Jake

Jake

Age: 31

Pronouns: he/him

Country of birth: USA in russian speaking family. Though Jake doesn't have russian accent.

Appearance: rectangular face, sloppy stubble, looks like a long-distance truck driver but doesn't drive long distances. Has a favorite light pink cap. Likes street fights, that's why he wears it: to run into a fight with rude people, usually men with fragile masculinity.

Bad habits: Drinks more than average. Though far less than Mellow.

Occupation: Beer delivery person. Main client is a nightclub with Dealer.

Status: Divorced, ex-wife won't let him see his kids, but he still pays child support. Two daughters, one of which he still manages to pick up from school and drop off home (the younger one).

Doesn't ask any questions when he brings a huge batch of beer. "There's a bar here," is his only explanation when asked about the nightclub, blood stains and gunshots.

Doesn't know about Dealer, doesn't know about roulette Thinks it's local entertainment to shoot somewhere.

Talks mostly to the bartender and the stripper who picks up a bunch of shifts in the same nightclub. If he sees that the bartender isn't the one he's talking to on a regular basis, he delivers beer and leaves.

Jake is extremely silent. Gives one-word answers, almost always has a neutral face. Only expresses emotion if he was irritated with something, which would make other people go berserk, but you can't catch him with a different face when he's angry, even during a bender. The bartender somehow found a way to get Jake to talk, and now that bartender listens to whining about his ex, arrogance from constant traveling. That's why Jake prefers when this particular bartender comes on shift. This woman has patience if a saint.

Jake prefers liqueur and ale.

He doesn't swear or raise his voice at all. Not even when he's drunk. He's a former philologist, a fan of Mayakovsky, Pushkin and Tolstoy. Ready for hour-long discussions, the only topic where he doesn't stay quiet. Writes poetry at his leisure time, but 80% of it is crossed out and thrown away.

When traveling alone he hums Vysotsky and Yulia Kim to himself. When he gets wasted he says he would marry a female version of Vysotsky.

He loves his mom's soups. Neutral to other dishes.

Since his teenage years he was fond of throwing knives.

Chameleons are his favorite animal.

Doesn't know how to verbally support, so he offers children and teenagers hugs and adults liquor.

Is willing to punch the face anyone who gets drunk in front of kids.

Doesn't like sports. Doesn't watch, doesn't participate.

Relationships:

Dealer, Ethan and Mellow: never met

The Doctor: acquaintances

Everything else was mentioned above

Casual pranks by Dealer

Headcanon that the Dealer is actually very chill and laid back, and loves to laugh a lot once you get to know him (or at least get past your fear of him). But he's mischievous by nature and loves to cause chaos all the time, and has an unstoppable urge to prank and scare people for their reactions

Oh and he has a big appetite and a terrible sweet tooth

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

I have two more OCs in BSR and I am in the mood to translate their description (I am not ready to commission them, but I am thinking about cosplaying one of them).

Part 1

I decided to publish fanarts to my OC in a fandom I no longer belong. If I decide to post headcanon of canon character from that fandom, I'll tell.

His name is Dauren. Fanarts belong to:

1) 1-7 @/spolsy for dms and t.me/spolsyy group in Telegram

2) 8-12 @/pinkherringyeah here