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nightingaleandtheredredrose · 2 years

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A Nightingale’s Thoughts

Word Count: 4468

Characters: Lynette (OC), Silas/Linden (OC), Manboy, Dorian, Alfani

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of murder and prostitution

A/N: This was written solely for me, but yall can read it too 😟 i guess. jkjk But it’s been like 3 years since I wrote Silas’ POV, and I mentioned wanting to write Lynette’s thoughts on some scenes!! And here they are!

I suggest reading Parts 1 and 2 before this and maybeeee their bios (in profile description) if you want some background behind them. (・∀・) or don’t. All up to you!!

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Just because Lynette is immortal doesn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in the more mundane pleasures of life.

Like taking long, aimless walks in the forest or losing herself in a good story. She was glad she hadn’t developed a god complex, either, despite her role in town. Heaven forbid she ever find herself indulging in the manipulation of others (like a certain green-haired consigliere) or collecting people off the street, making it so they became no more than dolls meant to do your bidding (which was done by none other than her disgrace of an employer).

Perhaps it was her running list of wrongdoings that kept her on the mortal coil of her headspace. Lynette wasn’t above picking the occasional fight, telling a couple of lies, slipping some money from the salon’s tip jar into her rainy day funds; little human faults like that. She almost felt as if she were a townsperson herself on those kinds of days. Living in moments that faded just as quickly as they had come. Running themselves into the ground until the sweet release of death. That’s what it meant to be human, right? Putting so much effort into a life that could easily be snuffed out like a light.

She should know. Despite being unable to die, the girl was no stranger to death. To put it simply: Lynette is a murderer. Her job involved disposing of “damaged merchandise” (or, at least, that’s what her bastard boss called prostitutes who fell victim to disease or disfigurement) in the back alleys or in one of the rooms of the brothel. It was far off from a morally righteous job, but it wasn’t as if she had anywhere else to go. The brothel was her major source of financial support, and ruling class members weren’t meant to leave the town in the first place. And the fact that she couldn’t die only drove another nail into this coffin of a situation.

The brothel workers had become rightfully afraid of this alter ego of hers. Of course, none of them knew it was Lynette behind the killings. Or maybe some of them did, but were terrified to confront her, lest they be her next target. So whenever they referred to her they would use the nickname Dorian would murmur to Manboy whenever he found a new case. “Let our Little Nightingale take care of the rest.”

The dreaded Nightingale. A ruthless force. A cold hearted murderer. They wouldn’t stop until they had driven a knife between your ribs and impaled your beating heart, keeping a firm grip on the pulsing handle until life ebbed away in your eyes. Once you were as good as dead, they would kick you aside and have some other people clean up their bloody mess. That’s the kind of person they were, after all. An inconsiderate monster of a human being.

Or, at least, that’s how the workers saw her. And for the most part they were spot-on.

Well, no… She didn’t kick corpses. But that was a minor enough detail to overlook. It wasn’t as if not doing so would make her actions any less cruel.

Yes, the minute her job had been fulfilled, Lynette would shove any thoughts of murder behind a wall in her mind. She would only allow the simplest of thoughts to trickle into her head, slowly transitioning the girl back into her normal daily life.

Perhaps that’s why she had fished a crushed daisy out of a dead man’s pocket and twisted it between her fingers. Lynette mindlessly wandered over to a group of crates that had been pushed against the walls of the alley, hopping onto the nearest one to examine the flower longer. She held it up to the flickering torchlight, both admiring its nearly translucent petals and ignoring how the blood on her gloves turned the pale green stem into a glistening red. What a fragile thing she had in her possession. It wouldn’t take much to pick it apart right then and there, especially with her abilities.

But Lynette couldn’t help but tremble as she held it in her hands. Ironically enough, she was afraid of fragile things. How easy it would be for something so small to crumble in her grasp.

She poised her hand over the petals in a brief moment of hesitation. Like she was almost guilty for what she was about to do.

But this was just a flower.

There was a flash of white as a petal drifted to the cobblestone below, its life plucked out and thrown away as easily as one of the Nightingale’s victims.

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“Il m’aime un peu.”

He loves me a little.

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Lynette wasn’t very smart, but she knew that “Linden” was lying about his name.

She admitted this to Manboy one early morning about an hour before opening the salon. The two were in Manboy’s room, with Lynette draped over one of his couches in boredom as the latter rushed to get ready for the day.

Manboy sighed. “If you knew he lied, then why didn’t you say anything? The boy went as far as to change the name he uses for shifts because of you.”

This provoked a laugh of disbelief out of Lynette. “Wait, seriously?! He did all of that because I didn’t correct him? But he doesn’t even know me.”

“He can be… surprisingly stubborn at times. Only God knows whatever thoughts went on in his head last night.”

“Hmmm… But he sure is a funny guy. Mr. Linden or whatever his name really is.”

Manboy paused in the middle of adjusting his tie to look into the mirror, glancing at the girl behind him who changed her sitting position for what seemed like the fifth time. He knew Lynette was an unusually energetic individual, but he could tell she felt more restless than normal. Maybe she was more affected by Linden’s appearance last night than she was letting on.

There was that and also the fact that the first thing she started talking about, after she so rudely burst in Manboy’s room at four A.M., was Linden.

Lynette caught him looking at her and frowned. “What? Is there something you wanna say?”

“Why aren’t you asking me for his true name? You seem extremely curious about him, and you know that I know it, yet you haven’t asked about it at all.”

There was a moment of silence before Lynette answered, as if she was wondering about that herself. A minute passed by, and Manboy began to worry if he said something wrong, but Lynette slowly replied, “It’s… It’s none of my business, though, right? Whatever he chooses to call himself and what he wants us to call him. And if he wants me to call him ‘Mr Linden’, then that’s what I’ll go with. After all, name changes really aren’t that unusual. Like Shakespeare said-!” The girl jumped up from her seat and dramatically extended one of her arms, with the other placing a hand upon her chest. “‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’!”

This earned a chuckle out of Manboy. “From Romeo and Juliet? Well, you are fond of your love stories.”

“Actually, to be honest, I didn’t like how this particular one ended.”

Hearing her sudden change in tone caused Manboy to look up at his mirror once more. There was a bittersweet smile on Lynette’s face as she looked back at him. “Is it because they both die in the end?”

“It’s because their love wasn’t strong enough to save them.”

“But it mended the rift between their families.”

“Yes, but what’s the point of love if you aren’t alive to experience it?”

Now it was Manboy’s turn to become silent, putting some thought into Lynette’s question before answering. “I think… All that matters was that love was there. No matter how fleeting it was. Through love, they found happiness in each other, a reason to live-”

“And a reason to die?”

Finally Manboy turned around to see Lynette sitting on the couch again, one foot propped on the edge of the cushion while the other rested on the floor. This time she didn’t meet Manboy’s eyes, opting to stare at the ground with a kind of far-off look. “Sorry. I don’t like tragedies very much. I just wish they could have survived in the end.”

“Sometimes things don’t work out the way you want them to. But seeing as we’re both trapped in this establishment, I’m guessing you know that very well.”

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“Il m’aime beaucoup.”

“He loves me a lot.”

