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i return post very delayed funeral ✌️ still feelin Not Great but i am doing a lot better

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music to play at a strip club for demons

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my mother passed away today

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whats wrong with you

whatever you want

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all my chrome extensions randomly stopped working after my browser crashed yesterday ( it also wiped my entire history ?? ) & now i have neither xkit nor adblock i'm crying & dying

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@powertobite ➤ no-pressure random starters   ➤ open

the otherwise darkened air of the club is bathed in flashes of light, blinks of pink - blue - red that for less accustomed eyes might be disorienting — but elijah is thriving. this is his comfort zone, his specialty, and for most of the people here tonight the sentiment is shared.

these inter - company get - togethers, where the local male - and female - oriented adult clubs gather for drinks and mingling thanks to the buildings' close proximity to one another, has become almost part of his routine by now. he's carrying a cocktail he's not entirely sure he asked for, the liquid he's trying his best not to spill an almost alarming shade of neon, and he makes a beeline for the nearest table, plays it safe before he loses more than he's able to drink — y'know, just in case it is his own money on the line.

he's pretty sure he's seen the girl he drops beside at these things before, but he can't be sure — when all you can see of someone is a second of their features each time the strobes deign to light them up, mistakes are probably excusable.

⠀ ⠀❛     hey, you o - jesus.     ❜

his eyes have landed on her considerably - taller - than - his stiletto heels.

⠀ ⠀❛     at least they don't make me wear those. how do you guys dance ?     ❜

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elijah but also me

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like this post if you would be okay with me hypothetically posting random starters for your muse(s) !

could be any length, it's just whatever strikes future cole. if i do end up posting one for you & it's a bad time or whatever there's zero pressure to respond quickly ( also feel free to dm me asking me to tweak it if it just doesn't vibe with you ) ! sometimes i just get the urge to interact with your muses & don't see meme / starter call opportunities / i'm not in the space to heavily plot something first so it'll give me blanket permission to just throw something out :D

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tried to search up an elijah song to reblog and found an ebenezer scrooge x reader fic in the tag instead ???

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life is real real rough rn lads

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I am hungry for touch & ashamed to be looked at

— Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die

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@r3dblccd ➤ dark / violent starters   ➤ accepting

his heart is hammering painfully against the wall of his chest, so loud he swears the man must be able to hear it despite the meters between them. his mind whirs in jolting attempts to process what's just unfolded in front of him — the body on the ground, the glint of the blade still in the grip of the one responsible, the hysterics threatening to spill over thanks to the unpleasant stick of wet blood spattered across elijah's face and neck thanks to his proximity.

it's silent, almost too silent — it feels like it's been hours of those eyes on him, the feeling of his continued drawing of breath being debated, but it's likely only been seconds. his self - preservation kicks into overdrive, and when he finally manages to force something resembling words past the lump in his throat ( terror, and adrenaline, and something else, something awed he doesn't want to focus on ), it's quiet, breathy.

⠀ ⠀❛     ... i won't tell anyone.     ❜

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@moonlightviigil / ( cont . )

Aphelios found himself scrambling backstage, he was trying to rack his mind on where on earth he had set his phone. It couldn't have gone far... right?

he twirls the discarded phone from hand to hand, considers, for a moment, simply ducking out of the venue the same way he came in and taking it with him — hey, old habits die hard — but a better look at the man tearing the room apart in search for it has him thinking twice. he hadn't been close enough to recognise the group on - stage, had only snuck in through a rear exit door out of curiosity when the strains of song had reached him passing by, but, well. he can recognise a performer when he sees one.

another moment as he scans for security — he doesn't really feel like being dragged back out, accused of stealing some celebrity's phone when he only almost did — before :

⠀ ⠀❛     looking for this ?     ❜

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What is your animal familiar?

WEASEL. the weasel is a strikingly intelligent familiar, known for its sneakiness and cunning through any situation. they are actually, being a predator, very strong and determined fighters. however, one with a weasel familiar may be easily subject to temptation or an impulsive, do - now - ask - questions - later mindset. they tend to speak their mind, and have a knack for sarcasm or pulling pranks. though your cleverness may help you find a quick way out of conflicts, don't trust your luck too much. a weasel familiar helps their master find clever routes, keeps them precise with their wording, and makes sure that they have a few tricks up their sleeve.

this familiar represents : - cunning - cleverness - mischievousness - confidence - quick thinking - intellect

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    he draws himself up at the query, lets himself fully slip into service mode, and flashes a bright, easy grin.

