#rhys conall

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Mutt ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Affen, Affie, Aidi, Airendale, Akita, Aksaray, Alano, Armant, Artois, Barbet, Basenji, Beau, Bella, Biewer, Brad, Brenard, Brittany, Cain, Cairn, Caleb, Canaan, Cane, Canis, Carol, Charles, Charlie, Clifford, Collie, Conall, Conan, Cooper, Dale, Darwin, Daxie, Dire, Dylan, Emory, Eros, Eskie, Finn, Ford, Fox, Ghan, Glen, Gold, Gordon, Gray/Grey, Griffon, Hamilton, Havana, Hound, Jack, Kai, Kalev, Kelpie, Ken, Kerry, Kit, Leo, Leon, Llewelyn, Lowell, Lucy, Mal, Malinois, Marley, Max, Mia, Oscar, Paxton, Picard, Pila, Pup, Red/Redd, Rhys, Rosie, Ruppell, Russell, Sadie, Scottie, Shepherd, Sophie, Spitz, Stafford, Stella, Terry, Tosa, Venerie, Walker, Wolf

Pronouns

arf/arfs, bark/barks, bork/borks, cani/canis, canine/canines, claw/claws, dog/dogs, floof/floofs, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, grr/grrs, houn/hound/hounds, howl/howls, loyal/loyals, mutt/mutts, paw/paws, pawprint/pawprits, play/plays, pup/pups, puppy/puppys, tail/tails, wag/wags, woof/woofs, yip/yips, 🎾/🎾s, 🐕/🐕s, 🐕‍🦺/🐕‍🦺s, 🐩/🐩s, 🐶/🐶s, 🐾/🐾s, 📢/📢s, 📣/📣s, 🔆/🔆s, 🔊/🔊s, 🦮/🦮s, 🦴/🦴s

Titles

A Dog of Mixed Origin, The Dog of Unknown Breed, The Excited Pup, The Mixed Breed, The Mutt Not Like Any Other, The One Who Woofs, [prn] Who’s Origin is Unknown

Genders

Aushepbocolliedoggic, Boydogthing, Boymutt/Girlmutt, Carineeic, Dogfinalboy, Dogfinalgirl, Dogpufflecharic, Dogstimmic, Goldshepardkinic, Lycantrans, Muttdollic, Muttfreak, Muttstardewic, Phantompuptailic, Thingmutt, Traumamutt, Yellowdogplushic

Other mogai

Aldercanidae, Aldercaninoir, Alderdog, Canitoaldernic, Dog Omninoun, Dogperspesque, Dogvesi, Straydogstelic

#id pack #npt suggestions #name suggestions #name list #name ideas #npt #title ideas #title suggestions #pronoun suggestions #pronoun list #gender list #gender suggestions #mogai list #mogai suggestions #mogai blog #mogai #dogs #mutt

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Jarlath Rhydderch

The Cyhyraeth Prince of C.R.C Jarlath Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Naoise's son, Jarlath. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and an organized, optimistic father. His children are trained as well as he is.

"Summon me at your peril."

Name

Full Legal Name: Jarlath Ruaidhrí Brân Fachtna Rhydderch

First Name: Jarlath

Meaning: Anglicized form of 'Iarlaithe', which comes from an Old Irish element of unknown meaning combined with 'Flaith' 'Ruler, Sovereign'

Pronunciation: JAHR-lath

Origin: Irish

Middle Name(s): Ruaidhrí, Brân, Fachtna

Meaning(s): Ruaidhrí: From Old Irish 'Ruaidrí' meaning 'Red King' from 'Rúad 'Red' combined with 'Rí' 'King'. Brân: Means 'Raven' in Welsh. Fachtna: Possibly from Old Irish 'Facht' meaning 'Malice'

Pronunciation(s): RWY-ryee. BRAN. FAKHT-na

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology. Irish, Old Irish, Irish Mythology

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Cyhyraeth Prince, Jarlath Rhydderch

Reason: This is Jarlath's ring name

Nicknames: J.R

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 44

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 19th 1976

Symbols: Banshees, Cyhyraeths, Ghosts, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song: 'Princes Of The Universe' - Queen (1994-)

Voice Actor: Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Republic Of Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'1" / 185 cm

Weight: 166 lbs / 75 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: An 'Average' Spread

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 30

Piercings: Triple Ear Lobe (Both), Tragus (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Flann Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Ursula Rhydderch

Mentor: Naoise Rhydderch

Significant Other: Ursula Rhydderch (45, Wife, Née Cavanaugh)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Father), Talulla Rhydderch (81, Mother, Née MacGinnis)

Parents-In-Law: Fergal Cavanaugh (75, Father-In-Law), Saorlaith Cavanaugh (76, Mother-In-Law, Née Fitzsimmons)

Siblings: Maeve Pritchard (50, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Deirdre Llewellyn (47, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Patrick Rhydderch (41, Brother), Bridget Griffiths (38, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Rosaleen O'Sullivan (35, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Lochlainn Rhydderch (32, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Conall Pritchard (51, Maeve's Husband), Ivan Llewellyn (48, Deirdre's Husband), Moira Rhydderch (42, Patrick's Wife, Née Callaghan), Raeburn Griffiths (39, Bridget's Husband), Rafferty O'Sullivan (36, Rosaleen's Husband), Vanessa Rhydderch (33, Lochlainn's Wife, Née Sauvageot), Zdravko Cavanaugh (42, Ursula's Brother), Came Cavanaugh (43, Zdravko's Wife, Née Munroe), Callirrhoe Murray (39, Ursula's Sister, Née Cavanaugh), Francesc Murray (40, Callirrhoe's Husband), Enric Cavanaugh (36, Ursula's Brother), Dido Cavanaugh (37, Enric's Wife, Née Norris), Delia Patton (33, Ursula's Sister, Née Cavanaugh), Joan Patton (34, Delia's Husband), Isaac Cavanaugh (30, Ursula's Brother), Erato Cavanaugh (31, Isaac's Wife, Née Ramsay), Echo Ramsey (27, Ursula's Sister, Née Cavanaugh), Salvador Ramsey (28, Echo's Husband), Oriol Cavanaugh (24, Ursula's Brother), Hecate Cavanaugh (25, Oriol's Wife, Née Brogan), Electra Brunty (21, Ursula's Sister, Née Cavanaugh), Khanpasha Brunty (22, Electra's Husband), Vidal Cavanaugh (18, Ursula's Brother), Eris Cavanaugh (15, Ursula's Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Eadburg Rhydderch (24, Son), Fabian Rhydderch (21, Son), Gardenia Rhydderch (18, Daughter), Hadley Rhydderch (15, Daughter), Iago Rhydderch (12, Son), Jacob Rhydderch (9, Son), Kayla Rhydderch (6, Daughter), Lalage Rhydderch (3, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: Fiachra Rhydderch (25, Eadburg's Wife, Née McWilliam), Jean Rhydderch (22, Fabian's Wife, Née Patterson)