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As Lynette watched Linden read, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

At the brothel there was no short supply of beautiful people, Dorian prides himself on this, and Linden was no exception. He was tall but sturdy. As if he were built like a tree (ha). His long, pale hair was always pushed back and gathered together into a small ponytail that draped across the nape of his neck. Linden normally kept his hair as neat as possible, but today there were a few strands escaping from the hold of the elastic hair tie and hair gel, some coming to rest upon his forehead. But Lynette liked how it looked.

Aside from his hair, Linden seemed to also take good care of his hands. Unlike those who worked in manual labor (though one could argue that the work they do at the brothel could be classified as such), Linden’s hands were free from any calluses and looked soft to the touch. There were some veins that ran through them, appearing more prominent when he moved to turn a page, and his nails were cut short. Undoubtedly done to better carry out his job and prevent infection.

His voice was nice too. It was surprisingly smooth, even when he tripped over words, and reverberated deep in his chest. Now that Lynette was thinking about it, she’s never seen him angry, much less raise his voice. Linden’s tone and volume was always controlled, almost to the point of monotony, yet still well suited for his line of work as he murmured one pleasant thing after another next to a client’s already flushed ears.

And Linden’s eyes… They were such a brilliant green. It was a shade similar to a forest, with the sunlight passing through the leaves. The color filled Lynette with an odd sense of warmth and made her heart thud everytime Linden raised his head to look at her. She would always nod and smile as if to encourage him to continue on, but she only did so to draw attention away from her burning cheeks.

Lynette cursed her sentimental heart. It was far too easy for her to view anyone in a romantic light. She knew she fell in love too quickly but to be infatuated with someone from the brothel was out of the question. Her shoulders tensed, and she clenched her fists, fingers digging deep into the tattered fabric of her skirt. To think of even the slightest possibility of Linden being on the other end of her knife made her sick. Lynette screwed her eyes shut to fight off the impending wave of nausea.

Then she felt something touch her hand, causing her eyes to flutter open once more.

One of the children had placed a hand on her whitened knuckles. They looked up at her, concerned, and mouthed ‘are you ok’?

She tried to force herself to relax, the now wrinkled fabric slipping from her fingers as she nodded with a bit more enthusiasm than intended. That’s right. There were children sitting next to them. To have such unfiltered thoughts around them made Lynette feel even more ashamed.

But then she glanced back at Linden, and those maddening ideas started up again.

Seeing how the kids clung to him, pressing closer in astonishment as the story began to become more interesting… Watching him softly smile at their baffled expressions… The way he lifted his arm without a second thought to let little Jamie into his lap so he could see the pages better…

It almost felt like they were a family at that moment.

Before Lynette knew it, the sun had begun to set, and she only came back to reality upon hearing the children’s disappointed cries about the story ending.

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“Il m’aime passionnément.”

“He loves me passionately.”

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As Lynette huddled down on her wicker back chair, she began to think about the night of her first kill.

Before she became the brothel’s contracted murderer, Dorian had tried to convince her to become either a nun or a prostitute.

The first option seemed the safest, but, unfortunately, Lynette couldn’t take the religious lifestyle. She felt suffocated and to force her to zealously worship a god she didn’t believe in felt nothing short of inane. The Sisters of the covenant looked down upon her too. There was always something Lynette could be doing better; nothing was ever good enough for them.

Or maybe the girl was just hopelessly inadequate in their eyes, for she was the only one who was picked on as harshly as she was.

And the second option made her just as, if not more, ill than the first. Of course she had tried it out once, but the minute that stranger laid her hands on her bare body, she quickly had to stop.

It felt wrong. Lynette was always one to fall for others at the drop of a hat, but this kind of intimacy was something entirely different to her. It felt too intrusive, and Lynette, who had already begun distancing herself from everyone at the brothel, was afraid of vulnerability.

Dorian wasn’t too pleased, to say the least. Lynette tried offering up other options of her service. She could work in entertainment. She could do minor repairs around the building, clean and spruce up the place a little bit. She could act as a caretaker for the children of the prostitutes.

But Dorian was insistent. The other ruling class members of Oscar Wilde provided such services, so why couldn’t she? And it didn’t help that she was the only woman in this particular immortal group.

It had gotten to a point where Dorian began locking her into rooms with clients, to ensure she didn’t try to run away like last time. It was cruel, but that was the type of person he was. Sometimes the people she dealt with were understanding enough to stop, others were a bit too… persistent, forcing Lynette to find some other means to escape or to temporarily knock them out before or during the act.

Because of this, she’s garnered her fair share of complaints and her hours on the schedule became near non-existent (save for those few masochists Lynette now regrets using violence on).

But she never ended up killing a customer until that day.

The man she was meant to become intimate with that evening was burlier than her usual clients. Shorter too, but unfortunately so was his temper. And it didn’t help that he was five drinks drunker than he claimed he was.

He counteracted every move of resistance Lynette made against him, pinning her to the bed. He situated himself over her lower body, holding down her kicking legs.

But he didn’t account for her hands.

With a smash, Lynette broke the lamp she grabbed from the nightstand over his head. She only meant to use enough force to knock him out, but her fear got the best of her. The girl only realized it was too late when the man fell silent a little too long and a little too much blood leaked from his ears and nose.

When Dorian finally opened the door for her, Lynette braced herself for punishment. But she was only met with more silence as Dorian paused to shut the door behind him.

After a couple minutes he asked, “Is he dead?”

She nodded.

“Well… what are you doing just sitting there? Clean that up before someone suspects something.”

Lynette thought she had gotten off easy at first. Dorian owned both the brothel and the church in town, with the latter having an attached mortuary for funeral services. The buildings were relatively close to one another, so it wasn’t too difficult to clean up the crime scene and transfer the body to an available casket. When the client’s wife, in between sobs, asked how her husband died, Dorian informed her that he fell down the stairs in a narrow corridor in his drunken stupor, hitting his head against a wall once he tumbled down onto the bottom step. Nobody could verify his claim because not many people in town wanted to inspect a dead body.

And who would dare speak out against a priest?

After that incident, everything only became worse from there. Having bloodied her hands once before, Dorian only thought it fitting for her to take care of the rest of the undesirables at his brothel. He even had a list, as sickening as it was, which consisted of a mix between prostitutes who became unsuitable to work and certain people he had personal vendettas with.

Lynette killed them all indiscriminately. She struggled at first, with the mental anguish causing her stomach to turn and her head to swim. Some days after her job was done she would rush to the restroom and sob and vomit as she tried to rid herself of guilt and the cries of the people she had to murder. The warmth of the blood seeping through her fingers, the way life seemed to fade away from their eyes as soon as she hit her target organ…

The heart. It was surprisingly hard the first couple of times, but once Lynette got it down it became something like her calling card. A signature death done by none other than the Nightingale of Oscar Wilde Salon.

“You’re… a really nice person, aren’t you, Mr Linden?”

“So are you, Lady Lynette.”

She wanted to argue that she wasn’t. She wanted to sit Linden down and tell him everything that's happened to her, and then hear what he has to say after that. Maybe he would slap her. Or maybe he would back away in fear, worrying that he would be “silenced”.

Or maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all and never talk to her again.

