No face as hideous as my face.

[hellboi]

Appearances Don't Matter

It all goes so well when people don't see you, so it's easier to hide away. And why wouldn't you want to keep away from the eyes of others? You're hideous to the world at large, despite your own opinions of yourself, no matter if you're human or otherwise. You don't appear to be anything most would want to be around, much less befriend. If you're human, your appearance could be chalked up to mutation, a freak chance at birth, or an accident later in life; if you're not human, you just happen to exist in a place where those who look like you would never be accepted by the mainstream. Maybe it's not even your whole appearance, though. Your point of contention could be something like an injury or prosthetic that makes you feel not whole, though it may be insignificant in the view of the kind and open-minded. There's more comfort in covering that up and not letting anyone get close. In any case, you don't expect someone to love you, be attracted to you, or even want to be with you, especially a beautiful someone. Yet somehow, somebody does...or, at least, it seems that way. Will this new development last? Can you put your demons at bay long enough for it to do so? HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character, canon, preferences, and whether or not you want shipping only or smut. Also, information about what side your character fits into best is imperative! Reply to others. Use the RNG to determine your prompt or choose your own. PROMPTS Meeting | You've never seen anyone who doesn't balk at your appearance, but they don't. Growing Close | It starts as a friendship or an alliance, the grows to- more? Jealousy | There's no way they could see you as anything special. Surely, they have someone more handsome or beautiful in their sights. Realizing Feeling | At first, you didn't realize how your heart was feeling just by them being around, but now it's becoming clear: you're falling for them. Can't Tell Them | You'll ruin your bond with them should you tell them how you really feel. They'll be disgusted, so you'll keep mum. Touch | They touch you without a hint of distaste, which could be a big plus compared to what you usually deal with. No Difference | Actually, they can't tell that you're different, due to lack of vision or something similar. All they can discern is your personality. The Way It Used to Be | You didn't use to look this way, and it's hard to come to terms with your new look and how it affects Confession | You can't keep in your emotions anymore, or they accidentally get revealed. Good | They share your feelings! You never could have imagined this, but you couldn't ask for more. Bad | ...oh, you thought they...oh, they're so sorry. Scared | "Friendship" nor a "relationship" was never on their mind. In fact, they're scared of you. Cruel | All of their supposed kindness was actually just them using you for their benefit. To think, you really believed they cared about you! Defense | They step on the line for you, standing up to those who'd consider you a monster or somehow lesser. Uncovered | You're exposed and they can see everything you've tried to hide. You want to crawl into a hole and die. They want to keep you from feeling that way. Shouldn't Be | People oppose your relationship, and there may be some points to the arguments. Intimacy | Even being close, which most take for granted, could be a new and possibly uncomfortable event for you. Smut | The obligatory smut option, with all the baggage, angst, and difficulties that may come with it. Misunderstanding | You heard them insinuate that you're nothing but the ugly outside, or, at least, that's what you think came out. Bad End | The messy breakup option...or worse. Good End | The happy ending option...or better. WILDCARD

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Blake Belladonna|RWBY|ota

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Erik || Phantom of the Opera || ota

[apprentidiable]

[This asshole was made for this meme.]

Ah. A face not even a mother could love.

[sopranosongbird]

[Any interest in an ALW Christine? Happy to make her more Leroux friendly.]

[apprentidiable]

[Heck yes!!! I’m up for pretty much any of the prompts (since half of them are canon anyway, lol), I’ve been mostly playing Erik from right after his days in Persia but I can do any canon-point, really.]

[sopranosongbird]

[There are so many good options (because yes, this is pretty much just PotO: The Meme). What about something set during the two weeks she was his prisoner visits with him? We could work with a bit of 2, 6, 12, and 15 and then whatever happens happens?]

[apprentidiable]

[Sounds good to me! I can write a starter that picks up right before she unmasks him if that's okay with you?]

[sopranosongbird]

[Definitely okay with me. Just a few quick physical detail questions: Is his hair his, is he emaciated or just thin/lean and does he have that death smell Leroux (maybe) stuck him with? Erik comes in many flavors in this fandom, so I don't want to assume.]

[apprentidiable]

[Awesome! There really are like, five thousand flavors of canon. ^^; But that's what makes it so awesome, right?

Here's a basic rundown of how I picture him: His own hair, dark but graying, a few spots where it doesn't grow because of scars but he generally can keep them hidden. Tall and super thin but not quite so skeletal that he's on the brink of death. His body is a bit oddly proportioned, limbs too long, spindly, bony fingers. Skin is a weird texture that's more translucent than normal, like if the light hits his face just right you can probably see his teeth through his skin, lots of scars. The weird smell is a strong, probably out of fashion cologne and formaldehyde from all his weird science projects.

I'm gonna sit down and eat dinner quick and then I'll write up the starter! <3]

[sopranosongbird]

[It does! Same characters, different experience, and somehow they all (okay mostly) feel in-character. It's a thing of beauty

Ooh, I like the skin detail. He sounds delightfully awkward and just creepy enough. Christine is so unprepared, lol. Should be great. Enjoy dinner! I should probably go snag some of that myself...]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC

[desecrated]

Vice Admiral Alexei Stukov | Starcraft II/Heroes of the Storm\ OTA for Gen, 35+ for Shipping

[infestedadmiral]

#2 | Electroma

[electrauma]

Elias Ainsworth // Ancient Magus Bride // OTA18+

[gentlemanmonster]

[No Chises, PM me with any questions!]

Liz Sherman | Hellboy moviverse | OTA

[sixty_percent]

(She' used to a lot so it's pretty hard to shock her.)