Grandkids: Alan Rhydderch (4, Grandson), Anna Rhydderch (1, Granddaughter), Moire Rhydderch (1, Granddaughter)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Naoise Rhydderch

Managers: Ursula Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Ursula Rhydderch

Debut: 1994

Debut Match: Jarlath Rhydderch VS Naoise Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler / Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1994-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly To Back Suplex, Bulldog, Figure-Four Leglock, Inverted Atomic Drop, Low Blow, Multiple Jabs, Poking /Raking Opponent's Eyes, Running High Knee Strike, Big Boot, Atomic Drop, Backbreaker Rack, Diving Overhead Chop, High Knee, One-Armed Body Slam, Piledriver, Running Big Boot, Running Leg Drop, Vertical Suplex Powerslam

Finishers: Sleeper Hold, Jumping Knee Drop, Top Rope Jumping Knee Drop

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Jarlath Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) Owning Rhydderch Family. When Naoise dies Jarlath will have a 1/56th ownership of the promotion. Jarlath is a 'Cyhyraeth Style' (Brawler / Hardcore) trainer. He's a quarter-Welsh and three quarters-Irish

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wrestling Family #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling School #Rhydderch Clan

[audaciiae]

I had rather be with you. - deep sigh.... rhy to conall

The modern prometheus || Accepting

"I know, darling, but duty calls, does it not?"

Conall says this as he rolls over to face Rhy, a hand coming to gently caress his cheek. He doesn't really sleep much, even after the night they had, so he's been awake for the better part of two hours. "If I lay here any longer, though, I'm going to be late for my meetings, and we don't want that, do we?"

So he leans over, pressing a kiss to Rhy's forehead before he sits up, stretching his arms above his head. It's going to be a long, long day, he already knows, full of meetings and diplomacy and...whatever else the Queen decides to throw on him before the sun sets. "But that's what happens when you're here in England. You only get to see me in what little down time I have. A shame, I know."

As he speaks, he runs his fingers through his own hair and begins to braid it, yawning. "I'm sure you'll find some way to pass the time, love, and we'll be back in each other's arms before you know it."

#veilborne #;Conall #i am....disgusted #conall you are SUCH a liar i hate you SO much

[borifle]

as you can see, my friends and I love each other very much,

#personal #conal #rhys

[crimsoncityhq]

PART I

One thing rang true and that was the prediction of the brutal blizzard of November 28th. Everyone prepped the best they could with the remembrance of how last Winter had ruthlessly blanketed their homes. There’s a frenzy for backup generators that get bought up in the Chicago stores for the anticipation. The first ominous whistle of the wind, and the pebbles of ice fall on the eve of Thanksgiving. Power flickers in each home giving them a moment of awkward darkness, before the backup generators kick in. The power companies in the city promise to have everyone serviced, but they start to service the scattered patches on the outskirts of the city first .

Most joked that was the brutal blizzard they had prepared for, until Mother Nature dropped her poker face. The ships with cargo became stuck in the harbor due to the icy fortress that froze over the gigantic lake. No lights of passing planes in the sky, as the wind turned into a sinister howl. Darkness engulfed the entirety of the city, except for a strip of hotels in neutral territory. The footmen of the families alert them that there seem to be only a handful of hotels that seem to be around. Meanwhile the temperature dips in the homes of those unlucky, and they must face a brash decision to not become the ice sculptures akin to the people of Pompeii. 

Multiple phone calls are done, and just as their phones are about to die they get a booking. A hotel that mentions that the accommodations might be crowded -- However, they can host your groups and promise warmth as long as the storm doesn’t shut them down. Everyone packs up their children, pets, and housemates to journey to the only solace that isn’t sold out in all Chicago.

After a restless eternity everyone was given a room number with their baggage ( human and otherwise ). The group of people that checked guests in alert them that there is a room for the animals to stay in kennels or they may accompany the others up to the room. Just when everyone was annoyed after being crowded in the lobby, and having to wait decades to get from one floor to another in the elevator.  It doesn’t help there’s always that one asshole that tries to asphyxiate everyone with their heinous flatulence. 

They FINALLY make it into their hotel room. Massive enough and customized with multiple full sized beds. No television, the heat blares up, it’s the poster child of the most bare necessities room. While everyone claimed a bed and stared haughty towards the guests that had ended up in the same room with them. A loud crackle followed by a slight rumble of their feet had the lights in the hotel rooms go off. The hotel doors seemed to have powered down, and anyone that tried to leave them --found they wouldn’t budge. A soft wheeze emitted from the heater in the room, and for a moment that’s the only noise in the room with you until the profanities start to flood. Winter wasn’t the only one that had prepped for the evening. The Walshes and their affiliates watch on with hidden elation as their plan goes into motion.

Part I will run from November 28th until December 3rd. Under the cut will be the groupings as well as some additional notes for this event.

Please don’t make any new starters open or closed that don’t pertain to this event while it’s happening. Normal replies can be done while the event is running, but it gets confusing timeline wise if people have additional threads that they start that would belong after the event timeline.

For this event specifically, the weather in Chicago is fictional. After the event you can feel free to glance at the Weather app and RP it out that way!

Animals will also be boarded at this neutral hotel. Keep in mind if the animals are left at your residence with the current temperature and no heat they will likely pass away.

Keep in mind that if your character has children (unless they are Walsh affiliates) they  likely have their kids in the room with them or any other NPC’s. If the character is a Walsh it was their choice to have them be ‘stuck’ in the room with them or left with a babysitter provided by the council.

For information on the bold names check the Walsh Discord channel. 

PREP PLOT SLOTS CHOSEN

 LIAM WALSH & IVY IVASHKOV volunteered to carpool with a hotel van to the hospital for sedatives and other harvesting supplies. AUDREY ROUSSEAU is already at the hospital and helps them fill the van before they all ride back to the hotel together. DAVUT DEMIR & KILLIAN WALSH are tasked with going to The Westin and sabotaging the hotel in time for the storm. They are told to do whatever necessary to make sure the hotel can’t accept any more guests before they return for the night. DARREN MURPHY took a smoke break after unloading only one of the supply vans at the hotel. LINCOLN DAWSON caught them smoking—as opposed to working—and made DARREN MURPHY finish unloading two other vans while they watched. 

