there are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls {{multi-muse oc rp blog, semi-selective}} IN THE PROCESS OF A MAJOR REVAMP
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“I don’t need prayers to worship you; just my head between your legs and your hands tugging at my hair.”
— thoughts #48 | r.m (via youmaythinkyouknowme)
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hey now that the busy season @ work is over I have free time to rp again. looks like a few people have moved to discord??? someone wanna be nice and teach me how that works??? also if anyone just wants any new threads/plots lmk, it’s the slow season now
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Orson frowned at the way the man reacted. He carefully sat down at his seat and quickly shrugged off the small jacket he was wearing. “Right, a start.” The french man agreed, watching for a moment more before he sighed and looked at the menu. When the waiter came next, he quickly ordered himself some food and champagne before sighing.
“I really am sorry, if I could have been with you earlier, I do hope you know I would have been here early my boss is just awful and I…I’m sorry.” he sighed, feeling awful already. “What else can I do to make it up to you, Jamie?”
He was being unfair, and he knew it. His career didn’t loan itself to a regular schedule either, and it wasn’t really Orson’s fault that Jamie’s pulse seemed to thud a little faster every time they were alone together. Orson didn’t even know that Jamie had arrived early, had been at the table alone, waiting.
He glanced up just enough to watch Orson get settled, the sweep of his jacket as he removed it, the way his fingers laid against the cover of the menu. Jamie merely raised his fingers at the waiter, motioning for a refill of the empty water glass on his side of the table.
Orson seemed genuinely apologetic, and if anything, it almost upset Jamie further, angry now more at himself that he couldn’t have just been happy to see the man he’d been so eager to have dinner with, that he had to pout like a petulant child. He took in a deep breath, and tried to pull his shoulders into something resembling proper posture.
“Forget it,” He started, voice soft, though not all the annoyance had bled out of his features. One hand slid forward on the table, fingers outstretched, reaching for Orson. “Just... You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
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wordsofcosmos·:
Justice Lanier was a pedigree kind of stupid when it came to operating as a functional, regular member of society; considering he raised himself, there were going to be some flaws. Fighting – lashing out from the basis of misguided and confused emotions – was a big element of trouble in his system.
He just never noticed, and if he did, he didn’t care. So he persisted, immature in the way that he began to mock Raleigh. “Oh, I’m sorry! Does that mean suddenly the big bad doesn’t take joy out of hurting people? Refresh my memory, I can’t quite get the words right about the way you’d wax poetic over the sound of screams–”
“Oh, Justice,” Raleigh pressed, and somewhere underneath the growl was the telltale purr he liked to use to get a rise out of the hunter, “I think you and I both know quite well that pain isn’t the only way to make someone scream.”
He moved forward again, just a small step, and though he kept his gaze steady, holding Justice’s stare, he kept himself alert, waiting for any flash of silver, any sharp edges the hunter might have, aside from his cheekbones, of course.
“Or do you want a refresher?” He asked, playing the part well, tongue showing itself to run across the edges of his teeth.
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There was a smart response on the tip of his tongue as lips opened to air it, but then Leon’s jaw snapped shut when she so cruelly toyed with his emotions. With a huff and a flurry of emotions, the mutant settled on something akin to a frown; when his response came, his voice was somewhat inaudible to begin with. “That’s so mean–” Then he turned from the disaster nearby, following words inflicted with the same flirting-yet-teasing tone he always had with her. “You know I’d be decked out head to toe if you told me it. Come to think of it, a date would be the perfect place to get to know all about the infamous Emerson… huh, I’m so innovative.”
The frown from him was all she needed, Emerson quickly adjusting the strap back into place, willing smile in place on her features now that Leon was pouting. She considered his words for a moment, the possibilities. She could tell him something ridiculous, just to see how far he’d really go for her. Make him dress in all violet or something like that. Rainbows, maybe? Of course if he really did embarass himself on a grand scale like that there’d be no interacting with him later... And honestly, Emerson wasn’t ready to give Leon up yet. Sure, she pushed him away at nearly every available opportunity, but only because she knew he’d come right back.
“You think wanting a date with me is innovative? Leon, really, you have to be at least a little smarter than that.” She said, pity in her tone for him to think he had an original idea, when it was the general consensus from (according to her) 97% of the population at Wallings.
