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[voxvulgi]

an Adonis starter for Ragnor at @unearthlyxones​

It was nice of Catarina to invite Adonis to drinks with her and Ragnor, who was practically a stranger. Their social made Adonis wonder if his presence would make the outing awkward for Ragnor, if maybe he shouldn’t have come at all, but the truth was that he wanted to meet Catarina’s friend-- properly this time. So he dressed casually, promised himself he’d be neither under- nor over-whelming, and made it to the pub in question.

When he got there, though, he couldn’t find Catarina. He looked around the space several times, looking for her, but Catarina’s wasn’t the familiar face he found. His eyes fell on Ragnor, whom he’d seen only once-- but enough to recognise him in the crowd. After a moment’s hesitation, he crossed the room, heading in Ragnor’s direction. “Ragnor?” he started, his voice a little smaller than usual. “Isn’t Catarina supposed to be here?”

[harrowiingstreets]

Hi!! We've never actually spoken, but happy birthday!!

ihfgjkd omg thank youuuu. i see you on my dash all the time im just terrible at being like 'HI'.

[mediioxumate]

@unearthlyxones is having a bad night. probably.

'If I can down a whole pint of vodka in one go, can I have it for free??' Seth asked, flashing his widest, dimpley-est smile at the bartender. She didn't look like the kind of person who would agree to his bullshit, and there was nothing /else/ he could offer her, but he was broke as fuck and desperate for a drink. [RIP Seth :)) ]

reko would love to say this is the first time she’s been asked something like this - she really would. unfortunately, that is not the case. you could even say she’s pretty well seasoned in stuff like this. comes with working a bar near a college campus, but it is what it is. 

“no. well, maybe, but the ambulance certainly wouldn’t be.” she hums in reply, not even looking up from the glass she’s cleaning. lucky for the patron, though, it’s been a slow night, and she doesn’t have anything more pressing than to entertain whatever this is. plus, in all honesty, she’s totally bored. if the universe is gonna hand her meager entertainment, who is she to turn it down?

“let’s make a deal. i make you a couple drinks on the house, and you tell me what brought your sorry ass here.” reko has been told she’s too blunt before, bit the bartender title helps her get away with it.

finally turning to him with a smile, she holds out her hand. “reko. and you are..?”

[waywardsignns-moved]

✜ for a fear headcanon. ☠ for a death headcanon. ♆ for something my muse hates. [Tiffany]

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✜ - Tiffany won’t admit or acknowledge she’s afraid of anything, quite frankly. Especially considering she specializes in fear in many ways, but one of the few things she is scared of? Real intimacy, and the idea that she can be loved. 

☠ - she’s not a stranger to death ... both experiencing it and delivering it both. She actually killed her abusive parents, killed the three people they had brought there to ‘cure’ Tiffany ... and nearly died in the process herself. Since then, she hasn’t experienced death personally, but she has killed too many people to count. 

♆ - she HATES people who are obnoxiously optimistic and cheerful. Or overly nice ... as far as she’s concerned, they have something to hide, and almost always have some sort of ulterior motive. For example ... she neither trusts nor likes Aubrey. 

[hermosa-pesadilla]

'So, how does it feel to know me?? A blessing, isn’t it??' The question was asked after Seth had woken up on Abby's living room floor in a puddle of spilled vodka, spilled food down his t-shirt, and for some reason missing his pants. Why was he /always/ waking up pants-less, even when sex had not been involved?? This was his morning greeting to her.

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Abby grumbled at the question at first, swiping sleep out of her eyes and wondering where exactly in the apartment they had passed out in this time. Oh hey, she managed to make it on the couch this time, that's a plus.

Seth was sprawled out on the floor in front of her in a mess of leftovers from the night before. The DVD menu for Finding Nemo was playing on repeat in the background, she pushed herself up on her elbows.

"Why am I laying on your pants?" Abby asked tiredly. She wiggled them out from underneath her to dump them on his head with a laugh. "How do you always lose your pants?" She questioned and stretched lazily. "You are a pantless blessing." She agreed with amusement.

[set2bloom]

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     “I don’t understand why society has such a massive stick up its ass about what adult women--adults in general, actually, though those presenting as female a majority of the time--decide to wear. It’s like I never left home! I just like blacks and reds and whites. Skulls and cats and pentagrams are part of my culture. so why is it a grown man thinks he can come up to me and tell me I should stop dressing like a rebellious teenager looking for attention? I’m a fucking barista; I don’t have to dress like some preppy school girl to give you your basic bitch coffee! I swear, if it happens one more time, I’m gonna curse a bitch. Or at least introduce my attention-seeking combat boots to someone's asshole.”

[tattedasshole]

@unearthlyxones liked for starter.

"Well aren't you a cutie," Tegan greeted with a small smirk crossing his face. "What brings you to my garage? Car trouble possibly?" He asked.

He would probably be scolded if he was caught flirting yet again but he couldn't help it when the costumer happened to be a cutie in need.

[heavenlysins]

unearthlyxones liked your starter call from Anaya

“Well aren’t you interesting.” She spun on the stool away from the bar to enjoy the view of their newest guest. “Welcome to Nightshade, darling.” She plucked a freshly made martini from the bar and extended the glass to them. “What brings a pretty one like you to this dark edge of the world.”

[waywardsignnsa]

@unearthlyxones || Aubrey

She hurt ... that was one of the few things that Aubrey could think of as she felt the men roughly grabbing at her arms to haul her back up. Keeping her body purposefully limp to make it all the harder for them to get her anywhere, she truly didn’t know where it was that they were taking her within the compound ... but she knew damn well that she should be taking it all in, trying to find a way to escape ... but she had more pressing worries before that happened: Ragnor. The demoness truly had no idea if he had managed to get away, and if they had managed to catch him ... she had to find him. She had to get them both out of here ... or at the very least him. 

