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@alvisgate
Rules:
Crossover and OC friendly. Violence is allowed in the rps, smut as a main theme is not. Ask about any other commen triggers.
Info:
Alvi (he/they)
22
5"2
Pale, racially ambiguous, light brown hair
Ambiguous light European accent
Aroace from an omegaverse, amnesiac
Dimension hopper, nosey, clueless
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"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
Despite their best efforts tears well up in their eyes, blurring the scene theyâre trying desperately to remember, but they nod.
Words are lost upon them in this moment. Though even if they had the words the squeeze of their throat makes it clear they wouldnât be able to say them.
Instead they take Alvis hand in their own. They donât want to loose him, but they know thereâs nothing they can do.
Alvi hugs them.
"I couldn't think of gifts to leave the kids and Bugboi. You can pick them out for me after. You can have the rest."
Artem hugs them back, not bothering to hold back their tears as hold their friend close
They canât even begin to respond through their shuddering breathes
Alvi continues to hold them tightly. When Artem is ready to pull away, they will see they are surrounded by pink and yellow roses.
When Alvi comes back to Art and Tank they make sure to leave the both of them with pink and red roses. Art is asleep, and while he wants to join them there is too much on his mind. They only have a few days left. They feel it.
Art still doesn't know. Alvi knows they will have to admit to it, but first he needs some air.
Instead of traveling to another world, Alvi goes to the mansion balcony. He does what he used to, which is to tear a small hole open between planes and gaze down at the world unlike his own. He thinks about how they should prey after this, wake up Art and hold Selene and set up Tank before he sees a familiar blue.
How long had it been before Alvi had seen the Nightcrawler succumb to his injury? Their brain is fog; a fuzzy memory of the mutant dying from teleporting into a punch plays. Alvi had grieved him, spent nights wondering if the same could happen to themself.
This was a different man, but the scene was the same. Alvi didn't think, just accepted the future perforation of their heart.
They think that when they took his place they saw confused and horrified faces? It was hard to see past the tears. He just smiled, blood leaking past his lips, and when they teleported back to the mansion he left behind a piece of his lung. Somewhere in muddled mind Alvi accepted they didn't know anatomy as well as they thought he did.
Hole in his chest, they close the balcony door. Tank, being washed over with a sense of peace, comes to lay with them. Psychically, they share I love yous before Alvi's chest stops heaving. Soon after the familiar they never knew they had stills.
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
Despite their best efforts tears well up in their eyes, blurring the scene theyâre trying desperately to remember, but they nod.
Words are lost upon them in this moment. Though even if they had the words the squeeze of their throat makes it clear they wouldnât be able to say them.
Instead they take Alvis hand in their own. They donât want to loose him, but they know thereâs nothing they can do.
Alvi hugs them.
"I couldn't think of gifts to leave the kids and Bugboi. You can pick them out for me after. You can have the rest."
Artem hugs them back, not bothering to hold back their tears as hold their friend close
They canât even begin to respond through their shuddering breathes
Alvi continues to hold them tightly. When Artem is ready to pull away, they will see they are surrounded by pink and yellow roses.
When Alvi comes back to Art and Tank they make sure to leave the both of them with pink and red roses. Art is asleep, and while he wants to join them there is too much on his mind. They only have a few days left. They feel it.
Art still doesn't know. Alvi knows they will have to admit to it, but first he needs some air.
Instead of traveling to another world, Alvi goes to the mansion balcony. He does what he used to, which is to tear a small hole open between planes and gaze down at the world unlike his own. He thinks about how they should prey after this, wake up Art and hold Selene and set up Tank before he sees a familiar blue.
How long had it been before Alvi had seen the Nightcrawler succumb to his injury? Their brain is fog; a fuzzy memory of the mutant dying from teleporting into a punch plays. Alvi had grieved him, spent nights wondering if the same could happen to themself.
This was a different man, but the scene was the same. Alvi didn't think, just accepted the future perforation of their heart.
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
Despite their best efforts tears well up in their eyes, blurring the scene theyâre trying desperately to remember, but they nod.
Words are lost upon them in this moment. Though even if they had the words the squeeze of their throat makes it clear they wouldnât be able to say them.
Instead they take Alvis hand in their own. They donât want to loose him, but they know thereâs nothing they can do.
Alvi hugs them.
"I couldn't think of gifts to leave the kids and Bugboi. You can pick them out for me after. You can have the rest."
Artem hugs them back, not bothering to hold back their tears as hold their friend close
They canât even begin to respond through their shuddering breathes
Alvi continues to hold them tightly. When Artem is ready to pull away, they will see they are surrounded by pink and yellow roses.
When Alvi comes back to Art and Tank they make sure to leave the both of them with pink and red roses. Art is asleep, and while he wants to join them there is too much on his mind. They only have a few days left. They feel it.
Art still doesn't know. Alvi knows they will have to admit to it, but first he needs some air.
Instead of traveling to another world, Alvi goes to the mansion balcony. He does what he used to, which is to tear a small hole open between planes and gaze down at the world unlike his own. He thinks about how they should prey after this, wake up Art and hold Selene and set up Tank before he sees a familiar blue.
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
Despite their best efforts tears well up in their eyes, blurring the scene theyâre trying desperately to remember, but they nod.
Words are lost upon them in this moment. Though even if they had the words the squeeze of their throat makes it clear they wouldnât be able to say them.
Instead they take Alvis hand in their own. They donât want to loose him, but they know thereâs nothing they can do.
Alvi hugs them.
"I couldn't think of gifts to leave the kids and Bugboi. You can pick them out for me after. You can have the rest."
Artem hugs them back, not bothering to hold back their tears as hold their friend close
They canât even begin to respond through their shuddering breathes
Alvi continues to hold them tightly. When Artem is ready to pull away, they will see they are surrounded by pink and yellow roses.