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— starter for emerson ( @aconitx )
Emerson had barely walked in the door when Olivia began to whine, carrying a brewing teapot from the open kitchen to the couch nearby. “I don’t know why I call you a friend of mine, why would you let me drink so much? I’m so embarrassed...”
Emerson heaved a sigh at Olivia’s complaints, following the brunette out to her couch, setting herself down on the end of the sofa. She hadn’t avoided a hangover herself, and was letting herself have a casual day, dark fleece joggers and a sweatshirt she’d stolen from some boy or another and cut the neck off of, but true to form, her hair was still sleek and shiny, skin clear and free of dark circles under her eyes, though that had taken some concentration on the shapeshifter’s part.
“Probably because I’m the best person you know,” She said back easily, making herself at home, toeing off the sandals she’d worn to pad over to Olivia’s place. “And I was nice to you. It’s a weekend, and you woke up alone.”
She ticked the favors off on clean, manicured nails, before glancing at the coffee table, and as though Olivia could be blamed for not properly preparing for Emerson’s completely unnanounced visit, frowning at the lack of a cup for her. Of course Emerson had already done her fair share of rifling through Olivia’s place, and after making fun of her endlessly for even owning a tea pot, had learned just where the other cups were, and got up to fetch herself one from the cupboard. “I could have let you go home with someone, but then I would have had to deal with you and Daniels, and I really don’t have the energy for both of you.”
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Orson huffed as he finally made his way into the restaurant. He was sure he was late, but being an intern at a lawyer’s office meant that he was often kept a lot later than he wanted to be. Still, he hoped his date wouldn’t be too upset. He buttoned his jacket up as he entered, searching around for a moment until he found the person, quickly approaching. “I am so so sorry.” he said, before even checking what time it was. “I came as soon as I could, you know work is…insane.” the Frenchman laughed nervously as he leaned over to kiss at the person’s cheek. “Do you want champagne? Let me make it up to you.”
Jamie had already unrolled and re-rolled the flatware at least three times, had tilted his glass with lazy fingertips so far he’d spilled a little onto the tablecloth, and then drained the glass in a few long swallows. Honestly, Orson wasn’t even that late, the real reason for Jamie’s extensive boredom was that he’d done the stupid, excited, emotional thing and shown up early. It just made Orson’s slight delay all the more apparent, and sitting in a nice restaurant, alone and obviously left waiting made him feel stupid, and that had turned into annoyance.
He didn’t turn into the kiss on his cheek, barely glanced up when Orson arrived, keeping his gaze trained on the table instead.
“Champagne would be a start.” He said lightly, pushing his plate away from himself a little, giving himself room to fold his arms on the edge of the table.
#//jamiethread#hope this is okay!! your muses look soooo amazing and interesting i couldn't resist!!#but your rules page isn't up so if this isn't what you're looking for i'm sorry!
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He let out a chuckle, “Remember I called you hot and cute…. Like I said, don’t flatter yourself.” Everett knew what he was doing, because possibly by the end of this, they would’ve done a whole lot more than just hug and hold hands, but so much more. He was sure of it. “Well, that’s seems to be up to you. I am asking for the favor, so in return, you can use that favor however you choose.”
“...You’re right,” Feliks admitted, letting a smirk show through, “I did like that part.”
He caught his plush lower lip between his teeth, biting down, looking thoughtful as though he were taking his time, considering the offer and what it could mean. He’d pretty much already decided to say yes, though, if anything it would keep him occupied, and maybe he could get Everett to take a selfie with him so he could tell people he was finally hooking up with his hot roommate.
“Alright,” He said with a shrug, “I guess I can help you out. We should like... practice, though, so it’s not awkward for the first time with your folks.”
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He knew it was a question with only one real answer: he looked awful. Unkempt and tired. Not the clean cut man he’d one been. “So you’ve seen me looked worse? At least make it believable, KC.” He joked, trying to make her realise that he knew how hard he had fallen. That he was aware of his own failures and that the world would not be blind to them. “Talking isn’t my strong suit, especially not these days. But I’ve got time and I could use the caffeine. So maybe the talking will come alongside those things.” He nodded assertively and offered her the best smile he could muster. “If you know a place then I’m willing to go anywhere.”
“Which answer is better here?” She asked, trying to keep her tone light and make a joke of it, “If I tell you I’ve definitely seen you worse, or if I tell you you’re at your worst now?”
