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/Splatterlewis!! one of my top favorite Lewis muses. I don’t really do like-- rankings because each interpretation of a character is different and interesting in its own right, but he’s definitely at the top of the list of enjoyable muses i’ve interacted with. I love how he’s written so so much. He’s so conflicted and he struggles with a darkness and hating himself for it and I just adore his struggles and how he’s changed over the years and grown and the person he’d developed into. He feels real and interesting and well-rounded and every time i get to rp or interact with him, like bluescarf I just-- vibrate (internal Arthur also does the brain machine brr noise whenever I see  him on my dash lol)

The mun is also incredibly kind. They are smart, clever, passionate, and have interesting stories and have such detailed worldbuilding it leaves me in awe. I really love listening to them talk about their different muses and talking or rping out thoughts or ideas and I love when we get to do something bigger, especially with others like bluescarf and stuff. it’s clear how much they love and enjoy the muses they make and I love the chance to even for a minute interact with the worlds and characters they build and create. 

The mun is also funny and sweet and cares about their friends. I’m lucky to know them and be able to talk to or even just listen to them and I adore them and am fortunate to call them a friend. it’s also endearing how they get when I do something nice for them, which only incentivizes me lol because there’s nothing like hearing how much someone loves something you did or how much it means and they do an excellent job at that

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Congratulations, DE! You’ve been accepted for the role of SEBASTIAN with an FC change to BRANT DAUGHERTY. Admin Rosey: I always imagined Santino as the softest marhsmallow of them all. But you showed me the iron will of his caring, the protective nature that’s there. In the interview, the voice you gave him provided the perfect amount of hesitance before each answer and the light note of despondance that seems to cover it all. De, you provided a whole other side to Sebastian that makes him infinitely more interesting and infinitely more lovable. I can’t wait for you to bring him to life! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | De

Age | 27

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | About the same as I am right now. Things are gonna get a little hectic in the coming weeks because I have three different techs happening on three different weekends (I know, what the heck De) but It’ll be fine. Because my weekdays are still pretty open.

Timezone | CST

Current/Past RP Accounts | Current: @justtotallystab

In Character

Character | Sebastian (FC Change - Brant Daugherty, please!)

What drew you to this character? |  I mean, I’m always a sucker for sibling relationships, and the one between Valentina and Santino is just G R E A T. They’ve been by each other’s sides since birth, and there is no one more important to Santino than Valentina. She is his sister, his other half. The yang, to his yin, and I’m absolutely in love with that dynamic, and what all could happen between them. Because there could be the chance of them leaving, of Santino finally finding a way to escape the Montague name–but what if Valentina doesn’t want to go? There are so many different things that can be done with him, and I’m really interested to see where he can go–and whether he’ll survive them all.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

1) Love. If there’s one thing that can both bolster a person, and rip them apart, it’s love. Santino has spent so much of his life focused on Valentina’s well-being and survival, he’s never allowed himself to love anyone but her, but I want him to experience that. To lose himself in another person, and find someone else to fight for, besides his twin and himself, and inevitably what the fallout of that love might be. It could be the best thing to ever happen to him–or the worst, and I’d love to explore that. Santino has so much of himself to give, and the Montagues have only ever seen one aspect to him, and that can be used to his advantage, or be his downfall.

2) Labor. I mean, what’s more interesting and exciting than finding that one, final thing, that turns the ever hopeful into the despondent? I’d really love to find that thing that causes Santino to lose all of the hope that he’s carried with him since birth. Nothing has been able to scrape it away from his very marrow, not the death of his parents, or the streets of Verona, not even being the Montagues’ soldier has taken that away from him, and I really want to find it. I want to find what makes that last flicker of hope extinguish in his chest, so that Santino can see what he’s really made of. Will that loss of hope cause him to completely fall apart and lose touch with what makes him him? Or will it cause him to break down the pieces of himself and build it back up into something bigger, and stronger?