Ariadne | Original Character | F/M

[demonicbeauty]

[Info in journal, if you want it, but she's basically your average sweet, sunny, optimistic, aggressively kind...monster?]

'Az' | Original Character | OTA

[grimlygrin]

[He's the angel of death, and you get to have your choice between a gaunt, heavily tattooed and pierced man, or your typical biblical Eldritch horror!

be not afraid.]

[sodoff]

So you're ol' Az, then.

[It's...not like it's hard to guess, all things considered. Tattoos and piercings? Certainly how Levanael had described her to John, though the figure he sits himself next to is a little more masculine than the anxious little seraph made him sound. The heavenly aura that surrounds him, though? It's hard to miss, less cloying than that of Hell but still making his skin crawl to even be near.]

[It's a terrible idea, honestly. Not because of how the entity looks, but rather what because of what Azrael is. He's already had his fair share of unpleasant dealings with angels in the past, and his own rather more monstrous Azrael, as well. He should be giving the man a wider berth, or simply avoid him entirely.]

[John does no such thing, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pockets as he continues.]

Lookin' about how Lev described you. Lovin' it, by the way. I always did feel subtlety was rather overrated myself.

[grimlygrin]

[Oh no, this entity most certainly presented quite masculine, at least for the present moment. John would catch the seraph alone, though perhaps that was just to be expected, given his appearance. ... Regardless of the multicolored, sprinkle laden unicorn frappe monstrosity loosely held in one heavily tattooed hand. Apparently that didn't do too much to take the edge off that look. Just idly sitting on a park bench, cello case resting lightly against the side of it. Plenty of room for John to sit!

Almost as if he were expecting the company. He didn't even seem vaguely taken aback or surprised, neither by John's greeting, nor the accompanying commentary, glancing at the magician over the tops of a pair of wire framed sunglasses.]

People see what they expect.

[A comment left to sit there, he elaborated no further]

Trying to play chicken with trains, John?

[sodoff]

[Almost as if he was expecting the company. Another vaguely concerning reason why John probably shouldn't be sitting here, knocking a cigarette into his hand before he idly offers the open pack over to the seraph.]

Mate, I play chicken with damn near everything. Sort've become my thing over the years. [Which he's...starting to get the feeling the other man knows. It's always just a little bit rankling, someone knowing John's name when he knows not a damn thing about them in return.]

[Price he pays for the infamy his dumb self has gained over the years. He should be used to it.]

I'm just curious is all. Not everyday you see the feared angel of death just sitting in the park, people watching. Thought I'd come introduce myself. Say hullo, make sure no one's causing you any trouble.

Y'know, be neighborly.

[grimlygrin]

[He turned down the cigarette with a shake of his head and a politely dismissive gesture. Seems as if one was already in his other hand, lit as well, though the scent of nicotine and tar was conspicuous in it's absence. Rather, the heavy aroma of holy incense hung in the air, the smell of it almost oppressive this close to the angel.]

Really going out of your way to meet me.

[And he's not just referring to this moment, no sir. Monotone, soft, there seemed to be no indication of anything in that tone. No judgement, no concern. A dull statement of a fact]

Can just say what you want, y'know. Y'like talking, not gonna stop you. Open to hearing questions. Concerns. Tell me what you want, you might just get it.

[sodoff]

I want to know why the fuck you're here.

[Gods, but the smell coming off the other man's cigarette is almost nauseating, and it's hard to say if it's from the heady smell of the incense itself or if it's Nergal's blood objecting to the closeness. His own cigarette lights the second it's placed between the magician's lips, and the thick air of tobacco was quick to chase the smell away from him.]

As far as I'm concerned, angels are no better than demons when they decide to go for a stroll across our little plane of existence. They pop in for a bit, all good and righteous and right, and we're cleaning up the mess for weeks after. Frankly, it gets old.

So you'll understand why I'm mildly concerned to find one of you down here.

[grimlygrin]

Why wouldn't I be?

[One drag off the cigarette, before that was quickly followed by a long, lazy sip of the frappachino.]

Death's everywhere, whether or not y'see it yourself. In the earth, the air, the trees.

This is my house.

[His head cocked, the motion vaguely birdlike.]

Didn't seem this concerned about Levanael, John.

[sodoff]

[He almost laughs. Instead it's only a soft snort, and he's not entirely sure which part of the conversation it is that even causes it: the part where Azrael explains death as if he isn't already very well aware, or casual call out of John's own hypocrisy.]

[It's probably both.]

You try getting mad at some overly eager puppy. I lost steam. The lad's naive, but he seems harmless. I was almost afraid that if I yelled at him any more he'd break into tears.

[And if it turns out that Lev is, in fact, not harmless down the line??]

[Well. He doesn't actually want to think about that. Instead he's going to suck a long, sullen drag on his cigarette as that same niggling little feeling of doubt he'd previously gotten from Lev started to sneak its way right back in.]

Look. Levanael I talked to, aye. The last Azrael I had a friendly chat with promised to rip my spine out my arsehole and slowly feed it back to me, because I had several objections to what he wanted to do in his house.

[So yes. Several concerns he needs to put to rest.]

Eran of Whitefield | Pathfinder 1e (D&D 3.5) OC

[of_divinity]

((Eran is one of the Aasimars, native outsiders. For the most part he looks human. He has a metallic tint and tone to his hair, eyes like literal sapphires, skin like ceramic and a pair of feathery wings.))

The (second) Corinthian | The Sandman

[eyescreams]

[Two words: eye teeth.]

[OTA for gen things, M/M only for shipping!]