ASLYN WALSH collected the weekly stash owed from the business owners at Magnificent Mile. She delivered the money to the council without prying eyes of local law enforcement or rival gangs catching on. ARMANDE IVASHKOV & another associate, had the dirty work of cleaning up the old blood stained hotel rooms used for organ harvesting the night before. They made it presentable before opening night. Their efforts were doubled when other affiliates weren’t aware of the chore, and had set off to bloody the room with a fresh harvest session.TARON LYNCH & JOANNA "JOEY" O'SHEA are instructed to sabotage the backup power generators on the north side. Surprisingly, they didn’t get caught. CAOILAINN WALSH had to “check” everyone into the hotel—AKA, assign each guest to a room. Everyone converges in the lobby and watches them impatiently, and the later it gets, the more aggressive the crowd becomes. ASLI DEMIR & FLETCHER HARGRAVE met with Jean Jaques “JJ” Baptiste and persuaded him by discussing terms of agreement for him to temporarily close Romanet Hotel the night of the massive storm.

ROOMS

ROOM #1: Arlo Flores, Fletcher Hargrave, Ira Evans, Jesse Valencia, Theodore "Teddy" Cohen

ROOM #2: Anastasia Sahin, Billie Washington, Josephine "Josie" Leon, Mathias Attano, Taron Lynch

ROOM #3: Andrea "Andy" Perez, Asli Demir, Blythe Sweetwine,Braden Kahale, Margeaux Saint Claire

ROOM #4: Alejandra Ruiz, Armande Ivashkov, Harlow Dumas,Jackson Marston, Lev Vasile, 

ROOM #5: Gwen Arnolds, Hana Faust,Jean-Jacques Baptiste De Romanet, Jessika Delmonica, Oisin Donnelly

ROOM #6: David Sharpe, Juno Song, Layla Jiminez, Nadia James, Nicola Faust, Peyton Bridges

ROOM #7: Callan Quinn, Effie Faust, Igor Vasile, Letitia "Tia" Valentine, Rosalie Halliday, Sutton James

ROOM #8: Addison Mckinley, Anton Volkov, Aries "Rhys" Rigsby, Cecilia Cavendish, Esmeray Demir, Lucian Faust

ROOM #9:  Aslyn Walsh, Catriona O'Shea, Oliver Faust, Tulsa Jane Honey

ROOM #10: Genevieve Bisset, Lee Malkovich, Levi Bohan, Maisie Kane, Saskia Vasile

ROOM #11: Amara Ricci, Auron Wright, Christine Li, Holden Mercer, Sloan Washington, Stefano Vitorri

ROOM #12: Edith Cohen, Ellis Rowe, Lavrenti "Lav" Vasile, Lincoln Dawson, Silas Hale

ROOM #13: Fabian Drake Kalashnyk, Carrigan Connolly, Cassidy Faust, Monika Adler, Nicholas Krieger

ROOM #14: Erin Cerci, Lada Antonovna, Leonid "Leo" Vasile, Rahi Kumar, Zoe Washington

ROOM #15: Abel Washington, Dominika Romanov, Faith Williams, Olivia Madden, Rosalia Leon, Cassandra Conally

ROOM #16: Atticus Mercer, Diamond Washington, Killian Walsh, Lorelai Faust, Oakley Butler

ROOM #17: Audric Noire, Mikhail Morosov, Noah Etkin, Nova Deveraux, Viktoriya Vasile

ROOM #18: Anatalya Vasile, Darren Murphy, Julia Faust, Konstantin Vasile, Violet Madden

ROOM #19: Davut Demir, Katarina Vasile, Veronica Pierce, Vincent St James, Zane Washington

ROOM #20: Beauregard “Beau” Griveaud, Blair Faust, Caoilainn "Callie" Walsh, Milo Arrington, Zedekiah Vasile

ROOM #21: Dante "Sebastian" Faust, Liam Walsh, Marissa Atkinson Orion Anderson, Vitomir Kipriyanov

ROOM #22: Andrew "Drew" Whittmore, Callum James, Ivy Ivashkov, Marie-Anne Beaulieu,  Nikolai Volkov ROOM #23: Audrey Rousseau,Barnaby Eaton, Constansia Fournier, Edie James, 

ROOM #24: Birdie Mendoza,Eleanor "Elle" Eaton, Joanna "Joey" O'Shea, Katya Ivanova, Wyatt Leon

#crimson.event #mature rp #oc rp #appless rp #crime rp

[bigfan-fanfic]

Rhys Balfour - Codename: “Sidestep” “The Wolf” Conall, his Puppet

“I need to know if The Wolf can be stopped. If... if I can finally be free of him.”

From @fallenhero-rebirth‘s IF series Fallen Hero. Rhys Balfour used to be Sidestep, sidekick to Ortega who was building trust among the Rangers and almost ready to reveal his true self... when the Heartbreak incident occurred, and Rhys sympathized strongly with the other telepath’s need for revenge. Once he wanted to give all of them what they deserved, but upon debuting as The Wolf, he realized that he needed them to know the truth.

The Wolf hunts the heroes of Los Diablos, but not to erase them, rather to forge them into the force that will be needed against the coming threats. His suit is terrifying, with no cape, and geared towards strength and armor. He loses conviction and wonders how much of the old, good Rhys remains, and whether or not he can leave his new path behind. 

As his puppet Conall, he befriends Doctor Mortum, although he decides to reveal himself, desperate to maintain this one friendship. In his own body, he falls for Marshall Steel and Ortega, wishing that somehow he can stop being anything other than Rhys and let himself be happy.

#fhr #fallen hero #rhys balfour #my sidesteps #my ocs #my if mcs

[krovscastlerpg]

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The following player(s) are currently on hiatus:

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K (Heinrich, Lovell, Matthew, Barry & Asha) – HIATUS ENDS MONDAY

Jo (Kronos, Michael, & Xander) – HIATUS ENDS MONDAY

Lianne (Bradley, Hunter, Mason, Tiernan, & Todd) – HIATUS ENDS WEDNESDAY

Bethy (Dusty, Gotrik, & Kris)

Artemis (Andrei, Charlie, Gareth, & Rhoan) – HIATUS ENDS FRIDAY

X (Conall & Zephyrinus) – HIATUS ENDED

Logan (Finn, Jaden, Manny, Raphael, & Seth) – HIATUS ENDED

Ellena (Asa, Bellamy, Kai, & Rhys)

#activity check

[carrotcouple]

I had such a hard time deciding if I can survive angst from your OCs, but you asked for prompts, so could you do #11 with Felix?

The worst kind of people, in Felix’s opinion were people who judged others without knowing everything and people who hurt those important to him. And it was the worst that he had run into far too many of them in just three months. Starting with the Danya rescue. Felix had seen Lilea and Tristan crumble to pieces and Rhys and Tesni fall and force themselves back to their feet and struggle. It frustrated Felix that he couldn’t help them or even relate to them. Felix couldn’t bring himself to like Danya at first, she had ripped Tristan and Lilea apart with her own hands. But when she picked herself up a month after the death of her late husband, she grew on him. She just had too many scars and too much hurt. And everyday that he grew closer, he wished he could have been the one to shoot her scumbag of a husband to death.

