No face as hideous as my face was ever meant for heaven’s light

[sneaks]

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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J'onn J'onzz 👽 DC

[yourfavorite]

J'onn's true form is close to a big green Giger monster and he has a bit of a complex about how humans might react to it. Deliberately showing it to someone is a sign of trust and closeness. Someone accidentally seeing it and them liking it would be a pleasant surprise.

On the other hand, Martians are a race of shapeshifters and so don't base their opinions on appearances. So he can play either role.

Ragetti | Pirates of the Caribbean | OTA

[ragetti]

[ Where to start. Wooden eye. Skinny. Funny lookin'. No wonder he's so shy... ]

Eskel || The Witcher (any) || OTA

[wolfdogwitcher]

{{Ciri looked up into his face and barely restrained her frightened scream. He wasn't human. Although he stood on two legs, although he smelled of sweat and smoke, although he wore ordinary human clothes, he was not human. No human can have a face like that, she thought.--BLOOD OF ELVES || Witchers have ever been at the disadvantage of a first impression, but with a face ravaged by severe scarring and a voice like a grinding of steel, Eskel of the School of the Wolf knows that he frightens more than most of his ilk. He tries to temper this with good manners (when he's sober), dressing nicely, and staying out of trouble but it seems his Path is a mostly solitary one.}}

alara kitan | the orville

[picklejar]

( voicetesting. ota gen, m/f for ships. alara is xelayan and it's been hinted a few times that she wishes she was human. because her homeworld has a much higher gravitational pull than most planets she is exceptionally strong which has sucked for her dating life since most men are intimidated by it weaklings. )

[rebellionbuilt]

[ooc; i do not know much about your canon, but cassian is the kind of man that loves a woman that can kick his ass literally or figuratively. i'd be happy to offer him for this!]

[picklejar]

( omg yes, let's do it! i love rogue and cassian. i could easily au alara into if that works? )

[rebellionbuilt]

[ooc; yay! i'm pretty easy so i'll roll with whatever works best. :0)]

Quasimodo \ (Disney's) The Hunchback of Notre Dame

[le_bossu]

( But of course. Both F/M & M/M, though the latter might come with Catholic Guilt. Crossovers and assumed CR more than welcome! )

I present to you the strangest of crossovers 👌

[hi_bye]

[ It's not as though Klaus has never drunkenly stumbled into places he shouldn't be - he does this kind of thing fairly often, actually - but the particular spot he's wound up in today is definitely the most out-of-reach. How he managed to flounder his way up the neverending staircases is a question he'll never care to answer; in any case, he he is, lying beneath one of the gigantic bells at the peak of Notre Dame.

Now, Klaus isn't a native to the country (his accent is enough to prove as such), but he's found France to be quite the charming place. The wine, in particular, is quickly becoming his favourite, but he's also been able to appreciate the beauty of the French people - women, men, and in between.

He's drunk enough to doze off, mostly-empty bottle sloshing in his loose grip as the bell hangs above him, terrifying and beautiful all at once. He isn't quite drunk enough, though, not to perk up the moment he hears heavy footfalls echoing in his direction. His drifter's instincts tell him to run, but as the steps grow nearer, his panic fades - it's only one person, and the lack of metallic noises indicates it's not a soldier.

Figuring whatever sort of clergyman minds the bells wouldn't be so harsh as to throw him from the belfry, Klaus settles back down and awaits his inevitable discovery.

How bad could it be? ]

Plain Doll | Bloodborne

[man_made]

[ She is a doll, a creation that exists for no known reason but to be. A creature of parts and no soul, what could be less beautiful than something so hollow? ]

Theseus | Hades | OTA

[deltastrike]

[Fandom assigned monster fucker.]

The Siren/"Eddy" | OC |OTA

[auseuil]

[Without that glamour on, he's a ten foot long deep sea fishy boi. Personal info about him is here and his abilities are here, since Eddy is a siren and all.

He's not particularly bothered by his own appearance and definitely doesn't take any negative reaction in regards to it personally. He thinks it's hilarious.]

