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[deathbeckons]

@michaelcardellerp​

azagi had dissipated to lan’s not long after they had texted one another. she had first gathered a few belongings so that she could stay a couple days, if she wanted to - it depended on what mood the invidias was in first but at least she had her options open. she appeared right in his apartment, caring little for if he had expected her to knock. the wrathbearer made her way to the bedroom, dropping the bag on the floor and kicking off her shoes before crawling into lan’s bed. “i don’t know if you had plans, but i’d appreciate it if right now they were just for me to lay my head on your chest and us to just... relax,” a beat, “i don’t think we’ll be getting much of that soon. i think we’re about to have a war on our hands but let’s just... let’s talk about that tomorrow. i just couldn’t know without someone else knowing.” 

[cavernovs]

TERROR TWINS

Location: The Reception / Royal Wedding, Part 2. Time: Early into the Reception. Closed for: @michaelcardellerp​

For such a grand event, Jack’s exhausting all his options of entertainment – a professional quality maintained, somewhat, about his actions at the wedding. If he continues to play ignorant to the minor irritating of a certain Mer at the bar earlier in the evening; where shots were swallowed down in unison, he’s been fairly tame; well behaved considering how he’s still on the recovery of the backend of magic. There’s no carnage, yet, and it’s a relatively ordinary affair.

It’s exactly why Jakoris is emptying the bar supply in some futile act to get a buzz if he can’t put teeth into anything.

He’s ducking beneath a waiter’s arm just in time to see a familiar face – one he hasn’t seen in years standing in the reception that brightens the smile on the Davenport’s face. Lan; partner in crime, terror maker; absolute carnage incarnate when partnered with him. He’s fully aware of the influence on each other. If his maker were next to him, she’d suggest being calm in the face of such an important event. In fact, she’d insist on it.

Lan and Jack have never understood calm when within a metre of one another, something pulled out of the darker parts of one another’s mind; a long standing friendship that gives a new meaning to ride or die, because really; if they were mortal, they’d have died fifty times over by now, at least. And the enthusiasm isn’t even dampened when he makes a swift movement to appear beside the man, interrupts whatever he was formerly doing so Jack could shove the demon back in a friendly jibe, he’s grinning:

“You fucker, when did you get back?” it’s as friendly as they go, a flash of mischief already present in Jakoris’ gaze when he scours the man’s face and flashbacks of past bloodshed comes to surface – obscures his vision for a fleeting second before he has to deny it and keep a handle on the chaos that he knows isn’t so easy exerted in such a place. But damn Jack’s missed his other half of the terror twins.

He can almost bet that none of the State are missing their partnership however.

“Did you bring me a memento from wherever the hell you’ve been, sugar cake?”

[shiverrinqs]

 ✵ Lenn + Dodger ;)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: Lennell first impression of Dodger, as he basically accosted him with a kiss is that the other was a very good kisser. Most people probably would have been to surprised by Lenn’s actions and Dodger just went with it. ‘bonus point for that. 

Current impression:  Aside from his improve and kissing skills Lennell is still figuring him out. Dodger is one of those mystery box that he is slowly starting to learn more and more about. He might not like everything he finds-- who does. But he is very much eager to get to know the stranger from out of town. 

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Oh hell yeah! Lennell is attracted to a lot of people  men, women, whomever. but with Dodger its’ a little different maybe it could be more than just a superficial attraction. 

Something they find frightening about your muse: How Dodger can get what he wants so easily. Legit, Lenn would be putty in the other's hands if he wanted him too. He can not remember the last time anyone had that kind of effect on him; normally it was the other way around. 

Something they find adorable about your muse:  His laugh, its infectious and Lenn def would like to hear more of it. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  no, not yet anyway

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: Does taking him on a tour of the city with some heavy flirting count as a platonic date?  but yes on both counts.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Swindler

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: depends on when and where and context ;D 

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:  would kiss him again for sure and Lenn does like a good hug and or cuddle session. 

