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“You’re proving more and more every day that you’re some form of masochist, Mon Cher.” Lestat chuckled, “Now I’m just imagining you wearing an ornate gold and ivory mask and it’s making me crave you even more. Just picture it: us two entering that ball as real vampires amongst mortals playing as vampires and just making a whole scene. You and I dancing together among the excess and decadence like we don’t have a care in the world. Plus we’re basically guaranteed a feast with all those willing humans.” He purred and kicked his feet up so his legs were now strewn over James’s thighs.

“James my darling, you are not going to BELIEVE what Jacqueline sent me this morning.” Lestat said as the tour bus drove along one of America’s many highways. He sat beside his husband, almost giddy with excitement, before showing James his phone.

“There’s a masquerade ball being held in New Orleans…. And it’s vampire themed. And Jacqueline, being the incredible, wonderful daughter she is, got us tickets to go.” He said with a huge fanged smile, “It gives you an excuse to wear your old uniform again.”

A ball.. James raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked over at Lestat. "A vampire-themed masquerade? How very...subtle," he teased. He glanced at the phone, eyeing the invitation Jacqueline had sent them. “New Orleans, of course,” he added, shaking his head with amusement. “And she even got us tickets? I swear, our daughter is more like her namesake than I care to admit.”

James chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked out the bus window, lost for a moment in memories of his former life. "It has been a while since I wore it. Maybe it’s time."

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josh

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No. 1 Chrashley shipper

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josh washington my bb </3

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I just realized that they changed Josh's trait to persistent because of his new ending.

Josh's persistence is what makes him endure and overcome any obstacle, even the time of isolation and starvation trapped in the mines.

He set his mind to seeing his friends again and redeem himself. Being persistent to this goal until the very end.

That's why he survived.

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I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Please lemme have one chance bb I’ll treat you right 😩😩🙏🏻

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i swear to god if one more stupid fandom ruins a beautiful text post i am calling the police

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‘Cause when you go like summer gives to the rain I am uncertain, but I’m certain I am losing my way

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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

((Jesus fucking Christ I’ve been on this specific hell site for 11 years? Welp, I’m glad you all have enjoyed my role playing nonsense for 11 whole years lols. Here’s to 11 more years potentially!))

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Plus (yes he's the war criminal):

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Lend Me Your Voice (Anthony/The Thin Man x Original Character) - Chapter 3

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Read on AO3

Tags: @vereorr @werewolf-on-high @labyrinthphanlivingafacade @stainedlilac @c0ffinshit

When Miranda came home later that night, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and cuddle one of her big plushies. However, just as she was kicking off her clothes after a long night protecting some B-List rapper wannabe, she remembered the man in her bed.

“Shit…” She mumbled to herself, checking the clock to find out it was only about 4:30 am, before growling softly with annoyance. She hated sleeping on the couch, but she had a feeling it wasn’t a good idea to cuddle up to a random man she just met. She snuck into her bedroom to grab her pajamas, a weighted plushie, and her headphones before noticing Anthony sleeping beside her. She was a bit amazed at how well the bruises and cuts on his face were healing already. Only two days ago he was on the brink of death and yet he was healing like it hadn’t even happened. She made a mental note of it before she left for her couch, changed clothes, and promptly passed out once she was cuddled up.

She had been planning on sleeping in late the next morning, but the sudden smell of smoke reaching her nose woke her up almost immediately.

“What the fuck?! Is there a fire?!” She shouted, turning around bleary eyed in an attempt to find the source of the smoke. However, when she spotted Anthony on her balcony with a cigarette, she calmed down and flopped back onto the couch with a huff, “This man just keeps getting stranger and stranger.” She chuckled to herself, running both hands through her hair before she approached Anthony from behind.