Azrael | OC | OTA

[grimlygrin]

[It's the angel of death. No matter what, you're getting a Wild Appearance. They're either a heavily tattooed young man, or a multi-winged, multi-armed, multi-eyed Eldritch creation.]

[sodoff]

[He's not entirely sure where he is, when he feels himself coming to again.]

[It's hard to think in general, when it feels like someone's taken something large and covered in red-hot pokers to the inside of his head and thoroughly scrambled everything up there. He hurts in a way that's slightly more than physical, and all he wants to do in this moment is sink right back into the sweet, black oblivion of unconsciousness where he doesn't have to feel it anymore.]

[Too bad for John that it's also in this moment where the unfortunate decisions leading to his current state come rushing back all at once in a single, overwhelming flood of Regret, fragmented bits of memory causing his stomach to churn uncomfortably as he rolls onto his side and nearly off the couch altogether and-]

Fuck me.

[And gods that movement only makes the lancing pain in his head that much worse. With a soft hiss and a pitiful groan, John quickly buries his face in his arm, voice muffled when he tries again.]

Az?

Eighty years later

[grimlygrin]

Told you not to do that.

[Still there, of course he was still there. Why would he leave? The next sensation John might feel would be a cool, sympathetic hand upon the back of his head, gentle and light, the fingers drawing delicate lines over his scalp. The hand itself wouldn't quite match the man it was attached to, not in sensation at least, too thin and smooth to be entirely male nor human. The scent of holy incense was thick in the air, the dim rustling and clinking of countless glass panes, like one massive windchime in a faint breeze accompanying it.]

Told you not to look too hard. Gonna need to take some time to let it all settle again now.

[There was a faint warning in there, unspoken but still clear; don't look up.]

<3

[sodoff]

[Still there. The seraph is still there, Azrael didn't abandon him after his latest moment of total, absolute dumbassery, and this...comes as less of a surprise than it should, maybe, were he in a better frame of mind to think on it.]

[But it does come as a relief; it takes time, some long moments before he can sort out what had happened through the pain-haze and remember that he's home, but the tension falls away in increments as those gentle fingers brush across his scalp. Too thin and too smooth by far, instead of the large, calloused hand that was supposed to belong to the man sitting beside him, and if John thought to reach up and grab it, he knows he'd feel...]

[What, exactly?]

'preciate you stayin', though. Already better on the aftercare than most of my dates.

[Well, he's well enough to crack jokes, then, though it stills feels and sounds like he's trying to talk around a mouth full of cotton. He swallows, uselessly, and...for now, at least, seems to at least heed that gentle, unspoken warning. For now, John is at least content to continue lying there, soaking in the tender, calming touches while they're still freely offered, even while he turns the mismatched sensation of something too like porcelain where warm skin should have been around in his mind. He remembers...]

[Well, he doesn't remember much, admittedly. He'd thought he figured out the trick. He'd thought he had it, could take a peek under the glamour, see the seraph for what he really is, and...well. The brittle, fractured pieces of memory left behind implies he managed to see something. As do the gaping voids that follow the light chiming of glass caught in a gentle breeze, the feeling of hot pokers being hammered through his skull following each time he focuses too deeply on the otherwise soothing sound.]

[Let it all settle again. And then maybe once he's a little more put together...]

Brain ain't leaked out my ears, did it? Hard to tell right now.

Angel | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | ota

[angelus]

[ Angel’s a vampire whose features become much more demonic when he gets angry/injured/aroused/etc, but I’m open to either role.

Shoot me a private message if you want to discuss things beforehand. ]

John Constantine | DC

[abracafuckingdabra]

[OOC: John has been described as both bisexual and 'bi-specieal', pretty much anything goes here as long as all are consenting adults. Not particularly interested 11, 12, 13, or 20.]

2/4 let's gooo

[anappleaday]

[ oh, but she aches.

it had been... "a bad one" seems almost laughably inadequate, really. it had started as "a bad one," with the messy deaths and disappearances, and rapidly gotten worse once they'd realized the dead were involved. by the time they'd found the writhing mass of twisted and hungry ghosts that had been responsible, it was officially an utter disaster.

and then one of the few relatively whole ones—a young woman, younger even than Lilith looked—had wailed "I want to go home," and...

and.