Closing off the borders after Danya’s husband had been shot dead had been a good idea. They were still in contact with other smaller districts who had long been on amicable terms with Rhys’ family and had agreed to side with them in this…strange war of theirs that they had going on. But the borders were still completely closed. A wise decision since even then assassins and people seeking to take out their little rebel army managed to sneak into the district. Felix couldn’t even count the number of people they had managed to catch and put under lock and key.

And those little rats kept trying and sometimes, they got uncomfortably close to their goals. This was one of those times.

Felix had his gun aimed, blood on his face and in his mouth from his teeth crushing the weak membrane of his mouth when he had been thrown into a wall. Tristan was snarling and trying to wiggle free, but the man holding Tristan in place was holding a gun against Tristan’s side, arm wrapped around Tristan’s throat. The damn rats got one of their own to turn on them.

“Let go of him,” Felix hissed. “You should know very well that I won’t let you off easily if you hurt him,”

There was already blood on the side of Tristan’s head and his lips was split. Felix was pissed off beyond belief and also utterly terrified. He wanted to get Tristan away from the man and to safety. He wanted to hold Tristan and check where he had gotten hurt. Felix had never had something so precious to him in his whole life and he wouldn’t let anyone take Tristan from him. Feelings like this were completely new to him.

“Ha! I’m dead anyway! You can’t stop me!” The man laughed and Felix wanted to kick the man in the face. Had he lost his mind? How could someone ever turn against the Griffin family?

“Get away from Tristan!” Felix roared angrily. The man’s arm around Tristan tightened and he pressed the gun harder against Tristan’s side. Tristan froze and went white and Felix cursed and stepped back a little. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? You’re turning against the Griffin family who have only ever been just and kind. Stop being stupid!” Felix spat.

“It’s not that big of a deal! Do you have any idea what kind of money I get for selling information? It’s easy to find out information in the position I’m in! When they asked me and couple others to look for someone looking into the Takeover Project, it wasn’t really that hard to discover the group of three kids running around and causing global havoc like they were heroes. It was almost too easy to pull them apart and ruin them, but then Rhys Griffin just had to marry one of them and ruin everything!” the man growled. Tristan had gone completely white.

“W-wha-” Tristan choked out, a strangled sob like noise leaving his mouth. Felix wanted to scream. He wanted to shoot the man holding Tristan so badly. He had been so stupid. He couldn’t believe he had ever introduced the man to Tristan to teach him the basics of handling a gun. Felix couldn’t believe he had calmly put the one most precious thing to him in the hands of something trying to break him. Felix couldn’t believe he was responsible for some of Tristan’s hurt. This man was one of the rats that took Danya away from Tristan and Lilea, he had used his knowledge to warn Driscoll Conal of their rescue mission which resulted in Danya, Lilea and Tristan almost being killed.

“So now, I’m going to kill the weakest link,” the man said. Felix saw red.

“Take your fucking words back,” Felix said coldly. “Take them back. He isn’t the weakest link. Apologize to him!” Felix shouted. He wanted to make the man grovel before Tristan, Lilea and Danya. He had no idea of the hurt he had given them, of the scars he had given them, of the tears they had shed because of him.

“How about no?” The man’s finger tightened on the trigger and Felix’s eyes widened and he started to dash forward, about to pull the trigger on his own gun when Tesni crashed in through the window and shot four of the man’s fingers clean off. Tristan instantly fell to the side, curling up in a defensive position to avoid any fire. Felix ran towards him, as the man howled in pain, and picked Tristan off the floor easily and dashed into the room to the side. Felix held Tristan to himself with one hand as he sank to the ground and held his gun in the other.

“Tesni, do you need me?” Felix called.

“We’ve got this handled!” Tesni said as Lin jumped through the window. Felix relaxed and then realized Tristan was shaking in his arms, face buried into Felix’s shoulder. Felix set the gun on the ground and wrapped both arms around Tristan.

“Are you OK?” Felix whispered, one hand against Tristan’s head. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” Felix said. He felt like someone had stabbed his chest with a dull object. “I’m so sorry, Tristan…I had no idea he was one of the people responsible for all of this. I’m so sorry. Can I see where you’re hurt?” Felix knew Tristan had every right to push him away and if he did, then Felix would accept it. Tristan’s fingers dug into the back of his shirt and his back.

“I’m fine,” Tristan’s voice was muffled and trembling. “I’m fine. So please, let me stay like this for a bit.”

Relief hit Felix in waves and he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall as he held Tristan close.

{35 Angst Prompts}

#sunny answers #sapphiredragonprincess #sunny's ocs #sunny writes #felix #tristan #oh gosh #this was hard to write #because felix and angst just don't go well together #and it was a challenge to write this #a challenge is very welcome tbh #i don't usually write felix and tristan so this was fun #i hope this was angsty enough #and i hope this counts as specifically #felix angst

[selection-hq]

. ✧ *･ oh meu deus, aquela ali é KATHERINE MCNAMARA?! não, não, é apenas ZAHARA NAEVA RHYS, uma das participantes da seleção do príncipe de angeles. vinda diretamente de HANSPORT e com apenas VINTE E TRÊS anos, a CASTA DOIS é conhecida por ser ENGENHOSA e VISIONÁRIA, mas em seus dias ruins também pode ser bastante ARDILOSA e INCLEMENTE. não sei se tudo o que ouvi sobre ela é verdade, mas estou ansiosa para vê-la pelos corredores do castelo.

HEADCANONS

• Bem como grande parcela pertencente a sua casta, a filha de um oficial e uma contadora estava destinada a nada menos que estabilidade reconfortante. A garota dos olhos densamente flamejantes nascera no outono e em uma homenagem típica por parte de sua mãe, fora nomeada através desses dois fatores: Zahara, flor ou a que brilha. Seu nome, por si só, expressava que estava destinada a força e delicadeza harmoniosa — contradição envolvente, talvez. E da mesma forma que trouxera felicidade arrebatadora, despertou questionamentos sobre a conveniência do momento de sua chegada. Sendo seu pai um dos responsáveis por manter sob controle os conflitos entre norte e sul diretamente, sua volta era eventual e a criança chorona só acrescentava pesar a cabeça já inquieta do tenente-coronel. A ausência de uma figura paterna não causara grandes efeitos, no entanto, visto que a menina recebia a atenção adequada e mimos antes mesmo reconhecer o significado das palavras. Sua família servia ao Barão da região, cuja casa guardava em abundância opacas verdades, enquanto os segredos e mentiras iam tão afundo que era impossível trazê-los a tona sem antes ser arrastado pelas correntes violentas da matriarca, que fazia questão de manter enterrados os ossos do passado e as inconveniências do presente. Elia, sua mãe, era responsável pelo financeiro e aprendera a fazer as perguntas corretas, aproximando-se, assim, da Baronesa que dizia reconhecer seu valor quando tinha participação ativa nos negócios que lhe confiava. Zahara, por sua vez, acompanhava a progenitora no trabalho e caminhava livremente pelo castelo, sendo cuidada pelas criadas dali e introduzida a alguns dos ensinamentos passados aos filhos dos nobres — notando, também, uma clara diferença. Não fora antes dos dez anos que tivera oportunidades maiores de conhecer Conall, que aposentara-se depois de presenciar traumas indescritíveis, decidindo dedicar-se a família e a filha que pouco reconhecia-lhe.