“This is a non smoking floor you know. If my landlord catches you smoking, I could be in big trouble.” Miranda said firmly and Anthony turned around, leaning on the cane she had given him. Miranda’s eyes widened at the look of him, as he was no longer wearing the shirt she gave him. He was just standing on the balcony, completely shirtless, smoking a cigarette that she had no idea where he got it from. The sight of him was oddly sexy and Miranda felt the need to clear her throat to force herself out of the sudden arousal he’d stirred in her. Anthony promptly put the cigarette out before limping back into the room and grabbing the notepad.

“Sorry, they were mine, I had a pack in my suit.” He explained, “It’s a bad habit but it provides me comfort, much like how you spin your ring or chew your hair when you’re nervous.”

“Or like how you rubbed my hair against your face?” She asked and his eyebrow raised in surprise.

“Yes. A lot like that actually. I’m sorry I woke you.” He seemed genuinely contrite that he disturbed her, which made Miranda laugh a bit and shake her head.

“It’s ok. I needed to take my medication anyway. But since you’re already upright and shirtless, do you mind if I take a look at your stitches? Just to make sure you’re healing properly.” Anthony cocked his head at her request but nodded regardless, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Miranda washed her hands and grabbed a pair of gloves from her med kit before heading back to Anthony’s side. Kneeling before him, that same flush of arousal came back as she was on the floor practically between his legs. He was so tall and lanky that this was the only way she could get a proper look at his chest wound. She did her best to ignore it though as she didn’t want to be blinded by her attraction to him.

Peeling off the bandage, Miranda was surprised at just how fast the wound was healing. The sutures were clean and miraculously there was no infection present, everything was coming together how it should. The same was true for the exit wound on his back and she was even more surprised that he didn’t seem to be in much pain either in those spots.

“God, are you a part of the X-Men or something? I’ve never seen someone heal this fast.” She joked and Anthony laughed softly, shaking his head.

“I’ve always been a quick healer. Where I grew up, they said it was a gift from God.” Anthony had put the phrase “gift from god” in big obvious quotation marks on the page in an attempt to illustrate sarcasm. However, that wasn’t the point Miranda chose to focus on.

“Where did you grow up? I mean, given your fashion sense and decent enough manners, you don’t seem local.” Miranda teased and Anthony gave a dry laugh in response.

“Mostly in an orphanage. My family died when I was seven. A fire broke out… I don’t remember much of my life before then sadly. The nuns raised me the best they could, although they weren’t as accommodating to my sensitivities as you are.” He explained. The only reason Anthony felt comfortable telling her all this information was because she was a nobody. No one knew who she was, no one wanted her dead, she was just a random stranger trying to live in this shitty world. And given the fact that she saved him without question, he had a feeling he could tell her just a little bit about himself without needing to worry.

“Oh… oh Anthony, I’m so sorry… I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you…” Miranda’s voice went soft as she rebandaged and cleaned the wounds to make sure they stayed healthy. She sat beside him on the bed then, noticing how he winced almost every time he shoved his hair back out of his face. It appeared he had made use of her shower that morning before she woke up and his hair was in his face. She said nothing for the time being and neither did Anthony. He just sat there and sighed as he wrote another response.

“It’s alright. It’s not like you had anything to do with it. Life just had a path for me that was a bit different than most.” He replied with a shrug, wincing and cringing again when he tried fruitlessly once more to get his hair out of his face.

“Anthony, do you have… sensitivities with your hair too?” Miranda phrased the question in a way she hoped he’d understand, using the word he used earlier to describe his own issues. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Ever since I can remember, my hair has always caused me problems. I much prefer it slicked back and close to my head, that way it’s not touching my face and people aren’t able to touch it either. The nuns where I grew up never listened to me when I tried to tell them I didn’t like my hair being touched. They basically had to almost strap me down to the chair to cut my hair.” He laughed to himself at his reply, “When I used your shower this morning, I didn’t think about how my hair would dry and would mess with me again.” Miranda listened carefully, her heart reaching out for him as she just wanted to help him as much as she could. It was very clear to her that Anthony was autistic as well, his sensory issues regarding hair the most apparent out of all his symptoms. That was when she excused herself for one moment before returning with a small tin can in one hand and a black bottle in the other.

