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[losinmortalesperdidos]

I saw your askbox was empty, so i had to indulge... could you rate your muses from least to most likely to have halloween movie marathons with their partner (oddly specific, yet i’m not sorry hahaha)

Umh... Okay, I’ll try. I’m not sure if I can properly rate them, though.

Chance would definitely do that, and he would be absolutely hilarious like laughing his ass off at the funniest moments and hiding behind the couch at the scariest.

Kismet would do this, too, and they would be the one laughing at the spooked partner but also giving them cuddles.

The nameless, Blaze and Bobby would do that, though they don’t really like horrors and stuff, but they would enjoy it if their partners would.

The Gent, Matt, and Matador will do it but use every opportunity for teasing and sex.

Vic, Morris, Budd, and Greg would do that only after the long persuasion.

Tuunbaq and Diaz would definitely prefer sex to movies.

Deacon would get completely drunk to the end of the second movie, so if his partner doesn’t want him to drink himself to death, they should cancel the marathon.

I’m not including Jack and Baron Samedi here bc they most likely won’t have any romantic relationships in my RP.

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@mxlaras​ | Cont. from X

“It is never too early for a shopping spree.” She had a credit card in her father’s name on it and she was determined to not only add to her winter wardrobe but also make him want to die due to the debt. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right? “I need leather pants I think. I mean if Mick Jagger can rock them so can I, hm? My ass was made for leather pants, I swear it.”

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@mxlaras​ liked for a starter! 

The night was still young and Charley was winding down at a small, bustling bar downtown. She hadn’t been on a job in a couple weeks and, after spending so much time with the boys this week, understandably needed a night alone. She loved them to pieces but sometimes she just wasn’t in the mood to hear Pink spitting insults at Brown, White scolding Pink and Eddie telling everyone to shut the fuck up. Just not tonight.

Her arms lay folded atop the bar as she waited to be served, and she found her gaze wander over to the woman a few steps away-- well, her hands. Her nails, to be specific. “Excuse me,” she hummed, clearing her throat softly and leaning over to get her attention, “I hope you don’t mind me saying-- your nails are a beautiful colour. They really look lovely.” The girl offered a shy but warm smile, meeting the lady’s brown eyes.

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FULL NAME:   Delores Lynnette Scozzari GENDER & SEXUALITY:   cis  female,  bisexual. doesn’t identify as bi in main, because in that circumstance she’s an old lady raised in a heterosexist society. ETHNICITY & SPECIES:   Black,  Human BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE:   Her parents were living in Brooklyn Heights before their murder. //  Born July 2nd HOMETOWN & CURRENT RESIDENCE:   Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn // Jericho, Long Island.  GUILTY PLEASURES:   Vintage Romance Novels that have a risque edge, romance novels in general, bidding on over-priced glass dolls. PHOBIAS:   Storms. Illness.  WHAT THEY WOULD BE INFAMOUS FOR: Her grandparents were notorious during Prohibition, there was [recorded] conflict with The Cannizaro Family back then. Her father, while not involved in any gang activity, was a promising lawyer. “Controversial” because of how vocal and in-tune with the community he was.  WHAT HAVE THEY / WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR:   Young...old...as long as she was letting Sal live under her roof, it would be for aiding and abetting. CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM:    Pietro on @armsdealing​ for some reason. IDK why. She’s so darn cute. FAVORITE BOOK GENRE:   Romance. Enjoys poetry too. LEAST FAVORITE BOOK CLICHE:   She doesn’t like tough, hard as nails, angry protagonists. TALENTS & / OR POWERS:   She’s always been good at traditional forms of art. Whether that be through painting or using a medium like chalk.  WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM:   She’s very nurturing, attentive, and genuinely desires to help others. She may not speak a lot, but she listens and genuinely gives her 100% attention to others. If she loves you -romantically- she’s always thinking of ways she could make you happy by doing little daily things. WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM:   Racism? Misogynoir? Her basic traits can be defined as being a cold, unreasonable, and unloving character. This is also prevalent in-universe, especially when she’s rising as a mob wife and Sal trusts her (an outsider) with ‘too much’ and it allegedly, ‘makes her haughty.’

