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(Answering these with regards to him in his Tumblr RP Continuity for the least amount of confusion.)
Meet the Muse!
Legal Name: Arikos.
Date of Birth: March 6th.
Nicknames/Aliases: Ari. Many temporary identities over the years, most forgotten and discarded.
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 37
Species: Human.
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Current Living Conditions: A nomadic wanderer who mostly makes do with where he is.
Former Living Conditions: Usually temporary lodgings within the various churches of the Lands Between when not undercover.
Spoken Languages: Common, Latin, I'm sure some others. (What else do people speak in the Lands Between anyway?)
Occupation: Former Confessor, currently a wandering Tarnished and aspiring Perfumer.
Criminal Record: Killed one of Godwyn's retainers by mistake on the Night of the Black Knives, and got convicted for murder and high treason.
Drink/Smoke/Drugs: Actually quite a skilled mixologist from more questionable uses in his old line of work; nowadays, enjoys the fruits of his own labor. (Do recreational aromatics count as drugs or smoke?)
(Note: These next four are NOT exhaustive, LOL.)
Likes: Herbalism and perfuming, fashion and aesthetics. Traveling and sightseeing, parkour. Indulging and crafting conspiracy theories, people watching, eavesdropping. The Redmanes and General Radahn.
Dislikes: Black Knife Assassins (sans Tiche). Depraved Perfumers. The Scarlet Rot and its worshipers. The Godskin cult. Rykard and the Volcano Manor. The Mohgwyn Dynasty. The more entrenched Golden Order fundamentalists.
Fears: The past, and repeating it. His own bloody hands and conscience. And anything that reminds him of the above. Getting too attached and the consequences thereof. Margit/Morgott, even as he admires him from a distance.
Personality Traits: Generally polite and friendly. Deeply intuitive, sly and cheeky. On the surface, generally measured and deliberate. Under the surface, somewhat jumpy and slightly unhinged.
Hair Color: Originally auburn brown, but got stained an unnatural violet silver due to chronic use of bleach and homemade hair dye.
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 lbs. He's a bit of a wet noodle.
Tattoos: A dark purple Black Knives symbol in the center of his forehead.
Siblings: Unknown.
Parents: Unknown.
Children: None.
Pets: None, though he has considered keeping a small Miranda Bloom.
Sexual Preference: Aro-ace.
Relationship Status: Not romantically involved, though Tiche is more or less his platonic soulmate and backseat gamer.
(Technically) tagged by @fearthecoldblood and @mei-is-tarnished
Tagging @vaeltan-louxser (if you want!)
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62 Love confessor and 82 second love for tozer/irving :')
it got sad :•)
(send me 2 tropes/aus to mash up + a pairing)
Irving and Tozer have become weirdly close
Irving managed to not get stabbed too much, and did apprehend Hickey, who got trialed and hanged (no interruption this time)
Tozer, who always liked Irving despite himself, is a little ashamed for how he was taken in by Hickey
He starts visiting the lieutenant as he recovers from his wounds. Distracts him by talking, like he had talked to Heather.
Both Mr Goodsir and Mr Bridgens are already run ragged, so Tozer helps as he can. He has tended wounds of fellow marines before, he is no stranger to field medicine
Irving finds he likes conversing with the Sergeant. He's a bit rough, and a cheeky side shows up now and then (though, if he's honest with himself, he rather likes the cheeky side), but he's clever, and honest.
At one point Tozer tells him of his plans with Hickey. Irving forgives him. Tozer isn't sure he was looking for that, but he appreciates it nonetheless.
(With Irving's death averted, they establish contact with the Netsilik. They do not have much food, but are willing to share. Enough that their men feels strengthened, and less afraid).
One night, Irving mostly recovered (though some of the wounds are slow to heal, slower than is normal) and ready for night duty with the Sergeant, they get talking about.... personal stuff.
Tozer confesses he was in love with someone, that he feels almost empty without them, and he's talking about Heather but he's careful, he likes Irving and consider them friendly but he also knows how he had it out for Hickey and Billy
Irving tries to temper his disappointment. He tries to ignore it, actually. No watercolouring out here, but the constant walking feels near enough to climbing exercises that it'll have to do
The fresh meat helps, but they don't meet any other Netsilik. They get farther than they would have, but not far enough. Soon the creature starts hunting them again; soon they aren't very many at all
Irving and Tozer share a bedroll, now
One morning Irving cannot get up. Tozer holds him close, and whispers into his hair about his first sea voyage, about how he met Heather, how he loved Heather, and does John hate him for that?
