#》muse:felipe

[goldentemplariumcrow]

👀 Do the mun and you get along?

"Be honest, Dio. No trying to get around it."

"Ooh~ I want to hear this one."

"Gee~ the two of you are pests in my days, hu?"

"We get along pretty well until I start to be horny at two in the morning and she wants to sleep. Jurr spins ideas all hours of the day, her ADHD makes it hard to write in a consistent way and she's constantly chasing that dopamine rush to counter the daily issues of her life, but we have something good going on, we've been in this journey for more than a decade now and a lot of things changed, but we're still here. And it doesn't matter if she tries new muses, she always returns to me, Lio and Felipe, because we were created out of love and that's something she values way more than numbers."

"Not to mention all the marvelous and brilliant friends that teach her a lot of interesting things through the days and amidst interactions between muses and out of character conversations. We provide a valuable and important resource of good things she needs to get through her days and she gives us a voice to exist."

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There's a kid sitting there, crying. Is he all alone?

Felipe looks around for a whole two minutes before he comes to the conclusion that it seems this little one is either lost or abandoned and he can't help himself. Call if his fatherly instinct, but as a single parent, it breaks his heart to see a child all alone like this, even more when nobody seem to be interested in caring for the boy, most even scrunch their noses or look away to ignore him when they walk by.

Adjusting the letterman style bag that crosses his chest, he walks to the boy and lower himself as much as he can to be around his height.

"Hey, little one." He softens his voice and facial expression to greet the kid, and, to not startle him, kneels at a reasonable distance from the boy. "Are you hurt?" He's not going to ask about papa and mama, because clearly, the boy is asking for them, so he doesn't know where they are.

There's... lots of people. They're all very big.

And he is very small.

None of them look or sound familiar.

Everything is loud and bright.

Where is he? He's scared. Words aren't working.

All he can really do is sit down and cry for Mama and Daddy.

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"One year older... forty-seven looking twenty... lucky me... or should I count the years of this body? If so, then it's one." Better not waste too much energy thinking about this, but it's Felipe's biological anniversary day, so he's going to celebrate it with caramelized grapes and apples, be lazy and spend the day in bed or on the couch binging movies and series.

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"On this day, many years ago, my... original self died. I apologize if I seem a little out of it, it's because my body doesn't understand or know how to react to this information that my brain, somehow, kept." Felipe sighs. "I'm still getting used to this. It's complicate."

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Incorrect quote generator:

*playing twister*

Felipe: Right hand red.

Dionisus: *ends up on top of Emilio*

Emilio: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Felipe: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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My brain working in October mode: what if the Templar Order in my DC-AC crossover verse was like the SCP Foundation?

My muses:

Felipe (2.0, the clone):

"Uhm... HQ? Does it count as containment breach when the containment cell is taken with the thing when it leaves?"

Dionisus:

"What to do when the containment cell breaches containment? Drink. Just... just drink until you forget. Well, that ough to be an understatement to someone like me, but hey! Noted and noted!" Leaving his station to go empty a bar's stock.

Emilio:

"One day. That's all I ask for. One day without anomalies. One single day! What do I get? This mess! Yeah, yeah! Already taking the gears out for you two. Try to come back in one piece."

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He lonely.

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"Excuse me, do you know where I can find a petshop around here?"

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"I could see your bore-"doom" all the way from the other side of the room," The pun is intentional, for that is what Revaen's face conveys to him. "Thought I could shake things up a little bit for you... or, at least, check if there's something I can do to help."

Even though Revaen stopped himself in time, Felipe sure was ready to jump over the shield and the guard if the motion hadn't been halted, it's possible to see it by the position of his hands and his knees. He's a King, but not one that only sits on his throne and delegates orders up and down, he's one of those that put his hands to work and get dirty with his people and servants when required, the kind who doesn't bother with keeping appearances so long as his people are safe and happy.

"I can imagine all of this is extremely boring to you, so, I'd like to try to make it a little better for you," He nudges the man on the side. "It's your first year experiencing this, you should be at the courtyard or the city, drinking, dancing..." And his nose catches a wiff of the omega's scent, that makes Felipe discretely eye him for a moment — their cultures are different, but he knows when an omega is feeling their hormones, specially when one has them as strong as the Tammaranean. "Perhaps, you'd like to spar? I could use some exercise before dinner."

