#immortalled

[conduitandconjurer]

"Was that lightning?! That was definitely lightning, right?"

"I dunnooooo.....are you scared, lamb?"

Klaus's intermittent periods of "I grew up with six siblings, and I can be a real dick when I Activate That Mode" is in vivid evidence as he turns facetiously widened eyes on his son.

His beloved son.

But come on. It's funny.

"Wanna hold hannnnds?"

Cue a triple-dimpled, vulpine grin.

[handlr]

@immortalled said: “You expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck.” As if to prove his point, Nathan tugs at his collar and theatrically mimes strangulation.

"Oh, but you look so handsome!" The Handler gushes, practically cooing at him as soon as he steps out of the dressing room. The dark grey of the sweater is positively striking against his paper-pale porcelain-doll skin, while the high collar accentuates his long neck and sharp jawline in a way she just knows the women will go absolutely wild for.

Unfortunately, she cannot count herself among those women, at least not with any degree of honesty. No doubt about it, Nathan Young is certainly an extremely pretty boy, with those big green eyes, that wild brown hair, and the devilish smirk on his lips, but the complete and total lack of any sort of brain-to-mouth filter is simply too much of a turn-off for her. Call her old-fashioned, but she prefers a man who knows how to keep his mouth shut when the moment calls for it.

Even so, he has the potential to be quite the heartbreaker in his own right, if only he'd apply himself a bit.

Luckily, that's what the Handler is here for.

"Go on, take a look at yourself," she gestures in the direction of the large silver mirror — and then, because he looks like he needs some encouragement, she puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a light little push toward it. "See? You're a regular lady-killer, Mr. Young."

[sclfmastery]

🫂 "Bring it in, man. Briiing it in."

Send 🫂 to hug my muse (accepting!)

The Master inspects the boy's outstretched hand. His nose curls and two pinkie fingers disdainfully elevate. He tsks.

"Gross."

[misteradrianmonk]

"Oh, no-- don't--" oh, no. No, "Natalie, he's-- he's licking his fingers," no. God, no. Monk waved a hand for a wipe, though what he was hoping to wipe away was maybe the... the... oh, the feeling. Ugh. The feeling of this guy, he gave Monk the creeps. Seriously. He didn't think Stottlemeyer actually wanted him interviewing this man, he didn't -- no. No.

"That's OK, Adrian. You're OK," Natalie promised.

Adrian did not feel OK. "I'm meant to interview him, Natalie. I'm - I'm meant to - shake his hand," a grand gesture in Nathan's direction like he was flatly out of earshot, "This is - I know what this is. Captain Stottlemeyer's trying to get under my skin. I told him he missed a spot while he was flossing this morning, he's- he's joshing me, he's pulling my leg, Natalie, we gotta turn this down." Seriously. You can't play into this sort of thing. He told her, "It's a power move."

"Adrian. This man witnessed the murder."

Yes. Yes, that. That was true. He, um. He turned back to Mr Young, who -- "Oh, God," he turned away like it might not be happening if he was not witnessing it. Nathan had just put his hand, the one whose fingers he'd just licked, back into the cookie tray just - just willy nilly. Like a madman. He probably even committed the murder, that kind of person, they didn't have a care in the world, cold-blooded killers, they don't - they don't care about the sharing the cookies (not that he would have taken any), this man. Adrian had solved it. No need for investigating. Put him behind bars. Right?

Natalie continued to watch him, like she expected him to introduce himself.

"Natalie," he said, betrayed and hurt.

"Mr Young?" Natalie turned away from him (Monk used the back of his hand, held flat, to shield his eyes from making contact Nathan Young, "My name is Natalie Teeger, and this is Adrian Monk. He's the man who police wanted you to speak to today. It's really good of you to wait for us."

He hated this job. He wanted to quit and move to Hawaii. It didn't matter about the sand. He'd take a vacuum. They'd be thrilled, he'd be welcomed as a cleanliness... rescuer, he could do Hawaii.

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[idcnticxl]

Orange for "definitely/almost certainly" and yellow for "maybe".

I am staring SO hard at these results.

Nova would like Nathan to know that he's way more confident than he's giving himself credit for.

Jenna wants him to know that it doesn't matter if he got a full entire card for bingo, he is not her type because he is majorly annoying and irresponsible and that cancels out everything else.

[forgediinfire]

"Dad, look what I found!" Nathan bounds across the alien field of grass—white, pure snow white and glittery in the twin suns—and holds out his cupped hands. What he uncovers between them is a equally alien amphibian, like something caught horribly between a toad, a duck, and a particularly bright purple aubergine. It's ugly. Nathan is delighted.

"Can we keep 'im?" he asks. "What is he? Look at that one big eye! Think he can see anything with that thing?"

"Ehrm..."

The Doctor looks down at the weird little creature in Nathan's hands.

"Actually, kiddo, I think you might want to put that down before it gets a mind to eat you for lunch," he chuckles, only a bit nervous.

Almost as if on cue, the creature opens its wide mouth and out flies an orange tongue fifty times the length of its body. It shoots straight up in the air and snags a four-winged bird creature flying over head. With one wet gulp, the bird disappears down the amphibian's gullet.

"Guess it's not hungry anymore."

[kingofthewebxxx]

"What do I want? Uhh, do you have a fiver on you? I'm skint and starving."

“Why are you telling me this? I don’t give away anything for free you know, oh I know! Since a tiny little spider told me you cannot die why don’t we work with that? I need you to do a few jobs for me, nothing that should kill you in theory so there is no need to worry your head about it! Plus it would be funny to see my clients' reactions when they find out how it was done, if I chose to tell them it is, probably not, might tell them a superhuman ninja did it. You don’t mind being called that do you? Superhuman ninja. I already think I’m giving you too much credit for something that you seem to waste so cheaply. Let’s see though, I’m sending you three locations, they have some rather boring looking statues in them, smash them up for me would you, would be such a shame if you were left as nothing but a test subject now wouldn’t it? I suggest you take my offer��� he said with a cold grin, that was the thing with immortals, he could do the same thing over and over again until he got bored.

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[n0tdavid]

Smash or Pass (you know I gotta)

"If I met you in a club and we knew nothing about one another... smash," Bowie said under his breath as he crossed his arms. "But as it stands, I'd have to pass because due to the misfortune of knowing you- plus, you're dating my best friend and I wouldn't do that to her."

[itsybitsyparker]

@immortalled said: Nathan reaches for Peter's hand and gives it a little squeeze while they walk.

"It's not gay if we're wearin' gloves!"

Peter slips his hand out of Nathan's for a moment and strips off his gloves. He grabs Nathan's hand again, and kisses him on the cheek; quick so Nate can't dodge it.

"There, now it's gay."

[macveigh]

@immortalled​ asked: "Good girl." [ Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them! ]

“Excuse me?” her movements froze and she looked up at Nathan with a perplexed, wide-eyed expression. The sentiment paired with his unique accent caused her to blush, it blossomed across her pale cheeks and nose and spread down as far as to her neck. “That’s not...that’s not why I’m trying to help you undress,” Morgan insisted, shaking her head, “We need to loose the orange jumpsuits and find some other clothes unless you want us to get caught.”

She finished unbuttoning the rest of the notches on Nathan’s COMMUNITY PAY(BLOW)BACK jumpsuit and hastily began to pull it down his scrawny shoulders. 

“Please tell me you’re wearing pants underneath this...” 

[scribedhorror]

👌👌👌👌 (no homo tho)

@immortalled || meme send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine

"Well that's a shame because I'm all for the homo."

"What if there's, like, a little homo?"

[conduitandconjurer]

"Muuuummmm, would you love me if I was a repeat felon?"

"Y..."

Klaus double-takes at his son, eyebrows incredulously furled.

"IF you were....?"

'Yes, my darlin' dipshit."

[tempportal]

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[psykr0nium]

@immortalled said:

What the fuck? What- wh. What is that? ʍɥɐʇ THEE 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘? Nathan literally cannot wrap his head around what he's seeing. So naturally he's going to throw rocks at it. What could possibly go wrong?

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A palm sized rock, smooth, nothing big, nothing that could do real damage- after all pyskronium is the strongest material in the galaxy, not much can harm them- hit the cube from behind. It bounced right off without a scratch. Or at least it would look like it had hit him from behind, to the poor deluded fool who had thrown it, as the cube slowly rotated around and "faced" the attacker.

Christopher didn't even give a warning before a bolt of red lightning burst out and directly hit the young man in the chest. They weren't stupid. They could control it. The lightning wouldn't kill the man, just scare and hurt him just enough. Like a taser on it's highest setting but a smidge more intense.

[caterva]

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Bezi growled, his arm tightening around Nathan as the wisp of a man tried to stand up. "Unless you are actively dying, you're not going anywhere," he mumbled, burying his face in Nathan's neck. Even if he was actively dying... No, no. He might have been immortal, but Bezi wasn't that selfish.

[idcnticxl]

@immortalled​ said:                          “You're a genuinely...  Okay? Person.”

The air was heavy with a stunned silence as Jenna took a second to take in the compliment from Nathan. “Thanks...” She said hesitatingly. Letting out a short sigh she opened her mouth again. “You’re not always the worst either.” 

If he was willing to meet halfway... she was too.