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Feels awesome to be getting this lineup filled out.
Granted there are characters not listed on here and forms I'll just be adding in as I do refs lol so I may have to make this into two groups
Reblogging here for some height refs. I plan to update the ref page one I finish Jeal's ref. Im missing his alien cat form since im changing its design a bit
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
Mike said nothing at first as he added Lyle's mug to the 'deal with later' pile in the sink. Like everything else in the apartment, he supposed. Mostly he just wanted to get out of here and clear whatever was wrong with his head, but he didn't really know how to put that into words. So instead he said, "Eh, y'know, compare prices on appliances." He nodded at the stack of dishes, noticeably larger than it had been that morning. "Look at what cabinet options they've got. Get some ideas."
The renovation had been a spur of the moment decision, motivated mainly by a desire to rip out and bury all that remained of the past. And Ash deserved somewhere nice to live now he had decided to stick around. Sera, too, when she swung by. He wasn't sure where she went when she didn't, but when he asked she'd given him some bull about girls needing secrets.
Well, she'd managed nearly twenty years on her own. His heart twisted painfully in his chest.
"Did I ever tell you about my grandpa?" Mike grabbed his usual jacket and swung it around his shoulders before picking up his keys. It wasn't really a change in subject. Lyle had asked for it, after all. Kind of. "Grandpa Yosuke was a crazy old bugger. T'be honest I don't think he would'a minded if I caused a scene at a tea ceremony."
"I've only heard about tea ceremonies when Duncan complains about how stuffy they are." Lyle did wonder if it was really as stuffy as family gatherings for special dinners. Duncan did compare it to some of those at the time.
"Duncan would probably be able to tell you about times hes made a scene at events if you ever ask him. When he stops...well...trying to prank you all the time." He sighs as he grabs the trench coat he left by the door. It wasn't his old one but it was close enough. He did love that one, but you can only repair so much.
"I did try to tell him to knock ot off after the glitter bomb." Mentally Lyle made a note to ask Duncan why he seemed to be singleing Mike out specifically lately but he did remember one thing that may help. "Im not sure why he's choosing you specifically but usually you can appease him with treats."
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
"I'm an embarrassment to two countries," Mike added, if the tea ceremony thing his parents talked about was any indication. They never let him go to one, for fear that he'd flip the table over or something and bring shame on their family; they were probably right.
Oh well. It was Eric's fault for throwing pearls before swine.
He drained the rest of his tea and dumped the mug into the sink. A dishwasher was definitely one of the additions he wanted for the new kitchen. And Ash wanted lots of storage and prep space... maybe they could spend the rest of the afternoon at the hardware store.
Just two guys, looking at cabinets and fittings. Y'know, guy things. Not a date.
"We can go to Leo's after if you want and see what they've got. Probably not much, but worth a look." He really hoped that he wouldn't have to trek all the way out to Seattle to fit the place out... but he wasn't holding his breath.
"If two countries are this uppity about tea then im fine being an embarrassment to them too" Lyle snorted, taking a other sip of his tea.
"Leo's sounds alright. Do you have in mind that we should look for there?" Lyle was a bit slower drinking his own cup but once Mike suggested going elsewhere he took a big swig to get the rest before nabbing a final cookie to go.
Getting some fresh air after all the dust and spiders sounded like a great idea. Plus it was nice to hang out more with Mike.
Lyle got up and put his own mug in the sink while munching on his last bit of cookie. Ash really made some addicting cookies.

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💀 - My muse has been dead for over a month when your muse starts getting messages from their social media account, but no one else has access to it.
😰 - Our muses are watching videos together, when they come across what could be a real disturbing event caught on film.
😀 - Your muse has been blocked by mine over and over again, but they keep making more and more social media accounts just to stalk them.
😈 - My muse confronts yours about a chain letter they sent them over email. They thought it would be funny, but now strange things are actually happening.
😖 - My muse gets a follow/friend request from your muse and thinks they seem interesting. However, one quickly begins to realize the other muse may be stalking them.
🤐 - Our muses have never met in person, but one day your muse notices mine tagging themselves in all of your muse’s photos. In the background in the shadows. In a dark window. Behind a cracked door. In the closet.
👽 - Our muses see something they can’t explain and manage to get it on camera. But when they upload it to social media and start getting a lot of attention, it mysterious disappears. And suddenly they’re seeing strange people outside their homes and following them wherever they go.
👻 - Our muses meet on a forum about ghosts and the paranormal while sharing their own experiences.
🤡 - While looking through a gallery of photos our muses took together on a date/trip, they notice a strange figure in the background of every photo, watching them.