But that would be alright. A murderer her like doesn’t deserve the kindness of others, especially the kindness of those she had to kill.

So she only whispered her thanks to Linden with her back turned to him, hoping to any god out there that the guilt wouldn’t shake her voice any further.

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“Il m’aime à la folie.”

“He loves me madly.”

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Dorian, Manboy, and Alfani stood in one of the leisure rooms with Lynette, with the girl fuming at the owner. “For god’s SAKE, why the FUCK can’t you just leave us alone, Dorian?!” she demanded, becoming even more frustrated when she was met with a smile.

The girl clicked her tongue as she moved to gather her things once more. “Shitty old man.”

“Now, now, that isn’t very polite, Lynette. Aren’t we the same age? We manifested at the same time, remember?”

“So we’re like some twisted form of quadruplets? That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Oblivious to the atmosphere of the room, Alfani clapped his hands, and his pure blue eyes lit up with delight. “Oh? But didn’t we all appear at the same time as everyone else in town? So that would make us…hmmm… how many of us were there again…?”

As Alfani began counting on his fingers, Lynette pushed past him to get to the door. Unfortunately she was blocked by Manboy. Her face fell. “Manboy? You too?”

All he could do was shake his head and reply, “It’s Dorian’s orders, Lady Lynette. You know how it is.”

Lynette’s hands shook. She wasn’t sure if it was from anger or fear, but she dropped everything just the same. The music box and book hit the ground with a loud clatter, yet Dorian hardly flinched. Even as Lynette turned to glare at him, gazing at him with the same murderous intent she reserved for her job, he never wavered. Each word that fell from her mouth was laced with malice. “What do you want? Why did you interrupt us? You’ll force me to have sex with millions of strangers, but the second I choose to kiss someone you’re suddenly hot on my ass.”

“Do you love him?” Dorian asked.

This question immediately stopped her in her tracks. Suddenly Lynette couldn’t form words the way she was able to a few seconds ago.

“Lynette loves Linden? Amazing! It’s just like her love stor-”

“It’s not.” It was difficult to speak, but at least she managed to interrupt Alfani’s annoying rambling. For some reason it hurt Lynette to say what she said next, her voice pulled taut like a thread on the verge of snapping in half. “I don’t… love Mr Linden. We’re just good friends. Nothing more.”

A low chuckle came from Dorian. “Friends? Do friends gaze at each other like you two did in the bar room?”

Remembering the yearning in his eyes made her knees weak. “You’re imagining things.”

“He asked to kiss you.”

And she wanted to kiss him too. “We live in a brothel. A kiss is insignificant.”

“Then why did you not? Kiss him, that is?”

Because she was scared. “Because some perverted old man was peeping on us from the doorway, GOD, Dorian, what else could it be?!”

“You’re afraid,” Dorian calmly said. “You’re afraid of getting close to others.”

“And who’s fault do you think that is?! You made me like this. You made it so that every time I make a friend in this place there’s a possibility of them dying by my hand.” Lynette began to become choked up as tears wavered in and out of her vision. “I’ve tried too many times to run away from here. And I’ve tried twice as many times to off myself, but nothing seems to work. At least the townspeople were given the mercy of death, but for us… To keep living like this is a fate worse than hell-“

CRASH! Everybody in the room, apart from Dorian who was the cause of it, jumped at the noise. He had knocked over a bottle from a nearby table. Red wine dripped and flowed through the shattered glass, soaking into the floor. When Dorian looked back at Lynette, her blood ran cold. He wasn’t smiling anymore. And the light disappeared entirely from his eyes.

“Freedom… is overrated, Lynette. I thought you knew that by now. Or maybe your brain is smaller than I originally believed. The people here aren’t always happy, but it’s far better than suffering from hunger or wallowing in disease in the slums. I do all I can to ensure that this salon is the most beautiful of cages for every bird that flies in. I flood their thoughts with the finest of luxuries and the most pleasant of sensations until their hedonistic trance distracts them from the clipping of their wings. Obedience isn’t freedom, yes, but it’s far better than that.”

Dorian’s voice dropped. “A bird kept safe in a gilded cage is more beautiful than a feral one. And far lovelier than a dead one, don’t you agree?”

Lynette didn’t answer. She didn’t like the implications in Dorian’s words nor did she want to argue with him anymore.

His next words made dread settle low in her stomach. “Now, be a good little Nightingale and clean up this mess.” And as Lynette turned to fetch the broom from the closet, he made a light tutting noise in his throat to stop her. “Not with those. Get on your knees and pick it up with your hands.”

“Lord Dorian Gray! That’s too-!” Manboy protested.

“‘Far’? Nonsense, like this she’ll be ever the more grateful for the break I’ll give her from her usual duties. Unless ‘Lady Lynette’ has something else to say about it?”

Lynette numbly shook her head, crouching down as she did so. “No, Lord Dorian Gray. Thank you for your kindness,” she replied, resentment as jagged as the glass that dug into the tender skin of her hands.

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"Il ne m'aime pas du tout."

“He doesn’t love me at all.”

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As the last petal was plucked from the flower, Lynette sat there holding onto the stem.

After all the hardships she went through, after all the hardships she put others through, of course she didn’t deserve something as beautiful as love.

Dorian and Manboy told her that Linden died several decades ago due to heart failure. She was partly relieved, no longer having to stress if he was going to be her next kill.

But the other part of her was sent spiraling into despair. It normally took a couple days for her to get over lost relationships, but this was something new entirely. A death of a loved one was a first in this long life of hers. Several months passed by, nearly a year spent crying and isolating herself from others, yet she couldn’t rid herself of the memory of him.

She regretted not visiting him as often out of fear that she may fall deeper in love with him. But now that he was gone, Lynette made it a tradition to visit his grave once a month to keep him company. It was far too late to do so, but Lynette saw it as a kind of penance for all she’s done to him. The constant pulling and pushing away. The way she led him on. The fact that the last words she spoke to him were through another one of her stupid love songs instead of her true feelings.

Leaning her head back against the brick wall, Lynette murmured, “Linden… What do I do now? I miss you. I want to talk to you one more time. I want to-“ She choked on the sob building up in her chest. “I… wanted to kiss you that night. And the night before and the night after. And now we can’t even meet after death because there’s no afterlife for someone like me.”

The stem Lynette was holding was discarded onto the ground as she continued to cry. She wanted one more chance to tell him “i love you”, and to overwhelm him with love to the point of suffocation.

Because to die in the arms of someone she loved was now the only way she ever wanted to go out.

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“Il m’aime un peu.”

He loves me a little.

#bird enthusists dont come after me I KNOW THATS NOT A NIGHTINGALE IN THE GIF #BUT I HAD TO WORK WITH WHAT I HAD #and if i got some lore wrong here um #m(._.)m sorry its been like 3 years i picked out and recalled what i could #which i think was good enough b/c i was OBSSESSED with this game back then #and i was feeling nostalgic for my ocs so i wrote this!!#ozmafia #ozmafia oc #writing #my writing #my ocs #Lynette #gif #Silas #Manboy #Dorian #Alfani

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thelittlefoxesknits · 2 years

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🎺 The Music Man 🎶

June’s Singalong Yarn Club is brought to you by the Music Man!

