six tarot card thumbnails. i think i'd want to polish these at some point but i'm not sure yet. anyways, since these are thumbnails i'll avoid pinging people but i'll still list the characters in order.
The Fool/Judgement: @/ochrae's Biff and YS interp
The Hermit: @/stromulites(Me)'s BJ
The Devil: @/gemharvest's Beef
The Chariot: @/shed-the-god's Peacock
The Hanged Man: @/zackcharine's interp of Ourple Brooke
Its that time of year for the secret santa and mine was @stromulites <3
Hope you guys like the art and fic
"You can get on the couch, I don't bite." BJ joked, breaking through the silence of Yourself's apartment.
Peacock starts at the older's voice, perturbed. They were just waiting for some of their friends to come back from the store for movie night. They haven't even moved since the others left so why speak up about this now? Was it awkward? Peacock assumed they were chilling perfectly fine, maybe he made the other uncomfortable with the distance. He doesn't fucking know though. This must be why he doesn't really have friends, never learned how to interact correctly.
In this case, Kareshi murmured, "Shitteiru…" before moving from the window to sit near the shorter.
Now with the change in position, Peacock can't help but feel a bubbling dread in his stomach. He sat stock still with his knees up to his chest, full of anticipation and restlessness. He pretended to watch whatever what was playing on tv. He couldn't even remember what it was from before he had moved seats. He even had to discreetly wipe his sweaty palms on his pant legs, shamefully.
Moments like these usually weren't so dragged out like this with his old friends —unless they were the few malicious types— so when BJ sat forward, looking directly at his anxious friend, it left only sparks of relief to get this over with.
With his signature cheeky smirk and his head resting on his fists, BJ snarked, "What's got your panties in a twist?"
Kareshi's mind basically lagged, not expecting a question, much less one like that.
"Eh?"
"You were still as a statue and you're radiating discomfort. You scared of me or sumn'?"
Peacock slowly shook his head, tilting it a bit. Looking over his undead friend, he finally responds.
"…I just thought…" The angel dragged out the silence, confused on where to go from here. BJ had raised his eyebrow in response, waiting for Kareshi to finish. All the while, said Boyfriend's brain was still rebooting at the fact nothing bad is probably gonna happen.
At some point while calming himself, an idea popped up in his mind. Weird timing but it felt fitting for it to be BJ, them both having wings and all.
"Ne… Can I ask a small favor?" BJ looks back towards Peacock, sitting back on the couch. Sure, there wasn't a verbal response, but the attention was all that was needed; neither were super talkative anyways.
"Can I try touching you with my wing?"
His face scrunches before smoothing out a bit, eyebrows still furrowed while thinking. "… huh?" Snorting, Peacock spread his left wing out in show. They both sat there in a moment of silence before BJ finally sucked air through his teeth and huffed it back out. "Yea okay sure."
The younger brought his wing close to his back, "You don't have to if you don't wanna." He'd really hate to force BJ to do this for him.
BJ jerkily shakes his head before the other could overthink for even longer. "No, it's fine. It's just your wings, I can help out a friend."
The two sat in silence once more; this was starting to becoming crazy how awkward the taller was just realizing about himself.
To release their anxiety, the boys shifted around in their seats. Hesitantly, Peacock let his wing reach out to BJ. The two stiffen at the feather-light touch. BJ relaxed a little, still cringing though, and Peacock continued his uncomfortable trek.
The went on for so long while they waited for the others; unless it only felt drawn out from the whole of the embarassing situation. Whatever the case, Kareshi was grateful for the shorter's help.
BFs in this one-shot: Adonis (SG!BF, Telamon's), Yourself (YS)
There wasn’t a lot of time that YS had with the space giant. In reality there were only enough times that he could count them on a single hand. It wasn’t really Adonis’ fault though. Being so large off base, shrinking down as much as he can just to get some company. If YS ever thought his height caused issues, he really had to shut up around Adonis. He felt bad for him.
He felt worse that the circumstances that they were hanging out under were so grim.
Adonis had managed to sneak up on him despite his size. But YS hadn’t really been paying all that much attention. He was too far from home, out in some field way off the side of the road. Laying flat on his back and staring up at the sky that held no stars, until it did. Which hadn’t made any sense until the stars moved. Right. It was actively snowing, and YS really shouldn’t be out there. But he was, and he wasn’t alone.
Maybe later when he stopped being so numb, he could warm himself with the appreciation he would feel. But YS also didn’t really know how to talk to the space giant, so while Adonis had stood towering over him, he beckoned without words to come closer and join him. The big guy was acting like an umbrella for him, but that didn’t seem fair. So instead, they sat staring at the sky together, snowflakes slowly covering them.
Huh. Did the snowflakes melt on Adonis’ skin, or did he have the same problem? Cold-blooded or something like that? Maybe he should ask. He barely knew anything about the other, and that was failing to sit right with him. He should do more.
