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Seeing how coy the man was, he didn’t look at this reaction as a gesture of declination and more so the reserved nature of the other, smiling sweetly at him in return. Waylon sure was a good person; a nice change for once after dealing such long and tedious moments with Miles. Despite the fact that the man before him wasn’t as flirtatious and seemed disinterested —- at least he never said anything bad to Valentino, or judged him. It has been a long… long time since he could have a conversation with someone who wasn’t out for bad blood with him. Almost feeling emotional about it, he held back any outbursts, meaning to keep his level-headed exterior.
“I really do like it, bambino. You have skilled hands… it’s quite fascinating.” Holding onto said hand, he toyed with his digits, curiously bending them gently to see how they moved and how they reacted; being this close to him almost made him remember of the good times, when Gluskin was still well and alive. But he’d rather not let his mind slip into that dark corner again, not wanting to have the flashbacks that were caused due to the radio waves Murkoff poisoned him with – the entire town – all those people; it was ugly to see the past, when all he wanted was to go back there.
Lifting his head off of the man, his gaze low in contrast to his usual flirty nature, knowing that he’d be declined —- and all he wanted right now was to feel home again, to feel as if everything was okay again. “I can make you one as well, unless you aren’t fond of them?” Eventually, he let go of the man’s hand, moving his fingers through delicate flowers instead. “Are you allergic to sweet maries?” He asked suddenly, being caught up with his past and a memory of his, remembering the face so clearly of the boy who was getting a reaction from those flowers in particular, so he couldn’t help the question. “Or any other plant?” The taller added, attempting to go back to the reality before him.
flirtation --- was not something that waylon was good at. he hardly put any effort into trying to be smooth with anything. in his own eyes, he was dorky && lame. he could fix a computer in the blink of an eye, but to offer a woman flowers would be a difficult feat for him. he’d rather just burying his nose into a book or a phone than take part in any sort of risky social interaction. with val, he was more calm than usual -- but he still shielded himself behind a ‘calm’, scholarly exterior ( even though, obvious signs of social anxiety ensued ). shaking hands and trembling lips were few of these uncomfortable signs his would display when talking to the other.
❝ i’m glad you like it. ❞ the blond replied with a soft chuckle; his hand falling limp in the other’s grasp. for once, his skin didn’t look deathly pale in comparison to another person touching him -- considering they both had a similar milky complexion. ❝ guess it comes from being quick with typing. ❞ waylon said, looking away from the other awkwardly. was this val attempting to flirt with him? he’d assume not, since the other just ( seemed ) to have a naturally flirty nature. every person he’d seen them talk to they seemed to show the same affection for -- even miles, whom he claimed to hate with some passion.
snapping himself out of his own thoughts, he stared for a moment. val was offering to make him one in return? he didn’t make the crown expecting one back, but he wouldn’t turn down such a kindness. ❝ i--i mean, if you want to make me one. i wouldn’t mind. ❞ looking at the other’s choice in flowers, he simply nodded. he wasn’t aware of any allergies, but either way -- he’d take his chance. ❝ no, i don’t believe so. ❞ general allergies, yes. but nothing that would kill him on contact. watching val’s fingers weave through the flowers, he was engrossed in watching them make a nearly perfect crown for him; enough to make him feel that his was hardly on par when it came to craftsmanship.
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BOLD what your muse can do.
REPOST, don’t reblog.
TAG ten muses.
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language| dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock
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TAGGED BY : @val666ntino
TAGGING : @gangguro , @reporth , @darlingroom
BODY.
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT.
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
SKIN.
Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled.
EYES.
Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Sunken.
HAIR.
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).
COSMETICS.
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. (HS!AU) Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder.Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it only from time to time. Never wears make-up.
SCENT.
Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal.
CLOTHES.
Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt . Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Fur. Faux fur.
SHOES.
Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high boots. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.
