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[gamemaker kelsier]

I stand still for a moment, alone for the first time in hours. I am accutely aware of Teva on the other side of the door. I wonder what he's thinking right now, what I'm thinking. My fingers brush over the door and for a moment I want to open it, ask him to join me. I don't want to be alone. I don't even know if I can get my clothes off. My chest feels like it's got a massive hole in it and the morphling hasn't had time to kick in and help yet. I turn away from the door to look in the mirror again, wincing slightly at what I see: a bruise, big and purple has formed on my cheek where I bit the inside and Sam slapped me. With a sigh I begin to tug my sweater over my head, having to stop halfway when pain makes my head spin. I can't even tell where it's coming from anymore; it just hurts all over. I'm not brave like Teva when it comes to pain. Tate would say I'm not an idiot. I have to psyche myself up to pull my sweater off the rest of the way. I stiffle a cry when I see what my chest looks like. It's nearly one big mass of purple and black. I turn on the water to make a noise louder than the stiffled hisses of pain that come out the more I move. Turning back to the mirror, I probe my chest, feeling over my ribs softly, one by one. I knew which one it was. I could feel it when it snapped but when my fingers touch it the world spins for a moment. My eyes water mercilessly and I stumble forwards, barely catching myself on the bathroom counter. My gaze falls on my neck, something else I didn't really want to see. Sam's hands are imprinted into my neck, angry and purple. I'm sure it's a miracle I'm not dead but at the moment I don't care. The wish comes back, raw and angry as I stare at myself. I wish that I was. How can Teva possibly actually love me? I must have gone crazy from the pain. Bitterly I tug off the rest of my clothing and step into the shower, leaning against the tiled wall to stay standing. The hot water washes over me, biting and angry. Like Sam. I bit him. He didn't like that. It's why he slapped me. I shut my eyes, sticking my face right into the spray to get the memory out but it refuses to budge.

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[gamemaker kelsier]

J U S T I C E.

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

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[gamemaker kelsier]

S L O A N E.

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

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[gamemaker kelsier]

Python

I was trying something and it failed but here u go, a blurb template maybe

But perhaps it was the kindly voice of the boy, the softness to his tone that slowly cracked a concrete barrier that was three years under construction. Maybe Tobias was tired and scared and done of running from everything. Perhaps it was just time to break down. He didn't even feel the tears before they were running down his cheeks. White hot fingers across his lips and burning his skin with sharp nails. It was the first time Tobias had to much as shed a tear since waking up in a hospital room two weeks after Cai was taken.

The sobs overwhelmed him easily, no matter how hard he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes they would not cease. "I'm just really, really lost. And lonely. And... a-and-."

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[gamemaker kelsier]

F E E.

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[gamemaker kelsier]

maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte]

PLEASE DON'T LET ME HURT YOU MORE

MIDAS

IT'S IN YOUR STARE AND AT YOUR CORE.

Seven.

He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.

[gamemaker kelsier]

THIS IS A BIG OL WIPPITY WOP

THE SERAPHIMS (and members of their gang)

Tate Seraphim

Teva Seraphim

Tripp Seraphim


Teddy Seraphim - 15

Teddy is the younger sibling of Tate, Teva and Tripp. Born with a heart defect he has lived a sheltered life despite their mother's profession. His older brothers are extremely protective over him but since the death of their mother, he became more desperate to be involved. Things came to a head a few months after his fifteenth birthday when in an attempt to prove himself, he tried to rob someone off the street and inadvertently stabbed a Peacekeeper by the name of Psyche Descartes. He was arrested on the spot and taken to the Detention center.

Calcifer Xu - 17

Cal has known the Seraphims and been best friends with the triplets since Kindergarten. He identifies as a male but is seen wearing clothing of either gender. He drifted away from the Seraphims for a few years after he began work at a club in order to help support his mother. His father was arrested and never returned when he was eleven years old. Later he found out that it was because he worked for the gang that the triplets now run. He's worked in brothel under a binding contract for the last three years and recently began a relationship with Teva Seraphim.

