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[deviatory]

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? Who has had the most influence on you? What is your best memory? (@ Malachi!)

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

// I'm going to write this one because Malachi would genuinely not realise if he did something out of the ordinary. I think as far as mannerisms go, when he's agitated or uncomfortable in a situation he'll tend to become very restless in the legs, which might be as simple as shifting weight between legs to tapping or pawing the ground.

As far as habits go, Malachi even though he lives alone, he has never gotten away from his routine from the days of living with Sarah, his sibling, or the witches. He'll wake every morning at 4 to iron his clothes. He'll always set whatever table he's got for more than one. He'll always buy fresh flowers (when he can) for the room and buy a newspaper even though he no longer reads it, or make sure he has extra and fresh towels folded every day regardless of whether or not anyone uses them. Truthfully it's only a small portion of the routine he originally had, however, he does what he can even if he no longer needs to. It's all he's known.

Who has had the most influence on you?

"I have learned so much from many." Malachi pauses, his brow knitting giving him a slightly confused expression. "There was a time when I was more "reactive" with my actions. Where I would lash out. I was violent. There was a man who I knew, Wesley, who had not been a part of my lord's children. He taught me how to understand, and to give name to my emotions. He talked to me more than anyone else ever had. I respect him."

What is your best memory?

"I was in a field. I was young, running. I wasn't running because I needed to. I ran because I wanted to -- there were also birds."

[vxctorx]

@smallergcd asked to meet Lord Trevor

❝—Father, this is Mr. Lehmann whom I've told you about.❞ Victor's gaze seldom shifts away from Alfred, even as he introduces him to his father, though the latter is far too busy shaking hands with the artist in question to note the plain adoration which lies there. ❝—Ah, I've been wanting to meet you. Victor here is quite enamored with your work, and so is half of London, I have been told. I am an avid collector of the arts myself, and so I simply had to speak to you.❞

[khozmoh1]

cosmo blinked carefully, abruptly grateful that he'd spent the entirety of his mortal life ignoring the usual horrors that his sight afforded him. ghosts, demons, ancient creatures belonging to bygone eras, these were things that had plagued his vision since childhood and his greatest defense against them had been denial. he'd walked through life ignoring the jump scares and the terrors, and the whispers and screams of things that went bump in the night in order to function in every day society, and that was the only reason cosmo managed not to react to the absolute nightmare fuel in front of him.

❝ i'm supposed to uh . . . ❞ cosmo squinted, was that a fucking tongue? ❝ update the security system, ❞ he finished slowly. surely tongues weren't that long, right? jesus fuck, was it moving?? cosmo tore his gaze away and settled on a much more pleasing, though no less intimidating, sight. // @smallergcd , alfred also gets a starter because reasons .

[fcllederage]

@smallergcd sent: [WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead. (from Erik)

With a long sigh of exhaustion, Hyacinthe dropped almost dead on the couch. Her tall heels had remained in the entrance hall, along with her purse, somewhere along her way in the living room. Long legs stretched out in front of her as she looked over at the entrance where Erik was emerging from. In this moment, despite extreme fatigue and struggling to get back up and out of drag, Hyacinthe could not feel more thankful for him.

He was the most patient and kind boyfriend, seemed to always know exactly what she needed and did not need at all times - like being picked up from the cabaret on a particularly long and straining day - and never complaining about anything. No matter how hard she tried to reciprocate the amount of love she received on a daily basis, it never seemed to be enough, and not because he made her feel this way, only because she felt so grateful yet powerless to express it. As the sofa sunk in, Hyacinthe barely had time to open her eyes again before protective arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her in. "Oh my God," she laughed whole-heartedly, throwing her own around her boyfriend's waist. "Thank you for picking me up. You really saved m- what are you doing?"

Without further notice, his hands had traveled up to her cheeks to cup them gently and craddle her face. "Erik? Baby?" she mused, chuckling softly, expecting him to do something, anything. Yet, he just sat there, staring at her as if he wanted to print this vision of her in his mind forever. But Hyacinthe did not understand this - or rather, she could hardly fathom being this important to anyone. Ever. And yet, there he was. He was the only one who never made her feel uncomfortable when he stared at her. On the contrary, he conveyed so much more through his eyes. "I love you too, Erik."

[instituteled]

@smallergcd inquired: ❛ Are we actually having a theological conversation here? ❜ (from Radek!)

"Wʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ? Theology isn't much more than an extension of self and one's view of the world, no?"