This musical is an oldie but a goodie and it’s even back on Broadway this year! 💕

This is the only musical that yours truly was in 😹 in 6th grade I was a townsperson. I also got to do the spotlight on the opening song, which my friend and I found out about 20 minutes before the show started, with no practice or knowledge so that was a fun experience of not successfully spotlighting the quick changing singing of that song 🤣 🚂

The Music Man is now live! Link in bio 💼

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#Instagram #IFTTT #the Music Man #Yarn Club #Mystery Yarn #Musical Theatre

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iinmortales · 4 years

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Name: Vala Tuesday (Corsetti) Alias: Tuesday, Greenie Species: Variant Human Natural Abilities: Life/Nature Magic Curse: Immortality Born: 1451

Rough Bio: What happens when remove a curse from an innocent townsperson? Well, the witch who cast the curse tends to not be too happy about it. The other witch promised vengeance, and it wasn’t immediately clear to Vala what she’d done. She didn’t feel any different. But people started to comment, telling her that she looked very young for her age. And then sickness swept the city. No matter how many became sick, she remained untouched. It was then that she knew. She had been cursed with immortality, and through the centuries she has been unable to break the curse. But she makes the best of it. Her magic isn’t flashy, but she can make a cup of tea that will chase away all your aches and pains, has incense that can aide in conception, and can make a rub for steak that isn’t magical but tastes amazing. She’s the friendly neighborhood witch.

#※ ooc ⋮ k80 speaks

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shallxt · 5 years

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Book 2: The Ultimate Android

Shallot and Zahha arrive at a city to find that it’s a complete ghost town. Stop me if you heard this one, but all the citizens have disappeared save for their clothes that are scattered everywhere. It’s a creepy atmosphere, but Zahha confirmed that they were absorbed as provided by info from Mai. Zahha explains that it was the doing of one of Dr. Gero’s Androids that has a “unique” ability to prey on living beings and absorb their bio-essence to claim the power for itself.

Bitch, this android eats people. And the town is the latest in its handiwork. Although this Android isn’t the one Zahha and his comrades are hunting for. Zahha concludes that two Androids have infiltrated the city. Our heroes hear a scream for help and it turns out Dodoria is still alive with some men with him! But it’s a different Dodoria so he doesn’t recognize him. Dodoira’s men seemed terrified of someone, as they’re fleeing from something much scarier

Shallot and co. beat Dodoria and his goons and chase them away.And from the shadows, the ones chasing Dodoria and his men were Androids 17 and 18. Zahha’s targets. They’re a little miffed that they chased away their targets, but are excited to find some new opponents to fight, Zahha demands the Androids leave town, telling them their the ones in danger of being absorbed by the other hungry Android. Of course 17 and 18 don’t take Zahha seriously and are too confident they could take the other android down. So Zahha and Shallot engage the Androids in combat.

The twins are mildly impressed that the two fighters can keep up with them. 17 is glad they ended up in such a fun era instead of looking for Goku. Zahha realizes that this 17 and 18 aren’t from the timeline where Goku succumbs and dies to his heart virus. Shallot is also getting pumped at such strong opponents but Zahha tells him not to keep goading them. Shallot argues that they won’t listen to talk and only beating them down will get them result.

But another voice interrupts their little spat. It’s Dr Gero! He’s been searching all over for 17 and 18. Shallot demands answers about the ultimate warrior, and Gero curses Turles’s loose lips. Gero cackles that all of his questions will be answered in due time, but returns to his business with the twins. The twins are not impressed and are more than glad to kill Gero again while Gero scoffs and calls them defective. Looks like the old man brought himself a gang of 19s to back him up. (apparently 19 was an outdated energy absorption model).

After tearing apart the 19s, Gero jumps into fray to fight. After defeating Gero, it turns out that one was just another copy. Gero threatens their doom withhis greatest creation before dropping dead. 17 suggests they should destroy every Gero copy and find the old man to kill him again as a little side game to their fun in the tournament. It also seems they’re searching for Android 16, making Zahha come to the conclusion they’re from the main timeline.

Another scream for help interupts them and while 17 is readying to a fight, Zahha yells at the Androids to stay put. It seems like a monster is attacking a townsperson. Ki has been disappearing fast in town and our heroes can feel a large ki growing and heading their way.

Who else but Imperfect Cell?

Zahha recognizes the ultimate Android though 18 calls him a swamp monster. The creature hisses grossly, delighted to finally find the twins. Zahha warns the twins that if Cell manages to grab them and absorb them, it’s game over for everyone. Although confused, neither Android is ready to come near him. Shallot is confused at all the different ki he can sense within Cell including Ginyu, Frost, Frieza, and Nappa and Vegeta. Which of course pisses Shallot off.

This piques Cell’s interest in Shallot since he knows Vegeta. He fires a Gallick Gun at Shallot which baffles on how he knows Vegeta’s signature attack. Zahha explains what Cell is and his ability to mimic moves from the fighters genes he possesses. Cell powers up and goes on the attack for 17 and 18.

Cell is giving our heroes a hard time and before Cell can grab 18, Piccolo and Cabba intervene. Seems both Zahha and Piccolo and Cabba are already acquainted. This seems to be the Piccolo from the current timeline as Shallot notices Piccolo’s ki somewhat different and is incredibly stronger than his Saiyan Saga counterpart. Cell says something crpytic about the Cell Piccolo fought not being “him” then attacks before anyone could ask what the hell he’s saying.

Piccolo notices that this version of Imperfect Cell is stronger than the one he fought back in the day. Piccolo asks how many people did he absorb to get that strong, but Cell retorts that his power isn’t merely just absorption. He was worlds ahead the Cell Piccolo knows since he came into being. He is a Cell that’s surpassed Cell, using the inter-dimensional chaos brought all these powerful warriors in a single spot, allowing Dr. Gero to forge a new more powerful Cell from their genes. This is a brand new Cell in this timeline, still hellbent on gaining his perfect form. Shallot concluded the green guy is bad news and they need to clobber him.

Zahha stops Shallot and gives Cabba his cue to act. Cabba steps forward to create a blinding ki blast, long enough for Zahha to teleport everyone out of Imperfect Cell’s grasp. Cell merely cackles and is excited to devour all the powerful warriors and techniques for himself and obtain his perfect form.

Zahha gets everyone to a safe spot using his “locational phasing spell” or teleportion. 18 just says “neato”. It takes a little bit more time to activate and he needed Piccolo and Cabba to buy some time. Piccolo reports that this Cell’s power is near limitless compared to the oriignal if what he says was true. If obtains is perfect form, he would far surpass the old Perfect Cell that Piccolo knew. Cabba suggests that they protect 17 and 18 until they are to take Cell down. Zahha however believes destroying 17 and 18 will halt Cell from every getting his perfect form.

Cabba and Shallot are shocked at such dark measures although Piccolo is quick to agree.The twins aren’t having it as they just got their freedom and aren’t going down without a fight. Zahha asks Shallot to lend his power to help destroy the Androids, but Shallot refuses.