[sirenxsong]

“talk about us” Obi + Mike :P

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

Oberyn would most likely define their relationship as something a little more complicated than ‘friends with benefits. They’ve discussed that neither of them feels the need to put a label on what they are to each other and all Obi really needs is to know that Mike wants to spend time with him. 

Something they like about your muse:

His sense of humour and his attitude to things. Obi lives a very ‘could care less’ life and Mike seems to share that same wavelength with him.

Something they dislike about your muse:

The fact he can’t feed on him. Apart from that, there is very little he doesn’t like about Mike. Maybe also the fact that he’s mortal.

Their first impression of your muse:

Handsome, rough around the edges, interesting, intriguing. 

Their impression of your muse now:

The same but also that he’s a really good fuck and Obi likes spending time with him.

How they feel about your muse:

Obi likes him and enjoys spending time with him and wants to continue to do so. 

Something they are hiding from your muse:

A lot. Obi has a lot of secrets from a lot of people but its nothing that really concerns Mike or their relationship. 

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:

That Mike has made Obi feel more than he has in centuries and he’s not quite sure how to deal with that. 

[deathbeckons]

@michaelcardellerp ( azagi @ dodger )

[thejaxon-reed]

Ink @ Mike & Jax

When he thought about it, Jaxon wasn’t sure this was an excellent idea. It was something he wanted, sure --but his actions lately had proven a bit questionable..just like always. He couldn’t shake the outsider feeling out of him; never could. And he couldn’t deny he had taken an interest on the kid. Mike being such. So shortly after texting him, he showed up at the tatto parlour with a rough sketch of his idea and a cool facade..bumping shoulders with a couple of clients who were clearing out of the place.

“Mikey? You there?” he called out, chuckling. “Don’t tell me you forgot about our appointment.”

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[khanivcre]

@michaelcardellerp

it was funny, hilarious even, how michael thought that he could show utter disrespect and be met with anything less than a suiting punishment. perhaps he has taken too much comfort into the role he played in their pack’s hierarchy - although a delta, he was the alpha’s closest advisor; her right hand, the person second in command, when she wasn’t present. perhaps he had taken too much advantage of that, rellied too much on their close relationship and allowed himself foolish acts like disrespecting her. did he really think she’d let him get away with that? oh, no. there was no way. she was going to teach him a lesson, in front of their entire pack. they could learn a thing or two - how the mighty could fall, how the closest one to her could suffer the punishment a newly pup would. betrayal and disrespect were crucial even to a pack like theirs. 

the punishment was not of great calliber - she could’ve done a lot worse, her enemies, for example, suffered death, so michael could only be glad that he was met with something a little less...painful. after sedating him, the man was put in a silveriron cage big enough for him to fit, yet not settle in comfortably. if he was to turn wild within the restrictions, he’d be burnt, or worse. she’d suggest not to fight against it much, however it was entirely up to him how he behaved. 

it wasn’t the pain she wished to cause him, she could think of a million other ways to cause him physical harm, but the cage - oh the cage took away his freedom. and one thing michael loved most in this world was his freedom - liliana knew this much. taking away his freedom would hurt him more than any physical pain she could cause him.

it was early in the morning, some of the wolves had gone hunting, the others were god knows where, and liliana had crouched before the cage michael was in; elbows resting on her knees, while her hands were hanging in the air,

 “morning, sunshine. how’d you sleep? no bad dreams i hope.”

[heavensentx]

A Bit of Sunshine||Annalise && Cardelle

@michaelcardellerp

"Order up!" Annalise exclaimed as she slid a milkshake along the counter top before turning around and ringing a bell. The customer walked up and smiled, grabbing the drink before waving goodbye, "See you later!" She exclaimed and waved back, her smile wide. Annie liked to think that by working with the public, she had tons of friends. Every customer had the potential to be a friend. They just didn't know it yet.

