#actias wilcot

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💜 Actias Judgements 💜

Who's letting the nervous barkeep judge people? Oh wait. It's me :)!

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Meeting with the Sea Serpent

"R-Rhyian.... We're t|o|o deep int|o The Villa... W-We sh|ouldn't be here-" The Purpleblood mumbled softly, gripping onto one of his droopy sleeves and playing with it nervously. The hemoanon remained silent, just simply as the pair walked into the lower area of The Villa. The lower area of The Villa wasn't.... The best of places, although for sweeps there's been effort after effort to try and remedy this, but the lower area just DIDN'T want to cooperate with officials trying their hardest to make things right. It's like the area had a mind of its own. "Rhyian please tell me where we're g|o-" "Shhh.... Listen..." Actias bit his bottom lip and listened carefully, the sound of old timey music came from.... Somewhere. It felt like it was coming from everywhere, enveloping the two in some gentle yet eerie lullaby. Rhyian just smiled and gently clapped their hands along with the music, their head bobbing back and forth. All Actias could feel was a ball of anxiety welling up in his chest. The music continued, never getting louder nor getting soft. A gentle, consistent drone that eventually started to become more so background noise to the.... Lack of other noises, which didn't really help the situation for poor Actias who wanted nothing more than to leave. Leave and go back to the safety of the bar his matesprite owned. The Purpleblood anxiously stepped back, wanting to sputter out about how he wanted to leave, but his back connected with someone's front, a rather large shadow falling over his form. "Going ssssomewhere, friend?" A voice cooed from above as a face appeared in front of Actias, an unnerving yet pleasant smile adorning the Violetblood's face. The Violetblood had gentle glowing purple eyes and some sort of antenna looking thing dangling from atop his head, the bulb at the tip glowing a pale light. Actias wanted to scream, but his voice was caught in his throat. "D∅n't scare him t∅∅ much, Sea Serpent...! Hehe.... That's my j∅b t∅ scare pe∅ple!" Rhyian giggled with glee and clasped their hands together happily, seeming to shiver with excitement at the thought f freaking people out. The man, the one Rhyian called "Sea Serpent" simply hummed and stepped back away from Actias, moving around him and heading over towards Rhyian, having to lean down to properly be face to face with the hemoanon. "What bringssss you here, Rhyian?" "Hehe.... Is y∅ur sh∅p ∅pen?" At that, the Violetblood seemed to smile and walked past Rhyian, waving his hand for the two other trolls to follow him. Rhyian happily skipped along behind the sea serpent, hair bouncing gently as they did so. Actias stood there for a moment, slowly watching the two vanish into darkness before chasing after them. He didn't know what he was getting into, but he knows he can't get out now.

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taverns prize for the ship meme mayhaps?

who wakes up first in the morning Dior absolutely wakes up first. You can't tell me otherwise.

who’s the first to fall asleep at night I've always liked the idea that they go to sleep at the same time. Acti kinda had a bad sleeping schedule before meeting Dior, but now sleeping with him has helped that significantly.

what they playfully tease each other over Acti isn't the best at teasing, but he can't help himself from making little comments about how Dior's so protective and possessive of him, finding it kinda cute.

what they do when the other’s having a bad day Snuggletime! Acti's taking that big guy somewhere private and snuggling with him, trying his best to comfort him and make him smile.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments He's trying not to cry while apologizing. The idea of Dior being mad at him over ANYTHING makes him feel a little sick, like Dior would leave him bc of some silly little argument. So he's very open about apologizing and trying to offer something to make it up.

which one’s more ticklish Actias.

their favorite rainy-day activities I think Acti likes the idea of cuddling up with Dior and just having a hot drink together.... Maybe have some soft music or a TV show playing lowly in the background....

how they surprise each other Shockingly enough: Acti is very good at keeping surprises a surprise! He may drop little hints here and there, but he'll never openly state what his surprise is, waiting for the right moment to pop something at Dior with a smile. Dior, at least to me, seems like he wouldn't bother with the whole surprise aspect, giving his little moth whatever he's gotta give him.

their most sickening shows of public affection Acti isn't one for PDA, but sometimes he can't help himself from giving him a kiss on the cheek when he can see Dior getting all agitated with someone.