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❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
questions.
staring at the other in blatant horror, waylon’s legs refused to move. no matter how hard he tried to wiggle from the man’s grasp, it was hopeless. he was intent on keeping him close – so close. his ankle pulsed, gushing blood; the pain && his own confusion causing his head to spin round and round. sweat and tears rolled down his face, the blond’s body trembling with anxiety ( && fear ). ❝ i WON’T, i won’t!! ❞, he shouted out of terror. he just wanted him to let go -- it scared him to be held so closely; what more could he do to him? that was a question that he didn’t want the answer to.
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miles/waylon
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CONT ; &&. @val666ntino
nervous eyes turned to val, wondering if he actually enjoyed the gift or not. nibble fingers looped the stems of the flowers together seamlessly, almost creating a photo-esque scene on the other’s head. brightly colored flowers against pale blond hair contrasted beautifully in the sunlight. waylon could hardly keep himself from staring at the scene from behind thick lenses.
❝ thanks ------- i hoped you’d like it... ❞ , the look on his face confirmed that he actually did appreciate the gesture.
allowing the other to simply hold his hands, an obvious look of panic crossed his features -- not because he was scared, but because he wasn’t expecting such close interaction with him. ❝ i think it looks...nice. ❞ he said, reaching over to straighten out the crown a little.
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.: OUTLAST :. Waylon’s bridal gown
It from this picture
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"Ciao bambino, come stai 😎👉"
❝ …NO. ❞
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why didn't i let eddie kill me
waylon - as danny describes
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❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ (fuck me up REAAAL good)
questions.
palms flat on the table between them, he refuses to let the groom get any closer. if anything --- a couple more feet between them would be ideal. luckily enough for him, the man was capable of ( some form ) of civil conversation; if you could call it that. for the time being, he seemed at ease, but waylon knew better than to let an act fool him. ❝ yes. stay away from me. ❞ he spoke firmly -- or as firmly as his shaky, breathless tone would allow for. no matter how much he would run away, no matter how much he tried to escape him, he just wouldn’t understand what it meant. spewing nonsense about love && marriage. please ---- he understood nothing of what a healthy relationship was like.
❝ i’m not staying here with you --- i -- i need to get home. ❞
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having to write tbt is bothering me.
#✰ ╴𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 / ooc.#✰ ╴𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 / ic.#✰ ╴𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝟤𝟧𝟥𝟨 / main.#✰ ╴𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓎𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒 / aes.#✰ ╴𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁... / meme.#✰ ╴𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 / musing.#✰ ╴ 1 0 2 6 0 1 1 0 7 5 6 / about.#✰ ╴ 𝓂𝓇. 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓁𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 / waylon.#✰ ╴ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 / eddie.#✰ ╴ 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 / miles.
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❛ You called for back up? ❜
questions.
a dead gaze lingers on the woman’s features -- too exhausted to reply. how long had it been since he was begging for help? it felt like hours -- hours && hours that he had to spend in this hellish place. waylon was exhausted; more than exhausted. the atmosphere took a great toll on his quiet, reserved nature. his normal calm - demeanor shifted to paranoia. it was as if he was an actual patient there. -- which by technicalities he was. but waylon park was no mad man. he was simply a computer scientist with the poorest luck.
❝ can you get me out of here? ❞ a vaguely panicked tone asks.
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Muse’s worst traits {Bold + italic what applies!}
Tagged by: @val666ntino
Aggressive / Callous / Cannibal / Careless / Compulsive / Cowardly / Domineering / Envious / Greedy / Gullible / Hypocritical / Impatient / Impolite / Incompetent / Ill-tempered / Kidnapper / Lazy / Liar / Materialistic / Manipulative / Murderer / Obsessive / Over-critical / Over Emotional / Patronizing / Sarcastic / Self-indulgent / Serial Killer / Torturer / Touchy / Traitorous / Unclean / Unpredictable / Untidy / Vain / Vengeful /
Tagging: @gangguro , @obecarefullittleeyes , @reporth
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oi, I just saw that you take requests, so , just because I REALLY love your art style, can you do eddie gluskin and Waylon park (from Outlast : Whistleblower ) please?? ps : your art and blog made me love gluskin even more (have a good evening) ^^
success Thank you
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Outlast comic I did a while back, thought I’d post it here cuz whhhy not~
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