#speros

[galaxymooart]

oops heres another one

[mrs-steve-harrington]

Was playing Blackout and my bro in law came over to watch a bit. Got a kill and he goes "you just killed Speros!"

"What?!"

"Look at the feed... Is he streaming?!"

So yeah. Totally played a game with Speros and I would never have known if my bro hadn't been watching it with me (unless he happened to notice my username when he got around to watching that stream).

[farwiayas3-blog]

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[cap-the-winged]

Speros Kinseraphani and Sherman Pierre

She leaned forwards and kissed his warmed metal head from where she sat on the kitchen stool. Just a small, but affectionate way of thanking him for his help, even if he was hired to look after her in the first place. But it didn’t feel right to ever think of him as simply a caretaker being paid with the shelter of her parent’s house or a worker only doing his job, no. For as long as Speros could remember, Sherman Pierre had been living under the same roof, eating the same food, and caring for her in the same way that her family did. Whenever she would come to him asking a question he would smile at her genuinely, without a hint of feigned interest, and launch into an enthusiastic explanation. Often his French accent would ooze over and in between his words as he spoke faster and faster until he realized by the look on her face that she could no longer understand him. Then he would slow down and use a more American-sounding voice, which is something that I later found out he was not particularly fond of. The United States of America..had not been kind to him when he had first arrived here, being both a bot and from Europe, and she could understand that his reason for being wary of trying to live the American way of life. It was unfamiliar. Unfriendly upon introduction. But over the years Sherman had dared to take part in some of our traditions: Thanksgiving pies, Gothic literature, and the bright colors often incorporated into everything we did. The last thing she had to admit, she did share other countries’ dislike of the exaggerated colors and needless noise used in almost everything we Americans do. It seemed artificial, and unreal. To Speros, beauty was in the true nature of things: tactfulness, intelligence, determination, resourcefulness, and strength. This may or may not have been instilled in her by Sherman’s attitude towards such extravagant habits and tendency to use such bright colors only when an occasion was truly deserving of it, it was hard to tell. For since the time she had begun to show interest in such worldly things she had conducted that way of train of thought and refused to be swayed from it. But of course with her mother and father being great advocates for American tradition, she soon succumbed to the idea of going completely off her rails whenever a birthday, congratulations, or party was occurring. So as she laid the friendly kiss upon Sherman’s - or as she referred to him since she was an infant, Pop Pop - he looked up at her not in disgust, boredom, or any kind of nonchalance. But he looked her in the eyes with a fondness not unlike a grandparents’ or uncle. Speros returned his glance equally, but with the innocence of a nine year-old child with much knowledge but still a vast amount to learn. Sherman chuckled, and pressed his head to hers in return as his own robotic kiss, and his mechanical smile seemed to grow wider.

[cap-the-winged]

"Autumn Holiday Alone, But Together"

By Cap-the-Winged

**Starring Speros and Nagrio at ages 28 and 29**

Thanksgiving was just around the corner– the family was gathering in the north the enjoy the festivities and early winter weather, good food, and good company. But this year, sadly, the couple could not join them due to the amount of work that still had to be done at work. Nagrio, the husband, was still only halfway through writing the final novel in his series while Speros, the wife, was busy monitoring the environment at her job as an zoologist. Seeing that their crowded schedules might cause them to miss the family gathering this year, they instead made plans to have their own Thanksgiving dinner at home. With just the two of them, it could be fancy. Romantic for the fall holiday without any of their relatives teasing them for holding hands under the table. Just like a dinner date. Excited about the coming of this new plan, Speros got as much work as she could done at work and finished early while Nagrio rushed in his writing, constantly asking her whether or not to use this phrase or that across the room from his desk and red swivel chair. It got a bit stressful, each loading up on the huge amounts of work, getting it done, and starting to buy special groceries for the big dinner. But eventually the day finally came where they both got to a stopping point and could relax. She came home from work early, entering the small house silently so that when she snuck up on him, the tall, Filipino man jumped at her touch and spun around in his chair. Then a small laugh came from her and he relaxed, his eyes crinkling behind his reading glasses in his delight to see her again. She was so close to him. Nagrio pulled her closer in his enamored emotion and kissed her on those full lips. And she happily returned it, closing her eyes while running a hand through his hair. They did this for a while, until her husband’s phone rang. It turns out that his mom was calling to tell them how the trip up north was going and his nephews wanted to say hi to the couple. Though, by saying hello, he meant telling Speros and Nagrio all about the festivities that they were missing and how much fun he was having picking apples from his brother-in-law’s farm. “Leave it to her to have gotten married to a farmer.” He joked in a whisper to Speros, who rolled her gray-blue eyes at him and smiled. “Shhh, leave her and her fruit farmer alone!” She returned and caused him to giggle.

