#beanpuff char[]

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Shame that his life was a series of almosts and maybes, and it continued to be even now.

[id: two pencil drawings depicting the characters Efrem/Faraday and Ezekiel

The first image shows two almost identical twin boys wearing matching dress-like clothes with a ribbon at the neck and simple shoes. Their hair is parted to their right for both of them. The boy on our right, Ezekiel, is slightly in front, stepping forward with his right foot and his left hand outstretched in front of him. He has small nubby wings. He is leading the boy on our left, who runs slightly behind him. The boy in the back, Efrem, does not have wings, and he steps forward with his left foot, his right hand is behind him, and his left hand is in front as he is being led. Both boys are smiling.

The second image shows the same boys, but now as adults. The man on our right is an angel, with feathery wings and a halo. His hair is slightly longer in the front, but still parted to his right. He wears a one-shoulder tunic with a belt at his waist, a cape over his left shoulder, and a choker with a cross on it. He has a band on his upper right arm that connects to a bracelet on his wrist. His hands are clasped, and he wears a neutral expression looking to his right. The man on our left has shorter hair parted to his left. He wears a button down shirt with a tie and a sweater, as well as slacks with a belt. He has a worried expression and rectangular glasses, and he looks to his left with a worried expression. In his right hand, he holds a book, with his left hand down by his side.]

#beanpuff char[] #efrem and ezekiel content #angel ocs

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More!!!

#beanpuff char[] #my art #original art #my ocs #ocs #original character #cute #original characters #faraday #inktober 2018 #inktober

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Tag Yourself: Glowing Eyes Aesthetic Edition

Dorian: silk robes, chunky rings, ornate plush armchairs and sofas, boxes of dark chocolate, dry red wine, golden hour sunlight

Viola: leather-bound journals, sleepless nights, graphite notes in the margins, circle glasses, messy hair, knit scarves, lantern light, stormy rain

Basil: pages filled with scribbles, soft hair, bright sunlight, peaceful silence, gilded frames, open spaces, wooden floors, pastel colors, the smell of pinewood

Elizabeth: pin curls, velvet gowns, soft lips, sweet smiles, lace trim, fields full of daisies, Earl Grey, old poetry books

#writeblr #aesthetics #dorian gray #victor frankenstein #viola frankenstein #basil hallward #elizabeth lavenza #beanpuff char[] #yes this is a frankenstein / dorian gray retelling don't at me

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Uriel preparing breakfast

For Ezekiel:

And for Efrem:

#reevie rambles #beanpuff char[] #efrem and ezekiel content #uriel

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STORY MASTERLIST

A (not so) comprehensive list of all the things I write about, all of which are subject to change at any given time because I do a lot of refactoring!

LOOOOONG POST INCOMING I write... a LOT, and I have... MANY projects :) Feel free to ask me about any of them! :)

With love <3 Continue reading below the cutoff if you want to know the basic rundown of my worlds and works!

ANGELVERSE:

This universe encompasses all of the angels and demons I like to focus on. Works in the angelverse will likely be about Faraday (formerly known as Efrem), a demon lieutenant, Ezekiel, a young angel, the archangel Uriel, or angel Raguel / angel Sophia (their stories are intertwined).

The main concept I have on Angelverse surrounds Faraday, who has grown into himself as a demon and made something of himself. He finds it impossible to shake who he was before. The question comes up during an important meeting between Heaven and Hell of whether he is truly Faraday or Efrem, his own self that he has shakily become, or the self he inherited from being his father’s son. There’s also brotherly angst between Faraday and Ezekiel, who refuses to let go of the past. (If you look at my old works tagged ‘ezekiel,’ you’ll see Ezekiel used to be a part of Faraday/his ‘ideal’ self, which is why new Ezekiel, separate from Faraday, reads so differently.)

The Raguel and Sophia stories are also closely linked to characters Andromeda and possibly Zachariah. Andromeda’s father runs a cult and has captured an angel in his attic. When Andromeda finds the angel (Sophia), her otherwise “normal” life is thrown into disarray as she starts unraveling threads about her father’s actions as a cult leader. If Zachariah is to be a part of it, he would be living with Andromeda’s family, having run away from his past.

