Bod shrugged "SO?" he said.
"It's only DEATH...
i mean, all of my best friends are DEAD."
...I'M SCOUT.... I AM 36, NB but you can use she/her or he/him I won’t correct you either way as I feel comfortable either way. NO TRANSPHOBIA, RACISM, ANTI SEMETISM, HOMOPHOBIA, OR DISPARGING REMARKS ABOUT SEX WORKERS.THIS IS A NOBODY OWENS RP BLOG BASED OFF THE GRAVEYARD BOOK BY NEIL GAIMAN....I DO NOT FOLLOW... MINOR MUNS OR MINOR MUSES. NSFW WILL BE PRESENT AND TAGGED PROPERLY. SMUT IS WRITTEN BUT CAN BE FADED PER PARTNER COMFORT. THIS BLOG IS 18+...I DO NOT... WRITE BOD YOUNGER THAN HIS THIRTIES UNLESS IT IS IN STAND ALONE HEADCANON PROSE. THIS IS NOT A BLOG WHERE A MUSE IS MADE OLDER JUST TO FUCK. THAT’S GROSS. THIS IS A GENUINE CONTINUATION OF NOBODY OWENS’ STORY....I AM SELECTIVE... AND MUTUALS ONLY. IF WE ARE MUTUALS YOU CAN ALWAYS SEND ME IC ASKS OF ANY SORT. I CAN NOT ALWAYS GUARANTEE I WILL ANSWER BUT THAT’S ON ME AND MY BRAIN DRAIN MOMENTS AND NOT YOU. I DON’T MIND GETTING THEM, I PROMISE. IF I FOLLOW YOU IT’S BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE....SCALETT PERKINS... IS NOT WHITE!!! I WILL NOT WRITE WITH ANY SCARLETTS WITH WHITE OR WHITEPASSING FCs.
...I AM SLOW... DUE TO A 40 HR WORK WEEK ALREADY IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER. IT GIVES ME BRAIN ROT LOL. PLEASE BE PATIENT. I MAY DROP THREADS OR DELETE ASKS BUT YOU CAN DO THE SAME TO ME ANYTIME, I WILL NEVER BOTHER YOU ABOUT THAT. EVEN IF I DO THIS, IF I AM FOLLOWING YOU STILL IT’S AGAIN, BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE AND WE CAN START SOMETHING FRESH OR MOVE ON IN OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP...DISCORD AVAIL.... BY REQUEST. PLEASE NOTE I AM OFTEN REALLY TIRED BC OF WORK AND STRUGGLE CHATTING A LOT, EVEN WITH MY VERY BEST FRIENDS. IF I DO NOT REPLY IT IS NEVER BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE YOU OR WHAT YOU SAID. I AM TOO MUCH OF A LOUDMOUTH ABOUT WHEN SOMETHING HURTS ME OR ANNOYS ME WHEN IT COMES TO THAT AND I’LL BE STRAIGHT UP WITH YOU....PLEASE HAVE... A RULES SECTION FOR ME TO READ. PLEASE HAVE YOUR AGE LISTED....I DO NOT OWN... THE GRAVEYARD BOOK, ECT, ECT, ECT. WANNA READ IT OR LISTEN TO IT? HMU I GOT LINKS. RPSCHTUFF MADE THIS TEMPLATE....I CAN WORK... BOD INTO MOST VERSES SO NO WORRIES IF YOU ARE CONCERNED ABOUT THAT. ONES I KNOW WELL ARE MARVEL, DC, MCU, DCEU, DRAGON AGE, THE MAGICIANS, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, ECT.
you were a baby, what did they know of raising you as their own? you'd be surprised what the dead know, child. nobody, they called you, because there was nobody like you. owens, they said, because by rights you were hers when mrs. owens saw you, gumless smile and flushed hot with blood in your fat cheeks. you never did mind how cold her grasp could be. your mother was yours and you were hers.you learned to haunt before you could walk. you loved them. every single one, even the ones that snapped at you for being too alive, even the ones that coddled you wishing they were alive too. you loved them but you never knew anything else. how were you supposed to know it was odd for a boy of the living to haunt like one of the dead?then you met her, but she couldn't see them and sometimes she wondered if you were real too. flesh and blood felt funny against your hands. she was too warm. she didn't feel like mist, cool stone, or chilled clammy flesh. she felt like something that made your heart roar like an ocean and your curiosity sing like a songbird. it would be too much, this thing she awoke in you, little not-so-dead boy. too much!your voice changed, and your legs grew. you got bigger and they all started to become so small. you killed a man before you were fifteen. you learned how to give boys your age nightmares they'd have until they died. your mentor looked at you with such guilt, the weight of it in his crooked shoulders slumped low. and one day he said it was time and you knew, you knew! you weren't ready, it wasn't their fault, was it? you had been a baby, a living sacrifice of fleshy warm body and soft little bones. you didn't know you were giving yourself to them and you'd never ever get yourself fully back.you left and never looked back, but you never stopped hoping you could come home one day. you don't fear death now. it's a friend you miss. you smile sweetly when it comes knocking, checking to see if you're ready yet. not today, not today, you say, but soon! until then you're just happy to tip your hat when it passes by, happy to say hello to an old friend for people who just can't manage it themselves.
