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thesoulesscollection · 2 months

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Even More Choc Hcs #3

Hey. Me again with some more Choc content cause I can't help myself.

Here's some prior posts about my dear boy if you've missed out on them.

First Post.

Second Post.

Tw/Tags: Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Implied Self Harm

The sentiment that reminds me most of Choc is this one;

Similar to the sun; from afar he's a giving source of warmth and comfort but upon someone getting close and personal, one is sure to be burned in his wake.

His role in the clan is kinda all over the place. Currently he prefers to take it slow, now he merely observes his surroundings. Always has an eye on everything.

But people usually refer to him as the clan's jester. Knows how to pick up any sour mood and lift it. His jokes are mostly light hearted but truthfully speaking, he can dig his knife in deep. The jokes can range vastly. It can be personal and or on the edge of insulting.

Cross dresses both in private and in public. The second is often done for assignments that needed him to be undercover. Clothing of any kind has no gender for him. It started up in his mid to late thirties and was explored in the following years after.

^ Similar with makeup it is only ever done for job purposes. Tends to do more down to earth looks and only done it for his undercover work. But he does have a natural knack for it.

Struggles with his weight and has an awful relationship with food that as he gets up there in age, he's unable to keep weight on for a long time and so it fluctuates noticeably. Nowadays is very skinny, whereas he used to be more packed up with muscle

^ Can't handle most if not all sorts of food without getting sick as a result so he often goes without eating for long periods of time. Though he snacks in smaller amounts or eats mostly candy to quench the hunger

A lot of people underestimate him for his gangly appearance, cheerfully goofy personality, and clumsy nature. People who are simply around him, either friends or not, have to make sure he doesn't get hurt.

^ Since he's skinny, people just tend to easily move him out of harm's way when he isn't paying attention. He's almost a walking disaster set to happen and everyone knows that.

Natural blond and wavy hair, it's near platinum with streaks of white but he's dyed it brown since he was both old enough to do it himself or have his sister help him. Done out of pettiness. Continues to dye it but now has either Matilda Ivy or Earrings help.

Has a full set of false golden teeth due to a very serious injury that then led to an equally bad health issue he won't disclose what happened. It gives off an uncanny aura.

^ Got long, thin scars that go across his cheeks then up his cheekbones to his ears. It is related to the first issue up above.

On the topic of scars, he has plenty of them all across his body. Partly due to his clumsiness but also there's some that are self-inflicted. He does tend to bandage up really well so no one will see

^ To better describe the major scars: there's two long slashes on his back that are a bit below his shoulders to half way down, one on the small of his back, and another two, smaller on the top of his head that's hidden by his hair.

^ There's of course, minor scars as well that litter across the man's body, like the slashes stretched across his arms, thighs, etc.

Went through a lot of partners. Like a comedic amount of them that he can no longer count on his fingers or try to remember them all. All the way from his youth to now, the majority of them had either having ended not so amicably or in tragedy

From the tips of his fingers up to his elbow and the same goes from his toes up to his knees are colored a deep midnight, nearly black. Above the elbows/knees, are where his veins are painted gold. Its origins are likely from the use of rarely known magic.

Can mimic the voices of other people to perfection. Also with mannerisms, and facial expressions. All done with uncanny ease.

Choc's Relationships:

Cherry Kinsley: Daughter. He's very overprotective, nearly like a helicopter parent over his only child to the point it can be suffocating to her.

Honey Kinsley: Sister. A complicated relationship, a rivalry where they were pitted against each other throughout their life. But they don't despise each other. Kinda codependent

Truffles Kinsley: Mother. Often she was emotionally negligent and distant with her child, more with her first born child and son, Choc. Nonexistent sort of relationship.

Ronald Kinsley: Father. Cold, curt relationship. Again nonexistent like the one he has with his mother. But here it's more obvious there's no love to be had between them. Verbally harsh, cruel even towards his two children, mostly to his son.

Candy Kinsley: Grandmother. Was the one to basically raise his sister and him. Very strict, traditional in her child rearing and was also, financially, mentally and verbally controlling. Put a lot of pressure on both of them to be perfect.

Canon Character(s):

Sir Wilford IV: Had a mentor/mentee relationship with the past leader. Choc looked up to the older man, not only a role model but also a parental figure he never had.

Reginald Copperbottom: They have a complicated dynamic as the chief is on edge around the candymaker. He views Choc as two-faced and more than what other people see him as. No trust is to be had here between them.

Right Hand Man: They respect each other quite well. Work well together whenever on a raid or not. Despite everything, Choc's laid back, cheerful and goody attitude, manages to make the deputy laugh

Carol Cross: Another close friend of his. They simply like to hang out when they have the free time to just chatter away and gossip. More so Carol talks and Choc listens.

Mr. Macbeth: Close friend, had been since their young adulthood starting up during their active years in their growing roles as Toppat members.

Toppat Clan: His family has been with the clan since his grandmother's arrival, many decades ago. He feels the strong need to stay despite his overall complicated feelings over the clan and how it's run.