“So on the very rare occasions that I have people over, I like to provide for them as best I can. And some people like to do their hair while they’re here. The bottle is a really strong hair gel that I often use to style my own hair and the can is a hair pomade that one of my exes really enjoyed. I only kept it around because it smells nice and my friend Darius uses it for his hairline sometimes.” She explained. Anthony’s beautiful blue eyes widened at the options in front of him, staring at the items before looking up at Miranda in awe. He blinked and examined her face, trying to find some kind of lie or ulterior motive. There was always some kind of hidden catch to kindness like this. Sure she was helping him and giving him a place to stay, but there was no reason for her to offer him this just to help with his sensitivities.

“Why? Why are you being so kind to me? Miranda I have done nothing but waste your time and resources. There is no reason for you to provide me with this!” Anthony protested, almost shoving the notepad in her face as if he was trying to get her to understand. Miranda just stood there in shock, her expression one of heartbreak and sadness.

“Anthony, what has your life been like that someone giving you genuine kindness is a foreign concept to you?”

“A hard one where no one ever listened to me. One where any kindness was always given with something expected in return. And I don’t have anything to give you.” He explained and Miranda scoffed quietly.

“Well that’s about to change now. Pick your poison, Anthony. I’m letting you use these free of charge, nothing expected in return.” At her use of that expression, he leaned back with an eyebrow raised. It took her a second before realizing he didn’t understand the euphemism. She laughed and shook her head, “No no no, they’re not really poison, it’s an expression meaning you can pick whichever one you want.” She explained more clearly and Anthony relaxed. He was still definitely in shock and confused by her gesture, but he picked the pomade and limped into the bathroom to fix his hair. When he came back out after a few minutes, his hair was in the same, middle parted, slicked back style it was in when she found him. However this time it was much cleaner and neater.

“There you are…. Now you’re starting to look like yourself again.” Miranda smiled and Anthony smiled right back, “You have a beautiful smile, by the way. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you that…”

“So do you.” Anthony replied simply, noticing the way Miranda had been looking at him. It wasn’t very often that he received attention from women in that way, or from men for that matter. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time, which meant that most flirtatious actions went right over his head. However, just because he didn’t understand flirting didn’t mean that he didn’t have sex. Anthony had quite a high body count, having picked up both men and women at bars and on missions. He was usually more of a one night stand type of man, as he preferred not to have connections due to his job, but the idea of maybe having more than a one night stand with Miranda flickered through his mind. Especially given the way she was looking at him, Anthony’s own mind began to wander, and he had to mentally smack himself out of it to stop that train of thought. Miranda’s voice also helped bring him back to himself as she started speaking while he was deep in thought.

“I don’t have work tonight and I didn’t really have anything planned today so I shouldn’t be too much of a nuisance for you. Did uh… did you have anything planned other than healing up?” She asked and sighed softly, shaking his head.

“My job is on an as needed basis, so I don’t have much to do during the day anyway. Most of the time when I’m not working I just sit at home and read…. Either that or practice my swordsmanship.” He explained and Miranda’s eyes widened at the last part.

“I’m sorry, did you say swordsmanship?” She asked and Anthony nodded.

“Swords and swordsmanship are one of my biggest passions. I have a large collection of swords and other bladed weapons at my home.” His response had Miranda staring at him with pure joy glittering in her eyes.

“Maybe once you’re all healed up you can show me? I’d love to see it.” She asked, causing Anthony to quirk a well groomed eyebrow.

“If it would make you happy, then I would be glad to show you some of my skills.” Anthony replied with a smile, “If I show you my swords, maybe you can explain your obsession with all these cutesy characters?” Upon reading his words, Miranda blushed out of embarrassment and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

“I wouldn’t call it an OBSESSION. More just a special interest.” She clarified, “My childhood wasn’t exactly the best, and through a bunch of therapy I’ve kinda figured out that it helps if I indulge in some childish things. The whole idea of healing your inner child as an adult, you know?” Miranda explained and Anthony listened intently. He’d never heard of doing something like that before and it intrigued him.

