Lilia Headcanons:
Part of the reason why Lilia acts so ✨silly✨ is because of his makeup
We all know how back in the old days, lead and radium was used in makeup along with other things.
His makeup is literally toxic to everyone around him
He’s so old the makeup he has from his day is toxic. It has lead, radium, all the good stuff/s
If he turns the lights off, he will glow
Thankfully someone(Silver) took away his makeup and replaced it, so he won’t be dangerous to others anymore.
On a fortunate Malleus makes his makeup from nature or it’s imported from other countries.
Bonus:
No one:
Lilia in the dark:
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don't chase the rabbit.
- a little tidbit of my past oc i found on an old blog, sobbing.
feel free to read, i'm just sort of archiving it here. <3
tw: blood, murderer, mentions of sa, mention of drugs, alcohol, etc.
just please read especially if you're easily triggered. take care of your mental health, this was/is still an outlet for me. also i tried to tag accordingly, back then when writing, tw tags weren't common? i really didn't tag them because the people i followed/interacted with were fine with the same writing (and it was all through words, i never posted anything graphic) but if i missed a tag that should be in the tags or you guys have any suggestions how to properly tag triggers, please let me know!
blood, blood, and more blood.
calloused digits are tainted with the remnants of blood from the one person he truly hated. he's smiling because he's finally gone and away from his life.
"monster! you monster!" his mother sobs, pushing her son away. "…he loved me."
monster.
the word resonates in his head as his eyes glow red. maybe he is a monster. maybe he wasn't. he doesn't know and little by little he slowly begins not to care. he's laughing, rather maniacally and points to the dead body slashed by the edges of the broken beer bottle and even raises his voice at his own mother.
"you think that bloody bastard was a goddamn lover to you?!" he asks incredulously, eyes boring holes into his mother. "he didn't love you worth shit!" and he eases forward, even when she eases back, her eyes speak of something. fear. it doesn't stop him from striding forward. he grabs onto her arm and tugs the sleeves up. "you think i never saw this bullshit? these bruises? they're not love."
a slap to his face causes him to still, quiet as a mouse and if tears were to spill from his eyes. they don't, because he's learned to hold such emotions back. they sting, though. but they will never fall.
"you monster, he loved me. everything he did was for me! monster…monster…monster! get the hell away from me!"
he drops the broken beer bottle and tugs his hoodie up and as he hears sirens from a distance, he grabs his backpack (the one he always had prepared in times like this or any time to escape from the presence of the dead bastard) and hops out of the window, onto the fire escape and descends down, letting the darkness of the alley conceal him from anyone's eyes.
monster.
monster.
monster.
the word resonates in his head. his mother's voice pinning itself into his mind, but he shakes his head and doesn't let up on the pace of his feet, hopping over fences and landing down on his feet and the shock is brief before he's picking up into a run. he knows of a place he can hide out. somewhere no one will find him.
it hasn't quite hit him that not only was his step father gone from the world (by his doing) but he murdered him. he's a criminal. a murderer…a monster. he shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head as if the images playing in his head would fall off. of course they don't. he's stuck with the look of his mother's face and the look of his step father's face. there's something in his eyes that he didn't quite register and even until now. he still doesn't it.
for all he could honestly feel towards the older man was the ill he had injected in his mother. the brainwashing, the abuse and how it all gets taken out on him. he tries to forget in between those the things having been done to him those nights he was left vulnerable in his room with an apartment full of bloody drunk bastards looking for some young meat, fulfilling their hidden desires for the same sex.
what a mess he was.
what a mess he is.
finally once the voices quieted down in his head, he sleeps soundly. like a baby.
the morning he wakes up sweaty and panting, eyes shot open as he shoots up. dizziness overcomes him and he has to hold himself still to prevent himself from losing balance, albeit he's flat on his ass merely sitting up. he scrambles for his phone, digits searching through his phonebook, several miss calls from his mother that he won't get back to. he knows how it all goes.
his mother calls, he comes home. the only difference is, if he does, he'll be cuffed and sent to the police station. trialed as an adult (he wasn't sure, he was thirteen for god's sake) —a lifetime in prison? he'd rather have death.
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Okay so I read in the notes that bartender obiwan said yes to bar top fucking but mobi-wan said no. I just find it so funny that mobi-wan said no even though HE LITERALLY BLEW UP THE BAR NOT EVEN 20 MIN LATER. Like explosions don't break health code violations. I love that is where he draws the line. Murder? Oh well. Faking your own death and destroying the mental well being of your beloved husband? Its whatever! Food&Safety or OSHA? BITCH YOU BETTER BE JOKING
(in reference to this post about bartender au obikin + mobi-wan)
Look, Mobi-Wan cannot let his pretty bird establish bad habits like that. Who knows what he’ll get stuck in his head?? No, It’s for the best that they fuck on the couch like nice sanitary people, even if he has plans to blow up the bar like twenty minutes later. Pretty Bird needs to know that the IRS brings down more mobs than the police, and Obi-Wan is not going to see his entire criminal organization collapse because of fucking OCHA.
Bartender!Obi-Wan on the other hand is categorically incapable of saying no to his Anakin 😌
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