Prominent characters in Angelverse include: Faraday, Uriel, Ezekiel, Stena, Michael, Ramiel, Raguel, Sophia, Zachariah, Ambriel, Ruhiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Luci, Bee, Sasha, Saoirse, and Heather. With the exception of Sophia, all names ending with “el” are angels, while the rest are demons. Also, I say prominent, but like half of these characters are from a bygone era (2018 when I first created them).

TW/CW for heavy religious (Christian) imagery, emotional abuse, violence, transphobia mentions and cult talk. Additional content warning because I tend to write angels as LGBT, but I recognize that some people are not comfortable with this affiliation with Christianity.

LUXTRURA (NOTE: LUXTRURA IS ON PERMANENT HIATUS):

Luxtrura is the name of a fictional country in ye olde European fantasy style, and I haven’t thought of a title for the WIP yet, so I mainly tag it ‘luxtrura’ or ‘luxtruran trio.’ This WIP is a fantasy / dystopian / political intrigue about an uprising in the kingdom of Luxtrura run by an inexperienced king and corrupt nobles all vying for the crown.

Luxtrura (at the current moment) follows the life of His Majesty Devron Fharren, the Eighth Fharren King, who inherited the crown by kingdom decrees at the age of 21. Unlike most kings, Devron has only had seven years of proper royal tutelage on statecraft, having only been named heir to the throne when he was 14. He soon finds he has inherited a kingdom that has been deeply wounded, that his people hate him, and that he has few allies among his own country’s nobles, his friends, and neighboring royalty. Revolution is brewing, and he has a choice to make: to claim his birthright or to help his people.

Prominent characters include: Devron Fharren, Eden Barison, Mili Starr, Plumeria Rwalke, Lilia Tao, Rassaya Tao, Andrea (a mysterious stranger who gives only her first name), Jakob Fiyre, Cordelia Fiyre, Liseline Fiyre, Sonja, and Orange and Rouse (the dragons).

TW/CW for violence, sexual assault mentions, transphobia mentions, political talk, blatant classism, and death.

GLOWING EYES:

A “what-if” scenario where Victor Frankenstein and Dorian Gray had met and become friends and also Frankenstein wasn’t a man and was named Viola and was not a pleb weakling like Victor. Also Dorian Gray is fat because I said so.

This story reimagines the Frankenstein and Dorian Gray cast as students in their final year of the prestigious University of Ingolstadt, with Frankenstein having returned from a year off during which she was suspended for [redacted] reasons. The vibe we’re going for is dark academia, but I don’t think they ever actually do any learning?

Prominent characters include: Viola Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, Elizabeth Lavenza, Henry Clerval, Basil Hallward, Deukalion, and special shoutout to Justine Moritz and Sibyl Vane because I didn’t want to put them in, but they definitely deserved better in the source material.

TW/CW for death, violence, toxic/obsessive relationships, grave-robbing, body part mentions (eyes, limbs, etc), and mentions of the Devil. Basically, if it was a concerning part of either the Frankenstein or Dorian Gray stories, it will still be concerning.

Fun fact, there is a Glowing Eyes playlist that I am NOT too ashamed to share with the public! :D

HELEN OF LEGEND:

A retelling of the Helen of Sparta story that explores Helen’s thoughts and motivations. Who was the woman behind the face that launched a thousand ships? And did she ever even want those ships to be launched? (Spoiler alert: the answer is no.)

Helen of Legend gets pretty heavy handed because I get really mad about people lauding the Greeks as the end all be all of culture, and I’m still really mad about how people dress Millie Bobby Brown up like she’s 25-40, so make of that what you will.

On the bright side, Helen of Legend is a sapphic retelling!

Prominent characters include: Helen, Leda, Menelaus, Clytemnestra, Penelope, Theseus, Aphrodite, Paris, Cassandra, Hector, and Hecuba.

TW/CW for misogyny, implied past sexual assault, sexual assault mentions, mentions of spousal and emotional abuse, people being generally creepy about bodies, people being creepy toward children (Theseus), cities burning, subtle classism, and death.

