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✘ - what has you so frightened of making, having, and trusting friends? What do you think will happen?

Aderisive snort was the initial reaction to that particular questionbefore Nate offered the woman an almost mocking smile.

“Theanswer to that lies in the asking of the question sweetheart. Friends really only want to know what hurts you the most, and then they use it” hequipped, but there was little fire in the words. Rather, they werespoken flatly, with little inflection to give them any sort of life.He sounded...blank, like a recording from a machine rather than wordsfrom a man. Regardless, she had asked and, though he was now loatheto honor his end of the deal, he had promised to tell the truth.

“Makingfriends is hard when you've got to lie about half of what you spendyour time doing. Friendships built on deceptions are worthless, andnot really the type to be maintained. Anyone who says otherwise isbasically an idiot. Or maybe a masochist. As for trusting them...whyin the fuck would I want to do that? So they can inevitably stab mein the back when they get what they wanted from me? No thanks. I maynot like living alone, but it's safer than letting people in and thenhaving to pick up the pieces of myself again when they realize thatI'm too much of a hassle to keep around.”

Heleaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest and headtipped back to count the tiles on the ceiling.

“Idon't make friends because I don't trust them not to use me until I'mnothing but a broken shell of a man.”

Thathe already was exactly that was left unsaid. She didn't need to know.

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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tattedasshole‌:

“I am a barnacle stuck to you,” Tegan agreed with a laugh and a shrug. “You’re the best looking one here right now, might as well be greedy and steal all of your attention.” 

Tegan quirked a brow at the question. “You’re intrested in my other talents?” He asked. “Because I am defintely not a one trick pony, I assure you.” Now he offereed the other his hand. “I’m Tegan, you are?” 

“Here's hoping you aren't all bravado,” he taunted playfully, but accepted the offered hand. “Nate, nice to meet you Tegan.”

Folding his arms back across his chest, he turned his attention from Tegan for a moment in order to scan the bar again. Thus far there was nothing that required his attention, and all of the patrons seemed to be behaving themselves. There was still time until he was required downstairs, but for now he was content enough to continue the odd conversation he'd found himself a part of.

“You waiting on somebody?”

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hermosa-pesadilla‌:

Abby dipped her chin in answer and weeded her way through the crowd to the bar. She would have to be careful with how much she had to drink, she didn’t want to undo all the work she did to stay sober because of one bad situation. 

Abby ordered a straight shot of vodka and a glass of water, she would keep up with her water intake. 

Abby rubbed her temples and sighed. Tonight wasn’t what she planned and she wasn’t sure if it was going to get any worse or better.. Hopefully it got better with a couple drinks then she would find a bus and go home to a bath.. Maybe? She sighed again.. 

Compared to the altercation from before, the last hour of Nate's shift passed without incident. Thanks to the bars reputation, most people tended to avoid causing trouble, which meant the idiot from earlier must have been new to the area. Or he'd been too drunk to think straight.

Snagging a plate of food and a second one with some bar appetizers from the kitchen, he clocked out and headed for the bar where Abby was waiting. He wasn't sure how much she'd had to drink between when he'd gone back to work and the current time, so he figured something to eat might not be a bad idea. Setting the appetizers within easy reach, he settled on the stool beside hers with his dinner.

“You holding up alright?”

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Churches were such odd places. For creatures of Nathaniel’s ilk, they should have felt like home, but instead they were oppressive. The sermons paltry offerings to a God who so rarely answered them, and when he did, it was never in the ways they truly wanted. They were lured into a gilded cage owned by a child who enjoyed playing with his toys only so long as they danced to his tune. Once they failed to do so, he would cast them aside, broken and forgotten.

For one so at odds with the church to be found in one was…strange to say the least. Nathaniel had never believed, not really. He knew God existed of course, just as he knew the Gods of other pantheons lived on despite what man claimed, but he’d never had faith in him. Nor would he ever, but that didn’t change the reason for his visit. He was there to deliver an offering for a man who could no longer do so himself, vampirism having taken him some years before. It was a cruel thing, to deny a man his sanctuary for something he had no control over, but it was the way of things with Yahweh.