“Didn’t really expect any company tonight, you know. I didn’t think anyone would find me, heh… I shouldn’t be out here.” YS says, shivering a little with the bite of the winter cold. “I haven’t seen you around in a while. I’m not really sure how to even contact you. You’re usually, up there, yeah? I wonder what that’s like…”
The giant’s head was tilted slightly in YS’s direction. Listening, keeping an eye. It was nice. Despite his inability to speak, it felt like there was still a two-way conversation happening.
“Space is so empty. I know. It’s a type of cold I have never experienced before, and I don’t think I ever will. If I tried, I would die in a heartbeat. But it’s still tempting. I have a problem with temptation and cold together. The cold will kill me eventually. Even being out here right now is a detriment to my health, but…it’s tempting. And I wish I could ask you about what it’s like up there. I don’t want to make it sound like I’m fully glorifying it. I know what that kind of place is like. Beautiful but hauntingly lonely.”
The closest YS would ever get to that was mirror space. Not quite the stars, but a seemingly never-ending dimension that anyone without skill could get lost in. Empty. Even less to look at. Space at least had stars, nebulas, heavenly bodies every so often and still visible from so far away. Mirror space had nothing in reality.
“If I remember right, you came to be in the Milky Way close to our solar system. Well, close to the solar system in your world. Made you able to come to Earth and see other things alive. But I know it must have been lonely on the journey to get there. I don’t doubt that light years are still insane distances to travel. I can’t fathom it. So much… nothing, for so long, so many periods of time. The idea of being alone in the universe has a morbid temptation in my head, but I think I would go insane. But you managed to survive it. I really do admire you for that. But I also wish that you hadn’t had to even go through it. You never deserved to be alone like that.”
YS looked over and made eye contact with the giant. Huh. Honestly, really and truly, if he had any sense in his brain he’d realize what he was looking at was a universal beauty. Like… skin made of stars, something he’d never met before. And he was supposed to believe Adonis was another version of him? This group of shitheads? How did any of them roll being born as something so breath-taking?
“I don’t suppose anyone’s told you that you’re basically a wonder of the world. Like. I didn’t know space giants could even exist. It’s so strange, because it’s not something I’ve experienced, but for you it’s second nature. Because it’s you. I never experienced meeting beings like you before. All because I decided to fuck around and slip through that damn mirror. A space giant, a dinosaur alien, other angels, a cyborg, a dragon, a grim reaper? I didn’t think any of those things actually existed. Sounds like made up shit. But you’re real and it’s really awesome. I don’t have a better way to say it without sounding like a mortifying sap.”
YS still cringed a little, looking back up to the sky. What the hell was he even talking about? Just rambling to Adonis about random shit. The giant didn’t ask for him to yap his ear off. Though really he didn't know why Adonis went looking for him anyway. There was no way he just found him for no reason. He had to have been looking.
“I’m not really used to people wanting to spend time with me. Despite people visiting me often now. It never gets any less surprising. We haven’t interacted much at all. I hope it hasn’t seemed like I didn’t care, I’m just… I have issues. And I’m not confident in my ability to be good company. Company you deserve, to put it better. I think it’s obvious what little positives I think about myself. I want everyone around me to get what they deserve, which is good things. I’m not that. But, I can try? If it’s what you want. I think it’s what you want. You had to have come out here to find me, so I have to assume…”
It was then that YS remembered what day it was. Well, it might be the next day by now- he wasn’t sure. Being out here with the night snow did little to tell him the actual time. He didn’t feel like fishing his phone out and ruining the atmosphere either.
“It’s Christmas Eve. Huh. Do you…? Do you even celebrate that? Do you celebrate anything? It sucks you can’t talk, but it’s not your fault. You have to have so much that you’d be able to share. I think you’re learning ASL? I’m not really all that good at understanding it. I should learn… Hey, maybe we could learn together. It would be something that we could do together so we could hang out more.”
YS tilted his head to the side to look at Adonis again, noting with a small smile that his expression seemed to really brighten up at the idea. Such a gentle being. It really was a shame they had such little time together before now.
“I shouldn’t be out here for much longer… I don’t think I can feel my fingers.” YS joked, but he was being serious. Adonis looked at him with concern. Yeah, he kinda deserved that. “We can stay for a bit more. I don’t want to leave you alone again so soon, and I’d hate to make you squeeze yourself in between the buildings where I live. It’s not very space giant friendly. But for now…”
YS paused, making a face before deciding to ask. “Would you mind if… hmm. I guess I can’t really hug you very well. It would be like an ant trying to wrap its arms around an elephant. God, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… would you mind picking me up?”
Despite the embarrassing request, Adonis was overjoyed to do so. Carefully scooping YS up in a single hand, sitting up himself while bringing the angel up close to his chest. He looked expectant, and hell, it was Christmas. YS couldn’t leave the big guy hanging. He rolled his eyes, cracking a small, amused smile.