Though the question of whether or not Ragnor was there or not was quickly answered shortly after she was forced to sit in a chair, her hair grabbed to force her to look up ... and see the man before her. Her face was bloodied and bruised not only from the previous fight, but the treatment they both undoubtedly received within this compound ... but that certainly didn’t stop her eyes from widening and the genuine horror to show on her face. 

“Ragnor! Pl-”  “Shut up.” 

Forcing herself to not make a sound as she was struck, she focused on her breathing as she heard the sounds of another being brought in. “Now... you’re going to do what we told you, or your friend here is going to be in a hell of a foul mood...” drawling the words, there were several men there, more so around Ragnor and the newest demon that was brought in and heavily shackled with enchantments. 

[allresolute]

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     Maybe DJ shouldn’t have been surprised by the reaction. He really should have expected as much when he just plopped himself down on a bench beside a stranger and struck up a conversation. A lot of people weren’t comfortable talking to strangers. Still, meeting people was one of the best things about his traveling lifestyle. Even an android got lonely sometimes. DJ made a thoughtful face and looked toward the sky for a time.

     “I guess you could call it a game. If you really wanted to. I’m talking to you for entertainment and companionship. There’s a goal to it, which is to get to know a stranger a little better. There isn’t really a win-lose condition though.” He smiled a little and finally returned his complete attention to the man next to him.

     “Sorry, I’m being pedantic. I’m not making fun of you or anything if that’s what you’re asking. I’m just a world tourist. I don’t have any sort of endgame or motive. I just like meeting people. That answer any questions? We chill?”🔌

[huntershowl-moving]

@unearthlyxones​ said:

'You okay??' [Eve]

send ‘you okay?’ to find my muse sitting on a rooftop alone at night. ( not accepting )

❛ what do you care? ❜ the words come out clipped and resentful, the hostility not out of place for hellhound – for some reason, it doesn’t seem to keep eve away. she sits on the roof of a tall building, waiting for the sun to bloom over the horizon to mark the end of the night. insomnia, again. the second night in a row, though hellhound has gone longer than that without issue, so long as there isn’t a job coming up.  and it’s the nights with no job to focus on that tend to be the most often sleepless. with no distractions, her thoughts swirl and stab at her without cease. they whisper and shout in equal measure, both unsettling, both making it impossible to rest peacefully. once the sun rises... at least the night will be over. but why is eve here? they have no work to do together. and most avoid seeking her out on purpose without some sort of business transaction to make; be it fear, the idea of them being next on her roster of brutal murders, or disgust. good. it must be that way. it is the only way she is able to take power into her own hands: with violence, with fear. hellhound turns her head a margin, the wan light of dawn haloing the hint of a cheekbone.  ❛ forget it. what do you want? you have a job for me? ❜

[voxvulgi]

❛ Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now. ❜ [Seth @ Zoran]

|| BILLIE EILISH LYRICS STARTERS

“Dude, same.”

It was typical of The Disaster Boys to be too lazy to leave their own rooms to talk to each other, so the fact that Zoran was talking to Seth -- who lived in the next room -- on the phone wasn’t all that strange. Zoran was too sleepy to get out of bed (but not enough to sleep). He was, however, just sleepy enough to let that 3 a.m. talk roll off his tongue like small talk: “You’d think I would have died in the cupboard, but our cupboards were too shitty and couldn’t shut the air out, so yeah. But I’m lowkey surprised my uncle didn’t fix them just to let me choke.”

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for unearthlyxones  :  @unearthlyxones is such an amazing roleplayer. She has so much love for her OCs and she's so fun to talk to and roleplay with. I love her so much. She deserves everything good.

[cordiibus]

“ um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection. ” [ Eve @ Ozemir ]

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     “ what.. why do you have so fucking many ? is one not enough ? ” he didn’t understand why she needed that fucking many knives. couldn’t she just have one ? not that he should have any say when he was basically hoarding dogs as his own emotional support collection. he paused to look at them though, dare he be, showing some interest. not that he was a knife person to begin with – but he was interested. “ where you get that one from… looks fucking weird, buggy. ”  he asked, still not referring her as her actual name. 

[waywardsignns-moved]

@unearthlyxones 

‘It’s hard sometimes, you know??’ Seth’s fingers played aimlessly over the strings of the guitar in his lap, more from the desire to feel the comfort the instrument brought him than for any desire to actually play it. ‘Just because I can cope better now doesn’t mean I am better and sometimes it’s just...hard.’

He hated to admit it, but everything had been so much easier before he’d gotten sober and begun taking his therapy seriously. It was so much easier to drown himself in alcohol and self-destructive behaviour than to actually deal with his feelings.

The pair had met in a sobriety group ... one that Emma admittedly started going to because the move had taken a lot out of her ... had taken more strength than she cared to admit. If anybody could understand him ... she did hope Seth knew she did. 

“It is ... and it sucks.” sighing softly, Emma flopped down, reaching over blindly to take a handful of the snacks she had gotten for the two of them, figuring munching on something to keep her hands busy was better than nothing. “It doesn’t help alcohol is almost literally everywhere.” 

[hermosa-pesadilla]

'Hello darkness my old friend…' [Seth]

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It was not a cheery song. They were sitting on the porch of her apartment, it was dark and raining. Lightening flashed across the sky, putting on a brilliant show for them. The not so cheery song fit the mood, she curled her legs up underneath her and tapped him on the shoulder with the clear vodka bottle.

"Shots?" She requested questioningly.