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[settinqsuns]

❝ look what i found! ❞ em & dallas (em is holding a puppy)

there's a brief moment in which Dallas just stares at Emerson and the puppy, not quite comprehending what he was seeing right away. it's like his brain is hijacked and he can do nothing but buffer as he tries to make sense of what's happening. then, he blinks azure eyes and is brought back into the present as he continues to look at Emerson and the puppy in his hands.

the creature is adorable, clearly. it's a white puppy with a black dot on its forehead and little black paws. it's certainly the cutest puppy Dallas has ever seen. its even got a black lip, looking like it got in a bowl of pudding and had a field day. it's definitely the cutest puppy he's ever seen in his entire life and for some reason, all Dallas can do is stare at it. he doesn't know what else to do before he's blinking again and a smile finally crosses his face.

he leans over to pet the puppy, finally doing something other than stare at it, and his smile grows when the puppy licks his hand. "where did you find it?" he asks, still confused as to why Emerson had a puppy, but he's hardly going to complain about it. dogs make everything better, especially puppies. he's been thinking about training one for therapy- therapy dogs are a great source of happiness, especially when it comes to children. considering this puppy brings out the child in him, it's obviously not a bad idea. "are you going to keep it ?? please tell me you're keeping it."

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[6unish]

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he  is  quite  sad  that  he  has  to  leave,  but  he  isn't  going  to  be  weird  about  it.  connor  just  needed  a  moment  to  get  himself  together.  a  quick  shower  would  be  nice,  but  that  would  probably  lean  towards  the  weird,  which  he  didn't  want  to  do.  his  hand  is  on  the  door  knob  as  emerson  invited  him  for  a  cup  of  coffee.  the  naked  man  turned  around  and  smiled,  ❝  that  would  be  lovely,  emerson.  ❞  a  wink  before  he  went  into  the  bathroom,  washed  his  face  with  cold  water  and  got  dressed.  once  he  was  finished,  he  slowly  walked  toward  the  kitchen,  greeted  by  the  smell  of  coffee.

[micahsawyer]

@unapxlogeticme, continued from here.

micah hadn't meant to take it so far.  it had started as something small; a simple want to be around emerson, whether they'd spend time together backstage or partying after a show.  emerson didn't really drink (in fact, last night might've been the first time micah had ever seen him share in a bottle), but micah still enjoyed his company even if they just sat together in silence, and emerson never seemed to mind when micah got a little too fucked up.  they bonded over a shared love of music and that was so often the quickest way to soften micah, and despite the current situation, he had been softened.  it's because of this, because of the sudden affection that he'd taken emerson like he had, back to a spare room in his condo.  the way some invisible wall had seemed to drop between them had made micah a tad obsessive.  it had been completely spur of the moment and, micah can admit, maybe a little impulsive.

but fuck, he can't take it back now!  and with emerson here, helplessly tied to a chair with micah completely free to do as he pleases, it's far too good of an opportunity to pass up.  even with emerson's voice completely fucking up whatever dark shit micah was imagining doing.  "oh, come on, emery," micah begins with a sigh, wearing a frown as if he's displeased with emerson's struggling.  his voice is soft and friendly.  with little worry, micah moves to drag a chair in front of the other and take a seat, leaning in a little too close.  "i said might.  i don't want to."  it's not a lie — however much micah desires to inflict pain, he doesn't desire to see emerson's life cut short, least of all by his own hand.  if he'd wanted him dead, micah wouldn't have brought him home.

"sorry about the... well, y'know.  and the gag - it was just 'cause people were here."  as if he's trying to casually explain away kidnapping.  "don't be scared, c'mon.  i'll loosen the ropes if you promise not to be a dick. i know they're makin' you raw."

[burninq]

What is the one murder you committed that you regret?

"do i look like i regret killing anyone?" he asks, his head cocked to the side as lips are pressed into a thin line. "i have no remorse for killing anyone. everyone i've killed deserved it one way or another. i don't care. i'm a vampire. i'm a monster. killing is in my dna. if i regretted killing anyone, i wouldn't be who i am." he dismisses the question with a wave of his hand. "if you want someone who feels remorse for his actions, you're asking the wrong guy. listen, i once felt bad for killing someone, sure, but in the end, it was for the betterment of everyone around her. i don't regret it. try again."

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[bldrdsh]

@unapxlogeticme / starter call ( nikolai kane )

He exhales softly, hand resting on his forehead wiping the sweat soaked hair from his face as he leans down and shakes his head. He'd returned to town with little to show for it, and suffice it to say he'd much rather not stress any further.