Shallot sees the fight as nothing but bullshit.Shallot believes the only thing they can do is just to kick Cell’s ass, he ain’t here to kill the twins. He scolds Zahha for being so anxious about Cell reaching his perfect form and to stop taking the easy route. Beating Cell ends everything. Zahha tells him that Cell won’t stop absorbing fighters and will eventually come for the twins in a matter of time. Shallot declares the moment Cell arrives he’s going to send him into a steaming crater. He’s going to get stronger than Cell can get stronger.

This convinces Zahha who decides to let the twins go and apologizes. He vows to keep Cell off their backs. Shallot is confused at his sudden 180 and Zahha simply replies hat he didn’t actually plan on destroying them, he just wanted to see if Shallot was fully committed. Shallot got set up and played.

Zahha tells the twins of their evil future counterparts and if they were them, he would’ve actually destroyed them.But after realizing these were the good timeline 17 and 18, he decides to spare them since they are with 16 and still looking for Goku. Zahha proposes an alliance to the twins and offers Shallot as their bodyguard. 17 is fine with it as long as he gets to keep fighting in the tournament and 18 couldn’t care less. Shallot accepts his new bodyguarding gig, as long he gets to choke Cell with his own tail. Zahha apologizes for deceiving Shallot and admits he wanted to hear Shallot’s high-spirits and knows he can trust him. Being real with him, they promise to take down Cell together.

Shallot is flattered by Zahha’s comradely and gaycare and gives him a punch on the arm, which hurts of course. Piccolo then steps in to challenge Shallot to a fight to see if he’s up to the task of bodyguard and to gauge his strength. Shallot was also hoping to get a fight in as well and two spar. Piccolo gives Shallot a pass and Shallot vows to protect the Androids with his life. Shallot comments that he’s picking up two different scents from the Piccolo he knew, and Piccolo explains he’s a fusion of Piccolo and Kami. Shallot doesn’t get it, but whatever!

Cabba also introduces himself shyly. Zahha explains Cabba is a Saiyan too from another universe and Shallot is quick to ask if he wants to size up with him and have a quick match. Zahha pulls Shallot’s leash back and reminds him of his mission, so Shallot tells Cabba to put a pin on their match for later. Zahha asks Cabba to help Shallot on bodyguarding duty while he and Piccolo pursue Gero and Cell and contact Cabba when they find them.

As soon as the two leave, Shallot starts raving for the bad guys to come to them and attack them. 18 suggests they just hunt down and find them themselves instead of waiting around. Cabba tries to input that they should just wait here, but 17 suggests they go hunting for the doctor and his hideout first before they take on Cell. Cabba thinks they should stay put and wait for Zahha, but Shallot wants to be pro-active and has some questions he wants to ask him himself. 18 wants to know if he knows where 16 is. Bulma pops in on the communicator and starts working on finding his hideout. 17 of course wants to get a car so they can cruise in style while Shallot is excited just to get some lunch. They three leave leaving poor Cabba in the dust chasing after them

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I have an idea for an Encanto OC... Please like this post if you’d be willing to write with her? Bio below:

Her name - I have just bothered to look up a proper one for her - is Delcia, but everyone in town calls her Honey. She’s not a Madrigal, just a townsperson who’s close to Isabela and Dolores’ age, though I am strongly considering making her Mariano’s younger sister.

There’s just something off about Honey, according to her parents, so they don’t get along with her very well. Because of this, she’s become friends with some of the Madrigals, specifically Dolores and Luisa because... well, because Dolores overhears some of the fights she has with her parents, and sends Luisa to be an intimidating presence so that Honey is never actually hurt. The argument only got that bad once when no one was around, and nobody wants a second time.

Honey becomes friends with the rest of the Madrigals while they’re rebuilding casita. She’s a quiet person until she feels something is important enough to say, practical and organized, good to have around on a project as big as building a house. She’s also a beekeeper - hence the nickname Honey - and she volunteered her skills to the family while they were without their powers. She considers it a small act of mercy for Augustin to have someone around to help him with his bee issues while Julieta can’t easily heal him.

At least that was her original thought. Antonio took her by surprise, though: when Augustin politely declined her offer to teach him how to keep bees himself - and she understands why he did - Antonio begged her to teach him instead. She was leery of teaching someone so young... and then he explained that he thought she was communicating with the bees, and that he missed communicating with his own animal friends that badly. So, for a couple of days, Honey showed Antonio what she actually did with her bees.

Then Bruno, who she’d noticed had been eyeing her strangely the more she hung around - trying to decipher her, or waiting for something, or both - had suggested that she might teach Isabela how to keep the bees, too. All the better for the flowers that Isabela actually had to grow the slow way. Seeing no reason to disagree, Honey had taken the offer to the eldest Madrigal, and Isabela had readily, if warily, taken her up on it.

As she got to know her - and the rest of the Madrigals - Honey was more startled by Isabela than she ever had been by Antonio. Isabela made her feel more things than anyone else ever had. Honey would’ve been content to spend the rest of her life with the Madrigals, with Isabela, and her feelings for the other young woman left her exhilarated and deeply confused all at once.

And that was before casita was finished, before the Magical Madrigals regained their powers and no longer had any need of her and her bees. As the whole town celebrated the reappearance of the family’s powers - and Honey with them, because she was thrilled to see her friends so happy - she was left wondering if they would even care if she was around after the night was over. If Mariano is the story’s romantic, then Honey is it’s realist, and the reality is that these people that she’s come to hold so dear no longer need her.

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gaia-cove · 3 years

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Name: Beauregard Atticus McCallum, IV Gender pronouns: he/him Age: 34 Occupation: History Professor at Rochester University on the mainland Hometown: Gaia Cove, Virginia Amount of time on the island: 34 years Face Claim: Russell Tovey

Bio: (Triggers: homophobia, physical abuse, emotional abuse )

Born in the summer heat in Gaia Cove, Beauregard McCallum was the first son of a wealthy family. The McCallum name was infamous throughout the region for their money and legacy. Raised with the finer things in life, Beauregard never had a want in his life, growing up with a silver spoon in mouth. At the age of two, the young boy became the brother for the first time to a brother Jackson and later another brother was added to the McCallum household and eventually a sister named Peach.

Throughout his childhood, the young boy was lavished with affection being the first born male. At an early age, he struggled with reading to come to learn he had dyslexia. The family provided the best tutors and the finest education money could buy for the young lad. Since, he could remember Beauregard was groomed to be a Southern gentleman to continue the legacy of the McCallum name, which included taking over the family business once he was ready.

Despite his father’s attention usually being solely on him, Beau was extremely close to both of his siblings. Even with added responsibility throughout the household, he always managed to make it to his siblings’ events and be the supportive big brother they needed when his parents were too busy to notice.

Throughout his teen years, he was a modeled townsperson always finding volunteering opportunities whether it was helping with the local church or mowing an elderly person’s yard. Beauregard played quarterback for the high school football team, while maintaining his 4.0 GPA. He dated the head cheerleader and even became class president during his glory days attending high school, doing everything to make his family proud. However, there was one secret he kept from his family, especially his father. The fact he was attracted to men knowing their religious convictions on the matter.