^ Only his daughter and him are the last remaining Kinsley family who'd stayed around in the clan.

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bluebutlikenotalways · 1 month

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👗 or 💋 for my dear guy, Choc? Ty again sm. Hopefully I'm just bombarding you here with the requests. Your art is always amazing to see

👗 dressed for the club!

💋 in sexy attire!

You’re not bombarding me at all! I love taking your requests and Choc is a fave of mine ^-^

I’m just so bad at drawing him TT-TT

I’m not good at sexy 😔

and man is ready for the club

genuinely idk which outfit is for which XD

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#Choc Kinsley #Friend’s oc #eye strain

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Toddler Series #5: Spending time with Mommy

Kim Seokjin

“Come stand here Kade,” you said as you pointed to the small step stool that was in front of the kitchen counter. Kaiden nodded and stepped up onto it, his little hands griping the counter for support.

“Wanna help mommy make cookies?” You asked and he nodded rapidly, making you giggle. You quickly rolled out some of the cookie dough while Kaiden watched you curiously. You then grabbed a small bag of cookie cutters, all of which were shaped like different animals. You spread them out on the counter and let Kaiden have his pick of them.

“What’s this Kade?” You asked as you pointed to the dog shaped cutter that he had picked up.

“Dog,” he chirped and you nodded. You watched him as he tried to press the cutter into the cookie dough, but he wasn’t strong enough. “Mommy,” he looked up at you helplessly and you smiled at his pouty face.

“Need mommy to help?” You wondered and he nodded in affirmation. You placed your hands on his and helped him press the cutter into the dough. Once you two had made a bunch of different animals, Kaiden helped you place them on the cookie sheet before you slid them into the oven.

“Now, we just have to wait,” you announced and Kaiden looked away from the oven door up at you.

“Cookie done?” He pointed to the oven and you just shook your head.

“In a little while,” you said and he nodded slowly.

Min Yoongi

“Mommy,” you looked up from your hands to see Kinsley sitting directly in front of you. The both of you were sitting on yours and Yoongi’s bed, Kinsley watching cartoons while you painting your nails.

“What is it sweetheart?” You asked and she pointed down at your hand.

“Pretty,” she cooed. “Me pretty,” she added as she pointed to her own hand.

“Oh, you want mommy to make your hands pretty too?” You asked and she nodded. You picked her up and sat her in your lap so that her back was against your chest. You looked inside your box of different colored nail polishes and picked out a soft pink color for her that was somewhat similar to the pink that you had on your nails.

“You have to stay still, ok baby?” You said and she nodded as you set her chubby little hand on your thigh. You twisted open the cap on the bottle and after wiping the excess polish off onto the edge of the bottle, you proceeded to paint her small little nails. Once you were done, you put the cap back on the bottle before setting it back inside the box with the other polishes.

“Now, we have to dry them,” you said as you picked up her right hand and blew on her nails, making her giggle from the sensation on her fingers. Once you thought that her nails were dry enough, you held them out so that she could look at them.

“Pretty mommy?” She wondered as she looked up at you. You nodded and left a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“The prettiest.”

Kim Namjoon

You slowly walked up the stairs behind Mason, letting him take his time since he was sitting getting used to using the stairs on his own. Once the two of you made it to the second story, you led him down the hall into his bedroom.

“Go and pick your book for story time buddy,” you said as you made yourself comfortable in the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room. Mason went over to the small, baby sized bookcase and looked over his choices. It always made you laugh at how much of a little person he was starting to become and just how much he was starting to act more and more like Namjoon.

“Mommy,” he said and you looked down to see him holding a copy of Jack and the Beanstalk. You groaned internally, because it was Mason’s favorite story and you had lost track of how many times you’ve read it to him over the last year.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna read something else tonight buddy?” You asked and he shook his head adamantly. Nodding, you picked him up and set him in your lap. He made himself comfortable on you, laying his head against your chest as you opened up the book and began to read to him.

About halfway through, you noticed that Mason had gotten quiet and after looking down, you saw him fast asleep. Smiling, you closed the book and set it down on the table next to you before standing up. You walked over to his crib and gently laid him down, covering him up with his blanket afterwards.

“Good night Mase,” you whispered as you placed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

Jung Hoseok

“Hey, no fighting,” you scolded as you plucked the crayon out from in between Lennox and Berkeley, who had both previously been having a tug of war with it. “There’s enough for the both of you to share.”

“Mommy, blue,” Lennox whined as he reached for the crayon in your hand. You handed it to him, only to be met with a loud whimper from Berkeley.

“Hey, stop it,” you told her. “Why don’t you use another color while you wait your turn?” You suggested as you picked up a green crayon and held it out to her. “Daddy likes green.” She looked up at you curiously and after you nodded again, she took the crayon out of your hands and began to use it.

“Mommy, loo,” Lennox exclaimed as he pointed to the sheet of paper he had been working on. You leaned over and looked at it, laughing when you saw that he had just managed to color the entire thing blue.