"I need breakfast."

HE'D STAYED UP all night the evening before traversing the woods looking for any sign of forward motion on his job and regrettably, NOTHING to say the absolute least. He treks forth until finding a satisfactory cafe, sighing as he enters and rubbing his face.

"...Coffee...and a pastry..."

[oceanicxeyes]

closed starter for: @unapxlogeticme

Pairing: Patrick & Lacey There was all sorts of supernatural bars in town, which only some humans were aware of. Bars where vampires mingled with wolves, where demons walked around without a care in the world, where humans would do whatever tickled their fucking fancy. It never failed to surprise the demon how slutty these humans were. A few centuries back and they cowered in the presence of supernatural creatures. They burned innocent women on the stake all because they were good herbologists. They often feared the unknown and what humans didn’t understand – they tried to destroy. Probably because they were jealous of not possessing those abilities or maybe they just hated the concept of no longer being the top of the fucking food chain. Whatever their reasons… the demon couldn’t care less. He had been around for quite some time now, so he had seen Humanity evolve into whatever crap they were now.

Like these feeders. That was apparently the technical term for humans who volunteered themselves to be fed upon by vampires. Who would want some blood sucking fangs piercing their body was none of Patrick’s concern – but it was fun to see how the world reacted to the supernatural. Why would a human submit himself to be fed upon by a vampire? Did he had a bite fetish? Did he want to make himself useful? Feel like he mattered and was needed? Such pathetic notions. Patrick shook his head as he took his drink – his head turning to the latest feeder stumbling out of the area reserved for such practice. He had seen him before. More than once, really. Apparently, the whole letting strangers suck his blood rather than his dick was recurrent. “Why do you do it?” The question came from a place of genuine curiosity. The demon had never paid much mind to vampires but he also didn’t have anything against them. “Why would a pretty face like you submit to the whims of a vampire? Is it because it gets you hard? Are you a fang banger? Read too much supernatural romance novels and want to see what the fuss is about?”

[courtesons]

for @unapxlogeticme who liked this starter call

(for julian)

Some nights in New York City there were people to rescue from fires, villains to fight or dangerous crimes to prevent. But it seemed on a night like tonight the biggest job for the new Spider-Man was dealing with a drug trade of all things. Perching on top of a rooftop and watching several men surrounded by truck with the back doors open revealing all kinds of cases of god knows what substance. Ben waited at that spot, just listening in to the details of what they were doing before making his move by casually webbing one of the goons to the nearby wall before leaping down and landing gracefully. His tight, snug costume visible in the low light of the large alleyway.

"Alright boys, I've got an idea for you. We skip the tussle so you guys don't get bruises and I don't waste the webbing. A nice, clean surrender" He remarked, looking to Julian who perhaps looked like he was the head guy out of all of this. "Sound fair?"

[goddamnmuses]

@unapxlogeticme liked for a starter from Bruce

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

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contact: husband. ❤️

@unapxlogeticme: you mean the world to me. don’t ever forget that.

( 📩 ) ; you sure about that?

[liraspins]

starter for @unapxlogeticme

Ignoring all the personal questions that were thrown at her, Lira looked around the others apartment. She wasn't here to let somebody get to know her or anything. She just thought they seemed really fun at the bar and thought nothing of it when she was invited to their home. Adding to that, she really did need a place to sleep. "Wow! You have it really cozy here!" she complimented and eyed a potential sleeping couch. "Is this real leather?"

[settinqsuns]

@unapxlogeticme liked for a starter | for Tobias

Camden's been around for a long time now, but school still intrigues him. he'd never met a drama teacher before, so if he's a little excited, don't worry about it- he's literally just interested in learning more about it. he folds his arms across the table and leans in close, his cup of hot chocolate left unattended as it steams in his face. "so how does drama class work exactly ?? i was homeschooled; i didn't have drama class, although my father could probably represent it with his all of his theatrical shows." his nose wrinkles at the thought of his father, but he dismisses it with a smile, eager to learn more about Tobias's line of work. "tell me more."

[whileurmine]

@unapxlogeticme liked this for a random angsty thing

"no, i'm not, i'm not fucking mad or sad. can't i just be fucking quiet for once? it doesn't have to be a whole fucking thing every—!" he paused. god "i'm sorry." frank whispered. forcing his voice into softening, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "i'm sorry, you didn't deserve that."

