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CURRENT HOUSING:

Currently living both in his designated housing, but also Adams House (pretty much in Kavinsky's bed nightly).

 

SCARS / MARKINGS:
ENVY - Cut into his left forearm (via Blue)
SUFFER - Carving into his calf via himself.
WRIST SCARS (successful suicide) + Thigh SCAR.
WRIST TATTOO -  Paw on his right wrist (via Kavinsky)
THROAT TATTOO - A raven with its wings spread on either side of his neck,
the face is a skull of the raven instead, and the background is filled with blue, purple and hints of red watercolor splashes. (Tattoo shop on Mammons Island.)
RIBCAGE TATTOO - An arrow for Clint and an hourglass for Nat.
STITCH SCARS AROUND MOUTH + slightly damaged vocal cords - Thanks to The Veiled Order capture.
MERMAN Features; white hands with claws and subtle webbing that's retractable, iridescent scales over his hands and in random spots.

DEMON ATTRIBUTES:

Demon Teeth.
The beginning of Pointy Ears (not pictures because right now they're just itchy and growing).
[These are based off Hellburbia Suicide].
Slowly his hands are turning White and his nails are turning into claws (basically)





RICHARD JOSEPH LYNCH
aka
little grey dragon he adopted from Mammons Island.

 

N A V I G A T I O N:  kinks & permissions | visuals | funeral | bdsm info | cr chart
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Comments

text; un: dreamboy [penance]

[favoriteforgery]

you up?

[enoderedrum]

i'm always up.
insomnia runs rampant in our group.
sup?

Action, I do what I want

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew really still isn’t taking the whole “hell” thing seriously. So far, he’s managed to avoid major traumas and the like but for how long that lasts? Nobody knows.

And now it’s kind of nice to be sharing a room with Noah even if the other isn’t always around. Matthew is cheerful as ever. He’s got some candy that he probably shouldn’t be eating spread out and is popping pieces in his mouth, at the moment alone but he figures Noah should come soon.

He can eat some of this candy too. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ Ever since he and K got into it on Valentines day, Noah had sort of split his time between the Slav suite and this one. Sometimes it just felt awkward because he wasn't sure what Kavinsky was thinking.

He'd just come back from the kitchen where he'd grabbed some water, when he found Matthew eating candy on the bed. ]

Mmm...weird candy or good candy?

[ Moving towards Matthews bed, he perched on the foot of it and looked the younger Lynch over. ]

You're bored aren't you.

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew's sprawled over his new bed, down to just boxers because it's Noah and close were not strictly required with him or anything. He reaches to turn the music up when it gets to a song he particularly favors. ]

This is the best one!

[enoderedrum]

[ The music that this particular household favors is luckily stuff that Noah does, too. Noah is half dancing around, half eating a cupcake he had baked downstairs since....uh hello Kitchen. And Thank you former life having sisters. ]

You think it's the best one?

[ Smiling, he crawls up over the youngest Lynch and straddles his hips, stealing a quick kiss before resuming his icing licking. ]

text; un: sharpshooter

[triggerguard]

Please tell me you have more insults like 'douche canoe'.

[enoderedrum]

I knew he would ask you what that meant 😂

He was so annoyed when I didn’t tell him.

And yeah. Of course.

voice | @angelpants | hope this is okay

[stupetballs]

[Kaz gave her a few names of people who were impacted by their little adventure on the island. Given how traumatic things were, she gives things a little space before she reaches out herself. But as she's shuffling all the new information together, she finds she has some follow up questions so she leaves Noah a quick message.]

Hi, Noah. My name's Waverly Earp. You might have seen me on the boat? Kaz mentioned something about you having a vision when we were on the island, and I wanted to ask a few follow up questions if that's okay.

[A beat.]

Which, for the record, totally okay if it's not and you don't want to talk about it. We could even do this in person too? I'll be at Hella Shorty's if you want to drop by.

100% Okay

[enoderedrum]

[ First of all, he rolls his eyes a little - Kaz apparently could be secretive to a point but no further it seems. Not that he really minds, the more information is shared amongst them the closer they get to figuring the mess out.

His voice is still a bit rough thanks to what the VO had done to him but she wouldn't know the difference. ]

No, no, it's okay. If you'd asked me a week earlier, I'd probably have ignored this all together but no, it's okay to talk now.

[ He sounds amused actually. ]

I'll...yeah, I'll come to you. Give me a few. Gotta feed the dragon.

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[Once he's done that, he shows up at Hella Shorty's and immediately seeks her out. They've never actually met, but he knows who she is.