• Os pesadelos, entretanto, não deixavam o ex-militar descansar e relações sociais e afetivas tornavam-se um desafio. A mais nova dos Rhys era perceptiva e astuta e o homem notara quando essa demonstrou interesse em lutas, quebrando as paredes e limitações do progenitor de forma simples e progressiva a cada treino. Apesar de tornar-se próximo da filha, ficar em casa era inviável para alguém que manteve-se em meio ao caos e instabilidade por muito tempo e buscara oferecer seus serviços aos mesmos empregadores de sua esposa. Com suas honras e histórico, passou a ocupar a posição de chefe da segurança da casa, voltando a dedicar-se a proteção dos outros e a servir Illéa do Norte como podia. Para a jovem, os anos seguintes passaram de forma apressada, o tempo contribuindo apenas na consolidação de uma personalidade antes já curiosa e determinada. A então gratidão que possuía pelos nobres esvaira-se a medida que notava que não importava o quão bem era tratada, sempre visariam o próprio bem estar, baseando-se em lucros e posições e era relembrada da sua sempre que possível. Abandonando a visão de que fazia parte da família, a Rhys perdera o interesse em passar tempo com os filhos dos barões, dedicando-se aos próprios estudos e suas amizades em meio aos serventes. Gentil, inteligente e graciosa, carregava, ainda, etiquetas aprendidas desde nova, mas reconhecia onde estava e que atitudes tomar quando cercada e questionada pelos que seguravam títulos. Ainda adolescente, beirando os quinze anos, em meio a própria vizinhança, era conhecida por sua vivacidade e língua afiada, traçando diferentes visões em diferentes perspectivas. Era volátil, mas estava longe de maleável e quando fora tomada pela notícia de que os pais utilizavam seus senhores para negociar com rebeldes, encheu-se de questionamentos e não acreditara por um segundo. Contudo, não tinha voz na situação e seria calada independente de seu posicionamento, atônita frente as acusações. Observara, então, a desintegração de sua realidade após a sentença que deixara-lhe órfã.

• Clamando conhecê-la desde muito nova e que uma criança não era culpada pelas atitudes dos pais, a midiaticamente benevolente Baronesa acolhera Zahara como protegida. A menina mantivera-se em silêncio pelos próximos dois meses, oprimindo palavras ominosas e a ardente abominação aos membros daquela família. Calada para garantir a própria sobrevivência, sua raiva aquietante fora confundida por luto e após os comunicados de imprensa justificando os motivos pelo o qual fora recebida cessar, fora tomada como protegida por Amélie. Era cruel e frio, tirar tudo o que uma criança tinha e recebê-la esperando futuras gratulações, apenas para garantir seu silêncio e alienação; e porque reconhecia tal afirmação, tornara-se aberta aos ensinamentos e conselhos — teria de ter a mesma natureza de pensamento para trazer justiça pungente pelos seus pais. Excruciante fora a adaptação, no entanto, visto que tudo o que lhe aguardava eram palavras e olhares hostis como a filha dos traidores da coroa. Seus primeiros eventos não foram calmos ou proveitosos, até passarem a ser. Tentariam lhe perfurar sempre que possível, então que se fizesse impenetrável. Uma confortabilidade imprescindível em festas formais, jantares a mesa e visitas constantes a sala de Amélie não foram o suficiente para fazê-la sentir-se bem-vinda, mas conseguia fazer o papel. Mantida apenas por segurança, era uma prisioneira, tinha certeza, e estava cercada por egocêntricos, passando a visar apenas o seu bem estar e tirar tudo o que podia das instruções da impetuosa mulher responsável, agora, por sua formação. Aos dezessete anos, sem muita opção, crescera para aceitar que tudo levaria tempo, envolvendo-se de forma mais que convincente nos problemas eventuais dos Lykos e aceitando a oferta inconscientemente perigosa de Amélie em convencer seu filho a aceitar sua posição e casar-se pelo bem de sua casa. Assertiva e pouco  retraída, não demorou para demonstrar interesse amoroso pelo rapaz, que após a confusão, intrigou-se com suas investidas.

• Apesar de surpresa, a Baronesa não podia-se dizer decepcionada, visto que visara exibir-se arrependida e culpada por revelar sentimentos inviáveis, causando uma decepção que levara James a aceitar a oferta apenas para não ter de viver na mesma casa que seu amor proibido, preferindo sair para não tirar-lhe o único teto. Aproximando-se de forma mais intensa da mulher que lhe ensinara parte do que sabia, Zahara não esperava criar uma relação escondida tão duradoura quanto o fizera. Vista como uma terceira filha para o Barão e como amante secreta de sua esposa, ingressara na faculdade de direito utilizando o dinheiro que seus pais lhe deixaram. O cenário criado era conveniente e benéfico e o mantivera pelo ano seguinte. A abrasadora estudante tinha muito o que oferecer, contatos adquiridos com o tempo, habilidades em esportes, conhecimento político e econômico e um desejo único por derrubar e fragmentar tudo o que seguravam como querido. Causando a demissão do leal responsável pelas finanças da família, a tarefa de encontrar o mais novo e conivente contador lhe fora confiada, fazendo uma substituição positiva apenas de seu ponto de vista. Passando seu tempo, em maioria, na faculdade, os próximos anos foram recebidos pela mulher que criava conexões importantes com empolgação única, com destaque as voltas intensas do primogênito, plantando ideias em sua cabeça. Na última das visitas a família, James acabou por notar com estranheza a proximidade da matriarca com Zahara e antes que pudesse negar a natureza da relação, a ruiva garantiu que confirmasse suas suspeitas. A mudança no clima era palpável até para o ausente e distante Barão, que passara a sentir grande incômodo com as visitas estendidas da Rhys. E apesar de inesperado, não fora surpresa alguma ouvir as discussões noturnas na casa intensificando, com Amélie defendendo sua estadia e relevância. Momento algum parecera mais oportuno para sua retribuição: com a família separada, a ponto da falência, apenas uma exposição não seria o suficiente.