WHY YOU LOVE THEM:   I love Delores as a muse because she does not actively try to possess the upper-hand in situations as Sal does. There’s really no big ego with her. She asserts authority because of her position as a mob wife - she needs to be respected, she must be heard - but she tries to understand people and get where they’re coming from. She’s not going to force that, it has to come willingly. I also like Delores because at a certain point it occurred to me that personality-wise, she’s a lot like some book protagonists I’ve read by Alice Walker and Delores Philips (respectively Ruth in The Third Life of Grange Copeland and Tangy Mae in The Darkest Child) they were both intelligent, somewhat surly young girls who had an unknown future in front of them because the authors never allowed the reader insight into their future. Through writing Delores, I don’t know, it’s like continuing what happened next to characters like them.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

Vic was lying under his bike and working with wires when his phone rang and he had to wipe his hands with the piece of cloth and pick up. It was Nice Guy, he said that Joe wanted to see him and that he needed to move his skinny ass. Ten minutes later he walked into the office of the elder Cabot. There were Joe, Eddie and two people he never saw before. The first was a middleaged guy, looking so Italian Vic started to remember every movie about mafia and guess if he saw this one there. The other was a young woman, judging by the appearance Vega made another guess that she was the guy’s daughter. 

“What’s the matter, pop?” He put a cigarette in his mouth, patted Nice Guy’s shoulder, and reached into his pocket for the Zippo. Two unfamiliar people remained silent so far. “This shit is gonna kill ya, ya know that?” Joe pointed at the nicotine stick he just lit, at the cloud of smoke and then at the cut-glass ashtray on his desk, “Put it out!” Vic shrugged and did what he was told. Usually, his boss and stepfather was absolutely okay with smoking, so he assumed (third time in five minutes) that it was because of the guests, one of whom by the way was smoking a thin cig. “This is Mr. Diangelo, my friend and colleague.” Vic looked at the man and stretched out his hand for a shake. “He’s going out of town for a while and he needs someone to look after Ms. Diangelo here, his daughter.” The younger male criminal in the room nodded, “Okay, but what it has to do with me? I’m not a guard pop, I don’t watch I take and run. Why me? Why not Eddie, he would scare everyone away with his smell alone!” At these words, Nice Guy chuckled and pointed two fingers at Vic as though he was going to shoot him. “And excuse me my question but does Mr. Diangelo not have his own people for this job?” Joe slapped his palm against the desktop, not too hard but to make the point that he was done with the blabber. “I told people that you’re my best man Vic. Don’t fucking embarrass me ‘cause I trust you.”

@mxlaras​

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@mxlaras​ asked  “Do you have the time? I have this really big thing that has to be moved and I can't lift it on my own?”

It’s been a while since his job as Adrianna’s bodyguard was finished but they stayed in touch. He wasn’t surprised when she called him in the morning. Vic put a cigarette between his lips listening to her voice in the phone and looked around for a lighter or matches. Packs of Red Apple, matchbooks and simple BIC lighters were stashed everywhere around his apartment, so he didn’t need to worry every time he wanted to smoke. “If that’s a piano call some loaders, I still need my back,“ he grumbled but it didn’t sound like a refusal to help, “Give me thirty minutes, okay? And don’t try to move it, don’t wanna deal with your dad if you pull something.“

[losinmortalesperdidos]

Adrianna‌ :

Adrianna grabbed her pencil and violently scratched the last drawing in her sketchbook. New York was supposed to inspire her, not the opposite. And despite she adored the opportunity to work undisturbed, the calm was slowly turning into loneliness. She lit up a cigarette and relaxed back into the couch.

A lot of wondering and an hour later, she was knocking on his door, sketchbook and materials in the old leather bag. “I’m sorry for intruding, Morris, ” she started, playing with the zipper of her jacket. “I was just wondering if I could draw here. I won’t get in the way of your work, I promise.”

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He tried to extend the bottle for the whole day but piano keys already jumped before his eyes, although alcohol wasn’t a reason for this. Another goddamn jingle was going to be the death of him. Morris raised his eyes and looked at the sax lying on top of the piano. He was used to write a proper music, but proper music didn't pay the bills. Hearing the knocks at the door he was happy to get up and clear his mind at least a little. It was Adrianna. About a month after his wife's death he'd walked into an art gallery. Maybe he'd foolishly hoped to see Lorraine there, however, it had been a bad idea, but Adrianna had managed to distract him from grieving and even lift his mood. They became good friends, and he enjoyed her company now and then.

“Oh, hey,” he stepped back letting her in before closing the door again, “Feel yourself like home. If you want coffee or tea everything is there.” He waved his hand in the direction of the kitchen. “I hope my jingling is not going to disturb you.”