🕵️ - My muse has been talking with someone on a dating app for a while, but your muse doesn’t trust them. They think something is wrong, and are trying to convince my muse to be cautious (perhaps after some online digging uncovers an unpleasant secret).
👁 - My muse sends yours a selfie, but your muse is the first to notice something odd in the background. It looks like my muse isn’t home alone after all.
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
"They're really good! I've never had cookies lacking those ingredients that tasted this good before...I almost have to wonder if he has some secret ingredient we don't know of." Lyle chuckled, reaching for another one. He looked mildly amused with the improvised strainer method as he took bite out of the new cookie. "Still better than Martin making tea using lab equipment. He's done that more than a few times and the one time I dared to try it....well....I don't know how he drinks the stuff other than to stay awake." Either way the warm orange of the tea looked far more inviting than the tea he tried that time.
"Well, you can take a guess at who most of this belongs to 'cause I can't bake worth a damn. He might give you the recipe if you ask nicely." Mike made a face at the mention of Martin's... methods. He might be a tea heathen as far as Eric was concerned, but at least he didn't go that far; he wasn't an animal. "Your brother is insane, you know that right?"
Well, here goes nothing. After adding his customary splash of milk, it looked right. He took a cautious sip. "I don't know if I expected some kinda revelation," he said, squinting at it, "but it's pretty much the same."
A bit less bitter, he supposed, not that being slapped around by tannins ever bothered him. Did he do something wrong, or was his sense of taste just seared off by gasoline and auto paint? Well, if he messed it up anyway, there was no point being precious about it. He took one of the cookies and dunked it in.
"I err.. was never too great at cooking myself..that recipe would be wasted on me." Lyle was a bit sheepish to admit that. "As crazy as Martin seems.. he's actually a pretty good cook when using the proper tools. Something about most recipes being like chemistry he said." It really didnt surprise him to hear Martin be called insane by yet another person. The things he did on the other world would be described as nothing less at times.
Turning his focus to the tea, Lyle took a sip before adding a splash of milk as well. "I can't tell the difference that much either. We might be the worst brits here." He shrugged and took another cookie. Just without dipping it into his drink before eating it.
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
"I-err...thanks" Lyle tried not to read to hard into that but a small blush crept into his face regardless. Instead he focused more on the fact that Mike wasn't surprised about the fire and felt a weight of anxiety lift off his shoulders. At least he knew that one more of the people he cared about would be a lot more casual about the changes. Hopefully. He was drawn back out of his thoughts by Mike's voice. "I guess we both have people like that." Lyle replied before realizing what he was saying. Well he wasn't wrong. At least the show of setting the jars on the license plate was so ridiculous that Lyle couldn't help but laugh. A novelty of a tray indeed. "Clearly you've done so much more than nothing" Lyle jokingly replied, as he reached for a cookie. "Thanks." If Lyle paused for a moment after taking a bite, it was because it was one of the best cookies he's ever eaten.
"S'pose everyone does," Mike muttered, poking at the jug as it transmuted from water to something resembling tea. Maybe if their lives never crossed they'd both be better off for it. Maybe he'd still have Gael, and Eric would have two working legs.
But there wasn't any point in thinking about maybes and what ifs, now. It wasn't fair on either of them. It certainly wasn't fair on Lyle. Looking back at him, Mike's expression softened slightly. He hoped that he wouldn't have the same effect on him that he seemed to have on everyone else in his life.
A black hole, Eric had called him.
"They're good right?" He nodded at the plate. "And there's no butter or eggs or anything. I dunno how the kid does it."
There, that looked close enough to the deep amber colour he was used to. And the leaves had unfurled from their little rolls. That had to be a good sign right? Manhandling the jug and the smallest of the strainers Ash bought for his baking, Mike tipped the tea into the waiting mugs. "I swear we're getting actual kitchen stuff at some point. Just gotta wait until after I'm done fixing the place up. Ash would kill me if I broke something we just bought."
"They're really good! I've never had cookies lacking those ingredients that tasted this good before...I almost have to wonder if he has some secret ingredient we don't know of." Lyle chuckled, reaching for another one.
He looked mildly amused with the improvised strainer method as he took bite out of the new cookie. "Still better than Martin making tea using lab equipment. He's done that more than a few times and the one time I dared to try it....well....I don't know how he drinks the stuff other than to stay awake." Either way the warm orange of the tea looked far more inviting than the tea he tried that time.