OF DANCERS AND DREAMERS:

A musical about Anne-Marie, a non-binary Vietnamese lesbian born into a wealthy family, and Jules, a Tunisian baker’s daughter who is working her way into the Paris ballet. Anne-Marie wants to be a designer, but their mother, Mme Trinh, has other plans. The year is 1884, and it was hard for the Trinh family, as immigrants, to establish their foothold in society, and Mme Trinh will not have her child throw away the family’s hard work. One day, while at the ballet, Anne-Marie becomes smitten with Jules, a ballerina with the most dazzling smile. They find solace in sharing their passions with one another and become friends, each eventually realizing they have fallen for the other in a time that is unfriendly to both of them.

Prominent characters include: Anne-Marie, Jules, Victor, Mme Trinh, and Amandine.

TW/CW for subtle homophobia, classism, mental illness, and parental guilt tripping/emotional toxicity.

THE LYRE EFFECT:

A play about life after death, and what it means to live and love. This play follows Patroclus upon his death, desperate to return to Achilles. He meets the reluctant Eurydice, embittered by decades alone in limbo halfway between life and death. Together, they almost throw someone off a boat (is it really murder if they’re already dead?) and have a chance to tell their stories, stepping out from the shadows of their more famous lovers.

I took a lot of liberties with this, so Orpheus is a woman (wlw OrphEurydice), and I would like for both Achilles and Patroclus to be played by trans men, and for all of the characters to be played by non-white actors.

Prominent characters include: Patroclus, Eurydice, Achilles, Orpheus, Apollo, Hades, Charon

TW/CW for talk about death

SPEED ROUND (OR: THINGS I WRITE ABOUT THAT AREN’T AS AMBITIOUS JUST YET/AT THE CURRENT MOMENT):

Here Lies Forever - a story focusing around two young people, Medb Flaherty and Virgil Sutherland, growing up at an orphanage amid war, abandonment, and sickness. Medb is a blind writer who dreams of traveling the world with Virgil, her best friend since their teen years, but when the war strikes too close to home, Virgil leaves Medb and their peaceful student life behind to join the army. Unwilling to let go, and recognizing the pain Virgil is in, Medb takes it upon herself to save Virgil, the both of them haunted by the ghosts of their pasts.

On the Corner of Maple Street - short stories about the lives of Sarah and Evangeline together, two lesbian women who met when Sarah was 28 and Evangeline was 31. Sarah was a toy maker and Evangeline was an actress. They have a son named Oliver, who’s now in his forties, and they’re grandmas to all the neighborhood children. They live on the corner of Maple Street :)

Partager Un Reve - short stories, often romantic, about two circus performers, Alyona Ledbedeva (who does aerial silks) and Li Mey Ri (an acrobat). They’re cute together, there’s not really much to say here.

Claire  - there’s a really old novelette floating around on my account and you can find it if you search Claire, but like it’s OLD. An 18th century French lady who contracted TB and died but was brought back by a necromancer named Cecil (Cecil is the character of my friend @sinnabon-cosplay !) and is now immortal. Fun times with Claire and Anthony usually involve lamenting the fact that they’re stuck as teenagers.

Miscellaneous - miscellaneous demon and monster characters like Alexander, Felicity (both vampires), Sparrow (succubus/Heather’s youngest sister), Zephyr (fae, husband of Spar), Lycan (she’s... a werewolf), and so on. Not really connected to a plot

Performing Possumhood - uh this was a play I wrote with my friend @holdingonmyheartlikeahandgrenade for a 24 hour play festival, it’s about a guy named Thomas who becomes herald for a kingdom and then on his first day of work, the king dies, and his son becomes king, except the new king??? is a possum???? and like no one does anything about it, so Thomas just feels like he’s going insane, poor guy (also everyone else is named Thomas except the king, whose name is His Majesty King Parthur Pencildragon of Alpacalot)

Nordic questing team - I’ve literally written nothing for these fools, but I’m tempted to make it into a dnd campaign! The characters I have are Val (short for Valnotte) (she’s a nokke), Hanne (human poison seller who wears an eyepatch just because), Fur (short for Bjorgolfur, he’s a werewolf who left his pack because he was too good at being alpha wolf but he didn’t want to be alpha, he wanted to press flowers and have a cute little cottage by a cliffside with a pretty garden damn it), and Bo (full name: Boscobel Blue, he’s a cow boy. Literally. He has cow ears and a big septum piercing and a tail. Also he’s a shepherd. His sheep are carnivorous :))) Make of that what you will)

Alice x Secret Garden - another play but where Alice Liddell and Mary Lennox are 18 years old and find themselves in Wonderland, after Mary is jaded from the end of WW1 and is frustrated at her friend Dickon’s marriage proposal, and Alice runs away, trying to retain her childhood as best she can

Retellings - I do myth and fairy tale and folk retellings! :) You can search ‘Tithonia’ for my sleeping beauty retelling, and I wrote Orpheus and Eurydice a while back. Still working my way through Icarus :’) Also ‘Mermaids Can’t See’ is a retelling of the classic mermaid story but written as a ??? field guide? journal entry? notes about mermaids?

