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[dreamily] not only is he amoral cruel violent and manipulative, he’s also extremely annoying in his day-to-day interpersonal conduct

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Ell laughs, a little flustered. “Why, sure you do.” And it’s true; he thinks Kaz has a particularly sweet face, nevermind their energy. He has a sort of magnetism that surely must make for great stage presence—he could find out if he goes to their show. He’s still thinking about it. “And it has a nice ring to it, besides.” When Kaz compliments Louise’s name, Ell beams; he picked it himself, after all. His face falls considerably when they mention their boyfriend having passed. They’re not sure what the social protocol is here, but Kaz brought it up, so clearly he’s okay with it being mentioned? Not wanting to pry, he nods thoughtfully and tries to just breeze past it. “I dunno much about cats, I’ve never had one. Louise is actually my first dog… we never had pets growing up. My mum’s studio was in the house and if there’d been a single stray hair I think she would’ve imploded.” “–Oh! Here we are.” They suddenly stop in their tracks, turning to look at and then gesture to the corner storefront. Lo and behold, they’ve arrived at the café and with only one near-collision. Ell doesn’t make a move for the doors, unsure whether he’s meant to accompany them inside to keep chatting or if that would be presumptuous… They like talking to Kaz, though, and he was just headed home when he’d asked for directions so it’s not like he has anything better to do at the moment.

"don't you think i look like an angel?" he says in lieu of answering the question. they give his best puppy dog eyes as he looks down at Ell, a grin slowly forming across their face. of course he's not going to answer directly---he can't exactly without giving themself away and he's not about to tell someone they just met that he's a nephilim. still, teasing about it won't cause any harm. he bats his eyelashes. "i think i look like an angel. s'what my fans call me anyways. my band thinks it's relatively fitting. they agreed when i came up wit' it." then again, it isn't like they didn't know he was a nephilim---the only person in the band who wasn't of the supernatural is Andrei and he was around the supernatural growing up anyways. they're all privy to it, so they were all very understanding (and amused) when Kazimir came up with the band name. "nah, he still travels," he shrugs a bit, looking around to ensure they're still safe as they walk. nothing bad has happened since that car got too close to Ell for his liking. thank god. "he likes what he does. i used'ta join him, o'course, but i had bigger dreams for myself. he's been my biggest supporter, though. i love my dad, he's a great man." he thinks August was happy, too, that Kazimir wanted to get away from it all. "Louise?" he repeats with a laugh. "that's a wonderful name for a dog." they grin, shoving his hands into his pockets as they match Ell's step. "my cat---her name is Stripe---she was my boyfriend's cat, actually. he loved her to pieces. i took her when he passed away, said he wanted that for me if it ever happened. we used'ta joke about it, didn't think it would ever happen. still, Stripe is a good cat. she doesn't like'ta do much, yanno? cats are... well, cats. she just sleeps most of the time."

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↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  a  collection  of  100+ question prompts .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )

you’re leaving ?

can you shut up ?

are you  [ name ] ?

who am i to you ?

why should i care ?

can i come inside ?

did i do something ?

you don’t trust me ?

can we make a deal ?

are you lying to me ?

are you free tonight ?

are we going to die ?

can i come with you ?

can we call it even ?

you stay here , okay ?

you think i’m stupid ?

can you stitch me up ?

are you doing alright ?

is that … my shirt ?

who takes care of you ?

have you seen yourself ?

what took you so long ?

can’t you see i’m busy ?

who do you think i am ?

why are you helping me ?

are you happy with him ?

are we having a moment ?

are you listening to me ?

how are you so arrogant ?

how did you afford this ?

what are you doing here ?

is this all in my head ?

why won’t you look at me ?

are you here to kill me ?

do you want some company ?

are you from around here ?

do you need to lie down ?

are we on the same page ?

why didn’t you defend me ?

are you sure you’re ready ?

where is this coming from ?

where were you last night ?

you wanted to talk to me ?

will you PLEASE be quiet ?!

what was i supposed to do ?

why do you look so guilty ?

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

why did you bring me here ?

are you looking for someone ?

since when does that matter ?

why do you put up with me ?

THIS is your breaking point ?

what can i say to fix this ?

do you think i deserve this ?

hey ,  hey ,  are you with me ?

why are you leaving so soon ?

what do you get out of this ?

[ name ] ,  what have you done ?

do you have a minute to talk ?

did you ever actually love me ?

do you need somewhere to stay ?

why don’t you ever listen to me ?

do you hear yourself right now ?

you knew & you didn’t tell me ?

do you want something to drink ?

when did you know you loved me ?

when was the last time you ate ?

what’s your favorite scary movie ?

do you want to get out of here ?

why is this so important to you ?

can i at least buy you a drink ?

how can you think this is funny ?

are you sure you’re up for this ?

are you trying to start something ?

what are we supposed to do now ?

can we at least try to be civil ?

why won’t you just leave me alone ?

are you thinking what i’m thinking ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

why can’t you just stay out of it ?

you’re not bailing on me , are you ?

how long have you been lying to me ?

can you keep your eyes open for me ?

how long have things been like this ?

why is this suddenly such a problem ?

what ,  am i supposed to be impressed ?

do you ever wish you could run away ?

you’re going to believe them over me ?

why are you looking at me like that ?

why can’t you just tell me the truth ?

why can’t you ever take responsibility ?

what can i do to make it up to you ?

can we put this whole thing behind us ?

i’m coming to get you , where are you ?

can you stay ? just for a little while ?

why won’t you let me be here for you ?

when are you going to forgive yourself ?

is that what your nightmares are about ?

what kind of person does this make me ?

where are we supposed to go from here ?

are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?!

why can’t we just talk like we used to ?

why do these things always happen to me ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ?

why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ?

why haven’t you been answering your phone ?

what was i supposed to do ,  let you die ?

can you just listen and do as i say for once ?

what do you mean ,  you’re not coming back ?