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Within The Walls

Part One TW: Death threats, torture [implied], manipulation

The room was cold, the gentle sound of dripping water could be heard from somewhere. Actias' mind was foggy, his eyes barely opened as he took in the world around him. His body ached, his nostrils still burnt from the left-over scent of chemicals from earlier. He couldn't focus, the throbbing in his head was far too much. And it only got worse when someone shined a bright light in his eyes, causing him to wince in muffled pain. A deep voice broke the silence, barking at him to shut and keep quiet. It was only when Actias realized that he was tied tightly to a metal chair that everything set in. Adrenaline-fueled panic hit him hard, causing him to shift violently in place, letting out a muffled scream of panic. A large hand slapped him across the face, making the chair he was sitting in toppled backwards a little and lean against the wall behind him. His eyes finally snapped open and the sickening sound of carnival music filled his ears. Four figures were in the room with him, all towering over him, their silhouettes imposing and threatening. Actias could hear his bloodpusher in his ears as one of the figures leaned closer to his face. Those piercing purple eyes filled with malice, white and purple face in the pattern of a massive eye across the man's face. Actias felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't have been there. He didn't want to believe he was there. He closed his eyes, praying this was just a bad dream. "This isn't a dream, dear Wilcot. And you're not going to escape ever again." A hand cupped Actias' cheek, gently running a cold thumb over it. Actias cringed not only from the touch, but from the faint face paint residue now left on his cheek. His stomach was in knots, he felt like he wanted to throw up. He tried to gag, but his mouth was blocked by some sort of cloth shoved within. Thank god he could still breathe tho, even if it did hurt to do it from his nose. Actias tried to flex his hands, but that only caused him to groan out in pain. They were sore and scraped up. Something was crusted against his fingernails. He couldn't tell what it was, but he was praying to God it wasn't blood. The figure in front of him stepped back once again and snapped his fingers, two of the other figures vanishing than coming back with buckets. Buckets filled with something that sloshed around. It didn't sound like water; the liquid sounded a little thicker as it moved around in the large silver pails. Actias whimpered out as the man spoke. "You will not escape us again, dear Wilcot. You know your destiny was written in the stars the moment you were born. And if you EVER make another attempt, we will have no issue finding everyone single troll you love and putting them six feet underground. Do I make myself clear, dear Wilcot?" Actias just whimpered again and closed his eyes, trying to turn his head away from the figures before him. But the fourth one grabbed his head and roughly turned him to look again, the main figure growling in anger. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" His voice boomed, reverberating off the walls around them. Actias just whimpered softly in acknowledgement. He understood clearly. The main figure chuckled softly, seeming to relish in Actias' fear. "Then let's begin the Formation Process. You've been gone for too long, dear Wilcot."

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A Rough Interruption

TW: Violence, kidnapping

The Villa, like always, had a night sky that was beautifully decorated with millions of stars, the two Alternian moons shining down from above as Actias walked down the dimly lit street. Other villa inhabitants were out, going about their nights and minding their own business. Actias would normally never go out unless he was attached to his matesprite's hip, but he needed to go out and get a couple things for the bar he and his matesprite worked at. Actias himself had offered to go get whatever was needed so Dior didn't have to worry and could focus on the bar patrons. Actias did hate leaving Dior alone to go most of the heavy lifting, but he knew the lowblood could handle himself just fine. Now Actias was basically alone on the streets, hunching himself over slightly to appear smaller. The Villa was an odd place to live, the people even odder. Even if Actias had been living here for sweeps, he still could never fully get over the sense of dread that lingered in every corner, that waltzed down every street, that flashed within the eyes of other residents. He remembers how pressuring it used to be for him back when he was first led here by an unknown woman, the memories of that night being nothing but a hazy blur. From him running through the doors of his Clurch to going into the forests nearby to seeing the silhouette of the woman, being guided by a gentle hand to a place that was safer for him. Or well... He thought it was safer for him. He pulled out his palmhusk, checking through the couple messages he had before opening up his list. Actias was... Admittedly forgetful, so he tended to make all sorts of little lists on his palmhusk to make sure he got everything he needed, or to make sure everything he needed to do daily was done and dusted. His shoes gently clicked against the paved road. The only sounds accompanying him were the chirping of avian creatures and the faint noises of others in their apartments. Actias was far too absorbed in his palmhusk to hear the rushing footsteps behind him. And it wasn't until something hard hit against the middle of his back, causing him to yelp out in pain and fall down, his palmhusk flying out of his reach. He could feel himself struggling to catch his breath, his body twitching slightly in pain. A foot stepped down onto his already aching back, pressing more air out of his body while doing so. A piece of cloth was shoved up against his face. An absolutely awful odor attacked his senses, causing him to panic more and breathe in faster. The world started to go dark around him as he felt a hand pull his slender arms back, thick rope keeping them together in place. And that was the last thing Actias felt before everything went black.