“It’s beautiful baby boy,” you smiled. “Let me see yours Berk,” you said as you leaned over to look at her picture. She had done slightly better than her brother, using a little more variety in the colors she had chosen. “Looks like I just have two little artists on my hands now, huh?” You teased.

“Up,” Berkeley said as she pointed to the refrigerator. You nodded and grabbed both of their pictures before walking over to the fridge. You pushed some of their other masterpieces to the side to make room for the new ones and hung them up, putting magnets on top to keep them in place.

“Daddy see?” Lennox asked and you nodded your head.

“Daddy will see them when he gets home,” you promised. “Now, it’s nap time you two,” you announced, only to be met with a loud pair of whines.

Park Jimin

“Noah,” you called as you walked into his bedroom and looked up from his small little table where he had been coloring. “Wanna come help mommy?” He pouted softly and you knew it was because he didn’t want to leave his coloring behind. You moved your hands out from behind your back and showed him the small brownie that you had in your hand.

“Come help mommy and you can get the brownie,” you cajoled him. He pursed his lips out for a second and it looked like he was contemplating your offer.

“Cuddle?” He asked and you giggled as you nodded your head.

“And cuddles too,” you promised. He got up from his little chair and followed behind you as you both walked downstairs to the living room. The room was covered with a bunch of Noah’s toys and other miscellaneous things. “Help mommy pick up your toys like a big boy, ok?” You asked and Noah nodded before setting to work. You straightened the more difficult areas of the living room while Noah picked up his toys and set them in the small bin that you and Jimin had pushed against one wall.

“Mommy, done,” You looked down and saw Noah pulling on the leg of your jeans. “Choc?” He asked, trying to say chocolate and you knew he was asking for the brownie. You chuckled as you pulled it out of your pocket and unwrapped it for him before setting it in his hands.

“Want your cuddles now too?” You questioned and he nodded rapidly as he chewed on the brownie. You picked him up and sat down on the couch with him in your lap, running your hands over his hair.

“Some?” Noah asked as he held the brownie up to your lips. You smiled and opened your mouth, letting him feed it to you.

“Thank you Noey,” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

Kim Taehyung

“Mommy, me help,” Spencer said as she tapped your thigh repeatedly.

“Ok, just give me a second Spence,” you chuckled as you set the basket of laundry down on top of you and Taehyung’s bed. You then bent down and picked Spencer up, setting her on the bed next to the basket.

“You remember how we fold the towels?” You asked her as you held up a small face towel. You slowly folded one so that she could see how you did it. Once you were done, you handed her another one from the basket and watched as she placed all of her concentration in trying to fold it the way you had shown her.

“Daddy will be home soon and then we’re gonna eat dinner and then it’ll be bath time for Spence,” you said as you looked down at her. “Do you want mommy to do your hair tonight?” Spencer nodded without looking up from her towel, which made you giggle. Eventually, you managed to fold all of the towels in the basket while Spencer was still working on the first one.

“Done,” she exclaimed, holding the towel up for you inspect. You smiled, seeing that the towel was not folded at all the way that you had shown her, but you were proud of the fact that she had tried so hard.

“Great job Munchkin,” you smiled as you laid a kiss on her forehead, which made her smile.

Jeon Jungkook

You held the door to the salon open and watched as Ava stepped inside cautiously. You walked in behind her and held your hand out, which she took ahold of immediately.

“Hi Y/N,” your regular hairdresser greeted you. “I see you have the little one with you today.”

“Hi,” you smiled. “Yeah, Jungkook and I figured that it was time for her first haircut,” you said.

“Not a problem,” the hairdresser nodded. “Anything particular that you were looking for?”

“We’d like it to be evened up a bit, and maybe cut the front a little so that it’s not in her eyes as much,” you explained. Soon enough, Ava was sat in a booster seat in the regular styling chair, looking up at you warily.

“It’ll be ok Angel,” you assured her, holding her hand and squeezing it softly. The hairdresser made quick work of wetting Ava’s hair and cutting it. After she was done, she turned on the blow-dryer and started to dry Ava’s hair, which made her giggle.

“Feels silly huh?” You grinned as you watched her shake her head back and forth against the force of the wind. Once her hair was dry, your hair dresser took the extra step in styling for you.

“Thank you so much,” you said as you looked at your hair dresser.

“It’s no problem,” she shrugged. “She was the perfect little customer.”

“You look so pretty Angel,” you cooed at Ava, which made her giggle. “Wanna smile for a picture for daddy?” You asked as you pulled out your phone. She smiled widely, making you smile as you snapped the picture and sent it to Jungkook.

“The most beautiful girl in the world,” you grinned.

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thesoulesscollection · 8 days

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Under The Sun (Thsc Fic)

I've been wanting to write something for my dear Oc, Choc but I never got the chance to until now. Here I wanted to expand on him as a character while exploring his relationships. This one-shot revolved his interactions with Mr. Macbeth. Hope everyone enjoys reading this. It came out better than I thought.