Looking up at the clock, she noted the time and figured, you know what? Lunch sounded good right now. She took off her apron, tossed it onto the counter and wandered to her office to grab her lunch. She reappeared after a few moments and walked outside. She didn't plan on going anywhere so locking up was unnecessary. Instead, she just took a seat on the bench outside of her establishment and cracked open her salad bowl. She poured the poppyseed dressing onto the it, closed the lid back up then shook it up. Easiest way to distribute the dressing. Annie then cracked it back open and began to eat, folding crossing her legs.

As she ate, she couldn't help but people watch some. She had a bad habit of it but she couldn't help it. It was so interesting. Especially in Calamity. Plus, you never know, maybe there was someone cool walking by and she wanted to strike up a conversation. It was very possible. She was a very chatty lady. But for right now, she would just watch. Observe. See if anyone caught her eye.

[deathbeckons]

To say he trusted the vampire would be a stretch, because he would never trust one but he was just desperate enough for the help that he’d accept it from the other. “Well, I’m glad you agree about the killing if necessary part. I promise you whilst I may not look capable, I certainly am.” Right now he probably looked like no more than a mouse to the other. Fact was, he used to be a fucking apex predator when he first joined the hideout. He’d gotten clean, been a hunter for a good while but it was all in the act of vengeance. On who he wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t been pretty. Finally, and inevitably, he had fallen off the wagon and he’d never gotten back on… until now.

He joined the vampire, sitting on the edge of the kerb with his hands tugging at his hair. “Of course they do. Everyone overlooks an addict, Fox. Even when they’re clean, so I’m not sure how you’re going to fix that specific part but… I wish you luck in trying. I hope that you can help.” The words almost came from gritted teeth, considering his past self would’ve already attempted to kill Fox at least five times by now. “How? How do you reshape it?”

deathbeckons​:

jack scoffed at the offer of help, brow raised as he looked over the other. the guy may be a vampire, but he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was getting himself into if he went down this road with jack. “help me how? does your protection and help include compulsion because that’s a straight up no from me if it does.” the human spoke, before a little smirk settled on his lips. “i mean, compulsion wouldn’t really be beneficial to strengthening my mind would it? it would be all you, it wouldn’t be me. so your help, whatever that may include, but no compulsion and i swear to god if you bite me i’ll shoot you with a silveriron bullet.” he threatened, though perhaps it wasn’t particularly smart to do so. proud? this stranger - this vampire - was proud of him for getting himself clean? what in the hell was going on? still, free help and he would take it. he wasn’t in a position to not take it. 

“i– tell me more about the help you would like to offer me, fox. i’m open to almost anything right now. no other vampires though. just you, and that’s a stretch in itself.” 

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Fox raised his hands in a motion of mock surrender, showing no crossed fingers or anything else that the other might think would be used to go against his word. “No tricks, no compulsion. You are correct: any compulsion from me would not be beneficial. No, all improvements must come from you and you alone.” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as the other launched his threats. It wasn’t the first time someone had threatened him with little to back it up, and he knew in the others current state of mind he was anything but a threat. “If I bite you, or try to kill you, by all means my friend, kill me.”

He pulled a handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit, setting it down on the step next to where Jack had been sitting and perched there himself, ushering the other to re-join him, setting a more casual tone. “Is it so difficult for people to trust that I want to help? I am the smartest man in Calamity right now, so if I can’t offer any kind of cerebral stimulation, then I guess we’re both doomed to fail.” He let out a sigh, taking a few moments to formulate his words. “Your mind right now is a blank canvas, ready to be reshaped. Imagine, returning to your friends and loved ones a smarter man, mentally stronger than any of them. No longer overlooked…because they do over look you, don’t they?”

[prurienthellhound]

The Nepenthe; dusk @michaelcardellerp​

Golden beams shone through stained glass windows as the sun went down, The Nepenthe looked almost holy at this time of the day, but it was a fake notion quickly shoved away every time one of the barely clothed dancers or any other member of the staff walked around preparing for the night shift.

The boss was sitting down at the table right in front of the main stage, discussing some arrangements and other utterly boring business related issues with his assistant. It was much more fun coming up with new ideas for the shows and the multiple ways in which he could entertain the customers, but one big part of being successful was unequivocally paperwork. His assistant did all they could to keep him on the matter, just a few signs and confirmations were needed, but Najelon was a creative -wicked- mind.