It doesn't matter what things exist or what do not: it's always an interpretation. Gods, eldritch beings and all in between have in common that even if one knows, unphantomably, that they exist (or believes hard enough that it comes down to the same thing), one cannot ever conceive fully what they want. If they want anything at all. It's all interpretation through personality, through being raised, through what others tell one, through experiences. But it's all filtered so many times. Even someone such as himself, who's whole idea is to know things that no human being (or similar) should can only guess in such cases.

"It doesn't really make a difference what kind of 'higher beings' exist. Or how many. Not in the sense people act on it. They can justify everything with doing it in service of that, or despite of it, and fully believe in it, but nobody can tell if it actually is. It's like a worm trying to perceive and act according to you, or me, or anyone. The scales are all of. But I'd assume you know a thing or two about trying to achieve something like that?"

[waywardcollective]

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ (Radek @ Eli maybe?)

Dialogue Prompts II Accepting

"What the fuck was that?" Whatever it was, they were as equally shocked as him. The graze marks positioned haphazardly above his collarbone was unexpected, but its creator had automatically drawn back - startled - upon being given an unpleasant taste of his viscous blood. It was different to what it was used to. Despite the revelation that he was safe, Eli was too stunned to move. He was aware that something attacked him, but never had he seen a creature with quite so many fangs. Eventually reaching up, his fingers pressed against the light wound where drops of blue liquid appeared. Nothing major, thankfully; he would heal straight away. But he could only imagine what kind of damage could have been inflicted had he been fully human. Judging by what he saw, it would be a damn miracle if he survived. When his body finally caught up with his mind, the half-Synth located his trilby that was knocked off in the fray and picked it up. He clung onto it like a lifeline, before settling it back upon his head. Pulling the collar of his overcoat closer around his neck, he released a long exhale.

"I...what?" It was all he could manage to respond with as he looked over at the gentleman with an expression of utter confusion. In that single sentence, Eli believed that he was much more knowledgeable about whatever came from the shadows than he cared to divulge. But the half-Synth was certainly going to find out more. "You sound like an expert," he continued, retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket to clean the blood from his fingers. The white cloth stained a bright blue. "Were you...uh - hunting it down?" It was the only explanation he could come up with as to why the other had come along moments after the event. He hoped he was and not because they worked in pairs.

[abetterwor1d]

“You’re bleeding pretty bad.” (from Val)

Red Dead Redemption 2 Sentence Starters / No longer accepting

ㅤWith a dismissive grunt, Arthur responds to the man, " I'll be fine, " His nose got busted during a little bar fight (which he is not sure how it started). With his large shoulders hunched over, he sits slumped on the saloon's stoop. " I've faced worse, survived worse. "

[murdercapitxl]

"Stories about things that go bump in the night," David drawled, a grin gracing his features. Every day, somebody went missing in Santa Carla; it was a notorious hotspot. It made sense for such a bustling place full of tourists to consistently lose people in the crowds. From the deafening music, to the cacophony of screams and laughter, nobody realised until it was far too late. Their faces were then plastered around town and in shops on posters, on milk cartons, for everyone to simply ignore. It was a regular occurrence, after all; a sorry state of affairs. But for the boys, Santa Carla was their playground with easy pickings as they scoured the boardwalk for their next potential prey, knowing that they would get away with it every single time. They led an easy lifestyle - this was their home - and they were never going to leave. So when Marko mentioned that another vampire had stepped foot on their hunting grounds, David decided to finally offer him a warm welcome.

"Santa Carla is crawling with vampires..." he continued, huffing out a laugh. "...or so they say. Locals and their tales, hm?" They were right, of course, but nobody believed the strange folk in this town. It helped that most of them were drunk or hopped up on drugs, so hallucinations were prevalent. A flash of fangs, eyes changing colour, and not to mention witnessing a gang of boisterous boys take to the skies. They were simply asking to be called crazy. But sometimes, it was a dangerous game to play. One of these days, it would all come crashing down around them. Max - their sire - had reminded them of that many times when they messed around too much. Pushing their luck, he repeated like a broken record. Whatever. As long as David was alive, they were untouchable. He protected his boys and gave them the freedom to be the monsters they truly were.