Although Nate had never attended this particular church before, he was pleased when no one questioned his purpose through out the service and he added the money he’d been given to the donation basket when it was passed around near the end. He lingered as the rest of the congregation trickled out the main doors to chat and catch up, listening as the voices gradually faded away into a murmur and eventually to almost nothing.

Alone in the chancel, he made his way towards the front of the room, pausing at the foot of the small set of stairs that led to where the pastor had stood. Up high on the back wall was a painting of Christ and his Archangels. All were depicted in a manner that seemed gentle or at the very least welcoming. He wondered if those expressions would hold true were they there to witness the abomination of a Nephilim within one of their Holy places.

Lost on his thoughts, he was briefly startled by the sound of a door opening, and he turned to see who else had entered the room.

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SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS.

“Ollie is ah, he’s a good guy. And I don’t mean that as a platitude or as a brush off or whatever. He’s…well, he’s one of those genuinely good people. You hear people talk about nice guys and how they always turn out to be entitled dicks but, well, Ollie isn’t one of them. You call him a nice guy, a good guy, and it’s because it’s the truth.”

SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

“He’s too obsessed with being a cop. It dictates practically everything he does, and it doesn’t leave a lot of room for mistakes. He’s always ‘on’ so to speak, and it’s like he’s got no off switch. I’m not saying his dream is a bad one, but for someone like him shades of gray aren’t allowable.”

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SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS.

SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

BONUS: SEND ‘❤️+🖤’ FOR BOTH

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endlessdrifter‌:

“Should’ve known you were into it just for the food,” Oliver teased back. Although he failed to believe that the only reason Nate agreed was because of free food. For better or worse, he wouldn’t be asking the other out to a wedding if there wasn’t something else going on between the two; something very real, very strong.

As they walked out, Oliver pondered about what kind of look would fit Nate’s style better. Not that he knew much about fashion, but he could definitely tell when someone looked handsome or not… Problem was: after a quick look at Nate, he was certain that he would look handsome in pretty much everything.

“If I behave? What does that even mean? I always behave! I am a model citizen. I never cross the street on a red sign.”

Nate couldn't help it, he laughed. Oliver was such an odd man, and sometimes he wondered what such a 'model citizen' as he'd called himself even wanted to do with a felon like him. Nate liked that about him though, because it wasn't bragging in Oliver's case so much as it was just plain earnestness. He really was a giant puppy.

“You really need to learn to live a little,” he teased. “Go jaywalking once in a while or something, I promise it won't make anyone think less of you.”

Wrapping an arm around the other man's shoulder in a rare show of public affection, he waylaid any potential sputtering about how Oliver would never break the law in such a way by answering his questions.

“Behaving means you give me actual constructive criticism instead of telling me I look good in everything because you happen to think I'm cute. Doing it that way means you get to make suggestions on what you'd like me to try on instead of getting banished to another area of the store while I pick something on my own.”

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Churches were such odd places. For creatures of Nathaniel's ilk, they should have felt like home, but instead they were oppressive. The sermons paltry offerings to a God who so rarely answered them, and when he did, it was never in the ways they truly wanted. They were lured into a gilded cage owned by a child who enjoyed playing with his toys only so long as they danced to his tune. Once they failed to do so, he would cast them aside, broken and forgotten.

For one so at odds with the church to be found in one was...strange to say the least. Nathaniel had never believed, not really. He knew God existed of course, just as he knew the Gods of other pantheons lived on despite what man claimed, but he'd never had faith in him. Nor would he ever, but that didn't change the reason for his visit. He was there to deliver an offering for a man who could no longer do so himself, vampirism having taken him some years before. It was a cruel thing, to deny a man his sanctuary for something he had no control over, but it was the way of things with Yahweh.