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@mxlaras​ sent “The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”

“Well, I’m not going to hurry it!“ he answered without turning to the source of the female voice, “Shouldn’t all the good girls be in bed at this time? Big bad wolves are on the hunt. Or are you stalking this one in particular?“

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@mxlaras​ sent: Headcanon memes for Jack 

012 Sun Despite some misconceptions, Jack wasn’t there when the Creation happened, the Big Bang, the hatching... When the Materia Prima split to many rocks and fell on Earth, he emerged as some of the many other ideas. As many of the ideas of the opposite of the good. So, when he arrived Sun was already there, and though later he saw them all, this one was still kind of a miracle for him because only this one gave light and warmth to the Big Fish’s most beloved creations. Besides his own names, Son of dawn and Lightbringer connected to the Sun meaning that he probably has a part of it in him, too.

017 Saint Jack doesn’t believe in righteous people or saints. Every person has dark secrets, deep fears, the breaking point when they’re ready to sell their soul, and their price. He’s never met anyone actually saint but he believes in choices. He believes that anyone can make the right choice even if it’s the tough one.

066 Music Some say that the Devil once was bored, made a flute, and invented the music. Ages passed, the story changed many times. Even if he knows the truth he won’t tell you, mostly because he barely remembers it himself. Jack loves the music, different kinds of it, and depending on which of the stories he is himself. As to the current version of him, he also has no preferences in modern music as long as it touches the souls.

UPD: Does Jack play any instrument? Yes, he does. No, he doesn’t. He’s the Devil. His energy outbursts drive people mad, pull out their deepest fears, their anger, and can literally make people kill each other in rage. Imagine what can happen if he starts to play violin? The pied Piper would seem a joke. So, yes, of course, he can play anything. No, he never would.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@mxlaras​ sent: Headcanon memes for Blaze

141 War Blaze was at WWII as a Soviet soldier. He left Russia long before that but when it starts, the greatest war at his homeland, he came back and he made all other supernatural beings rise and fight. Most of them fought as humans and used their powers only as an extreme measure because they were there to help, not to conquer. So did Blaze. A lot of his kin was killed in that war, it severely reduced the number of magic creatures on Russian soil as well as it did to humans.

160 Afraid Blaze is not really afraid of anything. He’s not afraid of dying, though when three Slavonic heroes actually beat him he was a bit scared that he wouldn’t be able to restore. It’s not actually a fear also but he’s concerned that he’ll never be able to fly again bc living in the human world he has little opportunity to reveal his nature freely. The real fear he has is to lose someone he loves again. His wife was taken from him, she was fading and dying for months and he couldn’t help her. He’s afraid that he’s doomed and it’s going to happen again.

117 Greed Of course, he’s greedy. He’s the Serpent and sort of a dragon. He loves expensive things, shiny stuff, precious gems. Everything in his possession should be the best, and he should have enough money to let himself buy everything he wants. Many things he keeps in his vault haven’t seen the light of day for centuries, only he can touch and see them. Those are old artifacts, magic things, exquisite jewelry, and pieces of art from the past, lost or considered destroyed.

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♒️ for Donny

Send me a ♒ for my muses reaction to waking up in bed next to yours

Not Accepting.

Donny’s drooling. He’d feel bad about it in a minute but for now, he’s just barely awake and could care less about what’s secreting out of him. He groans, grumbles, buries his face further into the pillow before twisting and turning himself about and finally raising his head. It takes a moment to take in his surroundings.

He can tell he’s not home, which isn’t all that uncommon. It’s a cleaner space, it smells nice. There’s a woman next to him in bed and he just smiles to himself, smug as usual. But alas, the night was over, Donny was awake, and there was only one thing on his mind. He gently pokes at her shoulder, hoping to wake her up. “Hey...Hey, ya got any breakfast on-the-go sorta stuff? A Jimmy Dean situation? I’ll take toast even, I ain’t picky— I’m just real hungry.”

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@mxlaras​ | Plotted Starter

It’s funny, she thinks, on how children tend to do the exact opposite of what their parents want. The DiAngelo family was known for one thing and her family, the prestigious Horne’s were known for another. And yet, Adrianna had settled into a quieter living than what was expected of her and Missy all but cut all ties with her family and their dwindling financials. 

“You know I’m pretty picky about what ends up on my walls.” Missy begins, her heels clicking and echoing in the gallery space. So far it’s just been deer heads.” Her one eye swivels to catch Adrianna’s reaction if there was any. “Figured investing in something special couldn’t hurt none. Especially when you come so highly recommended.”