“Given that I have enough childhood trauma for the both of us, I might have to try that too.” Anthony replied with a gentle smile and Miranda laughed softly.

“You are such an interesting man. I find you nearly stabbed to death and now you’re on my bed trauma dumping with me.” She slapped her knees as she stood up once more, running both hands through her hair before turning around to face Anthony again.

“So…. Breakfast then?”

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“Any excuse I have to go back to New Orleans, you know I will take it.” Lestat smiled, the thought of James wearing his old commodore uniform sending chills up and down his spine, “I swear, sometimes she is TOO much like her mother and it is quite unsettling. But regardless, we have a show in New Orleans the day before the Ball, we’re already in town, so why not go completely dramatic with it?” Lestat always had a flair for the dramatic, but whenever he had an excuse to not only be dramatic but extra dramatic as well, the man lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Maybe I could fish out that old matching outfit I wore the night we met…. Recreate that magical evening when you followed me around while I was hunting for a meal; except with maybe less stabbing this time.”

“James my darling, you are not going to BELIEVE what Jacqueline sent me this morning.” Lestat said as the tour bus drove along one of America’s many highways. He sat beside his husband, almost giddy with excitement, before showing James his phone.

“There’s a masquerade ball being held in New Orleans…. And it’s vampire themed. And Jacqueline, being the incredible, wonderful daughter she is, got us tickets to go.” He said with a huge fanged smile, “It gives you an excuse to wear your old uniform again.”

A ball.. James raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked over at Lestat. "A vampire-themed masquerade? How very...subtle," he teased. He glanced at the phone, eyeing the invitation Jacqueline had sent them. “New Orleans, of course,” he added, shaking his head with amusement. “And she even got us tickets? I swear, our daughter is more like her namesake than I care to admit.”

James chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked out the bus window, lost for a moment in memories of his former life. "It has been a while since I wore it. Maybe it’s time."

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If we are RPing together

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

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Lesbian greaseball is the greatest gift starlight express could give us

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The second that his hands and legs were free, he stood up and wrapped his arms around Felicia. He sighed happily and started placing kisses all over her face.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with this… that poor JJ had to see that, I don’t know what I’m gonna tell him.” He whispered softly, continuing to hold her. However, as he started to move to leave, he remembered the unfortunate and unwanted problem in his pants. Sonya had basically forced him to react that way to about half mast but Felicia’s actions caused it to stand at full attention. Julien groaned with disgust and annoyance at the fact that Sonya was even able to get a rise out of him and he desperately tried to think of the most disgusting things possible.

Felicia placed a stolen statue on a shelf. She would have to sell it eventually, but it looked nice there for now. Her voice called out to whomever had just walked in. "Do you think that looks ok? I don't want JJ to accidentally break it."

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Julien had just gotten out of the shower so he was drying his hair off when he walked into the room.

“I think it looks perfect, my darling. Reminds me of you with that black and white aesthetic.” He said with a smile, the towel tied loosely around his hips.

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Julien sighed in relief when Felicia avoided the attack, struggling against his bonds as Clover practically jumped on top of Sonya. The woman started screaming bloody murder, fighting and clawing tooth and nail to get away from Clover, but Clover punched her as hard as she could in the face to knock her out.

“There’s a reason I’ve been with the King’s family for so long.” Clover replied with a smile as she began tying up Sonya. That was when Felicia approached and Julien started panicking.

“My love, my darling are you ok?! What are you doing here?! Where’s JJ? Is he ok? Did they hurt him?!” He rambled as Felicia began checking him over and untying him.

Felicia placed a stolen statue on a shelf. She would have to sell it eventually, but it looked nice there for now. Her voice called out to whomever had just walked in. "Do you think that looks ok? I don't want JJ to accidentally break it."

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Julien had just gotten out of the shower so he was drying his hair off when he walked into the room.

“I think it looks perfect, my darling. Reminds me of you with that black and white aesthetic.” He said with a smile, the towel tied loosely around his hips.