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[cavernovs]

SERIES [1/?] / J.DAVENPORT & L.MACKIE

World on Fire, Daughtry. 

Can you hear the crowd, like a thousand sirens In the night, like thunder striking,  The sickness is rising, the angels are crying,  That’s the sound of the world on fire. 

[ @calcmityys​ ]

[hxlfcrxzy]

For a wolf that was usually so unkempt, he didn’t half scrub up well. He’d made sure his hair was styled, still messy but messy with purpose. He’d taken a few squirts from one of Bram’s aftershaves, if only to mask the smell of dog he was sure the vampire could normally pick up on. A small detail but one he didn’t want to skimp out on. Hell, he’d even run a comb through the more scraggly segments of his facial hair, in an attempt to make sure all the hairs at least looked like they were facing the same way.

Slung over his frame was a black shirt, sleeves cutting off half way down his biceps, with some kind of tropical flower print. It looked more like something he’d wear on a vacation than dinner at his boyfriends, but for now it was the closest thing he owned to ‘nice’ or ‘smart’. Sure Obi wouldn’t care, but Mike wanted to show he was making an effort. Making this commitment mean something.

The most pressing issue still across his face was the scarring from the silveriron burn, something he couldn’t hide and something he wasn’t too keen to explain to the vampire. As long as nobody does anything to you that upsets me, they can live, or words similar to that are what Oberyn had warned, the conditions to their relationship and foundations they were built upon. The burns on his body he could hide, but the one diagonal across his face he could not.

Who needs a normal dinner date anyway? He nodded in response to himself, taking in a deep breath as he stood in front of the door to Oberyn’s home, the same door he had not seen since he had last visited, the visit where he admitted and confessed everything. This makes this...what...the first official date? Damn, now he was nervous. Excited, but nervous. He took in another deep breath and knocked on the door. No, aside the story behind his fortnight absence and the tales of The Cage, Mike wasn’t going to let anything else ruin tonight.

@sirenxsong​ @calcmityys​

[deathbeckons]

⏳ azagi & fallon

calamitous meme / accepting / @calcmityys

⏳ // They discovered in an AU world, a means to turn back time, what would our muses do together?

"oh come on now, fallon. don't be so brash, finish your meal." the demon smiled slyly across the table. with what they had from their own time, the money especially, they were both practically royalty in this time. everything they wished at their command, especially with both of their abilities. they could create armies, change the course of the future, rule the fucking world if they wanted to. "we have all the time in the world for our plans of domination, do we not? what's one night lost?" the people already loved the two of them, worshipped them practically considering what they had brought back with them. they were the higher power of this time and it hadn't gone unnoticed. "what would you like to do today? we can do anything we want, and these people will listen to us without even so much as a second thought. it's wonderful."

[sirenxsong]

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.” from rory to obi bc lol

[ Answered for @calcmityys - for Rory ]

Oberyn gave a growl, still able to feel the bullet lodged in his shoulder. That pesky hunter had gotten a shot off on him before he’d snapped their neck. It was inconvenient for the vampire and he needed the bullet out before his body could begin to heal. Just as well he had a pair of nimble fingers at his command for such a task. “Then be a good girl amour and dig it out.” He told her, voice clipped from the discomfort and irritation as he waited for her to do as she was told. Of course if she didn’t he’d just compel her to do so, so either way he was getting that bullet out, it was a matter of whether Rory wanted a reward for it or to piss the old vampire off even more so than he already was. 

[deathbeckons]

Aurelia was shoved back by a force that felt like none other she'd felt before. Luckily for her, the impact wasn't as bad as the force may have indicated and so her injuries were minimal... or rather as minimal as they could be for a fae that could heal herself pretty fast. Still, her shoulder hung too low and too far out, and she knew instantly that it was clearly dislocated. The humans had certainly impressed the old fae, going far more bold than she would've expected from the little dustlings. Bravo for a performance well done, she supposed. Aurelia would work on healing those she could, but first she needed to at least stabilise her arm, if it couldn't be put back in the socket to begin healing.

The voice came with a ring in her ears, glancing upwards to the source she blinked a few times to fight the dazed feeling in her head. "Sweet child I am fine, please focus on yourself. Are you hurt?" She questioned, tucking her wings as close to her back as possible to stop them from being caught on anything. "I can heal you if you are, so please be honest." The fae replied as she supported her dislocated shoulder with one arm.

"Ah, perhaps we can try and find something to keep this injury supported until I can get someone to pop it back in?" Aurelia's mind instantly went to Jasper or Sammy, hoping one of her sons would help her get it put back into the socket. She wouldn't want to put the pressure of that on the boy in front of her, and she wouldn't particularly trust him to either. "Then I can focus on getting people healed up and out of here."

