#beau.

[skinndips]

“   morning   ,   stranger   .   ”   

[aftrdrks]

Missing a few (newly added) muses, but without further ado, in varying levels of detail, here are some of my muses' dick sizes.

Alex is circumcised, he has an upward curve to his cock. It is 6.3 inches (16 cm) in length and 5 inches (12.7 cm) in girth when erect. The tip also tilts up slightly and is narrower than the rest of his penis.

Beau is circumcised. His dick is 5.3 inches (13.46 cm) in length and 4.5 inches (11.43 cm) in girth when erect.

Chaz is circumcised. His penis is 5.5 inches (13.97 cm) in length, 6.5 inches (16.51 cm) in girth when erect. It is also veiny.

Jean is uncircumcised. His cock is 7 inches (17.78 cm) in length, and 4.9 inches (12.45 cm) in girth when erect.

Kieran is uncircumcised and has narrow foreskin. His dick is 6.9 inches (17.53 cm) in length and 5.3 inches (13.46 cm) in girth when erect. It curves downward.

Leon is uncircumcised. His penis is 5.5 inches (13.97 cm) in length and 4.5 inches (11.43 cm) in girth when erect. The underside (on either side of the midline) is very prominent and a little thicker.

Marrakesh is circumcised. His penis is 7.8 inches (19.81 cm) in length, and 6 inches (15.24 cm) in girth when erect, with a noticeable curve to the right. The tip is plum-ish maroon in color.

Miles is circumcised. His dick is 5.9 inches (14.99 cm) in length and 4 inches (10.16 cm) in girth when erect. It slants upwards at about a 45-degree angle.

Minoru is uncircumcised. His penis is 5.5 inches (13.97 cm) in length and 5 inches (12.7 cm) in girth when erect. It is straight with a larger head that tilts up a bit at the very tip, his foreskin retracts fully when hard.

Salvador's penis is uncircumcised, with a prominent head that pokes slightly out of the foreskin. It is 5.8 inches (14.73 cm) in length and 4.9 inches (12.45 cm) in girth when erect.

[ch4nticle]

[ braid ] for beau

❝ You don't have to, ❞ Beau said over the quiet but constant din of the rain outside, pelting against the tent. Her hands lay useless in her lap, the fingers of one hand fretting over the nails of the other, her eyes fixed on a place she'd sewn closed this morning. Watching, anticipating some errant bit of water to come in and once again affirm that the Chantry had taught her little else but letters and songs. All the while, Lace's hands - smaller than hers, but cleverer - moved in her hair. The veil she'd clung to even though it was months since she'd joined the Inquisition and left the larger Chantry behind rested folded carefully over her knee. ❝ I ought to learn myself. I just hadn't realized it had gotten so long. ❞

It had never been so long. Though she was not old enough to be a sister, they often kept the hair of the orphans and others short and more manageable. She had been allowed some more length than others, and it wasn't until she'd asked to take vows that she realized it was to cover the faintest point of her ears. No one knew for sure, but if there was ever a doubt - Beau cleared her throat, smiling a little.

❝ We cut it every few weeks or so. Or - I used to, I mean. More to the point, one of the sisters would. I didn't expect it would grow so fast. Is there really enough there for a braid? ❞ She liked Lace's braids. Perhaps her hair would get long enough to do those. She paused and focused on the movement of Lace's fingers, blushed, and plucked at a bit of her veil instead. ❝ I'll have to cut it eventually, 'f I keep wearing this. Otherwise it'll get too hot. Didn't they want us out in the Western Approach soon? ❞

[wizardnuke]

there are favorite characters and then there are characters that could be your favorite if they were not. like. some au version of yourself that you can't look directly at without getting flashbanged

[sunthequeen]

ㅤ ㅤ 🂽 ㅤ　 thread ㅤ　 𝄒　　　　　@laruebeau chose [ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

a casa de sunny era uma bagunça. plantas se espalhavam por todos os cantos — algumas em vasos, outras penduradas em cestas de macramê que balançavam suavemente com o vento. as paredes estavam cobertas por quadros e tapeçarias de cores e estilos conflitantes, mas que, de algum modo, funcionavam juntos. ela estava sentada no sofá, um copo vazio na mão, enquanto o noticiário passava na televisão. assim que o bloco acabou, ela se levantou e silenciou a tela com um movimento da mão. ficou parada, imóvel, o olhar fixo em algum ponto indefinido. hepatite-v. não deveria ser possível. vampiros não deveriam ser vulneráveis a esse tipo de coisa. mas os fatos eram claros e isso significava que teriam que tomar muito mais cuidado com o sangue que consumiam. deveria haver algum indicativo, algum sinal de sangue ruim. mas qual? como saber antes que fosse tarde demais?

