#lxvefrxmthextherside

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𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘? | Gideon & Gyles

TAGGED BY: @lxvefrxmthextherside // thank u~! TAGGING: @bruisedconscience, @ofgentleresolve, @rennisaturate, @diicktective, @eurosleaz, and anyone else who wants to do this~!

Mun's under the cut!

[heartxshaped-bruises]

@lxvefrxmthextherside !!

                                              ✧･ﾟ  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       YA KNOW, somehow Emry expected to be at least a little nervous when he pulled up that evening in front of their apartment building. He managed to hop under the shower at his mom's place after work and put on fresh clothes, but his hair was still wet and dangling over his eyes as he observed Trevor approaching the car. And if ya took a closer look, Emry didn't exactly scream I-GO-ON-DATES-KIND-OF-A-GUY. Not only did he lack the significant amount of money for nice clothes, his sense of fashion was also reduced to cargo pants, ripped jeans and bandshirts. At least he put on his least destroyed vans, so that counted as effort. Right?

       ❛❛Hey❜❜, he greeted Trevor as he leaned over to unlock the car door. You still had to do that by hand, as old as the bitch was. ❛❛Sorry for the wait. Some old hag drove in front of me until I got here. Already thought she'd died and RIGOR MORTIS kicked in with her foot on the pedal.❜❜

[stanfordprepped]

@lxvefrxmthextherside liked for a starter!

"So...Are you here to tell me off like everyone else or are you on the more rare side of the reactions?" It was a small attempt at a joke given the abysmal situation that Sam found himself in. He was stuck at Bobby's on high alert watch by both Bobby and Dean, the pair not trusting him just yet to go out and do things on his own. Not that he couldn't muscle his way out if needed but for now he figured his best choice was just to roll with the punches. What he hadn't been expecting was a surprise appearance from Xander.

[riddl3r]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: here [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: accepting [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: @lxvefrxmthextherside​

❝ Treeevor! ❞ Ed grins at the sight of the other man. He still remains one of the very few people Ed kinda likes  ❝ I’ve been away for thirteen months away from this boring city. Did I miss anything? ❞

[brokenblondeprincess]

@lxvefrxmthextherside

Lucille stepped out from the shadows. It was easier to chase someone who was close and who's mind wanted her in. But now she was alone and used the dreamwalking as a way to escape her own misery. If she happened to spy on a hunter in the process, all the better. But this was a lottery. She stopped to listen in and recognize where she found herself this time.

[con5p1racy-a]

received  :  @lxvefrxmthextherside​  /  Dex                ❝ i’ve learned so much from you. part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞

“What?  Me?  Criminal behavior?”  He’s feigning offense, complete with a hand pressed against his chest.  “Well at least tell me what it was, so I know to improve on the other stuff.”

[heartxshaped-bruises]

       Emry huffed a breath. ❛❛Fine. Put a damper on the fun.❜❜ Killjoy. His look said it all, but very much with a teasing gleaming in those dark eyes. He'd learnt soon that, while Trevor was a laid back dude for the most part, he wasn't as easy going as Emry in some cases. Ya couldn't blame him. He got points. He got reason -- somethin' that Emry blissfully ignored to enjoy some parts of existence over others. But maybe gettin' snuffed out on A ROADTRIP TO A CONCERT wasn't the way to go. They could agree on that. Emry picked a invisible lint from his sleeve, seeming oddly interested in the action. ❛❛I'm just gonna guess the cheap airbnb's are gonna be packed because of that concert. Plus -- we just spent a few hundred bucks on the tickets themselves. We also need to pay food and gas. Did ya think 'bout that?❜❜

Trevor just looks over at Emry and shakes his head slightly in a manner that says ‘fuck that option’. He’s not sleeping in a stranger’s home. He barely trusted Emry enough not to sleep with a weapon when he moved in here! His roommate was lucky he came with recommendations from close friends, he’s not couch surfing. “Soooo, airbnb?” He asks as he casually looks back at his phone.

[feveredbcnes]

🖤 - For Trevor

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[xnecromantia]

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” -Xander

Terrible First Meeting Prompts II Accepting

"One moment, let me consult my crystal ball for answers." Perhaps it was the shooting pain from a developing migraine that brought out his worse side, but the sarcastic comment slipped out before Mylo could stop it. He was equally clueless about everything. All he could concentrate on was the sharp twinges at the back of his head from where somebody had decided to hit him -- hard. The sound of his skin stretching as it healed from a significant injury was loud inside his skull, which made him wonder whether they had tried to incapacitate or kill him. Whoever they are, they were going to get the shock of their life. "Sorry," he continued, grimacing as the stabbing pain spread across his temple. It made him feel dizzy for a few seconds, head lolling forward under the immediate onslaught. Nausea hit him like a ton of bricks, settling at the back of his throat and threatening to follow through. He could taste metal for some reason. After giving himself a moment to recover, Mylo huffed out a strained breath and mustered up words. "I think they tried to murder me." No -- not tried. They did, as proven by the crushed bullet that his body violently rejected through an unceremonious coughing fit. It landed on the ground with a tiny clink.

How embarrassing. At least they were facing away from each other.