• Queria que sua vingança tomasse a mesma cor escarlate que a morte de seus pais e se tornar as acusações que os levara a um final trágico fosse o necessário, o faria; não fora difícil reconhecer nobres rebeldes e a oferta era indispensável, visto como uma oportunidade para mandar uma mensagem. A invasão premeditada e facilitada a baronia viera em época festiva, onde a segurança poderia ser falha e convidados preenchiam a propriedade. Em meio ao caos, sozinha em uma sala com a Baronesa e seu filho, Naeva repensara, mas colocou em bom uso o treinamento físico que intensificara durante anos: frente ao descendente, abandonando a graciosidade e distribuindo palavras mais brutais, cortara a garganta da mulher, deixando o cômodo manchada por sangue e a gritos bestiais de alívio, levados pelos convidados por pânico. Depois do ocorrido, fora liberada após seu falso depoimento junto com os outros convidados. Roubaram-lhe sua inocência, lar e família e agora não tinha nada, nem mesmo seu ressentimento para lhe confortar. O tempo que tinha fora gasto em reconhecer a si mesma sem seus longínquos objetivos e, diferente do esperado, a culpa nunca veio.  A tenaz advogada sucedia em seus casos, a profissão que tinha não lhe despertava animação, mas a mantinha seguindo. Implacável, resoluta e exalando uma densidade inexplorada, intrigante o suficiente para desencadear curiosidade, pode-se dizer que pertencer soa impossível para quem tivera seu mundo fracionado incontáveis vezes durante os anos. Zahara sabe escolher bem lados, não falhando, até então, em aterrissar no vitorioso. Sua lealdade é tão intensa e rara quanto seu ódio e desdém, e consegue tornar o alvo, seja de qual for, sentir em demasiado sua dedicação. Passional e levemente cortante, costuma visar o bem geral antes dos seus, tratando todos de forma gentil e doce, a menos que seja instigada. Sozinha com suas ambições e visões de melhora, observara o anúncio da Seleção como uma forma de reinventar-se no Sul, visto que o Norte nunca lhe dera nada, apenas tirou. Apesar de incapaz de julgar o valor antecipado da competição, a ideia soa interessante independente do resultado, visto que uma mudança em âmbito pode ser exatamente o que precisa. Zahara anseia adentrar novamente os jogos dos nobres, dessa vez sem objetivos cáusticos ocultos, prezando pela ideia de apenas explorar.

ZAHARA IS PLAYED BY KALI

#taken #taken:female #taken:selected #taken:selecionadas

[learninginapublicmedium]

Learning In A Public Medium: Library Live(s), a screening and participatory performance with Conal McStravick & Ryan Conrad (appearing via Skype) for ICA London’s Mediatheque exhibition, Saturday 18th March 2017, 7-9pm. Featuring works by: Vincent Chevalier, Rhys Ernst, Richard Fung, Emma Hart, Mike Hoolboom, Inflamed Collective, Ron Peck, Signe Pierce & Ali Coates, Lisa Steele, AL Steiner, Takoma Active Collection & Chris Vargas. An annotation exercise of ‘Artist’s Tapes’ Stuart Marshall’s 1986 ICA video catalogue essay and a participatory performance titled ‘Scars of Your Choice’ (after Lisa Steele’s ‘Birthday Suit With Scars and Defects,’ 1974 & Alison Knowles’ ‘Shoes of your choice,’ 1963.)

[bruhhemianrhapsody]

ToG and ACOTAR Character Claim Masterpost

I swear Renee and Caitlin this is all your fault.

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@underthe-mountain - Cassian, Gavriel

@hermajestymanon - Manon, Nesta

@a-court-of-throne-of-glass (aka. me) - Elain

@fuckyeahazriel - Azriel

@lysandraghostlepoard - Lucien, Kale (Chaol)

@bittersweetthoughtsofinsanityx - Rhys, Feyre

@imaginedarkstars - Aelin, Rowan

@tinyamren - Mor

@fandomdramaqueen - Kaltain

@puppydogjared - Lorcan

@seadragonlysandra - Armen

@noble-hell-fire - Dorian

@a-song-of-stars-and-dreams - Tarquin

@miladyaelin - Nox

@kittykura7m - Suriel

@okmeamithinknow - Fleetfoot

@throne-of-sass-and-ass1623 - Varian

@rebornasqueen - Ansel, Maala, Kallias

@nerdyequilibrium - Asterin

@thefire-breathingbitchqueen - Clair Beddor, Miryam, Drakon

@twtvdspn - Ress, Arobynn, Maeve, Alis, Amarantha

@feyreismeiamfeyre - Cauldron

@sweetlydecaf - Le Tool (Tamlin)

@asterios - Vesta, Sorrel

@acourtofwrathandrhysand - Evangeline

@bookofademigod - Elide

@wanhedablaketargaryen - Fenrys

@rowaelinherondale - Lysandra

@blackbeakquidditchteam - Ghisaline

@abraxos-sniffing-flowers - Briar, Fallon

@kirifan - Falline

@sxcxhxyx - Erawan, Rolfe, Luca

@cassieg2016 - Abraxos

@toxickilljoy - Conall

@vukica10 - Aedion

@lady-lysandraashryver - Illias

@danielle-adb - Nuala, Cerridwen

@togreblog - Nesryn

@highwarlockofedinburgh - Iskra and High Lord of the Dawn Court.

@lorcan-freaking-lochan - Yrene

@juliannadibona - Water-wraiths

@rhysisreading - Elena

@buggitybooks - The Little Folk

@paperbacktrash - The Goddamn Magical-Self-Cleaning House

@unidentified-manatee - Nehemia

@liograce - Rhys’ Shadows

@illyrianbitchqueen - Andras, Clythia

@thecarrioncrow - Keelie, Petra

@mor-dancing - Sam

@thebabeontheback - Deana

@manonblaxkbeak - Cresseida

@julia-bramhall - Edda

@ironnails - The Ironteeth Witches

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If I missed anyone or if you would like to claim a character feel free to send me a message or an ask and I will add it on!

#this fandom is a mess #character claims #throne of glass #acotar

[themomsandthecity]

100 British Baby Names Perfect For Your Unborn Heir

Whether you're just a fan of the royals or are hoping to honor your English roots, deciding to go with a British baby name opens you up to plenty of noble options. Before you settle on the perfect moniker for your future heir or heiress, we've rounded up 100 striking British options. Boys * Alastair * Alfie * Angus * Archie * Arran * Augustine * Balthazar * Barnaby * Callum * Chester * Cole * Conall * Crispin * Crosby * Dane * Doyle * Drake * Duncan * Edmund * Ellis * Elton * Euan * Felix * Fergus * Finlay * Garrison * Giles * Gregor * Hamish * Harvey * Hugh * Inigo * Ivor * Jack * Jasper * Kenzie * Lachlan * Laird * Lennon * Leo * Lewis * Luca * Nye * Piers * Rex * Rhys * Rupert * Tarquin * Trevor * William Girls * Alice * Amelie * Annabel * Anwen * Arabella * Araminta * Beatrix * Bridget * Bronwen * Bryony * Catriona * Cerys * Clara * Clementine * Clover * Cressida * Eilidh * Elspeth * Eugenie * Eva * Evie * Flora * Freya * Georgina * Gracie * Gwendolyn * Hermione * Honora * Imogen * Iona * Iris * Isla * Jemima * Jessamy * Jocasta * Libby * Lydia * Maisie * Matilda * Millie * Nicola * Philippa * Pippa * Poppy * Rhiannon * Rhonwen * Rosie * Ruby * Tilly * Wynne http://bit.ly/2sjFNbx

#Baby Names #Babies #Pregnancy #British

[audaciiae]

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “ - rhy for conall 😔😔😔

Sunday funday || Accepting

"Oh, how generous of you, darling. And how do you plan on doing that?"