She wanted answers, more than anything, wanted to know what had brought this man she’d once known so well this low. She knew patience would probably serve her better, though, and by god it wasn’t like she wanted to batter Akil with her questions, it seemed that life lately had done that enough. The nod seemed more like the version of him she was used to, more confident, knowing, and it was reassuring.
“I do,” She said, with a confident nod of her own. “Just down the block, the scones are to die for, too, so I hope you don’t mind if I snack while we talk.”
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➢ “ 9 minutes? I have to stay here for 9 minutes?” Of course, there hadn’t been even a passing thought in Mads’ mind to leave the bloodied and bruised other on his own since he found him, mainly due to the compassionate nature that always had him looking out for others more than he could ever look out for himself; a BURDENSOME trait gained from his also overly worrisome and caring mother back home in Norway. “But the guys and I were going to play beer pong so if you could just…” His hands motioned for the other male to move along, waving downwardly away from him whilst managing to keep his face straight long enough to continue on the joke. “… pass into the LIGHT quickly.” Now that the other’s nose had seemed for the most part to have stopped bleeding, Mads made the mental note of being sure to remind him to visit ER in the morning in order to have it reset, though he figured that it would be okay for now since driving was out of the question for anyone at the entire party; Mads’ especially. At the thought of drinks, his form moved to sit comfortably on the floor now that his assistance in iced rag holding was not needed, spine levelling up to the cool tiles on the opposite wall of the small bathroom whilst his hand picked up the red cup he had entered the bathroom with earlier, GRIMACING at how it was now boasting a room temperature. “The name’s Mads. You are?“
“Oh, right, well of course.” Theo said, turning his expression serious and nodding at the blonde. “You’ve already spent so much time here, I won’t keep you much longer.”
And as though trying to hurry things along, Theo let his eyes fall shut. He slouched forward a little, arms on his knees, hands hanging down and sighing softly. Honestly, the attention he’d received here was more than he would have ever sought out himself, and well, if his nose was a little crooked from here on out, so be it. It was just another story.
“Theo,” He answered, opening his eyes just a sliver, taking in Mads’ new position for a moment.
“Mads.” He repeated, testing out the pronunciation. “Like that actor?“
#//theothread#//withmads#HEY SO this is hella late I guess idk if you've like dropped threads or anything so if you've dropped this one new worries#but if u wanna start a new one lemme know!!
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Felix’s body stilled but he didn’t dare move off of Rhys. He liked those hands right where they were, holding him, like they belonged. There was also the part where he didn’t want the other to think he was in any way going to stop what he was doing. He just needed a moment to gather himself after hearing what Rhys had said.
“You’ve drawn me?” Felix tried hard to contain his excitement. He didn’t want the other to think he was crazy for being so very happy with the idea. Eyes found Rhys’, or tried to. When he noticed the other wasn’t looking at him he drew up a hand to his cheek, guiding his gaze back to his face. “I’m extremely flattered. That’s… that’s the ultimate compliment, honestly.”
"...I have." He was fighting to keep his tone light, to not show any anxiety. It was easier to do with his gaze averted, keeping his focus trained on a small potted plant on the far window sill. On an unrelated note, he needed to water that damn thing or it was going to die on him.
Felix, though, wasn't going to let Rhys off that easy, and Rhys found himself being physically drawn back to Felix, and when he finally looked back, Rhys found what looked like a happy Felix.
"Flattered?" Rhys asked, and added a small laugh, "You haven't seen them, they might be awful, you don't know."
#hey i know this is late work got crazzzyyy#if you're not interested in this thread anymore and you want to start a new one lemme know!!#//rhysthread#//withfelix
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Stubborn fury had Justice’s entire frame on edge, agitated to the extreme like he always was within Raleigh’s company; he never knew how to handle his emotions at the best of times, opting to suppress or numb in any form, but the way the vampire had gotten under his skin was maddening. “Don’t start with that shit – I do what needs to be done. You do it for fun. There’s no comparison in the reality of it, so put your fuckin’ venn diagram away.”
“For fun?” Raleigh choked out, after a forced laugh. “Do you actually know anything? How do you think we survive, Justice?” He stepped closer, invading Justice’s space, stopping his breath so he didn’t breathe Justice in, knowing the hunter’s scent always distracted him.
“I do what I do to live. Do you really think I have a choice at this point?”