"I really wish I had the answers." Apologetic, the Wytch released a small sigh. But now he could focus better without such a ferocious migraine. The only problem was where to begin. From what he could see, they were tied together in a dingy basement. There were multiple deflecting sigils painted on the walls, so whoever held them hostage were clearly well-versed in the supernatural. Their abilities were blocked by those harsh lines, but the owner was dim enough to use regular rope to bind them. They were clearly too confident in that bullet. "But I know the answer to one of those questions," he added with a small laugh, slightly turning his head to address his companion. The best he could in their position, anyway. "My name is Mylo." His human name was. "And yours?" Despite the situation, it made for an interesting introduction; he could almost find the funny side had he not been shot in the head hours earlier. He was definitely holding a grudge -- if only he could remember what they looked like. Clearly the bullet had done more damage than he thought.

"My mind is a bit...clouded right now. Do you remember anything from before? No matter how irrelevant it may be."

[dxsole]

ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ “ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ + ᴄᴏʀᴇ” ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ 9 ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ

GIDEON + CORE

GYLES + CORE

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[heartxshaped-bruises]

       Well. This was was the first time during their trip that Emry felt genuinely awkward, lying in the other bed away from Trevor, still the sensation of the other's touch vibrating through his body LIKE A GENTLE ECHO. He contemplated to say something - maybe ask if Trev was still up. But then he rolled over. He cringed at little and told himself that this would pass, that there wasn't much to overthink here. But Trevor's silence weirded him out enough to dwell at least a tiny bit. He fell asleep quickly, but only because of the night before and his general exhaustion than no worries on his mind, in the end.

       First thing hitting him in the morning, besides their neighbours exiting their room early and loud like a bunch of COLLEGE FRAT BROS, was his initial confusion where his friend was at. Then he rolled over and remembered the separate beds. Right. Emry pulled the blanket over his bedhead and groaned. // @lxvefrxmthextherside

Trevor lays there in bed, pretending to be asleep as Emry comes back into the room. Trevor doesn’t want to acknowledge the emotions inside him after absolutely everything that has happened today. He’s officially overloaded.

And, as much as he enjoyed it, he couldn’t shake off the fear that he might have just ruined his friendship with Emry. He let out sigh as he shifts uncomfortablely in his bed, unsure if Emry was already asleep. He anxiously wonders if they’re both supposed to forget what had happened tonight to continue their friendship.

[stanfordprepped]

What's done can't be undone - Xander

"I know it can't be undone...That's what makes it so hard. I just want to fix all of the things that I've messed up on. But there's no getting around it. No making it right." Sam sighed softly, gaze shifting to the ground. Slowly, the hunter brushes his hand across the long scar on his palm. A bit of a habit when he gets like this. "I just have to live with it, but I'm not sure how."

[delabor]

Xander blinks as he stares for what's probably a little too long at the man in front of him. But his aura is... odd, to say the least. It's fucking powerful in a way that he's never seen before. It's dark but not demonic, pitch black as the night sky, and reeks of death. He's intrigued to say the least.

"Okay, who are you," because he's gotta fucking know!

{ ☠  — @lxvefrxmthextherside }

staring is par for the course; angel; archangel; fantastic hair; over six feet & six inches. wears either all black ; or the most eye catching outfit imaginable. attention is both a right & taken for granted.

therefore; doesn't notice until question; drawing quizzical gaze. magic clung to this boy like the stickiness of clay & it drew smile. samael l o v e d witches: considered himself unofficial patron. that & murderers.

"i'm the cutest motherfucker in here, that's who i am." nobody could claim he's humble. "who are y o u ?"

[brokenblondeprincess]

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[con5p1racy-a]

received  :  @lxvefrxmthextherside​  /  Derek                “not  sure  i  follow  your  logic.”

“What do you mean, you’re not following my logic?”  His hand motions out towards a stair railing.  “I skate over there, do a kick flip, land on the rail, and grind all the way down. Because it’s cool, dude.”

[heartxshaped-bruises]

       And at last, the sun rises on the frowny face. Joe hums softly and doesn't even give Dex a passing glance, but instead mirrors Xander's lip curl. ❛❛Well... in that case, I suppose I have to do my own map.❜❜ A smooth motion and he draws a pen from a pocket. It looks rusty, has seen better days. Or maybe THE REDDISH COLOUR isn't exactly rust, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that counts is that this pen has gotten Joe out of many, many hairy situations. So helpful, so unassuming. It'll do it once again.

       ❛❛So, if this is where we are and that is where the entrance gate is --❜❜ Joe draws on his napkin. Over the food stains, clean lines, ripping into the thin tissue only in one place. ❛❛ -- where is the rest? Hmm?❜❜ He adds a small question mark in a corner and glances up at Xander. Shoves the pen into his direction, expectantly. And with just THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF CURIOSITY that softens the edges of a lurking expression. // @lxvefrxmthextherside

Xander nods, eyes narrowed.

Rude son of a fuck this guy is. Just blatantly ignoring his friend like that. Dex is too nice to actually say anything, though. That or he's just used to being ignored by adults because now the younger man has just gone back to his lunch like nothing happened.

"Oh... I'm sorry. Were you asking me? I thought you were having a conversation with Dexter." Xander smirks. Earning a double take from Dex. "Sorry, Joe, this place doesn't really do maps." He continues, chuckling at his friends expression.