@goldentemplariumcrow from here | guest muse: Revaen

Revaen hadn’t been expecting this when he was instructed by his princess that he was being given to a neighboring kingdom. He expected… well, less of this whole fawning omega mess he saw constantly. Women and men tripping over themselves trying to earn the king or his son’s favor. Frankly, it was embarrassing. The balls were also stuffy for lack of a better word. Where were the bonfires and the drinking and dancing until dawn? None of these people dueled one another to earn the chance to present themselves to an omega—in fact the omegas submitted as if they weren’t the most important people in the room.

Worst of all, the king he was serving was an alpha. Who thought an alpha leading was a good idea? They were impulsive and violent. Still… the king was a decent enough alpha. Two former lovers and two healthy pups. He had Revaen’s respect for that if nothing else. He was good to his word too, he would guard this man with his life.

Revaen leans heavily on his spear and sighs. All this ball business was so boring. He wanted to spar, to fight, hell he’d be fine with a half decent partner and a bottle of wine. Maybe even a quick roll in the bunks with a fellow guardsmen. Anything other than this boredom.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

I said it before, I'll say it again...

The looks are 100% on the genetics.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

Open starter

The blond shouldn't react like this, but he'd been struggling for a while with his own needs and verging on going crazy because of such. The sense of responsibility was all that kept him going and helped his mind avoid what his body asked for, however, there was just so much such reasonable thinking could keep at bay and he'd been holding back for way too long.

So, it was no surprise to him that his body answered to those hands touching his sides when he laid down to have a pause from doing crunches, the warmth and light sensation left from his waistline to his hip had his muscles following the motions, his lower half lifted some from the ground with the fingers and he chuckled darkly under his breath.

"If you're going to play with fire, might as well just fall on it with your mouth." The blond teased as he ran fingers up his hair and pulled the golden locks backwards, still having his eyes closed.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

❛ that wasn’t a punch. if i’d punched you, you’d be on the floor. ❜ (from Revaen <3)

@whxlmedwing

"Of course it wasn't. It was reflex. A bit excessive, but nonetheless a reflex. I'd probably do the same if I had a cut that bad too," Felipe spoke in a low and soft tone, barely more than a whisper as he checked the rest of the bruises and wounds on the other's body. "I should've warned you that it would sting bad. My mistake. I'm sorry."

Inadvertedly, the blond leaned closer and cupped his cheeks between both hands when he checked the cuts on the other's face.

"You're in luck. Your pretty face has some small cuts, but it'll get better in no time and there won't be scars left behind," He smiled when confirming that everything was fine. "Everything will be fine. They starved you back there, right, Revaen? We'll get you back in shape."

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"You're about the same age as Emiliano. You two can be fifty and I'll still call both of you kids." He shrugged. "Granted, I treat my kids with respect and the maturity they deserve, but still, y'all're kids in my eyes." He reached in the bag and unwrapped one of the triangular rice balls and handed it to Tim. "It's not about being hungry, it's about soothing some of those chemicals in your brain. When a person eats something they like, they often feel good, and this helps work through the immediate emotions burdening them."

To hear about how high above the ground they were, Felipe looked down to the streets for a couple of seconds, then to the sky, and gave Tim a knowing smile. He should know better given that Dionisus was quite fond of heights, that had to come from somewhere, no normal person in their right mind would come with that sort of thing by default — even though Felipe's family couldn't be considered normal, they were all quite aware of the risks of a fall from any height.

"Eight floors, one floor, the Everest... who's counting, right?" He attempted a joke, even if it was awful. "Also, will you really send this old man here all the way back down there? My bones are too old to face the path down." Now he was pushing a little with a funny voice and accent.

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“Hm… no.” Felipe replied quite harshly. ���I’ll sit here, by your side and let you cry, but I can’t just leave. That’s not how I am nor what a responsible adult should do.” He rubbed the back of his head while sitting down and crossing his legs, pretty much dropping his own weight on a controlled way down, then placed the bag he was carrying between them. “You’re still a kid, whether you like it or not, and I’m an old man in my core, despite of my looks. Now, you can tell me what’s up or just be silent, but I’m not leaving your side — plus, you’re in luck, I’m just coming back from work and bought some snacks from the convenience store down the street, they had those onigiris filled with salmon and green tea.”