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
Lyle froze when he realized what he did to the spider and awkwardly watched as the corpse fell. "err...sorry about that..I...can clean that up later instead." He really needed to work on not burning things that startled him, regardless of how he felt about bugs. The silence seemed to stretch on as he followed Mike to the kitchen, making Lyle worry he might've messed up by torching that spider. Mike wasn't the easiest guy to read sometimes but then again Lyle's nerves might still be a bit shot still. Fending off monsters in the night for a few months wasn't too great for those....on top of other...things. If he jolted a little when Mike read out the tea's name, he really hoped Mike didn't notice as he calmed his expression. He barely caught what the name was and felt too embarrassed to ask Mike to repeat it. It couldn't taste all that bad though could it? Lyle pulled out of his thoughts faster this time when Mike asked about Eric. He frowned a little as he tried to place a face to the name. "I'm not sure I have...although with a description like that I feel like I'd remember if I had seen him." His tone lightened up as he tried to imagine a rooster like man, the mental image looking a bit silly with a fancy but poofy outfit and a bright crest of hair.
"Eric's started doing that with the fire, too," Mike snorted. "I like it a lot more from you."
Ah, fuck it. He dumped what looked roughly like the right amount into a jug, and when the kettle dinged he dumped its contents unceremoniously over the top. He could picture Eric pulling his hair out, squawking something about the temperature of the water, what was supposed to go first, how many times he was supposed to stir clockwise—the thought lit a savage little spark of glee inside.
"Yer lucky," He groused as he turned back to the cupboards to figure out where the hell he put the sugar. "My life would be a bit less shit without him in it."
That was a little unfair. But only a little. And he deserved it.
How long was this stuff meant to steep for, anyway? Longer than his usual brew, based on the fact that the water remained stubbornly clear. He wasn't one for sitting around and he was already bored. To kill time, he made a show of setting out little jars of milk and sugar in front of Lyle on the fanciest thing that passed for a tray in his house (a novelty license plate) and even got him a plate of the last few of Ash's cookies that survived being devoured in one sitting. "Don't say I never did nothin' for you," he declared with a faux bow. "Bon appétit."
"I-err...thanks" Lyle tried not to read to hard into that but a small blush crept into his face regardless. Instead he focused more on the fact that Mike wasn't surprised about the fire and felt a weight of anxiety lift off his shoulders. At least he knew that one more of the people he cared about would be a lot more casual about the changes. Hopefully.
He was drawn back out of his thoughts by Mike's voice. "I guess we both have people like that." Lyle replied before realizing what he was saying. Well he wasn't wrong. At least the show of setting the jars on the license plate was so ridiculous that Lyle couldn't help but laugh. A novelty of a tray indeed. "Clearly you've done so much more than nothing" Lyle jokingly replied, as he reached for a cookie. "Thanks." If Lyle paused for a moment after taking a bite, it was because it was one of the best cookies he's ever eaten.
37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
Nothing Mike could do now would make Lyle change his opinion of him. By now Lyle was certain of that fact. So while he understood some things went down after he was taken, he didn't want Mike to think that the changes were an issue for him. So he waited, ignoring the muttered comment that lacked any bite, for Mike to face him. The man seemed so downcast that he just wanted to offer some comfort, at least helping clean up his place was something he could do for now. "It better be good if it's supposed to be fancy." Lyle responded with a snort. "Over-stuffed rooster is a new one though-" He paused with a yelp and swatted at a spider that snuck up on him to crawl on his hand. Incinerating it with a sudden puff of of summoned fire.
Mike's eyes followed the smouldering corpse as it drifted to the floor, pity twinging in whatever passed for a heart for him. It was kind of his fault that the resident spiders were homeless now. That, and he could've taken the time to sweep them up before stopping for a break. "Sorry, I'll clean 'em up after."
The box Eric gave him still sat, abandoned, on the kitchen counter, wrapped in a neat little bow and everything. What, was it supposed to be a 'sorry your boyfriend is dead'? Or 'sorry I ruined your life'?
Whatever.
Kettle on, milk out. He found two mugs in the back of the cupboard that hadn't been chipped yet and checked them for spiders. While the water boiled he squinted at the little box, struggling to decipher the looping script embossed in gold on the front. "Orange pekoe, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."
How was he supposed to measure this stuff? Did he even own a fancy tea strainer?
"You've met Eric, right?" He called back over his shoulder as he rattled around in the drawers. Maybe he could brew it in a measuring jug and use one of the regular strainers? Ash was out so it wasn't like he'd be doing any baking today. "He does look like a big fucking bird."
