livin in a dream — tattoos , open .

[MICAH K.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; Font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]he huffs a breath out of his nose in a bit of his laugh; his brother’s obvious nerves over something as trivial as tattoos. well, maybe he’s glad that these are the things teddy frets over, nothing too bad, micah wants the worst things happening to him being “trivial.”

once they’re in the parlor, he begins looking at the various art pieces and designs on the walls and such; it’s been awhile since he’s gotten any new work and he hasn’t had a chance to stop in yet. micah listens to teddy and the artist speak, contributing every once in awhile, more than he normally would in any other setting. micah’s been getting tattoos since he was like... thirteen, the first few being done in some grimy apartment by some gang affiliate. they’ve long been covered up by bigger and better pieces, but the memories are still fresh, especially now. ” it’s all da time you spend pickin’ out clothes, “ he poked some fun at teddy, a faint smile flashing on his face for a moment.

seeing juliette lets the usual tension he carries in shoulders to dissipate, even amongst everyone else that has begun to gather. another things micah truly doesn’t understand about his younger brother; his affinity for having an audience. the thought alone nearly makes him audibly groan. however, he’s able to shove that aside as he pushes in front of mike without even a glance. he claps a hand onto teddy’s shoulder and gives it a shake, [color=#000000]” don’t go flatterin’ yourself, only be acouple minutes, “ he ensures him, knowing full well he isn’t getting anything too intricate, so they’d be in and out of there. micah crosses his arm, gently setting one on juli’s arm as he watched the design be sketched out.


[spoiler= tags, updated 01/19/2021]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 7 months .[/spoiler]

[TEDDY.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]With word out about the leaders all in the tattoo parlour, an audience soon multiplied as intrigued passersby stood nearby to observe. If Teddy was being honest, in this instance the audience wasn’t too welcomed by him. With slightly pouted lips, eyes darted across those standing around, Teddy realising that, even with something as simple as two stick and poke tattoos, his reputation was always on the line. He didn’t enjoy pain, but who really did? Skin more or less untarnished from his former days, it was often Micah who received the brunt of Teddy’s recklessness. He was always the person prepared to break bones and dislocate joints on Teddy’s behalf, even whilst he risked getting injured himself.

Teddy, on the other hand, wasn’t as immune to being on the receiving end of something painful. He was fortunate to be sheltered for a lot of his life, not by circumstance but by a brother who spent a large proportion of his time looking out for his little brother. Even something as simple as a brandish on his skin made Teddy’s blood go cold at the anticipation of a little pain — he was far more used to others in pain due to his actions. Gaze landed on Mike, and the smallest of scowls curled at his lips. Oh, Mike would love to see Teddy squirm; that’s the only reason that he was here, right?

Soon, Teddy tried to ignore the man stood nearby. Eyes rolled lightheartedly at his brother’s comments, lifting his head to peer up at Micah as the artist moved to the other side to draw the outline on his other inner forearm. ❝ Right, I’ll give ya that. ❞ He hummed before a small grin flitted across his features briefly.

Next, he turned his head to look over at Juliette, playfully milking the offer by jutting his bottom lip out and laying his arm down flat, palm up to hold onto her hand. ❝ Think I gotta. ❞ He pointed out, squeezing her hand gently before eventually letting go once the artist cleared her throat and raised the tattoo needle in preparation to begin. ❝ The outlines are okay? ❞ She enquired, Teddy having a look before giving her a hum of approval before she added, ❝ Gonna begin then, if you’re happy. ❞ The artist sent the needle down, poking into Teddy’s skin. Face twitched, Teddy’s jaw tight as to try remain as stoic as possible during the procedure. If Mike wasn’t in the room, Teddy would have cared a lot less; but, now he was determined to save face and grit his teeth throughout the process.

[TEDDY.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Teddy relied on no one but his brother. For the majority of his life it had been all he knew, his older brother thrust into the parental role that their father had neglected after their mother’s death. If Teddy were to compare Micah to their father, at least Micah had been around to see Teddy grow up. It had been Micah who sacrificed his childhood so that Teddy could have one. Nowadays, though, Teddy’s reliance on his brother was more subtle, yet never fleeting. After all, Micah was the only person who had ever made Teddy feel safe in his life.

❝ You ain’t gonna up and leave halfway through, are ya? ❞ Teddy questioned, half-lightheartedly, half-nervously as he flitted his gaze up towards his older brother. Micah’s lip curled for a split second, followed by a nonchalant, ❝ Nah. ❞ Teddy’s lips curled downwards, the slightest pout before he looked ahead of him. When Micah made up his mind, no matter how curt his words (or, in this instance, word) were, he’d never go back on a promise with Teddy. ❝ Good. ❞ Fixing his hair with one smooth slick, Teddy then opened the door, holding it open for his older brother before following close behind. They approached the artist, a man who was preparing his station with the equipment needed for hand poke tattoos.

After some small talk, Teddy slumped down into the seat, a smile that only his brother could know was a look of wariness as he held his arm out for the artist to begin preparing to ink his upper forearm. Teddy's first ever tattoos. Eyes glanced back up to his brother, crinkling his nose up as he said, ❝ How you had the patience to get all them tattoos, I’ll never know. ❞ He huffed, before sucking in a sharp breath suddenly at a sharpness against his skin. ❝ Just tracing the design now, Boss. ❞ The tattoo artist assured, Teddy then relaxing and sinking back into the seat again. ❝ Yeh. I knew that. ❞ He lied smoothly.