Accepted into a number of Ivy Leagues, Beau chose to attend Yale where he studied business to follow in his father’s footsteps, but a professor there captivated him with history lessons, truly bringing the lesson to life. Eventually, he changed his major which nearly gave his father a stroke. Graduating top of his class, he eventually transferred to Harvard for his PhD, where he graduated top of the class.

Eventually, he worked at several colleges as an adjunct, until one day he managed to get an interview with Rochester University. It was not his first choice, given he wanted to stay up North, but he nailed the interview and it meant he could be close to his family. Now several years later, he continues to work at the university to his father’s dismay. And to much of Beau’s astonishment, he actually enjoys teaching and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Beauregard still lives a lavish lifestyle with his parents covering all his bills, paying for his rent and overall maintaining the life he was accustomed to. It does not come without a price though; he continues to live in the closet with only a select few people knowing about his sexual preferences. When he is not teaching, he can be found at the local cafes and in the back corner of the local bar establishments.

Beauregard is played by Amber

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 19 days

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Name: elijah jefferson Designation: submissive (former switch) Age: 35 Birthdate: 6th november 1988 Claim: dissolved Faceclaim: darren criss Orientation: homosexual Occupation: personal chef Kinks: bondage, roleplay, breathplay, pain play, public sex, sex toys, spanking, cnc, tpe, orgasm control/denial, somnophilia. Anti-Kinks: sounding, scat, gore, vore.

Key Points: - was born and raised in england & moved to america when he was 21 - is a recovering alcoholic / went to rehab when he was 22 - relapsed towards the end of his claim coming to an end when he was 30 - he is currently 2 years sober again - has written multiple books but has never published them or thought to publish them - comes from a well off/wealthy family - plays the piano, guitar and violin

BIO

Growing up, Elijah wanted for nothing. He wasn't spoilt but he got everything he could possibly want or need. His parents weren't as loving as they could have been and preferred to throw money at problems. Being an only child meant he was lonely which is how he ended up in the wrong crowd at the age of fifteen - they introduced him to alcohol and drugs and from there it was downhill for Elijah. His first relationship, when he was eighteen, was toxic and unhealthy and with a guy six years older than him. It lasted two years and when he overdosed for the first time, his parents finally intervened and tried to help however they failed to and that's when he got sent to America at the age of twenty-one to go and live with his Uncle. He met the man who would claim him only a few short months after living in America and it was him who pushed him to go to rehab when he was twenty-two. He grew dependent on his claim but they last eight long years and Elijah kept himself together, he got off of the drugs and he became a Chef which he adored doing. He picked up hobbies and made friends and his life was good until he claim cheated on him and he relapsed. Having to find himself again had proven very difficult for him and he had to fight his way back to being sober and single, only himself to rely on. Despite his troubles in life, Elijah was always someone who had the time of day for people. He may not have been his best self most of the time but that didn't mean he didn't care about people - it was himself he struggled to care about.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are. - My ex claim owned a restaurant and I had always had a love of cooking so when I finally got sober, he gave me a chance in his restaurant and my career started there. I moved up and got better and better which his help and support. After a couple of years, I landed a job as a head chef in a fancy ass restaurant and then my career took a little change, I became a personal chef for wealthy clients.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive? - I think there is always something for me to learn. When I got the mark as a switch, I thought it was brilliant as I could learn both sides and get a better understanding of both. It lead me to realise that I am in fact more submissive than Dominant and I take great pride in that. I don't always feel like a good submissive, but I do my best to try and be good.

How do you feel about authority? - It depends, really. I don't mind authority usually but if someone is a complete and utter asshole with it, it makes it hard for me to listen to them and/or want to show them respect. Despite my mark, I don't think I should be treated any less.

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 2 months

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Name: Henri Ruben Laurant Designation: Dom Age: 32 Birthdate: April 9th Claim: one service claim NPC Faceclaim: Grant Gustin Orientation: pansexual Occupation: owner of a new restaurant in town Kinks: exhibitionism, sensory play, body worship, multiple partners, pushing limits Anti-Kinks: incest, bathroom play, pet play, age play

Key Points: -Grew up in France -Socialite from an upper class family of influence -Has a history with the Smythe family -Is seen as pretty cold towards others -Has a loveless claim -Owns a new restaurant in town

BIO

Henri was born In France and lived there his whole life. His parents are wealthy and influential, so he was able to grow up comfortably. He also got to grow up in the same social circle as the Smythe family, which entangled him in their web. Unfortunately, his first love was Sebastian Smythe and that led him to an incredible amount of heartache. He thought they were in love, he knew he was, and then Sebastian broke up with him.

From then on, he erred on the side of caution and avoided romance. He didn’t really need it. Life could be lived without it. And he was a Dom, so he didn’t need to cozy up to anyone to get anything. So he didn’t. Soon enough, Sebastian was gone anyway, and he was actually relieved. Having the man he loved flirting with the entire room while he was standing right there hadn’t felt very good, especially after their breakup.

His mother wanted him to follow his dreams. His father wanted him to be fiscally responsible and carry on the Laurent legacy. Caught in the middle and not wanting to disappoint anyone, he ended up claiming someone simply for the convenience and to be able to satisfy his father. He has never loved this sub, never kissed him or had sex with him. He is there for service and nothing more. As far as others are concerned, he’s pretty cold now. He doesn’t let anyone close, though he does find it easy to make friends.

At his mother’s request, he booked himself a flight to go see somewhere new. She could see her son freezing over and knew that he was much kinder and sweeter than he let on and she was afraid that if things kept on the same, he would be that way forever. Now he’s here, and with his father’s influence he made sure to set himself up well so that he wouldn’t have to worry about how he was going to survive. When he arrived, he already had a home paid for, a restaurant site bought and paid for, and connections planned to get the restaurant up and running.

BIO QUESTIONS

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are. - It was a pretty easy road, honestly. My mom cooks, we used to cook together when I was a kid. I don’t know how long I plan on staying in town, so a restaurant seemed like a good idea. I can run it and make money for as long as I’m here, then close shop and leave without a hassle.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive? - I am one? There isn’t much to describe.

How do you feel about authority? - I mean, I’m usually the authority so I have a pretty good relationship with it.

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 3 months

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Name: Robin Gardner Designation: Dominant Age: 33 Birthdate: March 14, 1990 Claim: Dallas Evans-Gardner Faceclaim: Bradley James Orientation: Pansexual/AntiRomantic Occupation: Manager of Car Dealership Kinks: Breathplay, Temperature play, TPE, denial, exhibitionism, orgies, waterspouts, humiliation, pain play, sensory deprivation. Anti-Kinks: scat, romance anything, petplay, ageplay

Key Points:

Charismatic, easily likable

Can be attention seeking

Doesn’t trust easily, likes to keep things playful and nonexclusive for as long as possible

Extremely claustrophobic

BIO

TW - child abuse

Robin grew up in a home with parents who never really wanted him. He was an “oops” baby to young parents who didn’t have the capacity or desire to raise him in any kind of way. Robin was rambunctious as he grew older, always up to something and in the way. His parents would rather party, rather be out doing whatever it was they did, and they weren’t willing to spend the little money they had on a babysitter. So, many nights, they would dope him up with cough syrup and lock him in a closet in order to keep him “safe.” This led to hours of Robin crying and screaming, banging hard on the door until the cough syrup took its toll and he passed out. What’s worse - sometimes he’s parents would forget he was there, being woken from their hangovers a day or two later to the restart of his screaming and pounding.

