micahblake

[micahblake]

Sir - That was odd to hear, considering Micah always introduced himself just that -- Micah. Perhaps he didn’t know him, or maybe he was just afraid. The last thing he wanted was for the boy to feel timid around him, but decided on letting him do his work. He, on the other hand, wanted to know who decided to make a mess in the middle of a dressing room. As the boy spoke again, breaking his chain of thoughts, Micah glanced back at him while pulling his shirt on. “To be honest, I just walked in here and saw that. I’m guessing this was their idea of some gross prank, which did not work and they need to work on their pranking skills.” he added. While Micah had contemplated a shower here, he decided it was best to just go home and unwind. “Do you need any help? I can grab some cones to place here so no one slips over the wet surface after you’re finished.” he offered.

[micahblake]

As he shifted positions, that’s when his own smile faltered upon seeing him and rather than saying much, he only grits his teeth together. His eyes raking the male closely now. “Did you do something wrong?” he knew that those who rebelled, those who spoke out, and those who tried to fight back always, always got something coming to them. It was never a good something either, but what could he do? He could not save them, nor could he make them understand. “Come with me, I can get you some decent clothes. But in return, i’m going to ask something of you. Not a sexual favor of any kind so you don’t have to worry about that.” he added as if the other needed the reassurance.

[micahblake]

“Are you actually asking me this?” he asked in response as his face turned to watch the other’s. He was clearly drunk, that much was sure, from the compliments spilling from his lips, and it made him wonder how the demon could even see straight if he was so intoxicated. “Please, continue with the compliments, they’ll take you everywhere.” he teased, however it was never the eyes anyone complimented. It was always his freckles, or his hair, so this was new and he liked it. He watched Andrei despite the fact that he had turned his head and was not watching the sights from the window. And as his hand lay on the inside of his thigh, he didn’t move it or question it really. Instead, his hand was placed on top of his own, his fingers brushing against the skin on the back of his hand. Waiting for his next move; Who knew with this one.

OPEN: masters

“In a city with literal human slaves, how curious it is I find myself in a car with you, another Master. Not to mention one as handsome as yourself.” They were drunk on the way back from the club. Andrei himself was high. (Not that it was anything extraordinary for him. Though it did make him that much more promiscous. ) “I fucking love your eyes,” he purred as he leant across the seat to lick up the man’s outer ear. He pulled back, laughing and then glanced out the window as the city passed by. That was Andrei, a million miles a minute. Never in one monent for more than a second. True to that, he placed his hand on the inside of the man’s thigh without so much as a word or a glance, like he was sharing a secret desire with him, a private act hidden by the dark of the car’s interior.

[micahblake]

It wasn’t his usual place to be-- or hang around. He hated the place, but he had made a few friends behind those cell walls. Ironic, wasn’t it? To leave his friends there. However the person he was looking for had been rented and he could only wish for the best for him. Just as he was heading out, he heard a voice call out-- to him? Or just anyone? Rounding the corner until he approached the male that had spoken out, Micah watched with arms crossed. “Oh, it’s actually the first rule. No shirts allowed.” At this point he was just messing around, but if a shirt is what he needed he’ll get him that. “Usually everyone should start off with a shirt. What happened to yours?” he asked.

There he sat, all by his lonesome with nothing to entertain him but the spiders that crawled across the ceiling of his cell. Occasionally one would spin down towards him only to quickly retract back up into it’s silver web. Even the spiders didn’t want be near the disgusting cell floor. Letting out a heavy sigh, he saw a shadow walking around just outside the corner of his view. Fuck it, he thought, might as well spark up a conversation in this dreary place with these despicable creatures. “I’m starting to wonder,” Ellis mused, playing with the hair on his chin. “does anyone own a bloody shirt around here or is it a requirement to look like you just stepped out of one of those shitty Twilight films?”

[micahblake]

He needed a good work out, but that was due to the fact that he had been bumming it out the past few days. Despite his abilities, he still needed to keep in shape, with all the beer, he felt like he was losing shape. Was that even possible? When he looked at himself in the mirror that morning, he was beginning to think it was.

He had managed to get a good few hours in before he realized he needed to eat. (the irony) and headed into the locker room. Upon entering he noticed a puddle of--- “----Please tell me that is not pee.” he points out and when he heard someone walk in he spoke up once more. “Watch out, wet spot.” not that anyone would need the warning, but in case someone did slip and hurt themselves, he did not want to be responsible. All he could do was shake his head at the idiot who decided to leave the mess behind and felt bad for the person who’d be cleaning it.

