#c: david

[bellstrom]

WHERE: Septima Poinsette Clark Library

WHEN: Noon...!

@davidxalexander

God, this was killing him. Benny wasn't sure how he allowed anyone to convince him to go to a meeting, as it was clear how far he was from confronting his problems with a group of other fuck ups who fucked up enough to end up in the same room with other fuck ups. It was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the longer he lingered with his thoughts, as he would typically immerse himself in work or substances to keep himself occupied. Benny couldn't even bear to listen to the other stories being shared, shaking his leg restlessly as he waited for the time to pass. Playing with the cup in his hand, Benny was adamant about keeping his head low, not wanting to draw attention to himself. They gave newcomers a pass, right? Like he could just drop in just to see if he wanted to come back? Looking up, Benny meets eyes with another just as their cult leader asks if anyone else would like to share. He looks down again. No way in hell.

[ahmuseme]

@sarawritesx, continued from here

The constraints of speed dating left David longing for more time as their opportunity to catch up and reminisce was cut short. With a sigh of disappointment, he reluctantly moved on to the following table for more 6-minute conversations where his thoughts remained mostly fixated on Vito rather than his new partner. During the lulls in conversation, David unconsciously stole glances at the other man, curious about how the event was going for him because, by the end of it, he hadn't written down anyone's name that he was interested in. Instead, he went directly to them.

David wasn't sure whether his desire to find him before the match cards were passed out stemmed from attraction, chemistry, or simply the fact they shared history, but he didn't want to lose the chance to reconnect again. Approaching Vito from behind during the mixer, he lightly touched his back to announce his presence. "Hey, sorry," The apology was aimed more toward the person his former subordinate was speaking to before he leaned in slightly to share private words with him, "Do you want to get out of here? Just you and me?"

[tmrrwppl]

@thecrypt for David (>:))

"Howdy... Neat trick, please don't jump again, I have a bad leg and I'm tired, man. Trust me, not going to do whatever shit the Paladins, the US Government, or Ultra-- a new one for you-- will wanna do to you."

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

@insufferablemonsters Asked:

  ❛  is  that  a  challenge?  ❜  /  from  buffy  to  david  👀

【❖】   ――――    ❝   Bold   words   for   a   Slayer   in   unfamiliar   territory,   ❞   He   remarked   coolly,   though   there   was   a   glint   of   respect   in   his   eyes.   David   grinned,   his   fangs   glistening   in   the   moonlight.   ❝   But   don’t   you   ever   get   tired   of   the   same   old   song   and   dance   ?   ❞   He   questioned,   his   eyes   locking   with   Buffy's.   ❝   Why   are   you   here,   Slayer   ?   ❞   He   questioned,   knowing   full   well   the   strength   they   were   suppose   to   posses.   The   tension   between   the   two   of   them   crackled   like   electricity   in   the   air,   the   fate   of   the   night   hanging   precariously   on   the   edge   of   a   knife.   If   she   came   to   Santa   Carla   with   intentions   of   hunting   his   kind   then   he   needed   to   end   this   here   and   now.   He   wouldn’t   just   stand   by   and   allow   himself   nor   his   boys   to   be   blindsided   again.   It   would   take   more   than   just   a   pretty   face   to   let   his   guard   down. 

David   shifted   closer   to   Buffy,   his   movements   graceful   and   predatory.   ❝   Or   are   you   just   another   lost   soul   seeking   redemption   in   the   wrong   place   ?   ❞   He   taunted,   a   dark   smirk   playing   on   his   lips.   The   wind   picked   up,   swirling   around   them   in   a   frenzied   dance,   carrying   the   scent   of   blood   and   danger.   A   gloved   hand   would   raise   to   rub   his   chin   as   a   grin   cracked   the   corner   of   his   lips.   He   studied   Buffy's   face   intently,   searching   for   any   hint   of   fear   or   doubt.   But   to   his   surprise,   he   saw   only   steely   determination   in   her   eyes.   He   could   sense   the   raw   power   emanating   from   her,   a   force   to   be   reckoned   with.   ❝   I   see   the   fire   in   your   eyes,   Slayer,   ❞   David   spoke   softly,   almost   admiringly.   ❝   You're   not   like   the   others   who   have   come   before   you.   But   know   this,   I   won't   hesitate   to   protect   what's   mine.   ❞

[lucienmelaina]

location: training yard with: @davxdalexander

The training yard was not a place Lucien frequented, mostly because in his two years in Redwood, he hadn't trained for anything. It all felt unfamiliar, from the targets on the far end to the soil under his feet, his cane sinking a little with every step. And mostly unfamiliar of all, the weapons- but maybe that would have to change. Maybe if it changed, his anxiety would ease up a little bit.

Taking a quick look around to the almost empty place, he quickly found the person he was looking for, looking pensive and slightly terrifying as ever, even as he was kneeling down and tying his shoe. He approached with determination, careful not to startle him, even though he doubted he could ever catch him off guard. "David?" he asked, towering over him, but somehow feeling small at the same time. "Hi. I need your help with something."

[brainwormcity]

David Tennant doesn't know how to half-ass a kiss. If/when we finally get a good kiss between Crowley and Aziraphale, I suspect I will be passing away from the passion of it. He just puts his whole David Tennussy into every kiss.