Combat boots hit the dirt ground with a thud and the heat waves of a summer day sends him to a slight stumble.

“Careful there, big guy” Soon in his tired haze stricken with a mild case of a heatstroke, he hears a chipper voice lull him out. “You don't want to trip over your two left feet and get a face full of the dirt below, would you?”

Macbeth switches his drowsy attention from straight ahead over to the source. Naturally loud, booming and smooth. Sure knows how to captivate someone in one shameless easy going swoop. Intensely scolding heat rises in his broad chest up to his face with his ears getting the brunt of it, turning a bright scarlet red. He coughs in his hand then uses it after to brush aside the beads of collected sweat from his bare head.

“It'll be very embarrassing for you, won't it?”

It would indeed be quite the harsh fall. As the ground below was a good foot distance from where he stood on the train and it's made out from rough dirt and jagged rocks. All it would take is one single awkward misstep on those steep metal stairs to ensure Macbeth let the earth swallow him up.

Alone he handled it well as he went to dust off the grime, ignoring the blistering pain that surfaced around his likely scratched face and trudge along as if it's nothing. However that wasn't the case here and now. If it happened in front of another soul, anyone else, he likely would be a little flustered, yes on the matter as he aggressively swore them to secrecy.

This he couldn't hide from. Not so easily. The other man at his side was built differently, he is eagle eyed and observant. Ready to pick on the details and tear them apart.

“Need to hold my hand to steady yourself for a sec?” He's reluctant. A hand, bandaged, is held out to him waiting for his response. Eyes flicker between the hand to the ground then back, trailing up the arm. Once the bandages stop at the elbow he notices the bare skin is a distinct charcoal color with the faint veins a light gold color. It wasn't any of his business to begin with but Macbeth had been worried about that fact with his oldest friend. The thin material protected him from serious damage, and he should know however there came the underlying fear it won't be enough. He wasn't the only one in the clan who shared a similar intuition when it came to that fact despite the man generally being a goofy guy nobody can sincerely hate.

Why would they?

“I'm all set here” Respectfully he kept his drooping gaze set firmly to the ground, afraid it may trail further to somewhere he couldn't explain. “Thank you though”

“Ain't going to kill you”

Where the hand pulls away, Macbeth drags a stilted breath. Awkward tension could be cut down by a dull knife. The hand returns again with a vengeance, grabs onto his wrist to the point it begins to hurt. Yet he didn't make an attempt in tugging free.

“Look at me” It orders him, firm, no room for an argument. Although it wasn't like Macbeth would've won anyways. He listens, steadies his slumped posture and looks up. “Good boy. I hope you do know I'm looking out for you as a friend” The unintentional pet name spoken in a whisper doesn't go unnoticed by him. Warmth uncomfortably settled in his gut.

What he sees staring back at him does him no favors. Golden eyes with hints of vibrant orange and reds swirling together are locked onto his dull gray. As if staring at the blazing sun up in the sky up close and personal that left Macbeth in awe, he couldn't look away from. Until it burns a gaping hole into his soul.

“I know, Choc. I know”

A part of him nuzzled deep in his own psyche suddenly feels very inadequate compared to his friend. Where he wasn't anything special to look twice at, really, described to be dull, too rashly hot headed acting before thought and he wasn't necessarily good with either his words or feelings. Classic socially inept, cold shut in.

Then came along Choc, a social butterfly able to light up the mood who back in the day was considered conventionally attractive, had people draping off his every word. Still was in Macbeth's eyes, only in a different way, even when long years amongst fraught sickness clearly wore down his friend. As he can look past the plentiful amount of gruesome scars on the man, across his sun kissed face, past his gold row of sharp teeth, and his unnatural skinny body, it just adds on to ruggish charm. Macbeth then scanned him from head to toe, at one time there were firm muscles laid ever so nicely on the man that had melted away to skin and bones over the years.

“Then you should know better, right?” Choc responds in an even tone and Macbeth feels worse. He isn't intending to worry him. This isn't what he meant to do.

“Don't need you guilting me, I know”

“I'm not. You of all people should know that. As your closest friend. I can worry”

Today was a stressful day as it is, being the train conductor holding both all the Toppats’ most prized possessions and the majority of their members. It was his assigned priority to travel back and forth from one port to another for the clan. So he's built to stay set on a tight schedule that he held high expectations and standards which he's behind on. However he is thankful they got to one small port despite the delay in a reasonable time frame. So he doesn't need this right now.

Really, didn't need it as Choc's hands cupped his tentatively in utmost care and led the way.

“Don't get time in the world for this, y’know that right?” Half-heartedly Macbeth pleads, from his free hand, fingers pinch the bridge of his flat nose, his gruff voice gains an octave then he dryly swallows.

A chuckle bursts out of Choc, shrugging, with a twinkle in his eyes, walking a few feet from the train through a path of bushes, “Dontcha worry. I do think we can squeeze in a couple minutes and relax, yes?” Choc lazily went to suggest though they knew it wasn't a choice, more an order.