[losinmortalesperdidos]

The Universe needs more pictures of your dogs...

Okay...

These are my boyos, Nik and Wilfy. They are the prettiest, the smartest and the most stubborn corgi boyos in the world.

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@mxlaras cont. from HERE:

“Oh, uh, thank  you, “ Adrianna was surprised at the compliment, but pleased nonetheless. She glanced at her nails, smiling faintly, then turned to the girl that had started the conversation. “Hey, would you like to have a drink with me? I’m waiting for my brother here, but I would enjoy the company.“ She stirred her martini and looked back to the girl with a small smile. “I’m Adrianna by the way.“

A beam melted onto the girl’s face. “That sounds lovely-- sure,” she smiled, eyes twinkling at the offer. She picked up her handbag and moved over to sit beside Adrianna, setting it on her own lap. “I’m Charley.” Lifted a shy finger to let the bartender know she wanted to be served, then politely ordered a pina colada. She turned to her new friend, “So... what do you do for a living?” A question fuelled by interest rather than nosiness (there’s a slight difference).

[losinmortalesperdidos]

From the headcanon list, can I have 03, 16, 14 for Vic; 02,12 for Jack and 07,08 for Budd please?

Okay. =)

03 What is your Muse’s hair like? Hard, or soft? Vic’s hair is very thick and unruly bc it’s curly and gets more curly if he lets it grow longer but it’s also quite soft and pleasant to touch.

16 Do they have a sweet tooth? Definitely. Vic really loves sweet stuff. He’s not a big fan of chocolate but he likes candies and candy bars, and anything that has sugar in it, and he’s a big consumer of Coke. One of the reasons is that he’s a former drug addict, smoking and sugar are his ways to keep coping.

14 If they had a Nintendo 3DS, what would be their favorite game? That’s a tough one. Bc he never had any video or computer games in his childhood. But if he had it would be Mario games most likely, maybe Monster Hunter.

02 What is your Muse’s blood like? Does it have a different color, consistency? Tricky question. The thing is, Jack has no blood bc not only he’s not a human animal, but he’s also not even a person in a human sense of the word. He can bleed, though, if he wants. And since he suddenly/unexpectedly/accidentally grew a heart he probably can be hurt in ways he doesn’t know himself yet.

12 Hero, Anti-Hero, Neutral or Villain? What alignment applies to your Muse? Neither most likely. Jack is not a hero, he has his own agenda on earth, though he can help people on his way to the goal. He can even care about them. But he definitely came not to save or save the world. He’s not anti-hero again because he isn’t here to help. His help is always a part of the deal, that’s all. Of course, he can be called a villain, a bad guy obviously because he’s the embodiment of Evil, he’s Satan, the ruler of Hell. But is he actually evil? If negatively charged ion or antimatter, or the place beyond the horizon of the black hole is evil, then he is, too. But he’s not neutral as well bc unfortunately for him, his job and possibly the whole existence he cares, and he cares so much he decided to find the way to the nonexistence.

07 Does your Muse prefer baths or showers? Why? Honestly, he likes baths. He loves to lie in the hot bath with a glass of whiskey and a book or a newspaper, but since he started to live in trailer in the middle of Chihuahua desert he has no other choice but to use a shower only.

08 What artistic talents does your Muse have? Do they know of these talents? Well, he doesn’t play anything, his vocal skills are moderate and he doesn’t write (though he probably could). He can draw pretty good and sometimes he does using a piece of coal or a brickbat. Once he had drawn portraits of all other Vipers just for fun. Bill probably still keeps them.

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Misunderstanding

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@mxlaras​

“Now...All I really need you to understand is that all this? Not what it looks like.” Buck says that a lot. It’s his go-to response to everything these days. Hell, it’s probably his out-of-office reply at this point. “Just a simple misunderstandin’-- and, listen, it’s okay. Sometimes we just confused; it’s human nature.”

The confusion being what exactly was he doing on their front steps, carrying handfuls of their things? It’s not exactly a scene one could misinterpret but with how he carries himself, so confident and sure of himself, it’s almost believable to think he had a right to be there.

Almost. “Now how ‘bout we just...wind things down. Take a breather. Discuss the current affairs of your sh--stuff,” He raises the things he’s coveted in his arms. “I am forthwith commandeering all this...stuff for...clergical matters. Take it up with the Church and the Good Lord himself. I don’t make the rules, kid--”