“What if we just put a bit of pixie inside everyone’s drink? They’d definitely spend more money and maybe, eventually, become addicted and pay for the vip services. Admit it, it’s genius.” He really meant it and knowing so his employee could only sigh. Yes, it was a good idea financially, but it could back fire so easily, they could lose a big portion of the clientele if they were caught. And like that, he always thought of dangerously profitable schemes.

[rosalie-winters]

The wolf-whistle was probably a bit of overkill, but Rosalie always admired a strapping figure in a well-cut suit. “Don’t you look dapper.” Her Fox senses had been tingling leading her to believe that her friend was up to something. She had stuffed enough money in her wallet to either have a night on the town or bail him out of jail. When he was concerned, it tended to be one of the two. “What’s the occasion?” She dared to think that the suit might even be new. Never had Fox been one to dress in a shabby manner, but there usually was more than just the desire for something new when he made such a bespoke purchase.

Rose crossed her legs, making herself comfortable in taking over the entirety of the couch. “It’s been far too long since we have done anything together. It is high time that we remedy that situation.” Give him the idea that whatever they came up with would be his idea. It was always so much easier to manage from the shadows when her friend was too enthused with the larger details to pay her little touches any mind.

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[deathbeckons]

@michaelcardellerp​​

“It’s Dodger, right?” Azagi called out as she noticed the other nearby, eyes not moving from her phone as she texted a client a picture of their almost dead cheating ex. A job was a job, she didn’t care what it was as long as it paid what she requested. “It’s rare. I mean, I don’t think I’ve met a Letharger before. Somewhat fascinating, actually.” Phone locked, put in her pocket as the Wrathbearer looked at the man with a small grin. “Sit. I’ll buy you a drink. You’re bound to be a chill guy, right? Sloth demon’s gotta have a bit of fucking chill. Not to use you, but I could do with a bit of sloth in my life.” 

[cavernovs]

⚡️ // My muse’s reaction to being stuck in a storm with yours. [ ace x dodger ]

"... It's loud outside, your turn to check for the angry thunder, Dodgerman."

"Go, go go then, don't get wet,"

[ @michaelcardellerp ]

[shiverrinqs]

𝙸𝙽𝚃 .   𝙳𝙾𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴    ,  𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

status  ,   closed   —   featuring Dodger  .  @michaelcardellerp

Lenn didn’t know what this was. A bit of fun, getting to know each other better. Lennell had no idea, and the less question he asked, the better. Not the smartest thing, but he wasn’t thinking with his big brain- it’s okay he’s brave enough to admit that fact. He liked this man, whoever he was, and Lenn was okay with admitting that too—well, revealing it to himself. He didn’t have the balls yet to say it to Dodger, who seemed interested at the very least. So the invitation to stop by - in ten minutes. Lenn decided to take him up on the offer. Again good things, with all of the shenanigans Lenn had gotten up to in the last couple of weeks. Some off the radar downtime was in order. Lenn was hungry - hunger quantified with the loud grumbling that came from the pit of his empty stomach.  “Okay, he said, clapping hands together.  “ I need sustenance, I’m only human after all, which means you need to feed me. Please, I’m starving, and too pretty to die of starvation.”

[sirenxsong]

📱Mike x Oberyn (duh)

Contact Photo

Name

Mike

Ringtone

The Wolves - Ben Howard

Texts

[ ✉️ text ] I hear you crossed paths with a certain human in the Darklands [ ✉️ text ] Find out anything interesting from him?

[calcmityys]

rory’s featured faces ( family edition ) :

@ilbuia / lucky adams ( adoptive sister )

@shiverrinqs / lennell moore ( ride or die )

@michaelcardellerp / cardelle mackie ( middle brother )

@shiverrinqs / bram mackie ( eldest brother )

@magnusetdona / sabrina mackie ( twin sister )

the deceased mackie parents