“The others won't like it. The chief surely won't”

“They'll survive,” Choc scoffs, a hint of hidden agitation seeps in. “Maybe not the chief in his haughtiness with that gloriously pretentious stick shoved so far up his ass”

“Choc”

Soon the man in question stops in his tracks in front two trees, looking behind his shoulder at Macbeth, an unreadable expression on his face until he softens and discreetly rolls his eyes. “It's true, isn't it? Someone's gonna get real tired of it soon and do something about that”

Nobody should ever be brazen to detest the chief, his diligent reign brought the clan to new heights they haven't seen in a while, at least Macbeth thought so.

“He's under a lot of pressure” Macbeth adds in defense to the chief's name.

“Shouldn't be having the title and power then if he can't handle it. The cracks under the so called pressure is starting to reveal itself”

While Macbeth squirms, swaying on one foot to the other, Choc walks to a tree, presses a hand on the bark, lowering carefully to the ground. Macbeth manages to take a spare glance around, he notices they were alone, together at the train's head, and not a thing or person is there to interfere.

Woods surrounded them, as naturally thickly settled and so the colorfully painted autumn leaves above provide a decent amount of shade for whoever rests below.

“At least in my opinion. Though let's not talk now on it. We're here to relax”

Still holding hands it was until Choc let go Macbeth missed the soothingly comforting contact. What he would do to touch them again, worse is he wanted a better feel, and so the familiar overbearing sensation returns in his gut.

“For a few minutes, okay” Once he finds his voice Macbeth speaks, “And I have to leave. Get back to work”

“Sure. Sure, workaholic you. Beats me for wanting what's best” Leaned up against the tree Choc lightly jokes, scoots off to the side giving his friend room to sit. So with a grunt, he plops on the dirt next to the man, his hat laid off to the sideline.

“Hmm”

Macbeth hums, head back laying on the itchy wood behind him, eyes clamped shut, thin lips pursed with his large, calloused hands folded on his chest, and legs stretched out.

Relaxation never came to him. An unheard-of after thought. Yet this time around somehow it was different. There's a cool breeze nipping his cheeks, so having someone's presence for example, Choc's sets him at ease. Maybe it was the stress doing this, or all the pent up tension building inside kicking the wind out of his lungs.

He didn't know how long it was sitting there until he snapped awake covered in a cold sweat. A tingling itch burns underneath his skin near his heart. Reassured immediately when beside him Choc remained, sat cross legged, hands at his side, and staring up at the sky, and he didn't miss how peaceful his friend looked right now.

Rather he was mesmerized by the sight. The way the sun hits in all the right angles Choc shines a radiant glow. Once again the eyes are what took the cake, so captivating he is immersed and can't look away. At one point he opens his mouth but shuts it.

Then he catches the hand grazing across his own; he may or may not have deliberately put them aside. Long, boney fingers wrapped in tinted gauze barely touch his thick, stubby digits. Even with the bandages on, they were so elegant compared to his that's missing a few.

Temptation struck him.

Slowly inching towards the man's hands he hopes isn't too noticeable. Macbeth wasn't the type to ask for much anyways. A simple man with the most basic needs and the way Choc feels under his touch is addictive. What was a need turned to a strong craving unable to be explained in words. Hand holding won't do, he imagined his curious touch traveling up the man's arm to his chest, and down his waist.

How big his hands would be wrapped around the man, so slender, waist nicely cinched in by the corset vest. Push the sweet jester to the dirt ground, not caring if they got messy in the process as they return to the station.

“Whatcha starin’ at?”

Macbeth is startled out by his daydreams and snaps his attention to the man who returned an odd look at him.

“Caught you staring” Tilting his head in to a certain degree that's not known possible to a man Choc merely laughs, “Handsome, I get it”

A hefty shove amongst his friend's laughter later, Macbeth coldly replies, “Wasn't directed at you so don't get your head aired up, pal”

Can't help to watch the shit eating grin falter while the wrapped up hand inches away.

“Sure. You say that like you believe it's true as fact” Choc's smile returned just as quick, all knowing yet kept silent.

“Watch it before I wipe the smugness off you”

“Oooh I'm so scared”

Shambling back on his feet, Macbeth knew his time was up, hearing faint voices coming in the distance. In the corner of his eyes was Choc, usually teasingly persistent, resigned himself. Macbeth suddenly felt bad as he had to leave, turning around with the words on his tongue, however it died as Choc lazily waves him off.

“Took enough of your time. I'll see you later”

Nodding Macbeth, stiff, shambles on the trail to the train, turning his head slightly watching the figure disappear from his sight.

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thesoulesscollection · 4 months

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Random Choc Kinsley Hcs

Sorry if it's been a while since I've posted much of anything. So here is a fun post about my boy, Choc.

I had a lot of fun with this one so it's a long post of Hcs. Hopefully it's fun and makes sense. May think of more to add on later

Is well known (infamously so) for his voice primarily his laugh that carries throughout the room no matter how big or small that said area is. Unnaturally loud and booming, done deep in the chest.