@calamitousstarters​ / the old hideout / luca & anyone

         he has every intention to go home - or even to go to that vampire’s party. at least that might brighten up what had turned out to be an unexpectedly dark evening. of course, his best laid plans never did tend to work out. instead, the stupid sense of obligation to look out for and protect haylee, of all people, is enough to derail that. he tells himself its just because of the orders - that it might make her trust him more and in turn achieve what his parents want. but even he’s not naive enough to believe that’s the real reason. 

        so he’s going - to investigate whatever this next game the commander wants to play is. torn between a rock and a hard place, putting her at risk or leaving her with the demons, luca reluctantly brings freyja along for the ride. at least they both wear unknown faces, perhaps that will keep her safe to some extent. that’s the hope. 

           a hope that is quickly proven futile.

    an abandoned building, riled up creatures and…an explosion.

            the force of the blast is enough to knock him off his feet, but the debris that should rain down on them is held at bay by the strength of esme’s magic. just another one of the many times the elder witch had saved his ass. 

     “fucking hell.” the man grimaces, pushing himself back off the ground. the hands that dust off his jeans are all too familiar. the glamour was gone then. glancing around, he turns his attention to someone nearby. “you okay ?? you’re not hurt are you ??”

[thedaniel-wright]

Secret Visit

Ever since their last conversation, Daniel had quite literally been tossing and turning. He’d mostly been weighing his lack of options, to put it that way. Deciding between trying to move on like he’d been told or doing exactly what he was about to do. In the end, the strong need to provide her with supplies and frankly, to see her, had overpowered every desire to do otherwise.

He had been discreet..parking the car further away than he might usually have, and made steady progress to where he remembered the fae’s place to be. It wasn’t easy..but given his job description, Wright made it. Fuck if he did.. just being there, in front of that door, brought all sorts of memories about the last time he came. How hurt she’d been..and Erathis’ cries from the interior..it’d been crazy...and miss it, he had.

Pausing there for a hot second, Daniel sucked in a lengthy breath of air and braved himself before knocking once, questioing every single thing about that decision and why not, considering leaving, but the sound of the door opening left any of it out of the question.

Too late, he thought. Looking up from under his hood, Daniel exhaled.

“Hi Lia..I know you said I shouldn’t come..but please--” God, he had really needed to see her..that she was okay, “..at least take the supplies?”

@calcmityys​

[theteddy-byrne]

To Fallon Knight (@calcmityys​​)

‘Congratulations on a well deserved and very much earned position, my sire. Let’s celebrate soon.’ - Teddy

[rosalie-winters]

With Fallon

She is utter perfection.

@calcmityys

[disastramus]

octavia: what is your biggest insecurity?

"Hmm.." She looked down at her legs, her hands running over them. "I guess -- I'm --" The mer struggles finding the words. "I guess I'm scared that Jake will--" A beat, "You know what? It's actually none of your damn business." I'm insecure that one day Jake will decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth.

@calcmityys

[prurienthellhound]

N Inc. offices; evening; a few days after the explosion Meeting with Fallon Knight @calcmityys​

Najelon sat as his desk engrossed in some documents, interior design projects and menu suggestions that needed his approval for the new place opening up in the nearest city south to Calamity. He bit his lower lip in thought, noted down the changes he considered pertinent and let out a content sigh when he finished.

Raising his head, he saw the night sky outside the big windows that made up the east wall of his office. Already so late. Raven was going to riot if he kept –as she claimed– abandoning her day after day.

His new assistant knocked on the metal frame of the half open door, the other one had been left in charge of The Nepenthe, while this one took on schedule duties. “Come in,” he signaled, eyes still on the horizon.

Approaching the desk with caution, they offered a fresh print. “Mr. Chairman, this needs your signature. The food supplier has agreed to the new budget we proposed.” As the good news was delivered, he leaned forward to scribble his name. “Also, the only thing remaining for today is the meeting with Board Member Knight. She should be here any minute.”

“Very well,” his eyes went up to theirs and the assistant couldn’t help the shiver going down their spine. Najelon was still watching them closely, their senior was held in high regard. “You can take this too. Make sure arrangements are done before sending it. Anything else?” They shook their head. “Dismissed.” 

[cavernovs]

PROMPT: “I swear to god, if you get blood on me…” MUSES: J.Davenport & L.Mackie / @calcmityys​

“Aren’t you quite the dramatic,” Jack mutters, thumb slowly runs beneath his lower lip to catch the slip of Lorelai’s blood, tongue swipes the droplets on the inside of his lips to steal back the liquid in the crevasse of skin and his teeth. Fangs retract, snap into place in some silent show of the end of the exchange like he’s back to the provocations at every given opportunity. As far as his interactions have gone, he doesn’t mind Lorelai; as the general feeder, vampire relationships go.

They either like him, or try to stake him when he’s buried in their arteries. He gets the vibe that Rory might surprise him every time; could flip the tables with a snap of a hidden blade and render him a little less than impressed.