"You can relax," he added with a hint of amusement, picking up on how tense the other was. It was no wonder. Greeting anybody with a warning was bound to be taken badly. But David was hardly known for sugar coating his words, because being direct and to the point always got him results. "You've been here for a few days, right?" He'd been watching the other since Marko alerted him, assessing the male to see who, exactly, he was dealing with. But sometimes, knowing more required a personal visit. "I just wanted to know if you're settling in well." And the best way to do that was approach him in a parking lot, away from prying eyes. It was full of cars belonging to tourists, less than a mile walk from the main strip. Nobody else was around; they had been drawn in by the sights and sounds of the amusement park hours ago. The fun, however, was right here.

"What do you think of Santa Carla? Different, huh?" For a split second, it sounded as though there were multiple sniggers surrounding them. But they soon cut off. And the only one who chuckled was David, a light smirk following after.

Blue eyes narrow in distrust, arms crossing over his chest to buy himself some time as he tries to assess their surroundings out of the corner of his vision ( dagger? on his hip. holy water flask? in his pocket. pistol---. shit, should he have been more attentive? ). " And wha' kind of stories would that be? "

[deviatory]

@smallergcd asked :" it isn't mine. " (Val @ Malachi!) [ blood related memes : accepting ]

There was a pause from Malachi. His chin tilting up from his book towards the smell of man giving Valentin a quizzical look. That fresh scent rising through his nostrils with every flared breath. “Do you say that to comfort me? Or do you want me to be concerned? I can be concerned if that’s what you want.” It was a genuine question. The stench of blood was as common as death. It was not something avoidable. The streets were full of old blood. Yet the scent of fresh blood produced a complex conflict of sensations throughout his body.  With a frown, he turned a page.

“Do you need to talk about it?”

[vxctorx]

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[mxldito]

@smallergcd liked this thang for a starter!

"Careful, baby, I'm a fire hazard." Slipped past the man with a lit cigarette in their mouth. In their eyes, the faces of other vampires were far more salient than the faces of the humans around them. A spot of clarity in a blurry composite of rosy, breathing human faces. Coyote being who they are, followed their curiosity and decided to approach.

Despite their movements to get around him, they didn't just pass by but rather turned back around to get a better look at his face. "Does it end with a 'K'? Is he one. Tough. Cookie? Or does his face just do that?" The questions were wrapped up with a snicker.

"But more importantly, what're you doing here? If you're lookin' for somewhere to eat, I know a place." The friendliness was more of a means of sating their nosiness. Another new face could bring a new alliance as much as it could bring even more mess for them to clean up.

[khozmoh1]

the only source of light in the room came from the computer monitor, bathing the glorified storage closet in a pale blue glow, the gentle hum of the servers lining the walls and the continuous tapping of keys the only sounds in the room. that and the single occupants careful breathing. cosmo, unlike his superiors, undead hadn't quite taken all the way, leaving him with almost all of a vampire's flaws, and very few of their benefits.

still, to quote the prince, he had his uses. one of them being sifting through the camarilla's networks to chase down an unauthorized string of calls and messages. as much as the camarilla would have loved to stay old school, it was practically impossible to exist in a modern city without some kind of technological footprint. that's where cosmo ( and several other indentured servants ) came in. hiding trails, hacking servers and networks, wiping and erasing surveillance, anything to maintain the masquerade and conceal their operations from prying eyes.

cosmo twitched when the door behind him hissed open, the lock disengaging to allow his visitor entry. cosmo glanced over his shoulder at the new comer, his neck audibly cracking as he done so. he didn't recognize him, which wasn't a surprise considering most of the camarilla preferred not to descend into the basements, but still, ❝ you lost or something . . . sir? ❞ the honorific spilled clumsily from his mouth and he scowled, resisting the urge to swear. he really had to work on that. // @smallergcd , i vote that radek and cosmo go on a lil b&e adventure to catch a rat .

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[fcllederage]

@smallergcd sent: “ please, tell me why you’re upset. tell me who did this? ” (( </3 ))

Whenever something happened, something negative, heartbreaking, earth-shattering, Hyacinthe's first reflex was to shut everyone out, refusing to talk about her problems, even when it was someone she trusted. Even if it was the only person in their world she trusted with her life. Even if it made her feel terrible about it, she simply could not help it. For the past few hours, Hyacinthe had been curled up in a corner of their bedroom, rocking herself back and forth slowly, gnawing anxiously on the skin around her nails. She needed something to ease the devouring anxiety and, for the moment, all she could think about was pain.