^ Very contagious, literally so anyone who is nearby or just the type that is more susceptible to it will eventually end up following suit until exhaustion kicks in for them or him

^ Naturally quick to laugh. Has an awful and cheesy sense of humor (ie. Similar to dad jokes. Plain awful) and will laugh at the blink of a hat at anything

^ It's more a bodily tick he does in any sort of situation that does or doesn't call for it whether he is happy, sad, stressed, tired, angry or etc. He'll start laughing away to release the pent up tension rumbling inside him

Does fidget a whole lot so it's pretty rare to see or even keep him in one place for too long as he feels the growing urge to be all over the place. Is often referred to a 'hummingbird' because of this

^ To combat this or simply find a way to relax for not just his own sake but for everyone else's as well, Choc either needs something to constantly chew on squeeze in his hands

^ Another thing he doesn't enjoy is the odd and empty feeling in his hands like he needs to hold something or it feels wrong. The feeling itself can be often described in his words, tingly goosebumps under the skin

Choc is an organized man, and within his free time (mostly to keep himself busy) will do his best to rearrange everything in his office, other's as well, or the main room that contains their important files to his specific liking.

Has a big ol' sweet tooth. The type to have sweets always on his person to either snack on or give out to others. Sometimes doesn't even notice as a few pieces drop out of his pockets when he goes along with his day. So don't be too surprised if you see some lingering around in spots he's been at.

Randomly picks up small, odd trinkets found along the way of his visits or during raids with the Toppats. Places them in his pockets then later coincidentally forgets about them.

His fighting skills are quite unique and are unable to be picked up on by others. He's quick and light on his toes to the point that for many it's difficult to keep up.

Most hand to hand combat are his deal, a swift learner and keen observer of his opponent so watch out before he uses it against them.

^ One of his unique moves is done by his hands and fingers. Where if hit right can lead his opponent to lose function in whichever extremity he pinpoints. More attune to non-permanent paralyzation at best that can last for either a few minutes at the least or worse, hours for the other person

^ From his decades long experience as enforcement for the Toppats he's trained himself to use such a move sparingly and knows how to correctly use it without serious damage.

^ Though to a mildier degree, he can pick up anyone by the scruff of the neck with surprising strength and precise care and they will instantly go limp in his hold

^ Due to this, Choc is very good with his hands, knowing his way around a good message when the times calls for it.

A social butterfly, the life of any party, who gets along smoothly with everyone with the rare few exceptions such as his sister, grandmother, or Reginald.

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thesoulesscollection · 3 months

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Oooooo Soulless!!! Tell us more about Choc, Carol and Reginald! The people want to know!📸📸🗣🎤📷📸

Thank you for this lovely question. 😌🤲. I'm currently rotting my brain with Choc anyways so I've been wanting to do this. Also, thank you personally for allowing me to ramble and sorry this took me a while. I'm like mentally all over the place.

Now they're growing on me now, as an odd couple dynamic I'm starting to love. This is kinda an Au I'm playing with since the ship is slowly growing on me. Hope this is what you asked for and it's enjoyable to read.

The three are in a polycule. Kinda hard to explain here what they got together. Kinda somewhere in the queer spectrum

Carol and Reginald were already in an existing, established relationship for some time prior. Where Choc was introduced way later on into it by Carol, smitten with him, “He makes me laugh” A line she uses to explain it.

Reginald was hesitant to bring the man into their relationship, the two of them have a close bond and so he had felt out of place when the idea came across.

^ I like to think that Choc & Reginald have an antagonistic, rivalry sort of relationship. They get on each other like oil and water. Nearly always at each other's throats.

^ Understandably wary, it took quite some time for Reginald to really get at ease around Choc and was aloof with the man. (Choc appears to be more than he seems)

^ Similar to an old married couple arguing but add onto some vicious snarkiness into the mix like you wouldn't believe. Unfortunately Carol has to act as the middleman between the two with the last brain cell.

Whereas Choc gets along surprisingly well with Carol who does enjoy that he can make her smile and the day a lot brighter so easily.

Choc enjoys gifting the pair incredibly corny shirts with cheesy images or sayings that he gets from somewhere, he doesn't say. Carol loves them but Reginald cringes from it. Says it's not in his style, Choc thinks it's him being a finicky, prissy hardass

Whenever Reginald is busy at work or flying the airship, Choc is throwing out a pun/joke to pass the time. Nonstop chattering on his end, some jokes at the chief's aggravated expense

Out of the three, Choc is the type to initiate more intimacy and affection, while also taking stuff that belongs to them since it reminds him of the other two.

Now onto a short one shot of the three together. It's simple and not the best but hey, I liked it. This is my first time actually writing Choc so you'll get to see him in more depth;

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Reginald so desperately wanted to bash his face into the wheel of the airship but he resists the temptation.