ela sentiu o toque antes de perceber que estava tensa. mãos firmes e conhecidas deslizaram sobre seus ombros, começando um movimento lento e seguro. sunny relaxou sem pensar, o peso nos ombros se dissipando sob o toque de beau. depois de um tempo, seus ombros caíram e ela se virou, os lábios formando um beicinho. ❝ você ouviu algo sobre isso nas ruas? ❞ ela perguntou, mas sem esperar resposta. ❝ você está tomando cuidado com sangue? ❞ os olhos dela se estreitaram levemente quando tocou o rosto dele, os dedos deslizando pela pele perfeita, onde as veias apareciam nos infectados. ❝ eu odiaria que meu vampiro preferido se machucasse ❞ e era verdade. perder beau seria um grande problema. primeiro, ele estava ligado a ela — perder beau significaria uma fraqueza em sua posição, algo que o rei da autoridade certamente exploraria. segundo, ter um xerife ao lado era uma vantagem política inegável. terceiro… ela correu o polegar sobre o lábio inferior dele, pensativa. ❝ você é bonito demais para morrer assim ❞

[jjongribo-moved]

[unveiled-if]

❝ — Tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed? ❞

Song: Matt Maeson - Grave Digger

Rough boy, in every meaning; from a youth forged from violence so innate to his kind, a boy rose victorious over the others. With bright eyes looking up to a father with steel in his will, the boy learned discipline and the meaning of perfection. A flaw in itself, a lesson taught through blood and tears, he knew no better. A loving family nonetheless, behind closed doors were soft emotions and words of encouragement none would witness, a secret that rendered outsiders wary of the boy so carefully honed to be a leader, not a person.

Beau was the first child of Earc and Mila Sullivan, a planned child that was to inherit everything. Raised with iron and harsh words, yet cherished and adored in private. Old beliefs never instilled in the young leader, Beau grew compassionate if not an impulsive young man, always ready to defend and fight for those treated with injustice.

His childhood years were good, brought up by a loving family, whenever training wasn’t in question. Harsh words were treated as tough love, something humans would take issue with, but saved his life as a creature with animal instinct co-inhabiting those of a human. It was the only way to assure he survived through his childhood; to steel his dual nature to endure.

But a rebellious streak still ignited within; at eighteen, he made a plea to leave. The walls and safety of the city weren’t enough, and he wanted to do more, see more; the family already uprooted from far away and landed here, now he wanted to experience it with fresh eyes.

After a long debate, he left the pack to join the military, a specific division for his kind. A new man arose from the conditioning, and he saw the world through the sights of a weapon, but never faltered in his decision.

From eighteen to thirty-one he served with every fibre of his being; for the safety of his country and his kind. When raised on the principle of never showing weakness, trauma became a fleeting emotion that joined the bottled memories from his unconventional youth, for better or worse.

His return to Voit City was never planned for more than a few days at a time, but when a request came to attend the wedding of a younger sibling, he couldn’t reject. Little did he know it would usher him to a throne he never wished to sit upon, with a crown he never wished to inherit.

An unwilling king in a court a thousand strong, the bottle begins to overflow and renders him frozen. Behind closed doors, terror takes over, but in front of his kin he forces a laugh and a smile, jokes hiding the chaos going on within, a nature quickly becoming unstable with every new failure for him to bear.

On the Agent:

Beau has never met or heard of the agent as his father was the one to interact with the VBI back before he left. When first meeting them, Beau is not in the best of mindsets, but never treats the agent with anything less than friendly respect.

Connections

LYDIA

Beau and Lydia met in the military and grew quick friends after he insisted on getting close to her as no one else dared. They see each other as siblings, and would to anything to protect one another. This is also why Beau named her his second in command while he still puts off settling down as he's traditionally supposed to.

GRIM

Affectionate rivalry buds from a common distaste towards their kind’s portrayals in the media. They play up their distaste for each other’s kinds with affectionate nicknames, like ‘puppy’ and ‘batman’. they still hold respect for each other since Grim was a part of Beau’s childhood training.

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