3) Loss. Valentina has not only adjusted easily to being a soldier, but she is thriving. Where one part of him is happy for her, glad to see her taken care of and kept safe, there is a part of him that despairs at seeing her lose herself in something he never wanted for her. He’s tried his hardest to keep the darker parts of their life from her, but here she was, in the thick of it, and becoming something to fear. There are times when he’ll look at her, and almost not recognize the other half of himself, and that fear will come back tenfold, shivering down his spine. There are many things that Santino is willing to do to survive in this world, but losing Valentina is not something he think he ever could, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn’t happen. Whether its take on the more dirty missions that might’ve ended in her lap to keep her from the carnage, or simply stick to her side so hard she has no choice but to stay with him. He is willing to do anything and everything to keep his sister by his side, and that just might be the thing that drives the final nail in the coffin and sends her far, far away.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I feel the same as with Boris. If there’s a good reason for it, and it helps move the plot along I’d be relatively okay with it. But I’m not okay with just a random death that I have no say in <3

In Depth

In-Character Interview:

“I know this probably isn’t–” He cuts himself off with a quick snap of a grin that fades easily back into the rather bland, yet affable, expression he typically wears. “Okay, if I tell you, this stays between us, alright?” He leans forward, every inch of him practically thrumming with the intensity that comes from growing up, and surviving, on the streets, but there was none of that in his face. Nothing but that bland look, and the curve of an almost-grin at the corner of his lips to belie the humor underneath. “Twelfth Night, okay?” He waves a hand to keep the interview from speaking, “I know, I know. Really, whatever you’re gonna say is something I’ve probably heard a thousand times, already. ‘What’s a guy like me, doin’ in a place like that?, yeah?.” Santino shrugs away any comment they might’ve made, and lets his head tilt to the side, “I just like looking at the pictures…seeing places I’ll never go, all that history. I just…” He looks away, his voice softer than before, “Like it…”

“Oh, huh…I guess.” Santino frowns for a second as he tilts his head back to survey the ceiling, searching through the hours of the day he’d just had, and simply shrugs. “I make coffee and pastries. That’s about it.” Or, at least, that’s how it appears to anyone that isn’t on either of the Families. The reality starts with Santino’s scarred knuckles, and ends with blood splattered against the curve of his cheek. He’s big, bigger than most, and the Montagues have found the best way to take advantage of that side of him–while disregarding most of the things that he’d found himself to excel at, before that one fateful night signed both of their death warrants. They only saw the scars, and the strength, and the stature, and refused to acknowledge the quiet soul underneath all of that who has a talent for quick wit, and even quicker fingers. He is just as much a weapon as his twin, only…the longer they worked for the Montagues, the less she seemed to be as bothered by it all. Not like him.

Santino is silent, and still, for perhaps the first time the entire conversation, and its only then that the interviewer seems to take notice of how much he moves. Whether its the tap of a finger against the curve of his knee, or the way his eyes never settle on one place for too long, he’s not the quietest they’ve ever seen him. He’s certainly spent a few moments in quiet contemplation, but it’s the first time there’s been such an absence of anything around him, and they can’t help but wonder what changed. For a moment the interviewer believes they’ve gone too far, found the thing that the usually talkative man will refuse to answer, and in some way, they’re right. Between one blink and the next, that stillness is gone, the tapping of his heel against the leg’s chair creates a soft murmur between them, and the interviewer feels like they’ve missed out on something tremendous as he tilts his head to the side with an almost too-soft smile, “What was the question?”