His smile is soft, small scars surround his mouth where his mouth was sewn shut on the island but he doesn't mind them aesthetically at least. He flicks his hood off his head and nods at her. ]

Ask away.

text; after the Mares event

[greedbowstome]

[It’s been a few days. He’s hardly the sort to go immediately running to someone else to fix his problems, but. He can maybe try to admit that he can’t fix every problem himself. Which is what’s brought him to staring at the blank message screen he’s stared at for the last ten minutes.

Both, admitting the problem and accepting the help offered weeks ago, are neither easy things for him. But he finally sends a message, faster than he can think twice about it.]

I have decided not to rescind your offer.

[It sounds like a business deal instead of what it really is behind the ‘official’ veneer he coats everything in, but it’s out there. There is no taking it back now.]

[enoderedrum]

Hi Grumpy cat.
Yeah, I’m fine.
Safe and sound!
Thanks for asking.

🤨💙

But I’m glad to hear it.
Im gonna go on a limb and say that the wife is a fantastic kisser.

txt anightmare

[mitsubishievo]

[shortly after he picks up this call]

u good?

[enoderedrum]

Fine.

On my way home.

Voice;

[triggerguard]

[Jesper has a potential crisis. One he isn't sure has an answer. So he's calling one person he knows that understands this text at least better than he does.

Noah, please for the love of all the Saints, pick up for your drunk friend.]

[enoderedrum]

[ oh. He picks up. He’s half asleep and blindly accepting the call but he’s picking up. ]

Mm, yeah?

Therapy Time~

[greedbowstome]

When Noah gets to his room for their next session, Kaz is... a lot of messy things twisted together on the inside, it's probably more of a mess than usual, in fact. He knows he still has to talk to Jesper... at some point. He needs to figure out how to handle that, but he pushes it aside for the moment, sets it inside its own personal box to be opened when he actually needed to focus on it; he's very good at compartmentalizing when he needs to.

"Hi," he nods in greeting when he lets Noah inside. He isn't sure he's actually prepared for this. Not after what had happened– what he'd done. He can't deny he hopes Noah doesn't actually intend for him to ditch his gloves today.

[enoderedrum]

No there will not be any glove removal on this day. Noah is well aware that he’s going to have to baby step this a little bit again before he can even think about pushing Kaz into the middle depths.

The door opens and Noah smiles softly in greeting then steps forward to head inside the suite. There have been a handful of interesting things that have gone on recently and Noah has to physically pocket his hands so that he doesn’t do something to get him kicked out.

He does take a moment to feel the other boy out and look him over before finally going to flop somewhere.

text ; @heart

[corporeus]

[ the text comes in the middle of the night. a fine time to start checking on ones friends, hm? she'd intended to check in sooner, see who is still here and who isn't yet it's been weeks since she's arrived and she's only just now taking the opportunity. a quiet moment between what hell just happened and whatever's coming next ]

Are you still here?

[ then, sent about a minute later ]

It's Nina. Nina Zenik.

text » @walkingouija

[bestfuneralever]

rmbr us iad ur gonna b my plaatonic pwrson
what kkinda feal is tgat ecacyly
likw whats i. t mean

[enoderedrum]

[ uh oh…..]

Where are you?
I’ll come to you, okay?

text; un: sharpshooter ; sorry for the incoming flood

[triggerguard]

Noah? Where are you?

...It's been too long, a few hours at least.

Text

[triggerguard]

[The first had been a check-in, but no response with everything going on? Yeah it makes Jesper fidget. Noah's normally quick on the pick-up, so radio silence doesn't bode well in his book.]

Not funny, Noah. Just...Look either message back that you're good or come home.

[Except the suite with him and Wylan wasn't Noah's home now, was it?]

You know what I mean. Come back.

{Post-Hellburbia AU » Jan 11 @ 10:37pm

[greedbowstome]

Hey.

Jan 11 @ 11:13pm

[greedbowstome]

Noah...?

Text; Some time in the early hours of the 12th

[bluewithenvy]

where are you

[It's the hollow feeling of worry, nettled deep and burrowing into her bones. It's the uncomfortable shadow of Hellburbia and its spell still slinking off her like a slick oil spill--everything beneath dirty, spoiled, and ruined.

It's the missing him that has her texting at this odd hour, wondering what drew him away. She knows what keeps him at a distance--she may have been under a spell, but she hadn't been blind in the past month, hadn't missed what had been building between him and the crow in the months before.]

Text; some time later

[enoderedrum]

[ oh. boy. but he expects this one… ]

Safe.
I’m in the Hotel.

[Voice] Sometime near the start of the month.

[bluewithenvy]

Noah? Where are you right now...exactly?

[enoderedrum]

Hotel kitchen. Why? What’s up?

TXT | un: anightmare

[mitsubishievo]

so when am i giving u a tat that marks u crow too?

[enoderedrum]

This feels like a trap.

I don’t need a crow tattoo: