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triple-fanged-threat · 4 months ago
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Now that it was summertime, Kai was looking forward to fiddling with some fireworks. From what he gathered, it was something customary that people could set of as a celebration. The loud bang, the gliterring lights, the fascination people had with the visual display... it was so exciting for the vampire to witness. And even better, it was best done at night; his favorite time to be around town.
In Kai's eyes, fireworks were just the same as weapons. Maybe even big bombs, if he knew how to rig it up properly. And what better way than to set up lots of big fireworks over town and watch his little show take place? Of course, such a task wouldn't be easy to do on his own, and so Kai made sure to visit the only other interesting person he'd met in town.
"You don't have any plans tonight, right?" Kai said eagerly, peeking his head into the pharamacy from the doorway as he spotted a particular fairy. He wasn't sure what they exactly were, if he could consider the other a friend or just a partner in crime for more... devious activities, but Kai knew he didn't have to put on a simple, obedient townsperson mask around the other man. "Want to set off some fireworks with me?"
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foxlawed · 5 months ago
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nathan  never  thought  he'd  spend  his  days  the  way  he  was.  with  twins  waking  him  up  halfway  through  the  night  on  the  very  rare  occasion  that  he  actually  slept  at  home  &  let  the  babysitter  off  early.  rare  occasion  indeed,  but  ..he  tried.  taking  care  of  life  that  wasn't  his  own...  was  so  far  out  of  his  comfort  zone  he  couldn't  believe  it  actually  happened.  he  shouldn't  be  alone  with  this  burden.  he  wasn't  meant  to  be  alone  with  this.  patrick  was  the  one  who  wanted  kids,  he  was  the  caretaker,  nathan  could  barely  take  care  of  himself.  he  couldn't.  soft  sigh,  fingers  pinched  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose.
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he  still  had  the  scent  of  baby  burps  in  his  nose  despite  not  even  being  close  to  home  anymore  &  he  knew  that  he'd  have  another  little  soul  dependent  on  him  soon,  too.  nathan  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  he  went  to  the  park  by  the  square  to  breathe  in  fresh  air.  like...never?  yet  here  he  was,  close  to  passing  out  where  he  sat  &  dangerously  close  to  either  falling  on  his  face  or  ...lean  against  the  poor  creature  sitting  on  the  bench  next  to  him, though his belly would probably catch his fall.  but  his  eyes  ...  he  could  just  close  them  for  a  second....right?  just...  a  second...
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virgil-thane · 8 months ago
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Virgil wasn't sure if he even had time to change out of his mechanic's uniform. With the dome doing weird woo woo shit, Virgil wasn't expecting the autoshop to continue with business as usual. If anything, he'd expected the cars to have driven far away from this place at this point. From the weird robed people to the dome cracking, Virgil was half convinced to leave this place as well.
But then, of course, someone needed help with their car. That someone ended turning into a couple someones who then told their friends who also needed their cars fix before getting out of Dodge. It was like Virgil couldn't just say no... Well he could, but he guesses a certain werebear might have convinced him to continue fixing cars while the uncertainty of the town and the dome still remained up in the air.
Speaking of up in the air, Virgil was finally able to unzip his uniform when he hears a knock at his apartment door. "Damn it", he says under his breath. Virgil ties the sleeves of his mechanic uniform over his waist before heading over to open the door. "Big guy, hey!"
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cheetahsung · 5 months ago
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charles  had  only  heard  the  commotion  outside.  it  was  pitch  black,  past  midnight  &  nobody  should  be  out  there  -  even  new  haven  couldn't  speak  itself  free  of  crime.  but  some  poor  soul  had  decided  to  leave  home  regardless  &  charles...  had  been  subjected  to  listening  to  a  lot  of  it.  well,  all  of  it.  he  couldn't  tell  what  happened,  other  than  that  some  guys  were  fighting  out  there,  but  he  knew  when  it  was  over  -  even  in  the  darkness.
the  omega  had  not  left  his  home  in  a  while  &  even  when  he  did,  he  did  so  quickly  &  only  when  it  was  necessary.  his  home  was  the  only  reminder  of  his  parents  he  had  left,  although  he  only  used  some  of  it.  the  bedrooms  upstairs  laid  idle  &  the  entire  bottom  floor  was  a  mess.  like  him.  stacks  of  papers  all  around,  the  kitchen  only  held  canned  food  -  if  any,  the  living  room  couch  was  his  bed  most  nights  &  charles  tended  to  fall  asleep  during  chapter  rereads.  if  lucky.  many  nights  sleep  didn't  come  by  his  house  -  like  tonight.
when  he  was  sure  there  was  nobody  out  there  anymore,  at  least  ...  partially  sure,  charles  ...  slipped  on  his  robe  &  tentatively  left  the  house,  the  front  door  still  ajar  as  he  went  to  find  the  crime  scene,  just  ...  to  find  the  victim  very  much  alive  still  &  ...well,  he  didn't  have  too  many  options,  did  he?  walk  away,  knowing  a  man  would  most  likely  die  in  front  of  his  window?  no.  he  couldn't.
so...  instead,  he  heaved  the  unconscious  alpha  inside  the  house  &  only  his  couch,  tended  to  his  wounds  as  best  as  he  could,  which  probably  wasn't  much,  but  still.  he  left  him  new  clothes  on  the  little  coffee  table  &  a  glass  of  water  before  -  at  around  five  in  the  morning,  he  slinked  up  the  stairs  to  sleep  in  a  bed  that  wasn't  really  his.
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when  he  woke  the  next  morning,  he  almost  thought  he  dreamt,  until  he  found  himself  in  the  upstairs  bedroom  after  all.  well,  it'd  been  worth  a  shot.  he  grabbed  himself  a  beer  from  the  fridge  &  got  settled  at  his  kitchen  table  to  work  on  proof-reading  everything  he  wrorte  the  night  prior. "no need to wake him." he mumbled quietly to himself.
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draconic-anders · 5 months ago
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"I hate to ask you for a bit of help but turns out I am not very good at reading and this is a lot of reading and words I don't know." Anders was embarrassed but he had no choice but to flag down the first person to walk by him. Anders had made his way to the restaurant led by his nose and his rumbling stomach, the dragonblood wasn't used to this time period just yet but he knew a tavern when he smelled one. Though this one smelled considerably better than the ones he was used to.
While Anders was not the smartest of men he could read context clues that hew as supposed to use the menu to ask for what he wanted, the only dilemma being he was not the strongest when it came to literacy. Particularly modern literacy.
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fangsnfair · 5 months ago
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birds were now being added to his list of things he hated. fucking birds. he had no idea what it was about his outfit or his umbrella that made those damned avians so obsessed with him but unfortunately their curiosity left his umbrella-- his best protection from the accursed sun-- tattered and full of holes. there was a chance he would have been alright, he kept the majority of his body covered when he ventured out during daylight hours, but his neck and face were now the most vulnerable. he had to think and act quickly.
using his speed to his advantage, he cut through the town quickly and made his way directly to the funeral home he had passed a few nights ago when he was out strolling at a safer time. jimmying open the back door, so he could avoid any potential staff up front, he snuck through the back halls until he found the room he was looking for. the morgue. "this feels like a cliche," he mumbled to himself as he stepped into the remarkably colder room and let out a sigh. now, to some coming here might seem like a weird-- or possibly cliched-- choice but while new haven had plenty of stores or restaurants he could have ducked into they all had one thing in common. front facing walls filled with windows to let people look in and get enticed; walls filled with windows to let the daylight in. the funeral homes morgue had none.
taking off his overcoat and hanging it on the rack by the door, he took off his gloves next and tucked them into his coat pocket as it hung; followed by his sunglasses; lastly taking off his cap and placing it on the rack as well. rolling up his sleeves as he made himself comfortable-- as if he had any right to be there-- he checked his watch and groaned when he saw the time. hours to go before sunset. "i don't suppose any of you know a good way to pass the time here?" he deadpanned as he glanced over his shoulders at the mortuary coolers lining the back wall. shrugging, almost as if he actually expected an answer, the vampire suddenly froze; his entire body tensed as he heard the rattling of the doorknob.
standing, awkwardly, in the middle of the examination room he slowly turned to face the door as it opened. there weren't many places for him to hide so he figured facing the intrusion head on would be the smartest move. well. technically he was the intrusion. maybe he should have tried to hide.
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"i can explain..." he offered up hastily, opting to try and be diplomatic for once rather than relying on compuslion to get himself out of the tight spot he put himself in.
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lionprotected · 8 months ago
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so, ryan didn't often have to investigate in places like this - places where you'd least expect trouble, really. students & professors rarely found violent streaks within them, so he didn't often have to surround himself with the likes of them ever since he graduated himself, although sometimes he did have to, in order to find support when he couldn't figure out a case. this time, it was less him needing help, but the council asking him for after-work-and-yet-work-time investigation.
someone had upset someone & ryan was supposed to get to the bottom of this. after an hour on campus, he was directed to lyle söderberg's office. apparently, he saw it all happen. not that ryan expected him to remember details of a fight on campus, but he might as well try. gentle knock announced his presence & then he waited. one. two. three. four. five. before he went in, ready to excuse his intrusion should the other have been occupied, though doubting a professor could ever be too busy for the law.
"lyle söderberg? i'm detective estrada. heard you're the one to ask about that ... commotion last week?" could be nothing, could be a lot. could be a rich kid crying for mama. but if he was asked to look into it, someone important had to have been involved. maybe even two rich kids. gods, that would be a pain to deal with.
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stellarorion · 9 months ago
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🫂(Heath/Orion)
Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.
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Orion was suddenly being hugged by Heath. He didn't think there was a reason behind it because he was raking his brain for a possible reason or celebration, but there didn't seem to be any. He reluctantly hugged him back. Maybe Heath is upset and needs a hug, who knows. "It's alright, Heaht, it's alright," he says patting his back softly as he says so.
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omegadreams · 2 years ago
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It was a football night. He kept track of these things because it meant bars would be flooded with men and if one of them wanted to have a little bit more fun than just watching a game he'd be there for them. He was a working man after all but he also liked having fun and bars were all-around fun. Drinks, games, men…nothing got better than that.
The bar was indeed flooded with men, also some women here and there, but mainly men…his prey of choice. "A sex on the beach," he asked of the bartender leaning on the bar and turning to look at a stranger on his side. "Hello there, gorgeous," he says to a man next to him. "I hope I'm not intruding," he adds touching his hand softly and letting the man feel his soft skin. "Say, would you mind if I accompanied you?"
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wolftracked · 1 year ago
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[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in?(from cyrus)
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[text: cyrus 🐻] you had me at me.
[text: cyrus 🐻] i mean and at us together.
[text: cyrus 🐻] and i love movies.
[text: cyrus 🐻] sooooooooo yeah, i'm in.
[text: cyrus 🐻] wait, how do you know it's bad though? maybe it's a good movie.
[text: cyrus 🐻] don't judge a book by its cover and all that.
[text: cyrus 🐻] be there at 9? i get off work at 8 and i ... got some stuff to do.
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eros-staves · 2 years ago
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5B(from you chose)
[ 5B ] || @followmeinthedark || (Cyrus & Eros)
It was a surprise to no one how much Eros likes being objectified by the men in New Haven. It didn't matter if they were vampires, faeries, or witches. He was happy to provide the men of New Haven with what they needed from his body. Whether they be lions, or tigers, or bears, oh my, Eros was eager to make himself available to them. A werebear in particular had caught his attention.
The young werebear had been house-sitting for a couple of friends for a bit of extra cash. While they did mention a handy man would be visiting during the evening, Eros wasn't expecting someone like Cyrus to be standing in front of the door. Say what you will about uniforms, but jumpsuits just cupped a man's ass better than most uniforms, at least according to Eros. The young werebear tried his best to restrain himself as he watched over Cyrus lay himself on the floor, thick arms flexing and hands wrapping themselves around hard pipes. It also didn't help that Cyrus looked really handsome and rugged.
The rugged and handsome handyman was almost out the door, but Eros couldn't help but keep the older werebear for a little while longer. In an empty house, Eros offers Cyrus a seat on the couch where minutes later, the young werebear also offers his mouth. Eros moans lowly, his lips dragging down against Cyrus' cock and making their way to his base. The young werebear hopes his gratitude is recognized by Cyrus as Eros begins to bob his head up and down Cyrus' cock. Eros would say something here, but his mouth is being pretty well used.
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nouveauwitchontheblock · 2 years ago
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9A(from you chose)
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Arthur groans as the man on top of grind his hips down, fucking him nice and deep in his front hole. The museum director attempts his best to keep his own hips in rhythm with Damon's, concentrating on keeping his legs from shaking too much as his witchy playmate fills him nicely with his cock.
"Oh fuck, Damon~." Arthur swallows dryly, his hands coming to cup the back of Damon's head, pressing him closer to his body and feeling the heat build between them. It was an unorthodox method of finding other witches in New Haven, even stranger when he only just met the man. Arthur has heard Damon's voice during his morning commute to the museum. He didn't expect to bump into a handsome man today, much less a handsome man with a charming voice he listens to daily. It would be an understatement to say Arthur was a fan of Damon. Well, maybe Arthur's legs were on top of Damon's shoulders instead of around his hips, there might have been a bit more doubt.
The museum director looks up at Damon's face, a hand making it's way to cup the side of the fellow witch's face. Arthur guides Damon's face down for a kiss as his legs wrap tighter around Damon's strong hips. Arthur separates their kiss with a moan, his hands reach over to grasp at Damon's ass, pulling him closer and deeper inside of himself. "We should hang out more." He breathes.
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virgil-thane · 8 months ago
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15A(Cyrus/Virgil)
15A || this meme. || @followmeinthedark
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Virgil groans as he focused on the dishes. Well, at least the two he was able to clean while having Cyrus' fingers up his ass. This is what friends did right? Just a couple of good friends. Bros. Comrades. Compadres. Par de güeyes. Fidel told him that meant "nice couple of dudes" in werewolf speak. He'll have to thank him in fox, or English, whichever one Cyrus let's him remember after screwing his brains out. That is if Virgil would be able to remember his own name afterwards too.
He mentally cursed himself as he felt his hole already covering itself in slick, feeling the undertaker's fingers pushing inside of him. Virgil had remembered telling Cyrus once that he was always welcome to help out around the apartment. Thinking on it now, Virgil should have been more specific. Virgil was never one to complain... about this one particular thing. He leans himself back against Cyrus' shoulder, pushing his hips back into the alpha's fingers. "That's it, w-we are getting a dish washer."
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dulcineahoneycomb · 2 years ago
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10C(from you chose)
[ 10C ] || @followmeinthedark || For Aidan n.n
Lorenzo gasps, feeling the weretiger's hand slip into his pants and cupping his ass. He had seen Aidan in the bar Pantheon once before. Lorenzo was far too drunk and preoccupied trying to get home safely to pursue him before, but just drunk enough now. The fae doesn't remember if he had grabbed onto his bulge first or if his ass was grabbed in passing. Either way, it lead to the two winding up in Lorenzo's house and on his living room couch grinding on top of each other. The fae grabs at Aidan's chest, taking a firm hold onto the alpha's chest.
"What are we, teenagers? Whip it out, tiger."
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showmetheheaven · 2 years ago
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describe your muse's handwriting. do they prefer using pens or pencils? is their handwriting neat or messy? do they use all caps?
He prefers using pencils just in case he makes a mistake he can erase it and correct it, his handwriting is neat as he was the child of merchants who used to make lots of notes and he helped them too making his handwriting a neat one and an understandable one. He writes normally, capitalizing when needed but not on all caps as they say nowadays. His signature is beautiful, he spent a lot of time practicing it out of boredom.
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tremendouspearenemy · 2 years ago
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when your muse enters a grocery store, what's the first section they walk to and why?
Meats. He learned that is the most expensive product so he gets his meats first so he can know what to buy next and how much he can buy after getting all the meat he needs. He lives alone so is not like he cooks for a lot of people but he do enjoy cooking so he always has plenty to cook and even to make for guests.
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