Although Nate had never attended this particular church before, he was pleased when no one questioned his purpose through out the service and he added the money he'd been given to the donation basket when it was passed around near the end. He lingered as the rest of the congregation trickled out the main doors to chat and catch up, listening as the voices gradually faded away into a murmur and eventually to almost nothing.

Alone in the chancel, he made his way towards the front of the room, pausing at the foot of the small set of stairs that led to where the pastor had stood. Up high on the back wall was a painting of Christ and his Archangels. All were depicted in a manner that seemed gentle or at the very least welcoming. He wondered if those expressions would hold true were they there to witness the abomination of a Nephilim within one of their Holy places.

Lost on his thoughts, he was briefly startled by the sound of a door opening, and he turned to see who else had entered the room.

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endlessdrifter‌:

“Wait. You’ve never been in a date before?” Oliver asked, surprised by that declaration. It wasn’t mockery, however. What he felt was a hint of excitement at the possibility of being Nate’s first date ever, even if it was almost outrageous to think that nobody had ever asked such a hunk of a man on a date before. The world was crazy.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” he added, still refusing to make distance between him and his taller friend. Could he even call him a friend anymore? “I am gonna take the time to put together the perfect outfit and then I’m gonna take you out to have the most fun day you have ever had before. That’s my new life goal.”

Was he being over the top? Absolutely. He knew it as well. However, one look at Nate’s eyes was enough for him to feel the sudden need to make his life that much brighter. It wasn’t such a bad thing to do, was it?

“What’s your favorite food? I’m asking for science.”

Nate shrugged, continuing to look to the side rather than at Oliver directly. He knew the other man wasn't making fun of him, but that didn't stop the embarrassment.

“You forget I was in jail for the majority of my teen years,” he replied awkwardly. “And after I got out dating wasn't exactly high on my list of priorities.”

First and foremost he'd had to scramble to find a place to live, and way to pay for it. He'd managed, barely, but being essentially dumped on the street with little to no aid had screwed him in more ways than one. It was also what had driven him into the ring for the first time. Instead of dwelling on those unpleasant thoughts however, he let Oliver's voice distract him.

“One suggestion? Keep it simple. I...don't do well with a lot of people, so the less we have to deal with crowds the better, although I am still curious to see what you come up with. As for my favorite food...I'm honestly a bottomless pit and will eat anything so long as it doesn't have meat in it. If you're fishing for something specific, go with curry, for science of course.”

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NEW VERSE!

Name: Nathaniel Blackwood

Age: 1500ish

Gender: Male

Race: Angel (Nephilim)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Height: 6'5”

Weight: 237

Distinguishing Marks: Two symmetrical scars on his back between his shoulders that run from the start of his shoulder blades to about 4 inches above the base of his spine. Various other scars

Powers:

Racial trait: Healing: Nate is capable of healing injuries in a matter of moments, the worse the wound the longer it takes, but he's never been injured for longer than a day or two at most. He can also use this healing on others, although it exhausts him when he does.

Semi-immortality: Despite his mother having been a human, Nate's angelic genes overrode his natural aging process. His physical aging slowed to a crawl when he reached adulthood, and even now he only appears to be around his mid twenties despite being older than dirt. This doesn't mean he won't eventually die of age, it will simply take a very long time to happen.

Enhanced Condition: Nate is stronger and more durable than most creatures. He can lift large loads with relative ease and take a surprising amount of damage and get back up even when others would not.

Holy Fire: The one divine power he possesses, Nate can create, manipulate, and control holy fire which is typically used to purify those creatures known to be evil. It is particularly effective against demons, but it can also be used to simply trap them or other holy beings in place for a time until it fades. It cannot be doused with water, and can only be extinguished by Nate himself or if he is far enough away for the power to fade on its own.