“Ah, come here man. Thank you for spending time with me. Two lonely bastards out in the snow. Turning into popsicles.” YS joked, leaning against Adonis and giving him a pathetic attempt of a hug. Was all he could really do. Shapeshifting at this temperature was likely a bad idea. But soon, YS felt the giant’s other hand cover his back in a gentle return of his attempt at affection. It was nice. Was he feeling a little warmer, or was he just getting numb to the cold now? YS wasn’t sure. But he wanted to stay like that a little longer.
“Sorry. I’m really cold. I might not even be able to fly myself home anymore. Ah… I’m stupid.” YS admitted sheepishly after another minute. He was sure Adonis could feel his shaking now.
Adonis, still gentle, gave him a look. A look that was akin to a scolding mother, really. Then the giant stood up, and began walking with YS still in his hands. The angel wanted to protest, but really this was the better outcome. He was being taken home, and he got a bit more time with Adonis that he wouldn’t have if he went flying home himself. Okay. He could more than live with this.
So YS sat in Adonis’ palm, getting as cozy as he could with the biting air as the pair traveled towards the glowing city lights together.
Finally! It has a ref. No info doc for him yet, despite being around for a good while now, but I'll put some more notes below the cut. :D
(Apologies in advance: there's a lot below here LOL)
Colors can be flexible (ie; if the eyestraining palette is too uncomfortable to work in, I'm fine with his colors being edited/ him being given easier colors), though these are his "canon" colors. Everyone's just fuckoff bright in his world.
Hair in natural form is more flow-y/ floaty. Soft-looking. Hair in disguised form is more sharp. This is intentional. Ahoge also isn't there in his disguised form.
Expanding on the low empathy note:
He can often be/ come off as rude for this, but he does not act intentionally malicious towards anyone. Unless he has decided he doesn't care about showing them kindness, but in general he's not trying to make unnecessary enemies. He still cares for people, especially the few he considers close, his actions are just through logic instead of empathy.
Wording here subject to change because it's been a minute since I looked up what I needed irt understanding low empathy mindsets, but I hope the general intention with how his low empathy affects how he interacts is clear.
The scar on his wing is the result of a gunshot wound that never healed properly, resulting in chronic pain. The whole patch of skin visible wouldn't actually be the scar, but is the result of plucking/ overgrooming because of the pain.
Despite angels having stronger healing abilities than humans (ie; being able to heal faster and more completely from more serious wounds), at the time of Beau's injury he used magic to heal someone else, pulling from any energy he'd have to heal himself. This is part of why his wing injury didn't heal right. Other factors may be nerve damage or the bullet never having made it out, though I have nothing set for that yet.
Full info about his disguising stuff:
Because of the aforementioned chronic pain with his wing, and how wyd! and cn! AU disguising works (it having a physical impact that becomes more noticeable the longer stuff is hidden), he is unable to be disguised for very long. Where demons/ angels without similar physical issues can go disguised for about the whole day, and even a little longer even if they may be pushing it, without causing strain on themselves, Beau's injured wing cannot be hidden for very long before aggravating his pain. 2-4 hours straight is about his limit, and he needs significant rest in between as to not hurt himself/ worsen his permanent injury.
He usually disguises for in-person performances, dates, or quick trips (like to a nearby store). Because of his limits, though, these all have to be quick and he often has to consider alternate routes where he wont be seen if he might hit his physical limit. Most of his time is spent in his apartment as a result (which he would be anyway for working on music), and he often prefers types of performances where he doesn't have to be seen.
Okay with being visibly an angel around people he considers close/ safe, but anyone else and he is extremely uncomfortable and/ or immediately disguises.
Default form when drawing should be his angel form, though context can necessitate his human form being drawn. Human form can be drawn just for fun but its way less preferred. ^_^
The Man I Swore To Be coming out was genuinely the worst thing to happen for RGBFVerse enjoyers because it's set off a chain of events in my mind for the way this AU will progress because sometime in the future Herself being in Yourself's microphone won't be a thing anymore. I can't imagine that she'd be able to stay there for the rest of YS's life. Without a real body to go back to I imagine her soul is slowly fading away over time. In RGBFVerse she's already been in that microphone for a year. Slowly losing the strength to persist. Trying to hold on for as long as she can because she's worried about her love and wants to be around for long enough to see him start to move on at least. But he never has. He has the other BFs but he hasn't once stopped trying to find a way to save her and she doesn't have much time left.
I don't think I ever really planned for there to be a way to save her in the AU. To be honest. But I don't want her to be relegated to a microphone for the rest of forever and I think she deserves to move on. Her time ended a year ago. YS will still continue to not accept this but he can't do anything about it.
Without her there he'll have to either learn a way to use the mirrorwalking spell himself or he'll end up trapped back in his own world forever again and everyone else has to visit him. He can't go visiting them himself anymore.
Buttttt this is kinda really sad to think about and I'm not the sole participant of RGBFV so I'm not gonna sit here going like "YEAH THIS HAPPENED NOW BTW" Everyone will get a say about this idea on if/when it happens I think that's fair