Even visiting another country, Conall is ever the busy man. Of course, not nearly as busy when he's back home with all the paperwork and the boring ropes of bureaucracy. It's busy enough to keep him occupied most of the time, however, and it's late when he collapses into the bed of the guest room. Part of him had been expecting Rhy to sneak in and is pleased to see him, but not for the reasons one might expect.

So he smirks, curling Rhy's cravat around his fingers as he tugs him closer. "I've been so busy since I've been here. Are you feeling neglected? Poor thing..." His voice is soft and smooth, a delight to anyone's ears for a reason. "You want to take care of me? You are so thoughtful, even though you've been running around with me all day, but go ahead. Do as you see fit, Your Highness."

#veilborne #;Conall #i hate. conall ellery. with my entire being SLKDJGDSFG

[crimsoncityhq]

Depending on where you are in the hotel, you’ve either had a night of quickly mounting tension or a night of … relative relaxation. The blizzard still mourns outside, howling through the blanketed streets and hurling its flurries at the hotel which sways beneath your feet if you stand still for long enough. The patrons locked in their quarters can do nothing but let the rocking lull them to sleep in hopes they’ll find their ways home by daybreak. Of course, there are still plenty of winter hours to get through before the sun can peel away the darkness, and just as sleep filters in through your lashes, you hear a ‘ click. ’ Everyone around you hears it, too, and for once there’s unity in the room as the group decides as a unit to investigate. Well, save for one, who is well aware of what that click means. It comes from the bathroom, so you all venture in, and the locked door stationed by the sink swings open. Standing on the other side of the threshold—and looking just as befuddled—are your neighbors, those five in the adjacent room who look just as cold and hungry as you do. It’s a good and bad thing; you’ll have more company, more snacks to go around courtesy of the minibar and, with any luck, more friends than enemies in one place, though you still find a few idle pairs of steely eyes narrowing on you. 

In short, there’s a bright side and a not-so-bright side: each room has opened up via the bathroom to allow a bigger expanse for you and your fellow patrons to explore, though the possibility of it all leading to even more tension is too high for comfort. Still, it’s better to cozy up with nine other bodies than only four … right ? 

PART II of the Lights Out event has begun ! This part will conclude on TUESDAY, DECEMBER 8TH at 9 P.M. EST. For this part of the event, your characters’ rooms have opened, allowing muses to move between the room they’ve been assigned to and the adjacent one. 

EX: Room 1 and Room 2 are now conjoined, and any character in Room 1 can interact with any character in Room 2 and vice versa. 

As a reminder, your groups are under the cut. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to Admin J or Admin Amy for clarification ! ( And don’t be afraid to get some good plots cookin’—now is the time for drama ! )

ROOM #1 & ROOM #2: Arlo Flores, Fletcher Hargrave, Ira Evans, Jesse Valencia, Theodore “Teddy” Cohen, Anastasia Sahin, Billie Washington, Josephine “Josie” Leon, Mathias Attano, Taron Lynch

ROOM #3 & ROOM #4: Andrea “Andy” Perez, Asli Demir, Blythe Sweetwine, Braden Kahale, Margeaux Saint Claire, Alejandra Ruiz, Armande Ivashkov, Harlow Dumas,Jackson Marston, Lev Vasile

ROOM #5 & ROOM #6: Gwen Arnolds, Hana Faust,Jean-Jacques Baptiste De Romanet, Jessika Delmonica, Oisin Donnelly, David Sharpe, Juno Song, Layla Jiminez, Nadia James, Nicola Faust, Peyton Bridges

ROOM #7 & ROOM #8: Callan Quinn, Effie Faust, Igor Vasile, Letitia “Tia” Valentine, Rosalie Halliday, Sutton James, Addison Mckinley, Anton Volkov, Aries “Rhys” Rigsby, Cecilia Cavendish, Esmeray Demir, Lucian Faust

ROOM #9 & ROOM #10: Aslyn Walsh, Catriona O'Shea, Oliver Faust, Tulsa Jane Honey, Genevieve Bisset, Lee Malkovich, Levi Bohan, Maisie Kane, Saskia Vasile, Allison Lynch-Demir

ROOM #11 & ROOM #12: Amara Ricci, Auron Wright, Christine Li, Holden Mercer, Sloan Washington, Stefano Vitorri, Edith Cohen, Ellis Rowe, Lavrenti “Lav” Vasile, Lincoln Dawson, Silas Hale

ROOM #13 & ROOM #14: Fabian Drake Kalashnyk, Carrigan Connolly, Cassidy Faust, Monika Adler, Nicholas Krieger, Erin Cerci, Lada Antonovna, Leonid “Leo” Vasile, Rahi Kumar, Zoe Washington

ROOM #15 & ROOM #16: Abel Washington, Dominika Romanov, Faith Williams, Olivia Madden, Rosalia Leon, Cassandra Conally, Atticus Mercer, Diamond Washington, Killian Walsh, Lorelai Faust, Oakley Butler

ROOM #17 & ROOM #18: Audric Noire, Mikhail Morosov, Noah Etkin, Nova Deveraux, Viktoriya Vasile, Anatalya Vasile, Darren Murphy, Julia Faust, Konstantin Vasile, Violet Madden

ROOM #19 & ROOM #20: Davut Demir, Katarina Vasile, Veronica Pierce, Vincent St James, Zane Washington, Beauregard “Beau” Griveaud, Blair Faust, Caoilainn “Callie” Walsh, Milo Arrington, Zedekiah Vasile

ROOM #21 & ROOM #22: Dante “Sebastian” Faust, Liam Walsh, Marissa Atkinson Orion Anderson, Vitomir Kipriyanov, Andrew “Drew” Whittmore, Callum James, Ivy Ivashkov, Marie-Anne Beaulieu,  Nikolai Volkov

ROOM #23 & ROOM #24: Audrey Rousseau, Barnaby Eaton, Constansia Fournier, Edie James, Birdie Mendoza, Eleanor “Elle” Eaton, Joanna “Joey” O'Shea, Katya Ivanova, Wyatt Leon, Amelia Wolfe

#crimson.event #oc rp #appless rp #crime rp #gang rp

[krovscastlerpg]

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The following player(s) are currently on hiatus:

X (Conall & Zephyrinus) – HIATUS ENDED

Bethy (Dusty, Gotrik, & Kris)

Ellena (Bellamy, Kai, & Rhys) 

Brad (Augustus) – HIATUS ENDED

Lux (Kyron & Ruaidhri) – HIATUS ENDED

Lianne (Bradley, Hunter, Mason, Tiernan, & Todd) – HIATUS ENDS MONDAY

HD (Lucien, Raiden, Ransom, & Shade) – HIATUS ENDS THURSDAY

Honey (Avery, Emerson, Nikolas, Silver, & Simon)

Rose (Elio, Eoin, Faust, & Leon)

#krovscastleunfollow #activity check

[carrotcouple]

So although I’m late, this is the Tristan and Felix ‘not really fluff’ fluff I promised @rest-in-bees + Nik having a heart attack in the background.