Empathy: Nate can sense the emotional state of others simply by being in their presence and can often understand what they are truly feeling even when they attempt to mask their emotions with others. As old as he is, he can also use this ability to manipulate the emotional state of other people, but this is an aspect of the power he refuses to use except in the most extreme circumstances. He also tries to be polite and mask the ability so that he doesn't read people by accident since he views it as something of an invasion of privacy.

Weaknesses:

-Like all his kind, Nate is susceptible to demonic energy, even as he can counter it in his own ways. Wounds he receives from demonic powers or weapons also take much longer to heal than normal.

-Although he has learned how to shield himself from it, Nate can be overwhelmed by his empathic abilities if he is not careful

-His wings were taken from him as a child, and thus he cannot fly. It also occasionally causes the muscles in his back to lock up if he over exerts himself.

-He can't regenerate limbs, and taking his head will kill him just as easily as it will anything else

Weapons: Having been around a while, Nate has a wide array of old weapons displayed in his home from various time periods. All were once wielded by him in battle, but unlike some, Nate is the sort to adapt to the times. Swords and muskets went out of use long ago, and so he has updated his choice in weaponry to reflect the current trends. He carries a concealed pistol and a couple of knives hidden in his boots and one more noticeable one sheathed on his hip. At home he has a couple of other firearms stashed in each room, along with ammo created from silver and iron.

Personality: Nate has been around for a very long time and as such, he comes across as just...very tired. He keeps to himself most of the time, reluctant to make friends with those he knows will only be around for a short while. However, he feels very deeply, and wants to see other people happy as much as possible. He's watched the world die around him, and he tries to do what he can to preserve what joy other people are able to find. He's somewhat cynical, and tends to resort to sarcasm or dry humor in most situations, but does his best not to be cruel or callous if he can avoid it. He's loyal to a fault to what friends he does have, and fiercely protective of those he considers closest to him.

Bio: Nate was born around the sixth century AD, right around the time the Middle Ages began. His father was an Angel, but his mother was a human whom his father fell in love with. After a time, his father even gave up his divinity to remain at her side, and soon she was discovered to be with child. A few years after Nate was born, it became apparent that he was beginning to resent his life on earth, and that he wished to return to his place among the heavens. Having willingly Fallen however, there was no way for this to come to pass. As a result, he took his resentment out on his family, further cementing his status as an outcast. Things came to a head when Nate was around 16 years old, ending in a confrontation between the two that left both his parents dead and Nate crippled for the rest of his life. Unwilling to remain in the home he shared with them, he set off to explore the world as soon as he recovered from his wounds.

Given his advanced age, he's forgotten more than he remembers, aside from significant details or major events. He fought in a number of wars siding with whomever he felt was, if not in the right, at least the lesser problem overall. He spent most of his life in what would eventually become Europe, traveling from place to place every couple of years in order to keep people from getting suspicious when it became apparent that he wasn't aging. He eventually ended up in what would later become the Americas right around the time of the revolutionary war, although he was not a part of that particular debacle.

While he didn't make many friends over the years, he still found himself somewhat fascinated with humanity and the things they invented as time went on. Every improvement they made was met with pleasure, and every act of genocide was met with frustration and sadness. When the World Wars began, he was drafted into service and although he was tired of fighting, he took part in order to protect those he could. When the atomic bombs were dropped on Japan, he nearly gave up on humanity as a whole and hid himself away from them for a couple of decades.

In recent years he's taken up the role of a professional artist of a slightly reclusive nature, though he has begun to venture back out into the world once more, his curiosity about all things driving him out of seclusion.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

And: Happy 21st Birthday to the snowball!

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

And: Happy 21st Birthday to the snowball!

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List of tattoos Nate has and their locations:

Phoenix wings, located on either side of his ribs. They start at the the start of the V of his hips and span all the way up his ribs on both sides. Colors are gold, yellow, red, orange, and small amounts of black.

