles  saw the name on his phone as he heard it ringing a very familiar ringtone of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." A cute song but it usually means it's time to clock in. He answers the phone.

"Morning, Dahlia." he greeted, leaning against the counter with his coffee while the little kitten tried to reach the mug. 

"Morning, Charles." sang a voice at the other end, friendly and preparing him. "So there's a job ready for you. And Charles?”

"Hm?" he asks, moving his arm away from the kitten.

"Don't be mad."

"...Dahlia." 

"Don't be mad, Charles." the smile can be heard in  his Boss's voice and the hunter sighed through his nose, the sound getting a giggle out of Dahlia. Though, she soon straightened herself and spoke clearly to him. "It's a Wendigo."

He puts the mug down. "Dahlia."

"Charles, everyone was already busy! They pulled a 'you.' They just found cases for themselves." she chuckled and Charles ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. Already the man was going to his room, taking the cat with him that was already having its little head into his mug for a couple of licks and then snorts, the man not wasting time to pack up.

"Who else is coming?" he asked.

There was a pause.

"...So, don't be mad."

Charles lowered down his phone, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation before he put the phone to his ear. "Please."

Dahlia mercifully continued. "So, I have someone here to partner with you. A very eager volunteer that you may know..."

Another pause.

"....No." Charles answered. 

"Charles." said Dahlia.

"No. Dahlia-- Dahlia."

"Charles," she laughed. "Don't be mad."

Then came another voice on Dahlia’s side of the line, a very familiar kind that Charles could hear the grin across the man's face. A voice that, honestly, he loves hearing every damn time. Usually.

"Hey Charles," called Acker Li.

"GO HOME!"

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OC fanfiction

[ So I have a mini fanfiction I wrote between me and my friend's OC from out Monster of the Week campaign and this is the only place I can put it so HERE ]

Acker placed the glass down and looked at it for thr first time since he has been here. His head felt a little foggy, but it adjusted itself quickly with familiarity. Yes. Of course he is here. He was making a joke over at Charles, that's right, the both of them at the bar like usual to get some alone time. Acker smiled to himself when he looked Charles' way, listening to his soft laugh.

He enjoys the sound.

He enjoys the smile.

Two things he drank in, much like the beer in his glass, but savored.

Acker gulped quietly when he felt his friend lean against him, hearing Charles' soft voice in a purr as he spoke. What it was that he heard or what Charles said, he didn't know. He just knows that he's smiling and he liked what he heard. The both of them enjoyed each other, the air between them familiar yet something felt added. The warmth wasn't ignored, and Charles' touch felt like an embrace to his senses.

They were looking at each other.

Charles held Acker's hand. He leaned close again, Acker tilting his head to listen. Again... he didn't hear, but he knows he agreed. The glass lowered on the bar table.

Acker's keys were placed down on the counter as Charles pressed himself against him, towering him. Whether it was the fog, or the fact that his friend had him trapped against the counter, Acker was feeling a delightful heat at his face. They kissed. It felt natural even if there wasn't taste, but it was immediate in bringing home that they both wanted to for awhile. He knew it. Charles knew it. God it was about time. It was about damn time. With every kiss it was another wave of heat and he felt himself tugging at fabric.

It felt eager. He didn't mean to be. Though, all Acker felt were his kisses on his neck and lips again, Charles not minding. He even smiled against him. Acker felt lighter, taking one step back and found his head resting against his pillow. Charles smiled down at him. Acker grinning.

"Come here."

Acker didn't feel an inch of embarrassment with how immediate he listened and leaned closer to meet his lips, Charles pressing him down against the bed again. There came that fog. Normally, he thinks, he'd wonder if this was... was this too fast? Does Charles want it this fast? Did he....

Acker felt a shock coming over him, making a pleased sound when he felt chills shoot through him. Fabric was tugged and pulled off of him and he felt Charles' lips over him. He couldn't think, only knew it is happening, running his fingers through blond hair as he closed his eyes.

Black.

It stopped.

Acker opened his eyes, everything still with the morning light peeking through his blinds. He felt his senses coming back, like a reminder on how everything was supposed to feel. Instead of whatever sweetness he thought he tasted, it was a sourness that lingered on his tongue. His right arm felt numb.

Acker sighed, grumbled, then ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes. There was still a Phantom of what he dreamed of, then after a few moment he was back to feeling nothing but the bed and lack of company.

Good morning.