It seemed like Felipe was just as impossible as Dio when it came to not leaving him and his emotions alone. “I’m 17, so not really a kid anymore,” Tim replied, trying not to sniffle. “I’m not hungry,” he mumbled, trying to turn away from Felipe as much as possible. “Why are you even here? This is eight floors up. On the roof.” Did Felipe somehow see him and decided to just pop by? What kind of eagle eyes did he possess?

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....Meanwhile behind the curtains....

"It's your fault."

"Excuse me, giovanotto, I got mine the same way you got yours. It's passed down the bloodline. Your kids will have it too. We're cursed with blond hair on the head, no hair on our bodies, big libido and proper parts to accompany it and make our partners feel good."

"Mmmh... You can’t blame that on the accident this time, Fe. I got it too. And it’s certainly from you.”

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Omega.

@lostxndbroken

Felipe repeated to so many customers in the past that his company and services didn't include doing them, it was offensive to him when others saw his job as an escort as something similar to that of a prostitute — not that he didn't respect the workers of the night, to each their own, but he didn't feel comfortable with having to please others in such ways when his time was paid only for company. The job description simply didn't include such terms or liberties, thus, the blond didn't understand why so many others didn't respect it.

So, when Remus climbed his lap and straddled him, the man's first reaction was to feel extremely disappointed at the younger and gently tried to push him away, only to stop when his hands held on the slim waist and his palms could feel the heat coming from under the man's shirt. Such was one of the signs of an omega who had been hit with a strong heat wave, one who was going through the peak of their fertility cycle and needed a knot to calm down.

With his thoughts still weighting the pros and cons of giving in to such desperate request, Felipe guided Remus to kneel over his lap in order to assess the symptoms better, only to hear some whining and feel his legs wanting to give in and fall over his lap again, all while the other's eyes followed every little gesture of his hands, both of which rubbed small circles from over his shirt on the lower abdomen with their thumbs for some moments before one reached between the legs to feel how bad it was.

Even from over the denim and underwear, Felipe felt the natural lubrication from the omega stick to his fingertips and he didn't even need to press his digits against the area. Just from lightly running his fingers there, he could feel Remus shake and soon enough his arms wrapped around his neck, pressing his more sensitive chest to the alpha's face — first time in decades he felt the chest of a male omega, a fully grown one for that matter, and a pleasant surprise to him as the pectorals felt soft and full, like they prepared for feeding... they invited the alpha to suck and bite on them even though he had no right to do so.

Please. Please, fuck me. Remus begged close to his ear and Felipe felt a shiver run down his own spine, making him shift some on the couch. He shouldn't. His rates for impregnation were above average in normal conditions, let alone with an omega going through the peak of their heat, however, this was a man he considered a friend and who clearly needed some help — the more he denied and refused to give in, the worst the next wave would be until it was over, only to repeat all the struggle again the next month. Fe-lipe, please... I-I... I'll b-be a... g-goo-d b-boy... Remus' voice was pure sweetness as he continued to shake in response to the hand that hadn't left the space between his legs, and the blond sure seemed to be enjoying the strong scent and texture that came with the omega's lubrication, because he wasn't pulling his fingers away.

At last, Felipe exhaled and looked down at himself, hard from feeling the other, the shape of his cock showing under his own pants in all its size and thickness, and he turned to look up again. "Keep your eyes closed and hold on tight." He ordered and undid his own pants first, then did the same with Remus' lower garments, taking them mid-way down his thighs, and shifted his own angle so the omega could lower himself without hurting too much.

"Slow... don't try to take it all at once." Felipe guided him, holding his erection in place with one hand while the other helped Remus find the head and lower himself onto it — from the gland alone he could imagine the alpha wasn't average size. "Like this... ngh! Do not rush." Easier said than done when the omega was so wet and slippery, he had to control him, himself, by holding on the sides of his hips with force in order to don't let him go all down at once. "Heh! I can fill you... all of you..." He chuckled as more and more of himself slipped in the needy and tight space.

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@musesinsidemymind || from here

"Shame. You look like the kind who would do well in a band. You have presence." The extreme opposite of Felipe himself, who could disappear in plain sight if one wasn't paying close attention to him. "But then, I can't speak of it with all of my stagefright. Love myself some good notes, even used to sing when I was younger, but put me on a stage and I freeze like a deer on the road." His eyes turned to the guitar and he smiled. "Is this a Fender?"