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Home

Part One | Part Two

Home. Home is where Actias shouldn't been this entire time. At home, safe and sound, but we can't always be safe and sound. Life deals us all dirty hands, and the past couple nights have been the dirtiest for Actias. Having been knocked out, kidnapped and tortured up until the bloodshed. The screams, the strong odor of grape-scented iron, the cold hand of a friend covering his eyes as he was guided out of the Clurch, trying to spare him of the massacre. But Actias knew what happened. Actias didn't need to be shielded from the bloody mess of bodies that he knew littered the Clurch's floor. But he was home now. And home is where he's supposed to be. He was curled up in bed, clutching a blanket tightly around his lithe body. His matesprite and friends were down in the bar area, Actias could hear the frustrated semi-yelling of his beloved and the much calmer, albeit annoyed voice of his acquaintance. He could hear what they were talking about. And it made Actias shiver slightly. He buried himself deeper into the blanket, closing his eyes as he tried to block out the world around him. He didn't want to think anymore. He just wanted to finally relax. He was finally home.

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[ACTIAS] -> Introduction

-> You fidget nervously in place, you're not used to being around so many people. But... Someone you know is here, so you figured it would be safe enough for you to step out into the light as well. Your name is ACTIAS WILCOT and well... You're not the MOST INTERSTING of trolls. You're very TIMID and SHY, some have ever called you quite SKITTISH. You're not particularly STRONG either despite being a Purpleblood. Which... Does tend to make you feel LESSER of yourself. But that's enough of that for now. -> A runaway Clurch member turned into a barkeep for bar that's ran by SOMEONE YOU'RE INCREDIBLY CLOSE WITH. You uh... Actually, live there as well! A lot better than the shitty apartment complex you used to live in. A lot cleaner too... -> Speaking on where you live as well, you're one the many members of the strange place simply known as THE VILLA. A place where, despite looking completely normal, is anything but normal! The odd sense of "oh god something's wrong" is still a little intense for you despite living here for sweeps now, but you've gotten used to it! Somewhat... -> You only have a small range of hobbies... PLAYING VIDEO GAMES, JOURNALING and, oddly enough, cooking! Or well... Beginner cooking, that is. You're still learning! [Actias is open for asks/judgements!]

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Why must you do this to Acti. I thought you loved him /hj Actias Torque: Being a Limeblood has... Mostly it's downs! With the empathic/emotional psionics Limes seem to have, a group of Purplebloods that kidnapped him and used him as some sort of like- "Submission tool", if that makes sense. He was forced to use his psionics to basically make "unruly" and "disruptive" members return to their faith by emotionally manipulating them. After sweeps of being used as a tool, Actias was able to set blaze to the Clurch that took him and ran off into the night. Kyykel Wilcot: Shockingly... Not AS traumatized! Despite his rough upbringing, he was generally LIKED amongst his Clurch members! He wasn't... Entirely devoted or anything, good at playing the part for being the "Devotee" type of person when in reality his faith was slipping with each passing night. Sensitive and overly polite, sometimes being described as a "doormat" by others.