He never seems to shut up, he keeps going and going on, his voice projects loudly in the spacious area. His highly infectious laughter rings in the chief's ears.

“Hey, chief. May I say something? I'm really worried about the airship’s well-being” Choc said, a toothy smile on his face, gold fangs out on display. The chief in question, eyes squarely up ahead, his only response, a tired grunt as the man shrugged, continued. “With the bright light from the sun reflecting off your forehead, aren't you worried as I am that it'll blind someone?”

Suddenly, Reginald hears the chuckles by the other members in the room range from muffled and polite to outright and proud. He is shaking, tightening his hold on the wheel. Whatever Carol sees in the candy maker is beyond him.

“What? I'm genuinely concerned here. Can't I be that now? Getting worse by each passing day. Can see my own reflection” As the joke is made worse, Choc leaned in, in playful mockery, checking himself out.

“Kinsley. I am trying to fly. So please. Not at this precise moment do I want to do this with you”

Choc hovers above him then stands, a smirk stretches the lengthy scars on his sun kissed face, “It's alright, Reg. It's a joke. C'mon now laugh with us” He laughs, roughly patting the chief's tense shoulder, “It's quite alright that you're so follically impaired”

Another rumble in the room gave Reginald a stronger desire to hit something. However, in his fortune, his eyes flicker over to the corner of the room and sees Carol standing next to the door. She is smiling stiffly it seems, not laughing which Reginald is so relieved for inside and soon she's by them, tugging at Choc's sleeve to get his attention.

“Choc. C'mon. Let him be,” She calmly states to the man, who in the good forethought nods and goes with her. “I need you for something anyways so come” Her hand is outstretched for him to take and he does, not before he takes a curious glance behind, catches the Chief's eyes. The expression on the candy maker's face is unreadable and Reginald couldn't stand it.

“Thank you” Reginald whispers, barely loud that only he knew Carol can hear him. She hums.

How he's going to get along with that joke of a man, he doesn't know.

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Choc Kinsley Ref

Decided to finally get a set design for Choc so here he is in all its rough, sketch glory. It may not be the best but it is something and I do plan on touching him up as I go along

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thesoulesscollection · 5 days

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Choc Lore Dump

Another Post about Choc but it's more a lore dump for him & of alternate timelines.

Choc does remember the timelines even if it may not directly affect him at first. Of course there's ones that outright did such as Valiant Hero, or ones where the Toppats were made defunct or got arrested he got stuck in the middle of.

Choc realized it originated from an (un)lucky thief, Henry Stickmin. It struck a nerve and a frequent sense of deja vu. Almost as if he is knowledgeable on the abilities that Stickmin possesses.

Though it did take some time to understand what's going on, such as knowing there are currently multiple routes and so forth. But he doesn't actively do anything about or against it, anymore rather he keeps his role as an observer.

In result he does space out, more an attempt to gather his disjointed thoughts, as he does not know when the next blip will occur from one timeline switching to another. Tends to be outwardly forgetful to nearly everyone else's annoyed disdain.

Has complicated feelings towards Stickmin though otherwise will act friendly in routes Henry joins the clan. While Henry is a little confused, concerned maybe about the older man but doesn't quite know as to why that is, as something is clearly off, uncanny about Choc.

#Ask Away!#Thsc Oc #Choc Kinsley #Choc Kinsley Knows About Alternate Timelines #Toppat Oc #Henry Stickmin Oc #Thsc Choc Kinsley #Henry Stickmin #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Henry Stickmin Collection #Lore Dump #Thsc Au

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Choc Kinsley Hcs #2

Another Hc post about Choc. Though this was meant to be shorter than the last it had spiraled from here and got longer. If anyone wants to know more about Choc, I'm very willing to share what I can.

Second part to this post;

Born on April 1st, 1956, born and raised up in the Toppat clan with his younger sister, Honey and his family since his grandmother had first joined up

Has a complicated relationship with his family. All had done some lifelong, traumatic harm/abuse in their own special way. Does his best to ensure their safety, and he can't hate them but it's a disinterested sensation.

Struggled with his mental health for most if not all throughout his life since he was born. Has Empathy Deficit Disorder (EDD) but able to control it (mask) for the most part. Besides his family nobody knows and he prefers it that way

^ In turn, he picked up horrible habits that many don't know, partly resorts to indulging in it in order to get a specific job he thinks needs to be handled done

^ Tends to be a people pleaser as a result, pushes himself to be a hard worker, and learns to mask who he is for the ‘betterment’ of the people near him.

He's hard of hearing that over time as he gets older become more prominent and so wears hearing aids but often forgets to wear or rather doesn't like the feel of them.

^ Does get overwhelmed by all the sounds surrounding him to the point he is quick to tune everything out as an escape. Sometimes he does this purposely so he doesn't have to hear anyone around him too and their bickering

^ He has picked up on the silence, the smallest of details and slightest noise in turn. Though tends to space out so you can't tell if he's truly focusing and listening or not.