If there’s a work you want specifically about a character, I always tag characters, and I also will tag character introductions and pictures/references of them as “beanpuff char[]”!

#writeblr #reevie rambles #masterlist #wip masterlist #beanpuff char[]

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A lil Dorian sketch

#sketch #dorian #my art #dorian gray #beanpuff char[] #glowing eyes

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“Look what I brought,” I remember saying, the first time I brought home peaches. Efrem took one gingerly, like he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t explode. He fumbled with it, ultimately dropping it before picking it back up sheepishly.

“It’s… hairy.”

“It’s a peach. Do you like it?” And he would look at me with those eyes that always seemed to have dark circles underneath.

“I like everything you bring me, ‘Zekiel,” he used to say. I don’t know why, either, he would always mumble my name, dropping the first letter like he did. Efrem’s voice suited him: quiet and unconfident and a little bit clumsy, like the words just tumbled out, pushed down by someone else.

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Some Efrem and Ezekiel doodles because I miss the twins. Ezekiel is RIPPED and I need everyone to know that.

#my art #writeblr #efrem #ezekiel #dies irae crew #beanpuff char[]

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[INTRODUCTION] Viola and Dorian

Dorian tapped his fingers against his upper arm, frowning. No, not frowning, exactly, because frowning caused wrinkles, and Dorian was twenty-two and could most definitely not afford to get wrinkles already.

He massaged his brow, pouting - yes! pouting! Pouting was good. It wasn't frowning, but still expressed displeasure, with the added bonus that he was devilishly cute when he pouted - and sighed, rather louder than he had to.

It was no good. The person in the chair did not stir.

His chair, Dorian thought, crossing his arms once more. This particular armchair was the plushest one in the common room, with a high back and ornate arms on which Dorian loved to drum his fingers. It also happened to have a view of the entire library below, which he could watch for hours, lounging in his chair.

He felt like a king watching his kingdom sometimes, although recently, he had grown increasingly frustrated. There was a sort of monotony that came from reigning. Though the people in the library changed from day to day, and Dorian never got to know any of them, still, every day was the same: Dorian, upon his throne, watching.

And waiting. Waiting for something to happen because Dorian was extraordinarily beautiful, and fun and interesting things always happened to extraordinarily beautiful people. He just wanted some change in his life, something different to happen.

But why, oh why did the something different have to be someone sitting in his favorite chair and refusing to leave?

The person who had so cruelly stolen his chair was asleep, and, in Dorian's humble but qualified opinion, rather ugly. Their thick, black hair was unbrushed, and their shirt was buttoned incorrectly, their open collar exposing their ashen neck and revealing a small, circular locket. A thick, leatherbound journal rested on their lap. Big, round glasses sat askew, sliding down their nose. Their skin was gaunt, with dark circles under their eyes and pale, cracked lips.

Horrified, Dorian stepped back. Could he have found a corpse? Certainly, the body in the chair was dead looking, and obviously not waking up despite Dorian's best attempts to peacefully regain his spot. And if so, what was a dead person doing in his chair? Was someone trying to frame him?

He shivered. He would have to come clean. The police couldn't arrest him, not when he hadn't done anything. He had never touched the body, but what if they found his hair on the chair? That wouldn't be unusual given how often he sat there, but was it enough evidence to link him to the crime?

Calm down, Dorian, he advised himself. They can't possibly pin this on you. You've never even met this person. Just pretend this never happened. Let the next poor schmuck handle it.

He was about to walk away, lamenting the tragic and utterly unfair eternal loss of his favorite seat in the common room, when the person's eyes opened.

They were creepy eyes, feverish and ocher in color.

Dorian, admittedly shamefully, screamed.