His only salvation was his grandmother who checked in when she could, being a few hours a way, and he enjoyed all of his time with her. He would beg her to take him away every time she left, but not even she could believe his parents would do to him what he claimed. As Robin got older, locking him in a closet was no longer necessary, and in a moment of panic he removed all the closet doors in their small apartment. He never was able to put them back on or sleep with a door shut.

When Robin was 19 his grandmother passed and he no longer saw any point to staying close by and made his way to an institute. It was hard to find his claim, considering most of them insisted on romance being part of the deal. If his upbringing taught him anything, it was that no one was capable of loving him, if his own parents couldn’t. Then he met Dallas. And, Robin wasn’t in love with him, but there was something about him Robin just couldn’t shake. The more they got to know each other, the more he realized he wouldn’t be able to continue on through his life without Dallas, who agreed to claim as a submissive for him.

Robin always imagined multiple submissive, but there was no one else at their school who seemed to fit what the two of them had already built. So instead, they graduated and Robin took work selling cars at a car dealership, his charismatic charm making it easy. And when a promotion to run one of the locations came up, and when that location was near Dallas’ family, he jumped at it, making their way to Lima, Ohio.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are. - Honestly, I needed a job after Dallas and I graduated, and selling cars seemed like a good a job as any. Even better, Dallas could work at their repair centers, so it kind of worked out perfectly. How shocking it was when I discovered I was actually good at it. Slowly I worked my way up through sales and department supervisor, and was offered the manager position at the location here in Lima.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive?

- People have referred to me as “intense” and sometimes “strict.” I don’t know, maybe that’s true. I tend to be clear in what I want and how one can achieve it. I mean what I say and while I’m not usually open to whining about it, I’m happy to discuss and make the final decision.

How do you feel about authority?

- I am the authority. No, I’m mostly kidding. I can respect that authority is needed to make the world turn, and am willing to respect the authority of others. That being said, I don’t believe in authority based on anything other than earning it.

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 4 months

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Name: Dallas “Dally” Robert Evans Gardner Designation: Submissive (former Switch) Age: 35 Birthdate: April 10th Claim: Robin Gardner (Dominant) Faceclaim: Jensen Ackles Orientation: Pansexual Occupation: Mechanic Kinks: Impact Play, Bondage, Wax/Ice Play, Sensory Deprivation, Breath Play, Chastity/Orgasm Control/Denial, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism and pretty much open to anything if it’s not on anti-kinks Anti-Kinks: Scat, vomit, permanent marking and you’re always welcome to ask if you’re unsure

Key Points:

Very protective when it comes to his family or his Dominant

Has no real issues with the system itself and willing to give up complete control to those he trusts

Does occasionally stick his foot in his mouth

Is a flirt but overall harmless

BIO

Dallas was an unexpected surprise for Dwight and Mary Evans. The pair had only been graduated from their institution for a couple of months when they learned they were pregnant with him. Of course, the pair had planned on having children at some point in the future, but they had originally planned to wait and had thought they were being careful– but clearly not careful enough and the universe had other plans for them. They welcomed Dallas on April 10th, just shy of a year after they graduated and they fell in love with him as soon as he was born.

After their surprise pregnancy, Dwight and Mary did take extra precautions to avoid any further surprises and while money was tight, the family of three managed to make it work. Dallas grew up happy and healthy, and while he might not have had all the fancy things some of his friends might have had growing up, but he didn’t care because he had something more important– his parents love and their attention, and that never changed even when they decided to expand their family and Dallas became a big brother, which he took great pride in being and helped his parents take care of them, played with them, and made it his goal to be a good role model for them.

When it came time for Dallas to enroll into an institute, he was sad about leaving home but also excited to start the next chapter into his journey. Dallas found himself enjoying his time at the institute, but just a couple of years after he got there, he ended up having to temporarily travel back home because of an accident that injured his brother Sky and took the life of another brother Scotty. The loss of Scotty was hard, but Dallas was also thankful he hadn’t lost everyone that had been in the accident. Dallas remained home for a year, wanting to help with his family but it was his parents that finally encouraged him to return back to school and after a bit of pushing, and maybe his father had to use his Dom voice, Dallas reluctantly agreed to go back.

Dally never found himself with a preference for either side of his mark, because he enjoyed Dominating but he also got enjoyment out of submitting too and allowing someone else to take control during a scene, Dallas knew his father had been a Switch originally too and had also been on the fence when he was Dally’s age, and the deciding factor for Dallas was when he met Robin Gardner and the pair just seemed to click from the start. They got to know one another, they scened together, and when Robin eventually asked if Dally would consider claiming as a sub with them, Dallas found himself saying yes and the rest is history. The pair had a successful trial claim and before long their official claim was approved and when they both graduated were ready to begin their lives together.

Of course, Dally still enjoyed Dominating on occasion and while his Dominant wouldn’t submit to him, he did give Dallas free reign to play with other people as long as Dallas ran it by Robin at first and Dallas wasn’t being punished-- though in situations like that Dallas didn't even try to play with anyone else. The pair found their groove and Dallas even had the chance to further his love for working with his hands and on cars and managed to get a job as a mechanic. He’s always had a passion for working with his hands– a trait he most likely got from his father– and enjoys helping those struggling with money by fixing their cars for free or at a fraction of the cost on his own time. Even if some might think he’s silly for putting in the work and not getting paid, Dally understands struggles with money and making ends meet, and if he can make someone else’s life a bit easier than he’s willing to do it.

When Robin mentioned they were going to be moving to Ohio because of work, Dallas was thrilled by the news. He’d been considering how to approach Robin with his desire to be closer to his family again, especially his brothers, and the universe seemed to be listening and made it happen. Dallas had remained in touch with his brothers, but it had been far too long since he’d actually been able to see them and he wasn’t going to pretend like he wasn’t excited to see Sam and Sky again and hear all about what they’d been up to. Dallas told his parents that he and Robin were going to be moving near the twins but asked them to not say anything to either Sam or Sky because he wanted the chance to surprise them once he got there.

BIO QUESTIONS

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are.

I take after my dad in the sense I like to work with my hands, but while he's into construction, I enjoy being able to fix up cars, trucks, bikes and have them running almost like knew and being able to help those less fortunate keep their vehicles running by doing it on my own time if needed. The fact I can also keep mine and Robin's cars running on my own is also just a nice bonus.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive?

I would describe myself as an adventurous and playful submissive because I trust my Dominant and would try… probably anything because I know I would be in safe hands regardless of the scene. I’m also playful, though Robin has referred to me as a brat, because of the fact I have been known to tease or be sassy if I’m feeling in the mood to play and I'm not getting the attention I desire.

How do you feel about authority?

Authority has it’s uses and I’ll be the first to admit my mouth does occasionally get me into trouble if I’m not careful. I’ve got no problem respecting people, but I’m more inclined to respect those that show me respect first. The only time we’ll have a real problem is if you try and disrespect my Dominant or my family in front of me.