Turning his head, he took notice of several curious Badlanders wandering into the room, interested in watching someone getting a tattoo. Great — Teddy was already nervous enough around needles, and now he had a crowd to watch him? He smiled smugly their way, determined to hide his nerves before he commented arrogantly, ❝ Jesus. Just had to find a good reason to spend more time with me, yeah? ❞ Despite the lightness to his words, it was beginning to get more difficult to conceal his reservations about getting these two small tattoos. It wasn’t that he didn’t want tattoos, but it was simply the fact that the thought of being poked by a needle time after time again was enough to make his head feel a little woozy. They’d be worth it in the end, though, right?

// had permission to powerplay micah!

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL PROSPECTIVE

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Salem was one of those teenagers. She'd found a spare needle and the pot where her mother stored all of the ink she'd manage to scavenge. It was simple, really; a small smiley face had lived on the inside of her thigh for the past eight or so years, though it was beginning to fade rapidly. She didn't remember the pain so much as the nervous giggling that had flooded her all while she was poking herself.

So, when she found herself in a local tattoo shop, looking to get something professional done, the last person she expected to see there was Teddy. She wanted so, so badly to make a snarky comment about how she thought princesses didn't get their hands dirty, though she knew it would lead to nothing but trouble. Instead, she simply led with "Hello," before sitting in one of the waiting chairs.

VITALS

> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None

TAGS

━ ━xGENERAL
> N/A | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Unnamed Father x Unnamed Mother | no siblings
>Lesbian | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning

I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong

a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling

[JULIETTE]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]upon hearing about teddy's plans on getting tattoos, juliette made up her mind within seconds that she couldn't miss it. she was no stranger to getting poked with needles in order to gain body art, she had various tattoos scattered among her body, including on her right hand which was quite covered. she could relate to the nerves that teddy felt, she too felt nervous when she was getting her first one, but as soon as it was finished, the nerves disappeared and she wanted more. she was quite content with the amount she had currently, pondering one or two more dedicated to her boys, but in the end, she had no desire to get covered from head to toe like her husband, even though she adored his on him, she was just too arrogant to cover up most of her beauty.

with the twins asleep and victor sat close by to watch them, juliette followed after them a bit later, her pace picking up so she didn't miss any of it. once she was in the shop, she began to maneuver her way through the small crowd until people began to step aside once they realized who it was. "parfait[sup]![/sup]" she said once she found the two men. "right in time." she took a seat by the station, crossing a leg over the other as the corner of her lips turned up, tilting her head some as she looked towards teddy. "do you want to hold my hand?" she asked her brother-in-law, there was a small playful tone, but in the end she was serious about her offer, reaching out her hand for him to take if he wanted to. true, part of her wanted to just sit and watch his reaction to getting his tattoos, but she did want to be there for him even if it was just in the form of moral support.

[sup]1[/sup] perfect!

[spoiler= tags, updated 12/2/2020]◜now i breathe flames ┊ each time i talk◞
&. ❝ juliette monet knope ❞ |  juli , jules | female [ she/her ] .
&. 28 years old . | december 9th ; sagittarius .
&. 1/3 of the administration of the badlands .

◜my canons all firin' ┊ at your yacht◞
&. graceful , intelligent , unassuming , arrogant , clever , affectionate , vain , elegant , respectful, well-mannered , shallow tendencies , calculative , relaxed , bold .

◜ they say move on ┊ but you know i won't ◞
&.  five foot two & one and hundred four pounds ; reference
↳ soft , long blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back ; normally seen in nice curls ; falls into a middle part
↳ hazel eyes ; either more green or more brown in different lighting ; long and full eyelashes that add a doll-like effect
↳ diamond face shape ; slightly pointed chin and pronounced jawline ; multiple beauty marks ; full lips
↳ petite ; not a lot of muscle
↳ always well-groomed and dressed nicely

◜and women like ┊ hunting witches too ◞
&.  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 8/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ medium ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ weak ]
↳ has really good aim with both guns and knives . quick and sneaky on her feet but once you get ahold of her it's pretty much game over for her unless she can wiggle herself free .
&. attack in bold #b9978b | [member=122]finny[/member] | pm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜doing all of your ┊ dirtiest work for you◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 0 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one small pistol .
↳ one butterfly knife .
↳ one set of brass knuckles .
↳ almost always carries a light on her person .
↳ has a bengal cat named delphine .

◜it's obvious that wanting me dead ┊ has really brought you two together◞
&. auguste rousseau x monet rousseau | second eldest sibling out of five .
↳ gabriel rousseau , 29, unknown
↳ amelie rousseau , 21 , unknown
↳ manon rousseau , 21, unknown
↳ victor rousseau , 19 , unknown
&. pansexual & panromantic ; mongamous . | has never been in love until micah , use to be very noncommittal .
↳ killed her ex fiance when he tried to kill her best friend .
↳ married to micah knope .
↳ has two twin sons named matthew alexander knope & milo christian knope who are five months old .
[/spoiler]

[MICHAEL.]

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