THE DEEP DIVE
nobody owens was not always a nobody and he was not always an owens either. surely, before he crept up that hill into the local cemetary, he had a name. like john, david, maybe michael, even. and he certainly had a last name:d o r i a nbut those things were lost, stolen with the lives of his parents and his sister in an instant, and for what? some prophecy that MIGHT have something to with the lad? the cult of men who sought his death were certain enough to have nearly killed a one year old that night, but fate is funny and likes to fuck with those who try to one up it.the baby survived, all because he crawled through the gates of a graveyard and was given the blessing known as the freedom of the graveyard. within the graveyard he would be raised by ghostly parents, given a name and a strange set of gifts only the dead should have.nobody, they called him, because he was nobody but himself. owens on account of mr. and mrs. owens who took in the lad as their own. but he was not raised by them alone. the whole of the graveyard raised nobody owens for fifteen years, and that included a vampire guardian and a werewolf tutor at that. and remember that thing, about fate fucking with ya? well it had it out for the lads that had is out for Nobody and that prophecy partially came to be true.Fifteen years old and he killed a man, would you believe it? Probably not, then again most people don't believe him when he says his name is NOBODY, so he's used to it by now. Fifteen was when the graveyard gave up the living boy from it's protective grasp and fifteen was when Bod was given a little money, government ID somehow made with his odd name, and the gentle push toward a life of the living.oh he would miss his family, that much was certain, and though the freedom of the graveyard faded from his grasp he would not stop until he found other secrets that might allow him to one day easily visit mum and dad as easily as he had as a little boy.nobody had the freedom of the world, now, and so he set out to take full advantage.now he's in his thirties and thriving, but there is no corking the curiosity in this one. he can visit his parents, sure, he's got loads of spells that and items to give him that power, but there is so much more out there...and honestly, he isn't entirely sure he has fulfilled that prophecy fully...
...NAME.... NOBODY OWENS...AGE.... EARLY TO MID THIRTIES...GENDER.... CIS MALE...SEXUALITY.... BISEXUAL/ROMANTIC...NATIONALITY.... ENGLISH...EYE COLOR.... BROWN...HAIR COLOR.... BROWN...HEIGHT.... 6'1...PARENTS.... mr. and mrs. owens (adopted) (birth parents mr. and mrs. dorian, dead.)...SIBLINGS.... (older sister, dead.)...S/O.... VERSE DEPENDENT...OCCUPATION.... BUSINESS OWNER, TREASURE HUNTER, OCCULT BASED PI...WHAT HAPPENED AFTER HE LEFT THE GRAVEYARD AT FIFTEEN?... READ HERE
nobody is an extroverted introvert to the fucking MAX. this means he weighs his mental, emotional, and physical energy as best as he can but has a huge desire to put every last bit of it to work. because he's insatiable when it comes to curiosity and that need to know everything can make someone naturally observant and quiet go bananas in an effort to get what they want.so which is it, though? is he foremost an introvert? well he has the great makings of one but he'd probably argue it's more so nurture than nature on that one. after all, having been raised by the dead he was treated like them for half his life.he was invisible to most, for his own safety really, but it's a hard a habit to shake. besides, being a passive observer of the world often allows one to see more of the obvious and thus make better, more thoughtful choices in how one interacts with the world.it's just that sometimes he hasn't the patience to maintain that passive, observant self. he can do so well and he knows fully the consequences of going buck wild with his need to know things, such as the exhaustion of his energies, but that is his nature.after all, he was one years old and he got out of his crib and crawled up a hill to a fucking graveyard, do you think that is something a quiet, well behaved person does? you can thank the entire graveyard for having understood this about bod and knowing how to shape it into something useful and good.you, a perfect stranger, would see him as an easy-going, liberal sort of man. with his arms fully covered in sleeves of artwork and his smile rather inviting it's hard to think of him as being in a shell of any sort. that's the beauty of his magic and how he was raised... you would never notice him if he didn't want you to. magic and psychological bullshit come together to make a ghost of the man whenever he pleases. literally, he can fade through walls with the right spell these days.you might come to notice, if you were to spend more time with him, that he drinks in knowledge like a sponge. he remembers names, birthdays, your favorite way to take coffee, all the little things that make you you. he is incredibly observant and acts on these things without much thought, making you feel at home with him easily if you let him. of course there is the downside where it is rather creepy to be that observant. there is also that thing where he might come off as knowing more about something than he really does and that is mostly due to his being used to knowing the most. he doesn't like to admit it but finding he has not noticed something or hasn't been able to find what he is wanting to find drives him a little batshit nuts and anxious.bod has a heart of gold but he has very different ideas about right and wrong. he killed a man at fifteen and his very best friend called him a monster and while he technically gets it... he doesn't agree with that. some people have to do the ugly things, and not everyone appreciates the beauty of the ugly things, right?but for the most part nobody owens is a good guy, a loyal, protective guy who loves fiercely and will go to the ends of the earth for what he wants, even if it takes a huge toll on him and even if he forgoes caring for himself to make shit happen.ya gotta give it to him... this mother fucker is determined.
