Ofmiisfortunes-blog - ;;( Mister Bad Luck );;

German-American boy of roughly 18 to 19. Hair is ombre from white to black, with pale skin and blue eyes. Quiet, stern, somewhat apathetic, but genuine and kind-hearted. Likes wine, hot baths, cats, and books. Dislikes staring/pointing, rude people, and people who abuse excess wealth. Magician to some, witch to others. Sometimes possessed by demons, be careful.

date the kitty? || accepting

well, that ‘ possessed by demons ‘ bit scares him alittle, in all honesty, but atticus finds that this faceless person,whoever they may be, sounds a lot like....him. a certain mancomes to mind at this description but he quickly brushes it off ;; still, though, atticus wouldn’t mind being around someonelike that, who likes books and is not only quiet, but also KIND.

15 & nonbinary!! blonde n smol, also blind, but a hella good listener. currently unemployed & homeless (kinda bad at being homeless,,,,,). clever though, sorta. mostly likes flowers bc they feel nice, and also snuggles! not totally about the sex thing. will just be happy to hold ur hand or even be just platonic?? has no qualms w/ being called a date-mate. also an empath.

date the kitty? || accepting

oh!! atticus loves flowers, too! they are verypretty and he likes to lie among them on nice days.he wonders if this person does as well? he will haveto ask! and what do you know, atticus is also living onthe streets, perhaps they have passed each other ; hewonders what an empath could possibly be, but it doe-sn’t sound like a scary word to him. he has never heldanyone’s hand before, but he wouldn’t mind it. 

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he really wished the rain would stop. whether it was the human clothes on his back or the fur that covered him, it was absolutely MISERABLE. he hated the feeling of being soaked right down to his bones. icky, cold, and heavy. 

                                      however, he knew he had to venture out into it                                       at some point, for he couldn’t just stay in one                                       spot forever. he traveled the crowded streets                                       on bare feet, sure to stay to the side against                                       the buildings so he wouldn’t run into anyone.

atticus had been on his way back home, to the little abandoned building he’d made his own, when a sudden scent caught his attention. he stopped, smoo- thing wet black bangs away from his eyes, gazing do- wn a dark but empty alleyway. something had just been thrown out, he could tell ; it smelled like....barbecue. in- terest piqued, atticus cut off into the alley, lifting his nose and following the trail ------ but instead of food.....he found a PERSON instead.

                                      he gave a squeak of surprise, jumping back                                       from the big dumpster ; what in the world?                                       swallowing his apprehension, the young boy                                       crept back up to the dumpster, grabbing hold                                       of the edge and stretching on tippy-toes, pee-                                       ring inside again.

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                     🎻  ║🎼│ - Кαι∂αη

           ╳  – ;;  ❛  I have a joke. What’s the difference between a brothel and a graveyard?   ❜

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