(John cannot speak, but he shakes his head, tries to squeeze Solomon's hand)
And Solomon tells him how he thinks he loves John now, as well as Heather, how he hates them both for breaking his heart the same way, how he won't leave John here, and John cries silently and nods
They're found like that, much much later. Their corpses have been left alone
#sorry it took so long!!!#bo writes#i was struggling with the love confessor bit but then i had a Vision#and the Vision was sad
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Damnit, I was about to gain my 20 Reputation, but i forgot the purchase my Starshine load from the Gentleman after claiming the prospect before booking it to the Mausoleum. The look on my face when I opened the hidden compartments after a 3 days of grueling, quickened travel to find them empty! The Deathless were counting on me to bring the goods to liven their cheeky spirits, and now what am I supposed to say to them?! And I don’t get paid?!
I think I’m all cool moving around illegal substances, but actually, I’m a disappointment. A let down. I let people down. I am not the Saint of Sinners! I am the Deliverer of Delay!!! *bursts into tears* *dunks myself headfirst into a pool of starshine and screams*
;-; in other news, I wanna see how many monikers Failbetter committed to smuggling. This is kind of a lot of unique names for an action. My guess is that it’ll cease after my 20th or 30th delivery.
update: OK Yes. It caps at 20. The Devil’s Confessor.
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Sangcheng 62 and 4
Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C) + Coffee Shop AU
“This is seriouslyridiculous! Let go of the pan of pastries so we can put it on display already.”Jiang Cheng knows he’s right because it’s ten minutes to Lotus Pier’s openingtime and they’re still not done with the early morning preparations andtherefore should be obeyed.
ApparentlyWei Wuxian didn’t get the memo (what’s new).
“No,” wasthe chaotic bastard’s quick response, “We’re not doing anything until youconfess every juicy detail of your date with Nie Huaisang last night.”
“There isno ‘juicy detail’,” growled out Jiang Cheng and gripped on the other end of thepan with his left hand, “And it wasn’t a date.” He tugged the pan closer tohim.
“If itwasn’t date then why were you all dressed up, huh?” Wei Wuxian’s cheeky grinappeared on his face and he tugged the pan back to him.
“I’m anaturally fashionable person-”
“Not withall those purple, nope.”
“-whohappens to have met him last night by accident and-”
“If ‘byaccident’ you mean you agreed to meet beforehand in your text messages, sure.”
“-it’s notreally, wait, what. Hey! You were going through my phone?! How did you evenknow my password?!” This time, he used both of his hands to tug the traytowards him.
“Having yourown birthday as a password is a sin to humanity,” replied Wei Wuxian who pulledthe tray back to him.
“This isan invasion to privacy!” cried Jiang Cheng and put more strength in taking thetray out of his brother/coworker/reason for suffering’s hands.
Wei Wuxianleered. “Did you invade Nie Huaisang’s privacy as well last night, eh? Aiyo~ sobold, so bold~”
JiangCheng’s face flushed an alarming shade of red. “It was just a peck on thecheeks!”
“Peck hisass too! Hahahaha” guffawed Wei Wuxian.
“I willnot do such a dishonor to him unlike you to Lan Wangji!” screamed Jiang Chengand aggressively pulled at the tray making the pastries slide to the side.
“Hey! LanZhan likes all the dishonor we do to each other!”
“Shut up!”
“I bet youonly got to kiss him on the cheek because you got too shy and ended up runningaway like some idiot afterwards!” retorted Wei Wuxian as he tugged the pan ofpastries to his side again. When he didn’t hear any reply from his companion,he looked at him and his mirth increased tenfold at the embarrassed petulantlook he saw. “Oh my god, Jiang Cheng! You actually did run away after that peckon the cheek didn’t you?! Hahahahaha Who the hell are you emulating?! JinZixuan?! Hahahaha”
“I saidshut up! And Jin Zixuan – I still hate him and may his pasta sauce never stickto his pasta – actually loves our sister!”
Wei Wuxianlaughed louder. “So what are you saying? That you love Nie Huaisang too?”
The obnoxiousjeering of the other and the memories of the disaster from last night were toomuch for Jiang Cheng to handle that he grabbed the tray with all his strengthas he shouted, “Yeah! I fucking love Nie Huaisang! What the fuck are you goingto do about it?!”
Wei Wuxianunintentionally slackened his grip on the pan at the roared confession makingthe pastries all fall into Jiang Cheng. There was a few seconds of silencebetween them before Wei Wuxian slowly backed away with a barely controlled gleefrom his face.
“Where thehell do you think you’re going?! Help me clean this up!”
“Er…I don’tthink my presence here will help.”
“Huh?”frowned Jiang Cheng.
Wei Wuxianpointed at his back where the first customers had entered already. Jiang Chengturned around and his brain shut down at the sight of the Nie siblings. NieHuaisang was blushing behind his brother. And Nie Mingjue…well…Wei Wuxianalready yeeted himself out before anything else.
#jiang cheng#nie huaisang#sangcheng#mo dao zu shi#small fics#REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNLESS IT'S JUNMEI OR WEILAN#anon#answers
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