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 8 months

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Name: Diego Ezequiel Torres Designation: Dom Age: 32 Birthdate : November 20th, 1990 Claim: Riley Torres Faceclaim: Taylor Zahkar Perez Orientation: Bisexual king Occupation: Lawyer in his father’s firm Kinks: daddy kink, hair pulling Anti-Kinks: scat, gore, bodily fluids

Key Points: - Always cheerful - Bookworm and friendly - Easily offended by the bad in the world - Athletic even when tired

BIO:

Diego Ezequiel Torres comes from a wealth family. His father, a famous laywer, now a famous judge but always famous and important, comes from a rich family in Colombia. Diego would never dig about it, but some of the money might have not been achieve from good deeds, but from drugs and narcos. Even when the Torres family has resounding name, he always try to ommit it when meeting somebody new, there’s a strange fear in the back of Diego’s head that would nag it and repeat him that they are befriending him because of his money. He is always in a good mood, even when his mother shows up late at night and drunk, he tries to keep positive about life. Celina and Franco Torres, his parents, have raised him to be respectful and kind, but not by example, as Diego has often seen his mother treat people like shit. His education was private, of course, and he had to admit he lived at the library. Scores were important, and reputation was even more, so he was elected Valedictorian, best in class and also best student among his peers. Moving to Lima was not an easy decision, but independence was needed and even when his parents were adamant that he needed to stay at home and continue his work in the big city, he decided the Torres law firm needed to branch out to new horizons. He is a Dom by nature, not only because he was raise like that by his parents, but also because he is always stubborn and firm about his decisions. Diego wants become a judge like his father, but he doesn’t want to do it for the money, in fact, his plan is going pro bono and help everybody he can. He is sure Lima will be a land of new opportunities and friendships and he plans on taking the world from there. He met Riley when he was young, and they hit it off immediately, Diego doesn’t know if it was because of her submissive nature but they were young and they’ve been together for ten years now. It’s not a perfect relationship, sometimes Riley gets too clingy or he gets too stray, but they are hanging on in there.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are. - I’m a lawyer by birth and heart, my father has taught me everything I know about being the best.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive? - I’m a Dom by nature, I like to boss people around but I have a heart as well.

How do you feel about authority? - I’m not good with authority, to be honest, but the law must be obeyed, always.

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 1 year

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Congrats April (and welcome back!) with your application for Harrison Schuester (Townsperson). Please check out this page for what to do next, and send us his blog within 48 hours! Happy to have you here!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: April Preferred pronoun: she/her Age: ancient Timezone/Country: CST RP Experience: 10+ years Activity Level: 5 - 6/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Harrison Schuester Designation: Dom Age: 29 Birthdate: April 24th Claim: Has one NPC Claim but looking for a 2nd claim Faceclaim: Lucas Bravo Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Chef/Restaurateur Kinks: Sensation Play, Bondage, Breath Play, Impact Play, Body Worship Anti-Kinks: Watersports, age play, scat

Key Points:

Arrogant. Harrison has always thought very highly of himself but once he started to surround himself with other chefs, his arrogance only grew.

Charming. While his arrogance usually turns people off of Harrison, he can use his charm to usually reel them back in if he wants.

Level-headed/Aloof. Harrison has learned to keep his emotions in check, which can make him come across as cold and emotionless when you first meet him.

Harrison does have an existing claim but it’s a claim of convenience, so he would like to find one that’s more meaningful.

BIO:

Being the child of the Headmaster of an Institute was a double-edged sword. While most people found the transition from high school to an Institute daunting, Harrison always knew what would be expected of him, no matter what his future assigned role would be. His childhood was fairly uneventful as both his parents were loving and present their lives, even though they both were also dedicated to their jobs at the Institute. The Schuester children got into all the same kind of mischief that other children their age usually found themselves in. The only thing that was different though, is that the mischief was to be done behind clothes doors. Being the Headmaster of an Institute meant that how others perceived him and his family was one of the most important things to their father, so they were to be the very image of the perfect BDSM family when in public. This caused Harrison to learn to keep his emotions in check at a very young age so that he could be the perfect little robot that his father expected him to be. Any mischief also had to be completely cleaned up by them by the time their mother would find it due to her extreme OCD and mysophobia. Although she did do a fairly good job of making her disorders did not affect any of the children too much.

Right after they received their designations, his best friend, Lucy - who would be attending the same Institute as him - confided to Harrison that she was AroAce. They both knew that this was practically a one-way ticket to the auction house, especially for a submissive such as Lucy. To make sure that never happened, Harrison and Lucy formed a pact the summer before starting at the Institute to enter into a mutually beneficial claim. This would allow Harrison to focus on getting the required points he would need for graduation promptly so that he could start culinary school as soon as possible, while giving Lucy a safe claim where she wouldn’t have to compromise who she was. Their plan ultimately succeeded. After the appropriate amount of time, their claim was approved and soon after that, they both had the required amount of points to leave the Institute.

Harrison’s immediate goal after graduation was to attend the Culinary Institute of America. Although he had no preference on which campus he would ultimately attend, Harrison felt he could stand out more in their San Antonio one. He also knew that he needed to work in a culinary position for several months before they would even bother to consider him for admission, so again, he felt that it would be easy for him to get a position in a restaurant in Texas over fighting for one in California or New York. His intuition proved correct, and he was able to secure a position at one of the more upscale restaurants, which then led into his acceptance to the CIA. After completing his Masters, Harrison got a position as the sous chef of one of the finest restaurants in San Antonio.

He and Lucy had been quite happy in San Antonio, with the Executive Chef at the restaurant already grooming him to be his replacement in a few years, so Harrison never expected to move back to Ohio. However, even he didn’t understand the lengths that his father would go to when it came to protecting his image. Allegations began to surface about his father’s inappropriate behavior with students at the Institute, which included blackmailing students by framing them with illegal drugs. To keep the main bulk of the allegations out of the public’s knowledge, his father accepted a plea deal of 18 months in jail. To be able to support his mother through this difficult time, Harrison decided it was time to move closer to her. While he had no desire to move back to Lima, he knew that his friend had recently moved to another town in Ohio. Harrison checked out the town and realized that besides a charming little diner, there weren't any other seemingly good restaurants in town. With the help of the Executive Chef of the restaurant where he had worked for the past few years, Harrison found himself moving to Riverdale. While trying to find out if he had what it took to run a successful restaurant, Harrison also decided that now would be a good time to find a potential second claim that would be more than just one of convenience.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are.

My siblings are fairly gullible, so it started as me going into the kitchen and trying to make the grossest thing I could think of to see if I could get them to eat it. Over time, it turned into going into the kitchen and trying to make the best thing I could think of so that I could see their reactions. Now, it’s all about seeing that same reaction on strangers’ faces.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive?

The best way to describe me as a Dominant is firm but fair. Being my claim means that you understand that I set the ground rules, but I will always listen to the submissive and consider their wants and needs while establishing the rules. Also, I tend to keep emotions out of any punishments so that they are reasonable.

How do you feel about authority?

Authority is to be respected no matter what your place is. It is needed to maintain order, but one has to make sure that they don’t let the power go to their head and abuse their authority.

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