And she did not need to feel Erik's gentle hands take hers to pull them away from her angry teeth. She did not need his love, his affection. She did not need anything else but the PAIN. When he touched her, her entire body jerked away but she tried to hold off. He did not deserve that. Despite her body trying to tell her it wanted to flee, she forced herself to stay and meet his eyes, a grimace of utter pain and despair painted on her usually soft features. She was completely unable to speak or utter any sound other than a hopeless whimper that cried both for help and to be left alone at the same time.

By her side, a letter, an official one, the first letter she had ever received since officially moving in with Erik. And what a letter. Hyacinthe could not express the way it made her feel. She could not even speak, or reassure him. At this point, she needed him to understand on his own. She needed him to take the letter and read it as she knew she would never be able to voice that without fighting the urge to scream. Even with how hard she was squeezing his hands, at this point, she was still shaking madly.

[fcllederage]

In the café, they were the only couple showing so much affection to each other without caring what others could say or think. They both remained quiet and discreet but obviously so full of love for each other, as if they had just started dating. Hyacinthe did not necessarily need him to sign to them anymore and, even though it solely looked like they were talking to themselves, as Erik could not vocally reply, they could not care less. Whenever he was around, the rest of the world ceased existing. "I love you too, Erik." So much sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.

They looked up, nose briefly brushing up against his jaw, and reached for a kiss that was meant to be innocent at first, until Hyacinthe decided to tease him gently. Their tongue slipped past his teeth for something more passionate, completely disregarding their surroundings, a hand slipping down his neck to reach his collarbone that their fingers delicately stroke. That kiss sent shivers down their spine and they had a hard time remembering they were in a public place full of people. But when they did, the queen slowly pulled away, just enough that their lips parted. "Sorry. I got carried away," they whsipered, their voice a simple breath against Erik's lips. "Your turn."

Their blushing is precious, the effect of his compliments ( of his sincerity because he means every single word, his hands a vessel for his heart ) coloring their skin and drawing his attention towards it. Before he can reply, Erik is already leaning towards them, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek before his lips return to their usual playful grin. [ But it's still true. ] The arm he has wrapped around them slips so that he can brush his fingers of their shoulder and for a moment he is lost in their warmth and softness that the words do not immediately register. [ That is cheesy. ] A squeeze. [ And I love you for it. ]

[petitsdieu]

KARAOKE PLAYLIST. There's something to be said about songs not only people like but would choose to sing during karaoke. Make a list of 5-10 songs your muse would add to a karaoke playlist.

Oops!…I Did It Again by Britney Spears

Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

You're So Vain by Carly Simon

Somebody To Love by Brittany Murphy / Queen

…Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek

Kiss by Prince

You're The One That I Want from Grease

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[waywardcollective]

“You need to rest.” ( from Val @ Elsner? (: )

Prompt List - Concern & Upset II Accepting

"Y' should get yerself off," came the exhausted reply, but there was no real commitment. A suggestion, rather than a command. It had been a challenging day for the leader; there were a lot of things that could have gone so much better. And unfortunately, his mind refused to switch off and instead nit-pick at every part of their most recent raid. He was a fierce protector. Whenever he developed a plan, the safety of his members was paramount over destroying Emotions. From assessing any potential dangers, to making sure there was a quick escape; if the situation became tense, they were immediately told to evacuate and return to base. He covered every possible outcome, every scenario. But tonight caught him by surprise when they were greeted by an ambush. The gang supplying Emotions were supposed to be elsewhere - he monitored them closely - but they had quite clearly caught wind of their plan to descend upon the warehouse. Despite the hail of bullets, his members managed to flee without a single scratch. He, however, was only aware of being grazed across the top of his shoulder after returning to their safehouse and somebody pointed out his bloody shirt.

Adrenaline was certainly a powerful drug.

"I don't think I can sleep right now, even if I tried." A slow laugh followed as he sorted through a pile of papers on his desk, trying to create some semblance of order. But the words were beginning to blur into one and he released a quiet sigh. They were detailed reports of what happened tonight, and he wanted to complete them before addressing everything in the meeting tomorrow morning. Between the pain in his bandaged shoulder, to the headache that was radiating across his temple, he was fighting a losing battle. He felt disappointed, but mostly angry at himself for failing as a leader tonight. Everyone could have been seriously injured or killed because of his rookie mistake. Nobody mentioned it outright - or even hinted - but Elsner blamed himself entirely. And he worried that they would begin to lose faith in him, especially if he was capable.

"I'll be fine, don't y' fuss," a pause as he thought, finally settling his gaze on Valentin. "What time is it, anyway? I thought I was the only one here. Everyone else left a while ago, right?"

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co