“There’s a lot that’s been asked of me lately that hasn’t been the…easiest.” It was easier when it had been just Valentina and Santino against the world. When all he needed to worry about was keeping her safe, and the two of them fed, he could forgive himself for the things he did to survive. He may like to admit it, but he has done many, many things that would’ve made lesser men cower and scream, but all in the name of keeping Valentina safe and warm and full, but now–now they have shelter, they have security, and they have food. And all Santino has to do for it–is kill. He is a conman at heart. Well-versed in words, and actions, and the quick wit that has kept him alive and moving while his mark left with no idea their pockets were now empty. That’s not to say he hasn’t earned his own fair share of scars, but they are nothing like what he carries no, both on his body, and in his mind. here might’ve been a time where things could’ve been different. Where the twins had grown up with a loving pair of parents, where they could’ve gone on to get an education, and a career that left them with a sense of safety and security, but not anymore. Not when the name Montague hung around his neck like the ever tightening noose simply waiting for him to take the wrong step. “I’ve never really liked cleanup duty.”

“What’s there to think about? I’m a Montague, that’s all that matters.” And yet Santino, at the heart of it all, is a Gallo. He doesn’t want to be a Montague, or a Capulet, or anything else. All he wants is to have a life where he and his sister are happy, and healthy, and free–but that can’t happen anymore. They’re trapped, just as simply as they are ‘saved’. He’s heard stories of people leaving the Montague family, or even the Capulets, but not without great loss–and most aren’t even heard from again. Santino doesn’t want that for Valentina, doesn’t want to risk her being hurt because of something he did, again. So he stays, and he follows orders, and he watches over the two of them, time and time again, forced to watch as Valentina throws herself into the violence like a moth to a flame, while he’s forced to wait and see if she’ll survive, or become another casualty in the long line of soldiers before them.

Extras:

HC: Santino is the older twin, but no one would ever know it. Valentina has always been the one to act ‘older’, to be the protector, at least when they are out in public, and Santino is happy to indulge her. He’s the silent watcher, the protector from the shadows who always makes sure that she is the first one fed, and to bed. Uncaring that he’ll go hungry more often than not to make sure that she stays strong, and healthy and happy. So if she likes to huff, and puff, and play the ‘older sibling’ card, he’s happy to let her, because he knows the truth: That’s he’s been watching over her, since the second she was born.

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Caged (6)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding? Word Count : 1318 A/N: Longest few weeks ever. Sorry Guys!!! I am posting this as a kind of filler... prepare my precious people... ANGST IS COMING!!!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

You woke up grumpy after having practically no sleep the previous night. The couch was not made for sleeping on and you refused to go to Loki's room, you would rather die the uncomfortable death the couch offered then EVER give him the satisfaction of you having to go to his room for even one night!

You started thinking of ideas on how to get even with this infuriating man. Just then an idea popped into your mind making you grin maliciously. You slipped on some decent clothes and you left the room, hurrying to get what was needed for your prank before Loki woke up, your bare feet padded on the floor as you walked down the halls to where The Avengers could generally always be found. You glanced over the few members in the room until you spotted who you were looking for.

Loki came through to see you finishing up the cooking of breakfast. You turned an smiled much too sweetly at him, he knew instantly something was up, his eyes narrowed at you in suspicion. He sat down at the table and watched you intensely as you came to the table with a plate in each hand. You sat down next to him and smiled again. Loki studied your face once more before he put down his knife and fork and crossed his arm's to stare at you.

" What do you think you are up to my dear? "

" What ever do you mean? "

"... You're up to something, I am an expert when it comes to mischief... and you my dear... are certainly up to no good. "

You laughed lightly.

" I have no idea what you are talking about Loki. Honestly, don't be so paranoid, and eat your damn breakfast. "

He narrowed his eyes at you again but slowly started eating.

You glanced over to the candle burning the string just as the string on the bucket snapped and the contents of the bucket splattered all over Loki. He stopped moving mid bite, putting his knife and fork down. He tried to wipe away the goo from his eyes but it was outrageously sticky, he remained outstandingly calm.

" What is- "

" Molasses. "

You said smugly as you took a sip of your water as if nothing had just happened.

Loki stood up slowly and walked off calmly to his room to clean up leaving you even more smug.