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“Agreed,“ Olivia retorted as she placed her bowl down, hands busying with the task of having to take the plastic wrap off and open the dressing satchet she’d brought with her. “But I overheard Jean complaining because she had to press an extra button when setting her time, and I made it my weeks mission to find what kind of monster would do that to the lovely, frail old woman.” The words were evidently teasing, a blessing since she wasn’t facing him.
Then, she turned back, the volume of her words dropping as she caught sight of his food. Her face would show horror the moment the question left her lips, but Olivia was nothing if not awful at communicating with pretty men. “How are you a gym teacher when you eat garbage like that?”
“Jean is not half as frail as you’d think. But maybe I’m biased. She was one of my teachers when I was a student here, and she gave me detention at least once a month.”
Olivia’s reaction to his pizza actually made Danny feel a little nauseous. She had no idea what was going on with him, why his life was in sudden disarray. And he couldn’t let her know, it was too complicated, so many things still undecided.
“Uh... Cheat day?” He offered hopefully.
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“I am, actually, thank you for asking. You’re wearing red – which is my favourite colour, as you’d know since you’ve got it down in your Leon fanbook – and it’s super distracting. We’d probably see some more progress if you just took it off.”
The barest hint of a smirk crossed her features. Damn it, Leon had gotten too good at that.
“First of all, I would never make a ‘Leon fanbook’. Gross. Second of all...” She pouted at him, reaching up and using slender fingers to push one strap of her dress off her shoulder, head tilting away to further show off the long expanse of bared skin. “Why should I be nice to you? You aren’t wearing my favorite color.”
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“Oh don’t flatter yourself. You may have the body and the face of any cute boy, but you definitely are someone who would fuck over someone if you got the chance.” Everett wanted to stay more, as he was slowly finding himself getting more and more allured in by the other. It had only been a couple weeks since they had been roommates, and he would admit to taking glances at the other when he wasn’t looking. But that didn’t mean anything. Roommates or not, this needed to happen. “You want to take the job or not?”
“Wow, you really know how to make a guy feel good, don’t you?” He shot back, rolling his eyes. All the same, Everett might not have been totally wrong. Feliks didn’t like to think of himself as that type, but he knew how to take care of himself.
“What do I get out of it?” He asked, pretty quickly confirming what Everett had just accused him of. “I mean, seems like it’d be doing you a pretty big favor.”
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➢ “God, yeah. A perfect 10. Nothing gets me going more than a guy who can’t fight.” Mads’ features immediately lit up from their previous concern, attempting to suppress the grin threatening his features only to eventually give into it a mere few seconds later. Following the other male’s statement, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the flirtatious nature of him; ABSURD it seemed for someone in the stranger’s predicament. “No. Stop - stop it- don’t DO that.” The grinning beneath the ice pack the blond currently had held to the other male’s face made him grimace despite his own nose being intact, as is he felt the pain the smile must have caused just by being witness to it. In turn, a little more blood flowed down from the raven-haired male’s nose and down his cupid’s bow, immediately being swept away by Mads’ tissue wielding fingers to combat it falling. “I’m afraid to say, it’s TERMINAL. You’ve got…” Dark eyes redirecting to the clock hung high on the bathroom wall behind him, Mads confirmed the time of 01:21 with himself before glancing back. When did it get so late? He made a mental note to text his friends that he’d abandoned somewhere at the party in order to take a piss, only to have come across a bloodied Theo on the way that he was still around. “9 minutes to live. This is easily the WORST case I’ve ever seen.”
And even though it caused him another sharp pain, Theo couldn’t help but let out a short, gleeful laugh at the response he got. He couldn’t even defend himself from the comment, it had been set up too perfectly. He knew, in truth, that this wasn’t a good example of his fighting abilities, but he almost admired the tease the other had thrown at him, and didn’t want to argue against it. He bit his lips shut when he was chastised, trying to keep his grin from showing. His brows furrowed in curiosity, surprised by the response he got, until the full answer came out.
“9 minutes?” He let out a slow sigh, starting to tilt his head back down a little to ease the ache settling into the base of his skull. “Well... At least I’ve got good company. You’ll stay with me, right?”
Honestly, for a night that’s peak moment had been getting punched in the face, things were really starting to look up for Theo. There was a joke floating around in the back of his mind, something about ‘blahblah maybe I’ve already died, because you look like an angel’ but he hadn’t found the right setup for it yet.
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