Beside his time as an enforcer for the clan, Choc did work in other similar fields alongside, one as an informant and the other undercover. Now mainly sticks with being in the informational sector or with his family in the kitchen area

Since his childhood, his active years as the Toppats’ enforcement to now in due time somehow managed to worm his goofy self into the heart of even the coldest, closed off people who is endeared to his charm.

^ In the clan, there's very few or no one who can find it in them to hate the guy, who apparently has a soothingly warm aura that can make anyone around him at ease.

Appears outwardly to be a 'heart on the sleeve’ sort of guy. He's observant to pick up on other people's face and body language.

Flexible in the way of being double and loose jointed; able to dislocate most if not all of his body parts with uncanny ease. All from the case of hypermobility

^ A party trick he used to do and can do now was to twist his head around like an owl and keep it in place. Same with the rest of his limbs too in a way it can't be humanly possible.

Back to his skills in combat; he enjoys putting comedic value into it, (it works surprisingly well) uses good ol’ fashioned slapstick

Naturally clumsy and accident prone as a result, is why he's seen covered up in bandages more often than not. Also, has scarring in common areas but uncommon too both he won't disclose on

Would classify himself as the clan's lead jester/clown, enjoys throwing out a good joke at his own expense and will do anything to cheer anyone who is feeling down. Rarely do you see him ever be anything other than happy; it's almost uncanny.

High energy, so he is constantly on the move, high metabolism. He does ‘comfort eat’ and is always snacking, mostly sweets

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thesoulesscollection · 17 days

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Did Choc like Dad Jokes even before he was a dad?

Sorry if this took a while for me to get to and that it may not have been what was originally asked for.

Surprisingly Choc does not. He didn't like them even after he had his daughter, Cherry. It's not like he hates them but they can be incredibly corny and or dull. In his opinion, it needs to have an extra layer of flavor so it did take him some time for them to grow on them and now he always makes them.

He's sharp witted and quick to lay in a dad joke. Basically buzzing in excitement when the opportunity shows itself

His sense of humor then, even now, is more morbid, darker and on the edge with heavily hinted at innuendos. The type of humor that can make anyone twist their head in shock or squirm if they're quick to pick up on it. More if it's him poking ‘fun’ at them at their own expense.

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thesoulesscollection · 26 days

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Random Facts & 'Party Tricks' Of Choc Kinsley

Hopefully you aren't getting too tired of the mostly Choc content here. But sorry if you are. He's my favorite Oc besides Honey of course.

I just realized it would be his birthday today, April 1st (how comedic) and so he would be 59yo in 2015 if playing off ear on the games wonky timeline, during ItA and in 2024, 68yo. What an old man he is. lol. Only wanted to share that with you all if anyone was interested.

Tw/Tags: Implied Drug Use/Abuse, Health Issues

Choc is double jointed, abnormally flexible then a regular human should be. Has hypermobility. As he gets up there in age, it's a little more difficult and he does deal with frequent bodily pains.

Deals with daily chronic pains, usually mild to a point he can ignore it but to the trained eye of some it's noticeable with his sporadic mannerisms

^ Though when it's bad he's shaking uncontrollably, nearly bedridden and or left unable to function/control his own body

Weak sensation of the hands, attune to tingly static (like they're asleep) so it ends up more often than he likes to admit with him accidentally dropping stuff he was holding.

^ Same with his legs, there've been plenty of incidents, too many to count where they had randomly given out beneath him and he's left in a heap of long, bony limbs that can't move

^ Genuinely a very bony man, you can easily see them which he knows aren't healthy but laughed it off. Can hear him from a whole distance due to the loud crackling of his bones.

In his youth (even now) He's the life of the party. Knows how to have a good time and keep the mood positive. Whenever someone is around him, it's sure to help boost their own.

^ A recovering party animal with a high tolerance who used to drink and take drugs in unnatural excess.

His weirdest and creepy ‘party trick’ is where he's able to twist his head near full circle like an owl and keep it like that for a couple minutes straight. He can do it without hands too.

^ Can do the same with his back, turn right around-the-clock and bend over like a crab. Able to fold himself in tight to odd places and it's useful when

^ Another weird trick, not natural at all and gross, but post incident relating to his mouth. As it was broken, it hadn't healed properly so he could open up wide, just enough he could try to put his whole fist in and touch his tonsils.

^ His tongue can touch not only his nose but also his eyeballs due to how long, slender it can be. As well, can do all sorts of weird tongue twisters.

Whenever seemingly excited, happy or any other similar emotion, Choc flaps his hands while bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to contain the movement.

Is always on his feet, is everywhere doing anything to help from early in the morning to late in the night, you will never see this man go on many breaks or at all. People do worry about him pushing himself far too much but somehow he's a ball of energy.

^ Literally an expansive book of knowledge. Whenever someone needs to know something, it's best to go to him

#Ask Away #Thsc Oc #Toppat Oc #Choc Kinsley #Implied Drug Use #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Thsc Choc Kinsley #Henry Stickmin Oc

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