You went about your day as usual after finishing up breakfast and making sure there was some uncontaminated food for Loki as well as cleaning the splatters of the Molasses, you quickly went and snuggled onto the couch with your book. You read for hours, only stopping briefly for meals and to take Loki into interrogation with Tony, you mostly read though... you read until your eyes started to get sore and the day had passed you. Just then, as you stretched you felt an itch on your neck. You went to scratch it but your hand was met with an insect. You quickly jumped out of the chair swatting at your shoulders in hopes of getting whatever it was off. You saw a little cockroach run under the couch and you mentally died a little inside, to think that had just been on your neck made your skin crawl. You stared at the spot it disappeared at for a moment or two. Hoping it would come out and remove itself from your make shift bed. But it didn't. Instead your saw three more crawl over the couch. You wanted to kick yourself so much at this moment as you begrudgingly stalked over to Loki's room and knocked at the door. After the fourth knock her opened it with an uninterested demeanor.

" So... Did you do it? "

" What? "

" The uh... the cockroaches? "

" Excuse me? "

You wanted to cry like a child as you looked at his confused face. You sighed and sucked in your pride.

" Well looks like I am bunking with you tonight Elsa. "

You didn't wait for a response you just pushed past and climbed into his bed with a grumble. Loki didn't say anything, he simply closed the door behind him and slipped into the bed next to you. You waited for his inappropriate remarks or inappropriate touching but nothing came. You peered over your shoulder to see him staring up at the ceiling.

" What's eating you? "

" Nothing... unless of course I should be concerned that you brought in some of your bugs with you?  "

You scoffed at his remark.

" You make me sound like some dirty animal. "

" Aren't all humans? "

You were caught off guard by this, you had forgotten who you were talking to... or had you. Actually taking Loki in for the first time today you noticed something was off about him.

" Are you ok? "

" Of course I am. Don't be a imbecile."

You bit your lip nervously for a moment as you thought out your next move   but stretched over to him, snuggling up to his side and putting your head on his chest.

" What in the world do you think you are doing? "

" Snuggling you, now get over it, who knows, might make your heart grow 2 sizes or something. "

" I thought I was Elsa? "

" What? "

" You called me Elsa when you came in, but now you make reference of me being The Grinch? "

"... You know what either those things are? "

Loki looked at you for a moment, studying your shocked face and then answered you at last.

" Of course I know who they are, I know how to read a book or watch a motion picture you know. "

You laughed at this causing him to look down at you with a slight amused grin.

" Whatever is so funny dear? "

" I am just trying to picture the great God Loki operating a DVD machine. "

" DVD machine? Don't be silly... that's why you humans invented computers. Besides, I had Thor to teach me-"

That was you done, in hysterics, to the point you could barley breath.

" What-"

" I have seen Thor on a computer... imagining him trying to teach you is the best thing I can possibly think of. "

You laughed until tears streamed down your face and Loki was actually laughing along next to you.

" Well then, we should probably get some sleep, I am sure I have long day tomorrow dodging whatever attack you have planned."

You furrowed your eyes at him.

" But I already-"

" Oh no my little dove, you didn't honestly think those bugs where real did you? "

With that he lifted his hand and in a green puff of smoke a cockroach appeared in thin air only to disappear a moment later.

" YOU SON OF A-"

Loki laughed at your reaction. Though most humans he hated, he adored how genuine you and your reactions were.

He reached over without even thinking about and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He quickly pulled back realizing what he had done.

“ I’m sorry. I know we aren’t allowed to...”

He trailed off while looking into your eyes. You both stared at each other for a few more moments before you reached up and pulled him into a more passionate kiss. His hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer and his fingers nails dug slightly into your skin while the other tangled itself in your hair. His hands yanking off your shirt when you heard a knock at the door making you both freeze.

“ Brother? “

The door swung up as Thor walked in.

( Part 7 )

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