▌◊ Theodore - Blog Posts

It was getting to be a lot, especially with what transpired from the events concerning the Drive-In. With his boss's brother dying, things were, in his mind, progressing very quickly along the designated path. He had to get away from it for a bit, acting normal. Old habits seemed to die hard, as he went about doing this. Slipping easily into the act, as if he were pretending to be someone else, his entire life. Perhaps, he was.

Stopping by the café on his route to excuse himself from whatever was going on concerning the most recent death of a member. The fact that it wasn't just any member, either, was a significant concern. Azazel stood to one side, waiting for his order to be fulfilled, scanning over the rest of the room in the time he had to his thoughts.

The quiet of the café, barely full of anyone at this hour, thankfully. He spotted one that stuck out to him, jotting away in their journal. Turning his head away, he smiled as his drink was finally delivered, “Thank you-” He whispered appreciatively, then glanced back toward the male. A split second or so later, as the other spoke up, he tutted, “Now tell me what I'm thinking.” Azazel replied, taking another drink from his cup. He seemingly carelessly moved closer to the other, studying the male. Not sure why he was even interested at all. Perhaps boredom, honestly, anything to distract himself from one of the other two things currently consuming his life at the moment. “Don't worry, though, I'm not interested in you. Go back to your writing-” He turned away and walked to the other side of the café, still in eyesight of the other.

Sitting near a window, he turned to look out of it as he quietly enjoyed his drink for the time being, slouching and bending over the table from the waist, he rested his head in his free hand, looking quite content and at peace at that moment. Though in reality, his mind was anything but at peace.

@boneyardstarters ; open starter ! date: april 29th location: a quaint café somewhere in vegas

fun fact: your bones always ached the day after a mission. or maybe that was just him. there was always that dull, insistent throb that hummed beneath the skin, nested deep in marrow, as if his skeleton remembered what he didn’t want to; as though his body knew it had never been built to carry this kind of weight. a slight, slender frame that spoke of cathedral halls, faded sonnets, and tragic french novellas; better suited to waste away in verse, not weave paths of blood with someone else’s heartbeat in his hands. and yet. the others moved like soldiers, all muscle and momentum — he was the scalpel in a drawer full of sledgehammers. precise. quiet ( unless he had fully gone off the deep end, which, thankfully, hadn’t happened in a bit ). lethal. easy to underestimate once, never twice — if you didn’t mind losing your throat, that was. still, it left him tired, though he was tired at the best of times. he sat alone in the booth the lémieuxs had always claimed — back when legacy was louder than loss. the cracked leather beneath him remembered better days. so did he. it had seen him at his worst. held him when nothing else did, and continued to do so. it was, in every way, a refuge. the kind of place that knew better than to ask questions. his usual arrived without him asking. refills appeared as if by instinct. they knew his order even when he couldn’t remember it himself. a journal lay open before him, its spine worn and pages crowded with black ink, as the same coffee went cold in front of him — same cup, same bitterness. his elbows rested on the wood, spine curled forward, a soft crescent over the table, dark curls falling over his face like shadows. unbothered, untouched, unseen … except, not really. he let the silence stretch, and then, without lifting his head or giving the pen pause, he finally spoke, “i can feel you staring, you know.”

Jett is fighting with someone. Amazing

This is the first time that one of Theodore's schemes with Golden Boy is causing tensions among the Super Wings during the missions, like making them upset and almost angry.

Eventually Jett and Curie made up from these misunderstandings caused by the golden duo at the end of the episode.

I LOVE THEIR BEEF SM

I love this meme. The idea of it with superwings is not mine although I thought about it but I was kinda lazy so yeah(more humanization of the gb!!) Oh and ignore the crooked posters pls

OKAY SO!

MY FRIEND IS PLAYING HERE FOR SWEET HEARTS AND IVE BEEN WATCHING! AND OH MY GOD THERES SO MUCH FORESHADOWING!!

BIG SPOILERS FOR HFSH AFTER THE CUT

SO!

THE WHOLE THING WITH NOVAS WHOLE GOAL BEING TO GET PEOPLE TO LIKE THEM, which is one of the more noticible. ALSO HOW IT CALLS BEFRIENDING A CHARACTER "Gaining their hearts"

UH BUT ALSO

NOVA EVEN SAYS THEY ARE A VAMPIRE!!!! (Though Theodore takes it as a joke, and the player likely does too)

LOOK AT THIS!!!

I mean I know Nova isnt royalty, but they are rich too.

THERES PROBABLY EVEN MORE IM FORGETTING.

GOSH I LOVE REPLAYING GAMES AND SEEING ALL THE FORESHADOWING!!!!!!!!!

EEEK!!!

(BTW shes only starting Ollies route today, so there isnt much ive seen so far, im sure ill notice even more the farther she gets into the game)