Deer skull: Located on his his chest and belly. The 'nose' of the skull touches just above his navel and the top sits at the base of his pectoral muscles. The antlers spread out over his chest with the highest tips touching the outer edges of his collarbone. The antlers are draped with flower covered vines and moss in green, pink, purple, and blue. The skull itself is shades of white, gray, and black.

Telekinesis symbol (Cy's Mark): Located on his upper back between his shoulder blades. It's about four inches tall and two inches wide, altered slightly from the regular symbol by replacing the circles on the top and bottom with diamonds. The design is done in dark purple, admiral blue, and mercury silver.

White rabbit/top hat: located on his left shoulder blade. It covers the entire expanse of his left shoulder with the steampunk style top hat taking up about two thirds of the space. The rabbit is depicted as sleeping on top of the hat with one of it's back paws dangling down over the front of it and it's ears slightly drooped forward in relaxation. The hat is black and gray and the gears and clock that decorate it are done in shades of brass and cadmium silver. The rabbit itself is white, with the tips of it's ears shaded in brown.

Skull/Azalea flower: This Tattoo is a dual sided piece with half of it done on the outside of either forearm so that, when held together, they form the complete image. Starting on his elbows is the design of the flower, petals grazing the the skulls chin ever so slightly. The skull itself spans from the top of the flower all the way up to the back of his hands. The nose of the skull is detailed on the outer edges of his wrist and the eye sockets take up the back of his hands. There is dark shading surrounding the design that appear to be shadows or dark smoke which curl all the way up to the second knuckle on each finger. The whole piece is done in shades of black and gray, but the flower itself is done in a dark, rich purple.

Pit Viper: His right arm, from elbow to shoulder is decorated in shades of green, teal, light blue, and the smallest hints of black and gold. The design is comprised of what appears to be the branch of a jungle tree, green leaves dominating the space. Peaking out from the gaps in the leaves are teal and pale blue scales which eventually give shape to the form of a snake hidden among them. The hint of gold and black is the snake's eye, which can be seen from where it peers out at the viewer from it's hiding place.

Dragon: Completing the sleeve on his left arm is a Chinese style dragon done in blues and greens with hints of white. Rather than the more traditionally fierce looking images, this dragon is decidedly more sleek, the head resembling that of a canine with a pair of long whiskers trailing from his snout. Black fur lines the dragons back from the crest of his head to the tip of his tail, his scales a mix of the green and aegean blue. The Dragon is depicted lounging along a river bank, his back end submerged in the water while his head and front legs rest among the grass

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I wonder how it feels to not hate yourself

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endlessdrifter‌:

Oliver flashed a huge smile in response to Nate’s words. By this point it was plain dumb to pretend they were just friends, and fighting those feelings had proven to be a challenge too big for the cop to take. Diving in head first was best, or at least it hurt less. The possibility of something great being born out of this awkwardness drove him to be so bold.

“Oh, I’m gonna give you the best date you’ve ever had. That is a promise,” he added, beaming in enthusiasm like the true puppy he was. If he had a tail it would be wagging from side to side by that point.

Not that it was hard to tell he was excited either, not when he had already launched himself to kiss Nate’s cheek in thanks for giving him a chance.

“And I promise not to wear my uniform like I usually do when I’m around.”

Arms coming up around the smaller man, Nate held onto him for a moment before letting his hands rest lightly on Oliver's hips instead. Frankly he'd been expecting the enthusiasm, and was pleased to see that he hadn't been wrong about how the cop would react. However, that didn't stop his words from making Nate duck his head almost shyly at his exclamation.

“Considering this will be the first date I've ever been on? I'm pretty sure you could rent a movie and order take out and just crash on my couch with me and it would be wonderful,” he admitted. “But I do look forward to seeing what you end up planning.”

Laughing a little at the follow up comment, Nate gave the man an amused once over.

“Please do. As nice as you look in uniform, I think you'd look much nicer out of it.”

There was totally an innuendo hidden in that statement, but it was true none the less.