For the rest of the week off that they had until Thanksgiving came, the two went on outings to the park and farmer’s market; visited old libraries and coffee shops filled with the smell of pumpkin spice. The scent made Speros’s stomach rumble, so they each bought a pastry and a drink– iced coffee for him and Fizzie soda for her– and sat down in warm, comfy lounging chairs that made the atmosphere of the shop that much more enticing and relaxing during the cold seasons. The odd couple sat across from each other, absorbed in each other’s company; telling each other jokes and laughing while enjoying the warm light they sat eating their sweets under. God, Nagrio thought, I could listen to her voice for hours…It was certainly better than the jazz music that they had playing in the coffee shop by a long shot! He made a joke about it to his wife, and she laughed out loud, almost choking on her soda. Immediately he was alarmed and asked if she was okay but she only thumped her chest lightly, coughed, and gave him a bright thumbs up, reassuring him that she was alright. Just a little soda down her windpipe– nothing to worry about. “I’m always gonna worry about you Sper.” Nagrio reasoned seriously. Then her heart skipped a beat, causing her to cough one more time. Gracefully though, of course. Then finally, on a clear blue day in the chilled town in which the couple lived in, it was Thanksgiving. Nagrio had thankfully bought the turkey from the grocery store one the day before, right before they had gone out of stock. Early in the morning afterwards, he had snuck out. Speros hadn’t stirred yet from her rest, and he wanted to surprise her later that night when they had their dinner for two. When he came back to their humble abode, warming his hands by rubbing his nimble, brown-skinned fingers against the others, the scent of baking pie airily filled his nose. This made his eyes light up immediately and the writer jogged into the kitchen to find his dear still in her pajamas while sprinkling cinnamon on a large pumpkin pie.

Nagrio stepped up behind her carefully, smirking, and then launched a hug on her which caused her to jump. Cinnamon flew all over the counter. She yelped and grabbed his arms, thinking he might be an intruder before she glared coldly at him. The ice in her gaze quickly melted in relief though, and she smacked her husband lightly on the head. “What the hell Nag?” Speros groaned, though smiling. The American-Filipino writer shrugged sheepishly. Dang it, why did he have to be so handsome? the Caucasian ecologist thought, feeling entitled to give him a kiss where she had slapped him– which she did. “Well, whatever. Where were you when I woke up?” “I got you something for tonight.” His eyes sparkled as her’s widened with curiosity and anticipation, which quickly turned into excitement as he pulled out a necklace from his pocket. “I know you’ve been eying this every time we go to the store, and I thought, maybe you’d like to wear it to dinner..?” “Yes of course, thank you so much! You didn’t need to though, really..” She lifted up her curtain of long, sandy gold hair as Nagrio put the jewel-laden neckpiece around her neck and locked the clasp gently. The metal weight hung lightly and regally on her sternum. Even without the necklace, Speros looked s o beautiful to him. But it seemed right that she should have something that shone with just as much light as her eyes, something that added to the beauty around her and made everything fit in place with her. His wife – God, he didn’t even deserve her – was the center of every room he was in. The first star in the night sky, the shining lake in the middle of every valley, the blue expanse of the atmosphere, the striking flower amongst a plethora of bush, the apple of his eye. He was lost in an embrace with her, each spouse grateful for one another.

[cap-the-winged]

Sketch'n a little bird

[cap-the-winged]

List of My OCs So Far

Speros/-S.Speros Casek Silene Marlene Russtic “Russ” Nagrio Michael Gabriel “Gabe” Bryant Annastastia Cora Rob Archimedes, “Archie”, “The Keeper of Well Being” Eliza, “The Memory Cleaner”, *coughs* “Meme Kitty”

[cap-the-winged]

“A little something that you’ll need to know soon, human.”