Lyle froze when he realized what he did to the spider and awkwardly watched as the corpse fell. "err...sorry about that..I...can clean that up later instead." He really needed to work on not burning things that startled him, regardless of how he felt about bugs.
The silence seemed to stretch on as he followed Mike to the kitchen, making Lyle worry he might've messed up by torching that spider. Mike wasn't the easiest guy to read sometimes but then again Lyle's nerves might still be a bit shot still. Fending off monsters in the night for a few months wasn't too great for those....on top of other...things.
If he jolted a little when Mike read out the tea's name, he really hoped Mike didn't notice as he calmed his expression. He barely caught what the name was and felt too embarrassed to ask Mike to repeat it. It couldn't taste all that bad though could it?
Lyle pulled out of his thoughts faster this time when Mike asked about Eric. He frowned a little as he tried to place a face to the name. "I'm not sure I have...although with a description like that I feel like I'd remember if I had seen him." His tone lightened up as he tried to imagine a rooster like man, the mental image looking a bit silly with a fancy but poofy outfit and a bright crest of hair.

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37 - Lyle to Mike
Misc. sentence & symbol starters - “I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
Mike scratched at a peeling chip of paint on the windowsill where the condensation pooled over the years. "Maybe you should be," he muttered, finally, long after the rain stopped tapping out the seconds on the glass. There was no bite to it; why would there be? There was no anger any more, only a simple, unavoidable truth. And he could never be angry at Lyle.
He was glad, though. Maybe it was selfish of him. Selfish to want someone around, despite the threat he posed, the danger that seemed to follow him in his shadow. He'd only blame himself if Lyle got hurt, but...
Ugh, what'd gotten into him? Maybe it was the crappy weather. "Want a cuppa?" He eased himself off the sill in a shower of paint flakes and evicted spiders. He'd get to it eventually; it's not like he'd finished stripping back the plaster in the stairwell yet, and he still needed to replace all the windows with double glazing. "That overstuffed rooster gave me some fancy stuff to try, sayin' I gotta 'broaden my horizons' or some shit, but I reckon he's tryna bribe me."
Nothing Mike could do now would make Lyle change his opinion of him. By now Lyle was certain of that fact. So while he understood some things went down after he was taken, he didn't want Mike to think that the changes were an issue for him.
So he waited, ignoring the muttered comment that lacked any bite, for Mike to face him. The man seemed so downcast that he just wanted to offer some comfort, at least helping clean up his place was something he could do for now.
"It better be good if it's supposed to be fancy." Lyle responded with a snort. "Over-stuffed rooster is a new one though-" He paused with a yelp and swatted at a spider that snuck up on him to crawl on his hand. Incinerating it with a sudden puff of of summoned fire.
🔥☕🌧️ for your Rook!
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🔥 — Something they’re passionate about
Rook is very passionate about his plants, from making sure they're cared for with specific watering schedules, replanting as needed to even pollinating them by hand, he keeps a journal on how each plant is doing down to the detail.
He also has a scrapbook with pressed leaves from each plant he's ever cared for. It's the only thing that survived the original disaster at the facility when Thales was confronted and Kozen ended up being accidentally summoned. Large portions of the island's buildings were destroyed from sheer amount of tremors Kozen caused while forcing her way in through the portal underground. Including the greenhouse and dorm area Rook had his personal plants in. Thomas later found and picked it out of the rubble while cleaning up. He gave it back to Rook the first chance he got.
Since he started living with Miralki as her apprentice, he's been slowly rebuilding his collection while also helping her tend to her own garden.
☕ — A small everyday detail about them
Rook has a bad habit of chewing on his pencils and pens while thinking. It was something he got scolded for growing up but he was never able to break the habit. Martin was not happy when Rook borrowed a drafting pencil from him and later returned it nibbled on. He ended up telling Rook to just keep it and got him a set of pencils and pens of his own so he'd stop borrowing his while they worked together.
🌧️ — What makes them cry
Being forever alienated from his species. Rook tries to push the thought down, but growing up thinking he was human made him so different from his kin that it was a massive culture shock when he finally got his chance to spend time among them. He tried to hold his frustration inside at how hard it was to fit in and want to be there, but eventually it spilled over. Miralki was the one to find him while visiting for something else and took the time to comfort him then asked if he wanted to come with her for a bit while he figured out what he really wanted. Once in a while, if he lets himself dwell on that time, Rook can't help but cry a little at the lack of a family he could have had there.
Jeal ref so far. Just need to work on the cat form now
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Finally working on a full updated Jeal ref
Trapped for being an evasive little shit