Until well, he kind of would be. Imagines how the conversation might pan out: ‘Foreplay, why didn’t you say, Mack?’

“Maybe I think you’re hot covered in blood – get my cold heart fluttering,” and like she’s suddenly discarded to become a footstool for his next burst of pleasure, he spins on the sofa they’re on, legs outstretched over the woman’s lap as he lounges back against the fancy ass couch of the club they’re in and in his own dramatic flair, rests his arms behind his head to glance back at her.

He’s waiting for the moment she strikes.

Because that blood he’s put on his thumb, he flicks it at her like a child with a wink.

 “Oops,” 

[hxlfcrxzy]

The Slaughtering || Round 3: IV. Mike “The Mad Wolf” Fothergill vs. Jake “The King’s Guard” Juarez

Well done mate, you’ve probably pissed off the rest of the demon species now. Granted, he hadn’t ripped off Azagi’s head like the vampire had the other one, but still, a demon that lost a fight, particularly a wrathbearer, was unlikely to let that one slide for too long. A target now on his back perhaps? Is there anyone in town you’re not planning to piss off mate? “Winning’s the name of the game. They can’t begrudge me that.” He answered himself, tipping his head to the side, letting his neck crack and loosen up.

A Mer wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to go up against next, considering, in Mike’s eyes, that the Mer were basically useless. The king had been stabbed at his own damn wedding, whilst surrounded by security, whilst in their own territory. This was hardly going to be a problem.

Mike’s eyes glowed amber, teeth bared and claws fully extended, ready to pounce. “Alright then Shark Bait, lets see what you’ve got.”

@calcmityys​

[deathbeckons]

“The mistakes you’ve made don’t define you.” mal & rory

calamitous meme / accepting /  @calcmityys

“I had to get permission to go home, Rory. The mistakes I’ve made definitely define me. The fact that I still don’t see it as a mistake may also be one of those reasons.” Malcolm couldn’t do this. He was being treated like a child who had broken somebody’s favourite toy. He was a grown man, who had grown up with the man he loved. Trained with him, saw him achieve what he’d worked so hard for and Mal was the one who had ripped it away from him, who had turned him into what they had both hunted for all of his life. Was that not exactly what Jessie had done to him, though? Yet because he had supported Damien as Commander instead of training harder to take the position himself, his life mattered less? His loss and the grief for his human life mattered less? If he had thought for one second that Damien wouldn’t have killed him, he would’ve found a way to get in touch with the man and he was sure his love would have risked a war to get him back... or to put him out of the misery he felt for the first few years of vampirism. 

“It’s fucking double standards, and they don’t even see it.” He was surprised also to see the Mackie still at the feeder club, he was sure that they would’ve gotten her out already. Hand reached for hers, and he squeezed softly, “Is there anything I can get you? Bring you? We’ll figure it out, I promise. You don’t belong here.” 

[sirenxsong]

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.” jj to greyson

[ Answered for @calcmityys - for JJ ]

Eating was the last thing on the prince’s mind after what had happened at the wedding. He knew he should, keeping his strength up would be the logical thing to do and he’d had a lot to drink so a hangover was almost inevitable, but the very thought of food seemed to make his stomach turn in an unpleasant manner. “I can’t, not right now.” The prince replied softly with a shake of his head. “Is Andrew okay? Have they - “ Grey paused as his throat caught, almost unable to finish his question but he forced it out, needing the answer. “Have the guards moved my mother's body yet?” He asked. Greyson wasn’t sure he could go back into that ballroom to look, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her still in there. She needed to be buried properly with the respect she deserved. 

[deathbeckons]

Did he just drink? Surely it couldn’t be that bad. If Jack went off the fucking rails he’d have no one to help him subdue the wolf. He knew Jack would follow him and just hopefully get the fucking hint because he couldn’t tell him what he needed to do. He couldn’t let anything happen to Jessie; he refused. If he failed he would drink the punch but he really didn’t like the look of it. “Oh, sorry. I was just... getting a closer look. I don’t think I’ll be drinking the punch, unless left with no other choice of course.” Malcolm chuckled softly, though it was clear that the vampire was on edge. “Why don’t you let me get you a drink at the bar instead?”

       it stands in the centre of the room, like a monument to the choices ahead, filled with all things sweet and delectable and enticing. she imagines it tastes as it looks - saccharine and floral; with a hint of something distasteful lingering on the tongue. her stomach drops to see it, confirmation that the letter she had received was not simply an idle threat. would she dare to drink it ?? no. she thinks not. not unless she absolutely must. emerald irises are so transfixed by the gargantuan bowl that she hardly notices the other partygoers moving around her. it isn’t until she feels someone brush just that bit too close that her reverie is shattered, bright eyes turning on them. “sorry was i in the way ?? i just-” her gaze returns to the punchbowl. “was deciding what to drink.”

[thedaniel-wright]

Daniel & Eranthis

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