[dearest-darling-nat]

It was so hard to stay awake, harder still to focus. The miniscule amount of blood that Natalia had gotten from the other vampire was the only thing keep her swimming in and out of consciousness. She could feel her seethe near, and Stefan's rage. It made her shudder even without seeing him. And the mix of stranger's voices and kin that surrounded her were overshadowed by the laughing... even after it stopped.

1968, on the streets of Dolceacqua. The last night of her humanity. The laughing now of the men who'd beat and violated her to the edge of death. Stefan's rescue that night, the only one to hear her screaming. Surely it couldn't be that different... to massacre three men as opposed to a lone vampire. But even so, the thought of another life taken for her sake made her startle back to the present.

She fought for a moment to open her eyes, taking in the changed scene of the room. Her attacker gone, Stefan restrained, Sofia guarding her, and everyone else's voices all but screaming. Isambard's soft whispers were there too, practically drowning in the wake of it all. She brought her gaze back to meet her mate's, her vision so hazy that she almost doubted he was really there. But she could feel him, distantly, with her uninjured hand faintly clinging to his shirt and his arms wrapped around her like a safety blanket. Like home.

Natalia watched as Isambard looked away and spoke. His voice seemed so distant, like he was fading with each second that passed, and that she could only lie frozen to watch him slip away. And it made everything ache even more than it already did. But he was looking at someone, and she turned her head to see just who. The flames caught her notice first... wouldn't they be hot--close to her as they were? It didn't make sense. She was still cold. Too cold. And she knew what that meant. She really couldn't focus on the cat-eyed warlock in front of her at all, just the flames that danced around him and drifted to her own skin. And she felt their warmth then--even if it might have been imagined--nearly lulling her into that blackness that beckoned.

David shivered slightly at the wink from his lover, a smirk playing on his lips as he thought of what was to come for them once this was all over. The sheer power they emanated from his lover was a sight to see and he couldn't help but watch him for a moment as he sent everyone home and turned the mouthy human into a coat rack before tending to the injured vampire on the floor.

David's attention turned back to Stefan and his child as the elder vampire continued to snap and snarl within the restraint of his vines. He watched in amusement for a moment before growing bored. With a wave of his hand the flowers on the vines transformed to one of the flowers found only in Faerie that sprayed a toxic dust putting people to sleep. "Ok that's enough of that. You're just getting annoying now." He says with a roll of his eyes as his pretty babies sprayed their dust in Stefan's face causing him to go limp within the vines. With a snap of his fingers the vines moved away and Stefan fell to the floor with a thud. "You may want to get him out of here, darling, the effects won't last very long on a vampire and he will be quite livid when he wakes up. I'll deal with your friends in the hall." David says nodding for her to go while he gets to work waking the vampires in the hall. "Wakey wakey. Party's over, darlings. I would vanish before my lover gets finished patching your friend up. She's in good hands. Go help your friend tend to your maker. I imagine he will be quite angry when he wakes." The Fae says before rejoining his lover and the other remaining vampires.

[futurespacess]

OPEN RP | Muse: David Powers (The Lost Boys)

The stars overhead was a welcoming sight to those that were bound to the dark, and forever shunning the deadly touch of sunlight. It was where the creatures of the night could flourish and take part in whatever chaos they wished to delve in, or bring onto others. There were no rules. Nothing was out of their reach. They had all the time in the world to spend, and the blonde leader of this specific group was not going to let it go to waste.

They had settled on a hill, high above the city below, scoping out what could be potential prey. He had let the others gawk and squabble, while he went off to search by himself. The forest, the city. All were his playground, and he hadn't a care for any real trouble. Too many years had past for him to ever be too cautious; a reckless attitude to have, certainly, but he was perfectly fine with it.

[victusinveritas]

DAVID HERBERT - 'VHS' (2005)

Foam, plexiglas, latex paint (2 x 4 x 8 feet).

[vintagewildlife]

Markhor By: David C. Fritts From: Realms of the Russian Bear 1992

[merylstreep-hf]

Yes, that is exactly how it is. As for keeping them crossed, that is exactly what I am doing. 🤞

i feel you! it's definitely the same when i'm on a new project after laying low for a while. it's all muscle memory, too. keep them crossed for good luck!

[viceandmature]

Showing off their CDs

[psykopaths]

Edward Norton in Fight Club (1999)

[aq2003]

david "i'm not good at playing neurotypicals" tennant

[hqlourd]

Oh, I'm always happy to make people laugh. It's kind of my reason for existing, especially when it comes to my kids, but if I can make a perfect stranger in, like, Australia chuckle then that's just... you know, *chef's kiss*! Oooh, you're in a play? I haven't been in a play in way too long, I miss the theatre! What's the piece you're starring in? I hope you've had a restful weekend and might I add, I am a big fan of yours, so hello!

It seems even the bravest among us have our Achilles' heel. Riding high and mighty on those majestic creatures is one thing, but dismounting gracefully is a whole other rodeo, isn't it? If it shall be immortalized in the annals of TMZ, providing mirth and merriment to all who witness them then so be it, at least it's gonna bring out them laughs. As for my week, well, it's been rather tame compared to your wild horseback antics, I must say. I'm rather busy with my play all week, now that the weekend is creeping in I can't pretend I'm not happy to get a little rest.

[expelliarmus]