Nemo Klardie - 16

Nemo met Tate a few weeks after Teddy's arrest when Tate was about to jump off of a bridge. Since then they've met a few times since, a very fast romance beginning. Born and bred in the slums, Nemo's a bit more delicate than he seems. A bit of a boy genius, he's been building bombs ever since he could hold a tool. His family was a perfect little story right up until his brother was killed in a factory explosion, his parents severely wounded. Since then, his parents have developed an addiction to morphling and Nemo spends most of his time stealing to pay for it, while trying to dodge the angry, insane fist of his father. It hasn't been easy, on one occasion he received a horribly disfiguring scar, distorting his face.

Merlin Xu - 15

Veela Skylark (feather)
Mason Turner
Atlas White - deceased
Eris White


Kendra Nuan - wip

Max

THREADS

1. is this the darkness of the dawn? - teddy oneshot
2. ashes to ashes - tate oneshot
3. for a pretty long time now it's been cold - teva/cal
4. stargazing - nemo/tate
5. to break the best - teddy/castor
6. hung up in the ivory - teva/cal
7. you take your time young lion - teddy/amadeus
8. finding nemo - nemo/tate
9. discovery - tate/teva/cal
10. don't go home without me - nemo/tate
11. bite the bullet - teva/tate/tripp
12. sunset - merlin oneshot
13. taste my disaster - teva/cal
14. nobody covers for the matador - nemo/tate
15. my heart is gold and my hands are cold - tate/teva
16. weep little lion man - tate/teva/tripp/teddy
17. the matador - tate series
18. carry on - merlin/teddy
19. d9 reaping - seraphims/delacroix
20. chain smoking - teva/atlas
21. talk me down - nemo/tate ongoing
22. white elephant - merlin/ithaca ongoing

OTM'S

✘ couple of the month: december 2014 - tate x nemo
✘ thread of the month: december 2014 - {Don't Go Home Without Me}
✘ writing Duo {Elegant & Python & Nyte} 2015
✘ thread of the month: june 2016 - D9 Reaping
✘ character of the month: june 2016 - tate seraphim

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[gamemaker kelsier]

Avalon

D U C H E S S.

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[gamemaker kelsier]

Seven.

He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.

elegant

[gamemaker kelsier]

I stand still for a moment, alone for the first time in hours. I am accutely aware of Teva on the other side of the door. I wonder what he's thinking right now, what I'm thinking. My fingers brush over the door and for a moment I want to open it, ask him to join me. I don't want to be alone. I don't even know if I can get my clothes off. My chest feels like it's got a massive hole in it and the morphling hasn't had time to kick in and help yet. I turn away from the door to look in the mirror again, wincing slightly at what I see: a bruise, big and purple has formed on my cheek where I bit the inside and Sam slapped me. With a sigh I begin to tug my sweater over my head, having to stop halfway when pain makes my head spin. I can't even tell where it's coming from anymore; it just hurts all over. I'm not brave like Teva when it comes to pain. Tate would say I'm not an idiot. I have to psyche myself up to pull my sweater off the rest of the way. I stiffle a cry when I see what my chest looks like. It's nearly one big mass of purple and black. I turn on the water to make a noise louder than the stiffled hisses of pain that come out the more I move. Turning back to the mirror, I probe my chest, feeling over my ribs softly, one by one. I knew which one it was. I could feel it when it snapped but when my fingers touch it the world spins for a moment. My eyes water mercilessly and I stumble forwards, barely catching myself on the bathroom counter. My gaze falls on my neck, something else I didn't really want to see. Sam's hands are imprinted into my neck, angry and purple. I'm sure it's a miracle I'm not dead but at the moment I don't care. The wish comes back, raw and angry as I stare at myself. I wish that I was. How can Teva possibly actually love me? I must have gone crazy from the pain. Bitterly I tug off the rest of my clothing and step into the shower, leaning against the tiled wall to stay standing. The hot water washes over me, biting and angry. Like Sam. I bit him. He didn't like that. It's why he slapped me. I shut my eyes, sticking my face right into the spray to get the memory out but it refuses to budge.

table by elegan

[gamemaker kelsier]

Seven.

He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.

[gamemaker kelsier]

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[gamemaker kelsier]

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[gamemaker kelsier]

Seven.

He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.

table by elegant

[gamemaker kelsier]

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

table by elegant