...it doesn't matter. the woman's gone now— they're gone now, all put to rest (rest that the souls she's thinking of will never get.) both her partners had covered for her moment of frozen horror, and all she'd paid for her poorly-timed flashback with were a few extra nasty bites and clawmarks that Samael has already started encouraging their body to knit closed. it was bad, it was awful, but it could have been worse.

(her mistakes hadn't hurt anyone else, this time. small favors.)

there's a kind of nostalgia in the aftermath, though. between the physical and emotional soreness and the exhaustion and the sharp alcoholic smell of whatever it is Constantine's drinking, it reminds her of nothing so much as one of the quiet moments after one of the more violent trials, back home. the games themselves were almost always terrible, even when (especially when) she'd enjoyed them— but in the quiet after, when her team had gathered together to lick each others' wounds... no, it hadn't been bad at all. neither, in its own way, is this.

...she considers that thought for a moment, and then lifts her head from where she's faceplanted onto the table, the snake skull falling back into place from where it had gotten pushed up into her hair. ]

...I don't suppose you'd mind sparing some of that.

[ not a usual request from her. but if after getting punched directly in the worst memories she has isn't the right time to drink, when in Hell is? ]

Oh hell yes o/

[abracafuckingdabra]

[Honestly, of all the outcomes possible for tonight, they'd hit the top tier of positive results. Less than half of the souls had been lost. None of the tormented wisps of what was once human life had been claimed by any demon, not a single one had been lost to hell...

None of them were dirty enough, dark enough, twisted enough. Not one of them had made a deal. They were all innocent. A good chunk of them children. Young enough to be considered children by John at least.

That just made it worse, he thinks.

Wasn't the age of innocence supposed to protect the most vulnerable and tender of people? Bah. Nonsense. So much for that promise of protection. The sweetest of humanity ended up most often crushed.

Sending them to their maker almost worried him. He wasn't one to truly trust the glory of glories at this point. Not that he was ever on good terms with his maker to begin with. But seeing things like this?

It just made it so much worse.

Too many innocents ended up in situations like this.

At least it wasn't his fault this time...

He's dragged out of his place of mental self-torment and forced brutal introspection when Lilith asks for a drink. She doesn't do that. Honestly. But tonight isn't like other nights, so anything goes he supposes.] Help yourself, luv. [John considers handing her the bottle he's been nursing, and actually starts to hand it to her, but she deserves better he thinks. So he summons a bottle and a couple of clean glasses, it's certainly an upgrade from having to drink after him right from the source.

A cup lands right in front of her, sparkling crystal, and the fresh bottle of whiskey follows.] Can't say we didn't earn it. [They're battered, sore, and more than a bit broken up over this. But they made it through. And that's something in the scheme of things.

The outcome could always be worse.]

Edward Elric | FMA | m/m for shipping

[fullmetall]

[voicetesting! Ed’s got two prosthetics and one hell of a guilt complex, which adds up to someone who does not believe in a happy ever after for himself.]

ooc

[insiderestsatan]

[Okay so Jio basically don't care how other people look, only himself. That is due to mockery in his childhood and the knowledge that his odd looks are because of a demon inside of him. And the whole demonthing makes it a bit hard for him to get close to others due to fear that he will lose control and harm those he cares for.

Could this mess be of interest?]

Re: ooc

[fullmetall]

[This mess is absolutely of interest! Two people who think they look worse than the other one? Drama time~!

Any prompts stick out to you?]

Abner Kill : The Suicide Squad: DCUE

[youremom]

[He regularly grows huge glowing pustules all over his body. So that’s fun. (It is not fun.)]

Mephistopheles | Faust | OTA

[feedsmycontempt]

[ooc: Outside of giving that air of otherworldly Bad News, he never shows his true form. His glamour itself isn't all that great, either, with talons instead of nails, acidic saliva, a terribly foreboding voice that can only get worse with emotions behind it, blind eyes, and that whole 'not technically corporeal' thing. He's your standard issue corrupted celestial.

As far as shipping goes, all welcome, no smut unless there's deeply established CR, and even then you probably don't want that. Talons and acid spit and all.]