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Viola didn't remember falling asleep in the common room.

Viola often didn't remember what day it was, either. The days and nights seemed to bleed into each other. Sleep came suddenly nowadays, stealing in from behind and assaulting her, though she evaded him often.

She blinked.

There was an angel watching her, a fair-haired cherub with a rosy blush and pink lips. Even the scowl on their face was beautiful, showing off their perfect white teeth and sweet lips. Their pert nose was turned up at her.

The angel's eyes were blue like the clearest waters in a lake in the mountains. Viola had never seen such beauty.

"Give me your eyes," she said.

"Excuse me?" the angel squawked. Viola winced - not an angel. She rubbed her eyes, squinting at the person as she adjusted her glasses. She knew this man.

"Dorian, was it?" she asked. The man - Dorian - nodded, smoothing out his vest. Viola shrugged. "You have such beautiful eyes. Give them to me."

"Is this some metaphor for-"

"Oh, I don't care about all that soulful stuff," Viola waved him off. "I mean your eyes are truly beautiful. Aesthetically pleasing." It was true. He had hypnotizing eyes, eyes bright like the summer days back home when she, Elizabeth, and Henry would study together in the pasture, laughing with each other. Eyes made of yearning and memories and purity and an underlying guilt somehow.

"I want them," Viola finished softly. 

Offended, Dorian scoffed. "What could you even do with my eyes? That's so creepy!"

He shook his head and stamped his foot. The flashing of the many clunky rings on his pudgy fingers made Viola blink as Dorian crossed his arms and huffed. "You cannot have my eyes! I need them!"

Shrugging, Viola replied, "You won't once you're dead."

"Once I'm what-"

"Dead," Viola answered, and this time, she stood up from the chair. Dorian took a half step backward.

If he had pressed, she might have told him her plans.

The university had not been kind the last time Viola shared her plan, but if Dorian had asked, had shown genuine interest, Viola might have told him. She supposed it didn't matter. Once he died, Viola could just take the eyes, but who knew when that might be? It felt right to inform him while he was living, though the dead wanted for nothing - why mourn them?

And if they could still provide for the living - if Viola's grand plans succeeded, if the secret she was just on the brink of discovering revealed itself to her - well, she supposed she would contend with their anger then, though she thought they would thank her, really. She was going to save the world. Save mankind. She was sure of it.

Dorian took a second, then recoiled. "I don't even know you! Wh- you! Why would - " he sputtered.

Viola stuck out her hand for him to shake. He stared at her in horror.

"Viola Frankenstein."

--- Dorian wasn't sure what compelled him to shake Viola's hand. He knew he was extremely and incredibly beautiful, and that, sometimes, that might put him in danger, but this was not what he had in mind at all. Female admirers chasing him, perhaps, though he spurned all their advances. Male admirers who wanted him, or men who were angry their lovers rejected them to pursue Dorian, maybe.

Not an insane person demanding his eyes.

But there was something earnest about Viola. It was obvious they weren't interested at all in Dorian himself, just in his eyes.

"You won't kill me yourself?" the words escaped Dorian's lips before he could stop them.

"I promise you I'll wait until you die naturally. You have my word." Viola Frankenstein vowed flatly.

This was the stupidest thing Dorian had ever done. Really, the stupidest, he thought. Viola Frankenstein looked like a ghost and wanted to steal his eyes and already stole his chair in the common room, why did he trust them?

But he didn't really trust them, did he? Viola Frankenstein was unexpected, different, interesting.

And Dorian was utterly bored at this school, he realized. He was in dire need of something interesting, and Viola's pursuit of the beautiful - well, Dorian couldn't deny such a noble cause so dear to him, could he?

Tentatively, he shook their hand. It was cold, but firm, like a dead person's claw wrapped around his palm. He shivered.

"Dorian Gray."

#victor frankenstein #dorian gray #frankenstein #the picture of dorian gray #writeblr #original writing #original story #my writing #beanpuff char[] #reevie writes #vbp_writes #just some new OCs who plagued me in my classes until I was forced to flesh them out #retelling

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They used to be identical though (also Faraday is in ceremonial dress because he normally just wears a sweater and that looks lame compared to Ezekiel)

#original characters #angels #angel ocs #faraday #efrem #ezekiel #beanpuff char[]

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[INTRODUCTION] Della and Icaria

“How can you promise things like that?”