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"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
Despite their best efforts tears well up in their eyes, blurring the scene theyâre trying desperately to remember, but they nod.
Words are lost upon them in this moment. Though even if they had the words the squeeze of their throat makes it clear they wouldnât be able to say them.
Instead they take Alvis hand in their own. They donât want to loose him, but they know thereâs nothing they can do.
Alvi hugs them.
"I couldn't think of gifts to leave the kids and Bugboi. You can pick them out for me after. You can have the rest."
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
âI will tooâ
They try to commit everything about this moment to memory. They wonder if theyâll ever be able to drink chamomile again without thinking of their friend
"If I don't touch my phone for a whole day, it'll send you a message letting you know. If it comes to that, you'll know I'm gone."
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
âIâm glad, I love when you visitâ
They drink their tea slowly, savoring the moment along with the flavor
"I'll miss this," he swirled his tea by moving the cup. Was this really worth it? The thought of being trapped in a life like his last made him sick, but they weren't sure of anything anymore.
Alvi hasn't felt present since yesterday. All there is is fog.
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
The tea is chamomile and the blanket Artem drapes over his shoulders is fuzzy.
Artem wants to ask how they are but based on their friends slow movements theyâre scared about what kind of answer theyâll get, so they focus on the stars instead, quietly rambling to Alvi about the constellations that are visible and what their stories are
Alvi listens intently, smiling tiredly. He drank the chamomile, grateful to have a considerate friend that knew his favorite tea.
"I love being here," he said.
"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
When Alvi arrives to the tower, Artem has some tea and chairs set up, along with a few blankets
Alvi almost cries. Tea always makes him feel better. For Artem's sake, he doesn't. Feeling weak, he slowly sits down and accepts the items.
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"Artem, do you want to stargaze or something? For old times sake."
âThatâs sounds nice yeah, letâs go stargazingâ
[ @alvisgate ]
"Meet you at the tower."
Tank approaches Artem. He blinks up at them, trying to ask for a treat with his mind.
âHuhâŚ. Didnât know you could do that bud⌠yeah I can get you a treatâ
Tank skates in a circle. Artem understood! â¤ď¸
âOne of my kids communicates entirely through telepathy, I can recognize anotherâs presence budâ
They pull out the crushed fruit ice cubes and put them on a little plate for Tank
Tank happily eats the fruit cubes. He thinks warm feelings at Artem, and the following: I'm glad I came here while my human was distracted with the other you.
If the Tank can sense as well as project thought he will feel the wall go up as Artem ignores that branch of thoughts and feelings that statement brings up.
âOh I didnât know you could travel on your ownâ
Tank shrinks halfway into his shell. Did he do something wrong? He just missed his friends
âNo no buddy, you didnât do anything wrong, I just haveâŚ..some issues around feeling things around other people so I⌠divert my attention off things sometimes. Iâll deal with it later probablyâ
He perks up and skuddles to their feet. He rests his head on one.
âSorry for scaring you like thatâ
They reach down and pet him
Tank asks if he can join a tea party with Brie. Maybe their human and date could join? Tank wants to try tea.
Tank approaches Artem. He blinks up at them, trying to ask for a treat with his mind.
âHuhâŚ. Didnât know you could do that bud⌠yeah I can get you a treatâ
Tank skates in a circle. Artem understood! â¤ď¸
âOne of my kids communicates entirely through telepathy, I can recognize anotherâs presence budâ
They pull out the crushed fruit ice cubes and put them on a little plate for Tank
Tank happily eats the fruit cubes. He thinks warm feelings at Artem, and the following: I'm glad I came here while my human was distracted with the other you.
If the Tank can sense as well as project thought he will feel the wall go up as Artem ignores that branch of thoughts and feelings that statement brings up.
âOh I didnât know you could travel on your ownâ
Tank shrinks halfway into his shell. Did he do something wrong? He just missed his friends
âNo no buddy, you didnât do anything wrong, I just haveâŚ..some issues around feeling things around other people so I⌠divert my attention off things sometimes. Iâll deal with it later probablyâ
He perks up and skuddles to their feet. He rests his head on one.
Tank approaches Artem. He blinks up at them, trying to ask for a treat with his mind.
âHuhâŚ. Didnât know you could do that bud⌠yeah I can get you a treatâ
Tank skates in a circle. Artem understood! â¤ď¸
âOne of my kids communicates entirely through telepathy, I can recognize anotherâs presence budâ
They pull out the crushed fruit ice cubes and put them on a little plate for Tank
Tank happily eats the fruit cubes. He thinks warm feelings at Artem, and the following: I'm glad I came here while my human was distracted with the other you.
If the Tank can sense as well as project thought he will feel the wall go up as Artem ignores that branch of thoughts and feelings that statement brings up.
âOh I didnât know you could travel on your ownâ
Tank shrinks halfway into his shell. Did he do something wrong? He just missed his friends
Tank approaches Artem. He blinks up at them, trying to ask for a treat with his mind.
âHuhâŚ. Didnât know you could do that bud⌠yeah I can get you a treatâ
Tank skates in a circle. Artem understood! â¤ď¸
âOne of my kids communicates entirely through telepathy, I can recognize anotherâs presence budâ
They pull out the crushed fruit ice cubes and put them on a little plate for Tank
Tank happily eats the fruit cubes. He thinks warm feelings at Artem, and the following: I'm glad I came here while my human was distracted with the other you.
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Tank approaches Artem. He blinks up at them, trying to ask for a treat with his mind.
âHuhâŚ. Didnât know you could do that bud⌠yeah I can get you a treatâ
Tank skates in a circle. Artem understood! â¤ď¸
Hey Alvi have you met the queen
Fuck. Off.