Tristan slipped off his shoes as quietly as possible, hoping that his training would pay off and the Vasile family wouldn’t be roused by him sneaking in in the dead of the night. His head was swimming with thoughts and his heart felt heavy. All in all, he was exhausted. Lilea was busying herself with work and Tristan and Rhys both worried she was going to overwork herself. It couldn’t be helped, Danya had turned on her in the worst way possible and Julian had died in front of her. Tristan could barely say he was in any better condition than her though. He was working a lot too and he spent extra time with Tesni at Danya’s side. Danya’s betrayal had taken its toll on him as well and watching Lilea fall apart bit by bit was horrible.

Tristan had just padded into his room when his room light automatically turned on and the door closed behind him. He wanted to curse under his breath, but Tesni would murder Felix if she knew he even wanted to. Tristan sighed and turned around, arms wrapped around himself, feeling vulnerable and weak.

“You’re late,” Felix observed quietly. He wasn’t reprimanding him. He was soft and concerned and Tristan tightened his arms around himself.

“I was busy,” Tristan whispered. “I didn’t mean to keep you awake.” Felix let out a sigh of his own and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. He stood up from his seat and strode over to Tristan, gently putting his hands on Tristan’s shoulders.

“Have you been able to sleep at all lately? The bags under your eyes look awful.” Felix gazed at his face, a slight frown tugging at his lips.

“I’m just really busy these day-” Tristan tried to explain.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Felix cut him off. “Have you been able to close your eyes and sleep, or are the monsters in your head keeping you up at night?” Tristan stared, rather stunned for a moment. For a second Tristan wanted to curl in on himself. He wanted to find a hole to crawl into. He felt so exposed.

“Felix, I’m fine-” Tristan tried to protest but Felix had grasped his shoulders tightly and pressed his forehead against Tristan’s the next moment.

“You don’t have to be fine and...I know you’re not fine. I know you’re stressed out about Danya’s betrayal too. I don’t know what it is that happened, but I know, it hurt you just as much. You watched two of your closest family members almost die that day. Don’t push yourself like this. I’m here, aren’t I?” Felix whispered. Tristan felt like everything fell apart. He felt his nose wrinkle and tears sting his eyes. Muttering a soft ‘this is unfair’ he buried his face in the crook between Felix’s neck and shoulder and cried, his small body shaking. Felix wrapped his arms around Tristan and held Tristan till he finished crying.

Tristan didn’t know when things had become like this. They had saved Danya, started their counter attack properly, Tristan had Felix, Lilea and Rhys had realized their feelings were mutual. But why did it seem far more painful and terrifying than it did when it had just been him, Lilea, Freya and Nik all alone? Tristan and Lilea had run so fast that they had hit the wall in front of them harder than anyone else and Lilea was falling apart and Tristan was helpless.

Felix ran his fingers through Tristan’s hair comfortingly. Tristan closed his eyes. When had Felix come to mean so much to him? What he felt for Andrei was a speck in front of what he felt for Felix and it scared him. Tristan had seen Rhys when he carried Lilea into the hideout after Conall had been shot. Tristan never wanted to have to go through that, but Felix had so many more chances of being in the line of fire. Tristan only knew now, how easily they could lose everything and it terrified him to think that it was easy to lose Felix.

“I’ve got you...so stop worrying about all those things.” Felix murmured.

“I can’t do that...Felix, I can’t. Did you see Rhys? Have you seen him? I don’t even know how he feels but just looking at him hurts and I can’t...I can’t have anything happen to you and-” Felix pulled away and clapped his hand over Tristan’s mouth.

“That’s enough. Do you even hear yourself?” Felix sighed. “Tristan, what have Lilea and Rhys taught us?” Tristan bit his lip.

“That we all have things we have to do no matter what…” Tristan mumbled.

“Exactly.” Felix pointed out. “You and Lilea started this and you’re going to have to bring it to an end. But they’ve also taught us to communicate and work together and to have each other’s backs. Tristan, I don’t like seeing you go out there anymore than you like me going out there, but we have to. Let’s have a little faith in each other?” Felix smiled. “Andrei and I will never let anything happen to you.”

Can you two lovebirds shut up? It’s like two in the morning and Andrei keeps texting me about how cringey the two of you are. Like, can I get some sleep? Nik exploded in Tristan’s mind. Tristan couldn’t stop the tiny amused smile from forming on his face.

“I understand…” Tristan said, feeling lighter already. “If I have you by me, I won’t falter...I will try not to falter. Now, I think I should get some sleep, Nik is scandalized.” Tristan chuckled.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” Felix asked. Tristan gaped at him.

What did he just say? Nik screeched.

“The bed’s not really big enough, though…” Tristan’s gaze darted around nervously. He knew Felix was just asking to sleep in the same bed, which wasn’t really a big thing, but it made Tristan suddenly feel horrified. Tristan was sure he drooled and moved around a lot and maybe pulled the bed sheets in crazy ways and for Tristan it was a huge emotional move.

“I’m sure if we cuddle-” Felix tried to explain.

Oh, hell no! Over my dead body. How do I turn this mind connect shit off? Abort! Abort! Abandon fucking ship! Nik shrieked and Tristan could see him flailing around wildly.

“I don’t think that would be wise...Nik might lose his mind…” Tristan chuckled awkwardly.

“Tch, screw Nik…” Felix muttered.

Excuse me? Tristan, let him know if he dares, I will take over your body for the rest of the night! Nik snarled. Tristan looked at Felix dead in the eyes.

“Nik is making some very scary threats he can definitely act on.” Tristan let Felix know.

“God damn it! Nik, I’ll remember this!” Felix growled. He bent down, grabbed Tristan’s face with both his hands and kissed Tristan. Nik groaned and drew away from their connection as far as he could. Felix pulled away and grinned at Tristan. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

The Felix walked out.

Tristan slept more easily that night.

#sunny writes #sunny's ocs #rest-in-bees #tristan #felix #nik #i know i promised to write fluff #but wtf is fluff? #these fingers don't know how to write fluff #so take this hurt comfort instead