[t-errifier]

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver // emerson & art

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇, full makeup still on his face. his counterpart was sitting outside of the tub - holding a wash cloth in their hands. they were attempting to scrub all the tried blood & grime off his person. it was a tough job, especially with how seldom that he had the chance to enjoy a bath like this. he wasn't opposed to the idea of bathing, but it was a luxury that he didn't receive so frequently. leaned up against the edge of the tub, his arm in draped over the edge for EMERSON to scrub at. he is watching him. silently observing as he washes off the blood. there is plenty of it on him, turning the wash cloth a deep red shade as he works. the bath water was already dirty with all of the blood that he had on him - it was no wonder that the other didn't want to join him in the activity.

once his arm was scrubbed up, he dunked it under the water & let the soap rinse off. he didn't want to let it stay on him for too long. they had another arm to start scrubbing at. just as blood - covered as the last. the dried red was difficult to come off, but with a bit of elbow grease, it would come off eventually. he holds his other arm out for EMERSON to take. not making him have to ask for it - he's compliant in the situation. he doesn't think that anyone would want him in their home when he looks the mess that he does. the moment that he had entered his home, he was ushered into the bathroom for a scrub down; trying to fix him up before the night started.

[burninq]

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[vicedmuses]

@unapxlogeticme asked: #21 from here for Tyler and Emerson.

it seemed like whether his partners knew it or not, they were all connected by the same string of fate. tyler wasn't in the mood to bring up his work right now, but he wondered if emerson knew just how much he knew about his family. instead, he wanted to focus much more on the physical part that they were occupying themselves with. "you sure you want to do this out here?" the older man kissed down his torso, sucking on the man's happy trail. he pulled on emerson's waistband too, eager to get his pants off.

[oceanicxeyes]

prompts 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ( accepting ) // @unapxlogeticme

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect

"Are you sure?" The question almost has a tinge of hesitation coming from the siren's lips as his gaze follows the full length of Lacey's body. They were outside now, away from the commotion of the bar, away from the loud patrons and hungry vampires. All that was needed was for Walter to go onto his break and meet the other man outside in the limited space of the back alley, horrendously decorated with cheap grafiti. There's something in the air that night. Something almost electric.

Lacey was free from his obligations to his patrons that night but despite the tired look on his face, his eyes appeared to sparkle with something else. Walter recognized that look. He had seen it time and time again in the faces of those who went to the bar and checked him out. In the eyes of those bold enough to try their luck seducing him to no avail. But Lacey wasn't just a random man, was he? Walter knew him from what he did. What he allowed himself to do. It was not his place to comment on such circumstances and with the look Lacey was giving him - neither he wanted to.

The other man wanted for him to MARK him. To do the same things those vampires did. To leave a mark on his body, something to remember him by whenever they weren't together. Walter could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks but his body was moving on its own accord. His hand now pressed against Lacey's broad chest and forcing him back against the delapidated brick wall. Their eyes met for a second. Almost as if Walter sought permission, spoken or otherwise that he could do that.

The answer he got was the other man's head tilting back and exposing his neck - untouched that night since the vampires had chosen his wrists as their favorite place to feed. "O-Ok..." The siren nods and closes his eyes for a second, almost as if he seeks to summon some bravery or boldness for what was about to follow.

His right leg moved between Lacey's, knee lifting enough to force the younger man to spread his legs a bit wider in a broader stance before putting some pressure on his crotch. Rub it gently with his knee as aquamarine eyes checked Lacey's expression one last time. He appeared to want this. BADLY. Brushing his long hair out of way, Walter leaned in. The tip of his nose caressing the smooth skin on the other man's neck as he continuously exerted pressure on his crotch.

"You're getting hard, Lacey. Does this turn you on?" His voice is suddenly more confident. More sure of himself. Almost like a predator who had finally cornered its victim. He does not wait for the answer. If it comes, its in the shape of a lewd moan as he kisses Lacey's neck - sucking onto his skin in a ravenous, almost primal manner to mark the other man as his. And the more suction he adds to his movements, the louder the moans coming from Lacey become. Louder and louder - so loud that it was almost unberable to...

Walter sits up straight in his bed, blinking a couple of times as he focus himself on the present. The loud sound comes from his phone, the alarm he had set ringing nearly hysterically in his ears. "Jesus Christ." Fingers brush his hair and he looks down - the shape of the sheets around his half-naked form revealing his current state of arousal. Crap. Kicking the sheets away, Walter sits on his bed and takes a rather long and deep breath. It was time for a cold shower.