⠀ ⠀❛     for you, love ? i have all the time in the world and a little more.     ❜

he diverts his attention for only a moment, sweeps his gaze across the room in search of the establishment's procuress — usual routine is for the client to pay the madam directly, with elijah only seeing his cut of his earnings once she deems it time to hand it out, but it's not the first time she hasn't been immediately available, and she'd hate for him to keep a man waiting more than she'd hate him having to bring the money to her later.

with a mental shrug, he crooks a beckoning finger, turns on his heel and leads the way to the decorated staircase that beckons them toward the private rooms upstairs. he saunters, puts that extra sway in his hips as he walks the way he knows draws attention to them, and resists glancing over his shoulder to ensure the man is looking. they always look, he's not sure why he feels the peculiar urge to confirm this one's interest, but something about him feels different in a way he can't quite put his finger on.

once he's finally scoped out an unoccupied room, he pauses at the door for long enough to unwrap the band of silky fabric tied around his wrist to wind it around the handle instead — the sign for occupied, in the absence of being assigned a room by the madam beforehand — before turning back to face him, a touch more businesslike.

⠀ ⠀❛     i'm guessing you know the rules and all. payment upfront once we're in, amount depending on what you'd like. i'm open to most things, but do try not to damage anything permanently, or above the neck at all. the face is my selling point, i'm told. trust me, you don't want those extra charges.     ❜

HIS EYES take in the reactions of the man’s body , as subtle as they are . he finds himself glad to notice that by the time the other is speaking , there’s distinctly less apprehension than he’d noticed when he first walked up . that’s good . even ignoring the fact that nikolai  doesn’t  want to make the man uncomfortable , it also hopefully means there will be the chance for more - - -  OPEN  conversation . 

a slight smile quirks at his lips , compliments he is sure that are flung at every prospective client . although nikolai  does  know he’s handsome , even when tailored as sturmhond , so he figures there’s less of a lie there than there could be . he tips his head in greeting , though he’s currently electing not to give the other his name . 

❝ lovely to meet you ,  ❞ he says with charm , but not so much as to make it seem  GREASY , saints forbid .  ❝ i was wondering if you were free at the moment . for a bit of privacy ?  ❞

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@yrghostie ➤ dark / violent starters   ➤ accepting

    his only reaction to almost tripping directly over the pair of bodies inelegantly crumpled before him is a single, processing blink — and then an assessing glance at who can only be the culprit, unless they're a particularly oddly - dressed witness, considering they're the only other presence in the immediate vicinity. he can't tell their gender under that robe, or much about them at all, really, much less what they'll do next, but ... well, desperate times.

he throws them an exaggerated shrug as he picks over the bodies, rifles through jackets and flips past cards, dollar bills, identification.

⠀ ⠀❛     what ? may as well take their wallets. not like they'll be needing them anymore, and you didn't seem to be doing it.     ❜

he needs money. as of his last batch of unwise substances, he needs it badly enough that he'll, apparently, risk his neck in about seven different ways at once to get it. who knows, maybe the novelty of it all will stay their hand, should they be tempted to sate their blade a little more thoroughly. and if not, well — no more money problems !

when he stands back up, pockets considerably more lined than before, he jabs the cigarette he's been holding between teeth in a pointed gesture toward the corpses.

⠀ ⠀❛     didn't mean to interrupt. i mean, assuming you did this. how're you planning to get rid of 'em all by yourself ?     ❜

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@cruortype / ( cont . )

ᵏᵃᶦᵗˡʸⁿ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᶦᵗᵉ. ˢʰᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏˢ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵒⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵍᵘʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵗᵃˢʰ. “ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵉˡᶦ, ᶦ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵖᵉʳˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʸˡᵃⁿ ᵃ ʳᵘⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ.” ˢʰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒʷˢ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵖᵉᵃⁿᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵒᵖ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ.

⠀ ⠀❛     of course they do.     ❜

    it takes a few long, drawn - out moments for what she said to sink in, still seconds filled only with the sounds of their respective snack - crunching, until —

⠀ ⠀❛     oh my god, wait, really ? i thought they were all into, like, broody ryan. or nick, 'cause he's aussie. don't people dig accents ? me and dylan ?     ❜

then, with some sincere concern for their radars —

⠀ ⠀❛     kaitlyn, tell me our girls are smarter than to single out the two gay guys.     ❜