Della stopped at the bellows, turning to look quizzically at Icaria. Her warm eyes flooded with concern.

“Your, ah, metal - ?” Icaria tried to warn her, but Della waved her worries off.

“Sweet Icaria,” she said, taking Icaria’s hand in hers. Her palms were warm, always so warm. Icaria winced, thinking how cold her fingers must have seemed against Della’s.

“I know things like that,” Della continued, brushing a strand of Icaria’s hair behind her ear.

Della’s touch was like that, wasn’t it? She was so good at everything, magic tingling in every square inch of her skin, from her electric brown eyes to the tips of her plump finger pads that now caressed Icaria. She wasn’t just an alchemist; she could transform how someone saw themself.

Icaria never could tell how Della did it. “Your entire line of work deals with change,” Icaria reminded her.

Della laughed, smooth and rich as the liquid gold she had been creating. “Don’t you know, sweetheart?” She beamed. Icaria could see herself in her eyes: sweet, adoring, blushing. She didn’t know this woman, but surely, it could not have been her.

“Alchemists know best that some things are forever constant.” Della intertwined her fingers with Icaria’s. Her palms were rough, but the backs were silken, dark as the rich earth against Icaria’s gaunt, spindly, incompetent hands.

Shame she wasn’t a necromancer, with ugly hands like these.

Della squeezed Icaria’s hand gently. “Forever. I promise.”

She sounded so sincere that even the most skeptical of Icaria’s thoughts were swayed.

“Forever,” Icaria repeated.

#writeblr #fantasy #witches #wlw ocs #lgbt ocs #wlw witches #beanpuff char[] #icaria moon #della lavoix #original story #original writing #vbp_writes #reevie writes #did I bang this out instead of working on a lab report? yeah #I'm hashtag treating myself #anyway yeah here are some witches

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Are efrem and zekiel nephlims? I noticed that the father is an angel but there were no mentions as to what their mother was, and that neither of the brothers belong to heaven or hell, so that’s why I’m asking.

Thank you so much for reading and for your question! Really op, your question made my day, I’ve been grinning like a fool since this morning!

Efrem and Ezekiel aren’t technically nephilim because their mother isn’t human. She’s a lovely demon woman (her name is Stena) who had a brief fling with the archangel Uriel in the fall of 1307, and, well, you know the rest. The line about not belonging to heaven or hell is because Ef and ‘Zekiel have both celestial and infernal blood, but it was pretty evenly split between them, where Ezekiel’s nature leans more toward the celestial, and Ef’s FAR more toward the infernal, so while technically Ezekiel “belongs” in Heaven, Efrem would be an outcast.

I had this lore about angels not being able to sire children, with the exception of Uriel due to his past ahh specialty, which makes Efrem and Ezekiel a special case, but it’s not something that Uriel would have discussed with his kids, so it’s not something that Ezekiel ever brings up.

I do have a character who’s a nephil, a little half brother of Ef and ‘Zekiel, but I’m not sure if I will ever do anything with him or whether he’ll be a part of Raguel’s story instead. (His name is Zachariah!)

Apologies for rambling, and thank you again for the ask!

#anon ask #efrem #ezekiel #uriel #stena #zachariah #raguel #angels #reevie rambles #ask and ye shall receive #beanpuff char[]

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I know I think about Jude in cheongsam a lot, but mmmm Leander in changshan, too... kind of powerful...

#jude #leander #spidercvlt #reevie rambles #beanpuff char[]

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I am obsessed with trying to design Basil, but here’s what we have currently!

#reevie rambles #beanpuff char[] #basil hallward

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Two Viola’s and a Dorian

#beanpuff char[] #viola frankenstein #dorian gray

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No one asked, but Faraday did, in fact, learn a new hand when he left. His notes are immaculate now, he has sharp h’s but curved L’s, but in the past his handwriting was pretty chicken scratch.

#efrem #faraday #beanpuff char[]

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Sometimes, you come home after a couple hundred years, and you remember how absolutely ridiculously extra your father and identical twin brother are

#original characters #angels #angel character #faraday #ezekiel #uriel #efrem and ezekiel content #my art #beanpuff char[]