[micahblake]

“Use that opening line on me and i’m pretty sure i’d agree to buy you coffee every day for a week straight.” alright, this wasn’t the conversation he should have been listening on, but since it was happening right before him, he couldn’t help himself. Not one to enjoy their circumstances, he wasn’t really sure how to fight against it either. Not that he would try or anything. He finally peeped from behind the bookshelf he was standing around. “But for real, anything I can help you with? The last thing I need is to be referred to as a fucker when I haven’t done much.” Upon seeing the familiar face, he understood why Lysander felt the way he did. Then again, it was usually him the other tried to keep out of trouble..

“So I’m not saying I would suck a dick for a cup of coffee right now, I am just saying it would be a deal I would consider.” Lysander shrugged as he put another stack of books into the shelf as he talked to the other slave with him. “I mean they already gave me a shit job here in the library, least they could do is give me coffee.” he flipped open a book and scanned the page with his eyes. Not that he could read it anyway. A punishment from early on in his days at the slave house. A vampire had made him forget how to. He never bothered to re-learn. No point. “Fuckers.” he muttered under his breath. 

[micahblake]

While he would love loved to chat, he was on a race against time.. unless -- Just then a thought had hit him. “Actually I believe they are serving an all you can eat buffet today. Would you like to go?” he asked. At least this way he could at least get the officer to go along with him. It wasn’t technically cheating but when the law was involved, it wouldn’t count against him either. “But of course if i’m remembering the wrong day, then i’ll buy you lunch. How does that sound?”

[micahblake]

- NS

Requested by anonymous

[micahblake]

Bellamy Blake in every episode: 1.02 Earth Skills ↳ “We’re stronger than you think. Don’t listen to her. She’s one of the privileged. If they come down, she’ll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore. They say they’ll forgive your crimes. I say you’re not criminals. You’re fighters, survivors. The Grounders should worry about us.”

[micahblake]

— Nikita Gill

[micahblake]

Micah had to stop himself from collapsing against the bigger male. “As long as you won’t erupt any time soon, then I apologize on my behalf.” Honestly, he was just having a little fun, but that fun turned into something more competitive as in who could get to the mockingbird the fastest which was followed by the last one there will have to give into submission for two weeks. “I was only trying to make it to The Mockingbird--” he explained as his eyes caught sight of his badge. “--Officer.” he added in due respect, just so he didn’t irk the officer more than he already had.

“Whoa, watch it, buddy!“ Ano yelped, managing to dodge the body that nearly collided with him. “I’ve got a cup of joe hotter than Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD.” Not that he was personally there for that, it just happened to be the most metal volcanic event he could think of. “You got some place you’re in such a hurry to be, huh?” After making sure he didn’t spill any on his uniform, Ano loomed over the other male, hoping his height, size, and shiny police badge would spark a little fear in their eyes. “Any reason you nearly maimed an officer of the law with his own drink?”

[micahblake]

did you see [BOB MORLEY] around town? oh no, that’s just [TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE YEAR OLD] year old [MICAH BLAKE]. they’re a [WEREWOLF] and work as a [FITNESS TRAINER], clearly they’re a master in ashden. word around town is that they are into [LIGHT BDSM, ORGASM CONTROL,SCRATCHING] but absolutely hate [BLOOD PLAY, BATHROOM PLAY, GORE ]. most of the time they are [MISCHIEVOUS & LOYAL ], but on their bad days can be [ISOLATED & AGGRESSIVE]. better watch out for them.

A few basic things to know about Micah. He does things his own way. Would not hurt a slave -- or well, anyone unless they have to in self defense. 

Suffers from PTSD and usually takes it out at the gym rather than on anyone. He’s fought his own personal demons but rather than dwelling on his past, he tries to look forward. 

Which is ironic considering where he is right now, right? 

While he enjoys working out, the major thing you’ll find out about him is that he is a prankster. he enjoys pulling pranks, mainly because it will help a slave out of trouble if they’re ever in trouble. 

He loves sex. Ya’ll need a favor? Just seduce him. He’ll give in easily. 

A sad soul really. But i’m still trying to figure him out so instead of bs’ing on his bio, lettuce plot a few things.

connections- 

FWB - straightforward.

Pack member? I mean can he be a leader of a pack if we don’t have one yet (like bellamy blake being a leader on t100) and he’d be sleepign with his pack because sex. yes. 

Rivals- with lots of hate sex.

Unrequited love. - you love him, feelings are not reciprocated. OR he loves you and feelings are not reciprocated. BECAUSE ANGST. more sadness. 

Someone he’s just consistently pranking. 

Best friends for ever. No lie, this dude is 200 years old. He’s gonna need like a bfffff. (that may or may not sleep together.) 

This is all I can think of at the moment, but again i’m at work, so if you’d like to plot message me. Also, it is I, Andrew’s RP’er so if I cannot follow back it is because Micah is a sideblog. Also, contact me on Andrew, because main blog and all!

Thank you!