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

you’d tell me if something was wrong ,  right ?

where do you go when you space out like that ?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye ?

you’ll stand by my side no matter what ,  right ?

what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ?

i need you to sit up ,  can you do that for me ?

if you have nothing to hide ,  what’s the problem ?

you really don’t care about any of this ,  do you ?

can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ?

you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually ,  right ?

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"What about the angel bit?" He carries on walking, completely oblivious to the fact that the other had possibly just saved his life—at the very least, they'd saved him the unpleasantness of unnecessary hospital bills. He might be doing pretty well for himself, but his insurance isn't that good. "Makes sense, if you've moved around a lot. That sounds cool, though... Does your dad live overseas still or is he in the States someplace?" They're aware they're being a little nosy, but Kaz hasn't seemed to mind yet. "That's great– It's good to have a pet, I think. I'm a dog person myself, I've got a lovely lady named Louise." He laughs to himself, amused at the accidental alliteration. "A big hairy mutt, she is, but she's a real sweet girl. What's your cat like? She has to be pretty calm to like traveling, right?" It all comes out like one long run-on sentence; Ell's having a nice time, which means they're getting talkative.

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"thanks, i came up with it myself. my dad always said i'm like a paradox so, it just seemed fittin' to include that." he doesn't mention the name was literally named after himself---he is a paradox, but also in that he's half angel, something that shouldn't exist but does. he amused himself when he came up with the name, thinking "no one will ever figure out what it means" and still to this day, no normal human has figured it out. there are, of course, the case of other beings like himself that catch the humor in his band name, but that's rare and few in between. when Ell crosses the street almost instantly without checking, Kaz worries. he follows after a little hesitantly and glances to his right where a car was no doubt on the way down to hit him. he stops the car with a flick of his wrist and sends it back down the road. he knows the people in the car are going to be confused, but there's no way they're gonna know it was him. that way, when Ell looks back, it'll be as if the car was too far away to be of notice. then, he continues on as if nothing had happened. "our first tour's in the US considerin' it's where we live, but in a'couple months, we're gonna go over seas to England to perform a'bit. me dad sponsored our trip," he says with a grin. "i can't wait ta'go. i miss being home." he hums, reminiscing for a moment. "i don't really consider myself stable... i don't really have a home, but England is as close to what i'd call home to anythin'. it's where i grew up and it's the only place we stayed for longer than a year." the dog question catches him off guard making him laugh. he follows up beside Ell, casting a glance down at him. "yeah, i like dogs. i've a cat though. she likes travelin', don't worry."

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💐   to   give   my   muse   a   bouquet   of   flowers.

for Tommy obviously djfkladjf ehehehe

"...For me?"

They must be for him; there's no one else around, and Kaz is extending them in his direction. Still, he's a little stupefied as he grabs hold of the bouquet, inspecting the arrangement wordlessly. It's a variety of different flowers, most of which he probably couldn't name under duress. They're pretty things, though, and vibrant too. Tommy thinks that's appropriate, considering it's Kaz who's picked them out.

No one's ever thought to give him flowers before. If asked any time before this moment, he would've said he didn't care—but whether it be because of the gift itself or because of the person giving it, he feels very passionately about the matter now.

"No one's ever..." Tommy trails off and, in a flash, surges forward to encircle Kaz in a big, squeezing hug. The cellophane wrap around the bouquet crinkles where it gets squished against their back. He looks up at him, smile still all lopsided and dopey. "...Thanks. I really really like 'em." (As if that isn't evident.)

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no one: 

no one at all:

my muse:

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— LOVE IS IN THE AIR!

Valentine's   Day   starters.   Send   me... (Send   🔄   +   any   emoji   to   reverse   the   outcome.)

❤️   to   give   my   muse   a   box   of   chocolates. 💐   to   give   my   muse   a   bouquet   of   flowers. 🎁   to   give   my   muse   a   gift   of   your   choice. 🍬   to   give   my   muse   some   Valentine's   Day   candy. 💋   to   share   a   Hershey's   kiss   with   my   muse. 😘   to   share   a   real   kiss   with   my   muse. 💞   to   be   my   muse's   Valentine. 🍷   to   go   wine   tasting   with   my   muse. 💕   to   give   my   muse   an   amorous   massage. 🍿   to   watch   a   romantic   comedy   with   my   muse. 💌   to   write   my   muse   a   love   letter. 🍪   to   bake   cookies   with   my   muse. 💓   to   go   on   a   romantic   outing   with   my   muse. 🍫   to   feed   my   muse   chocolates. 💃   to   slow   dance   with   my   muse.

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thinking about she/it andy… werewolf gender ramblings under the cut bc i got carried away thinking about my darling label-less creaturegirl

andy's gender identity and relationship with herself have been core ideas in her character development from the get-go, and i've always understood her as distinctly outside of the binary, but i've never tried to put it to words before? owing in part to the fact that i've never pinned down what pronouns it might prefer, but i had a eureka moment today. she won't bring it up herself, but on the off chance she gets close enough to someone who also has a Weird Gender and it comes up in convo she might open up a little about pronouns and gender things. maybe. her IC grasp on the matter is much less developed than mine though, lol.

it doesn't have a specific label for its gender, but it won't correct anyone who assumes its a woman. for her it's less about actively identifying with transness and more about a feeling of disconnection from concepts of gender. this echoes how her identity as a human was taken from her when she was turned! despite its discomfort with (and fluctuating hatred of) the fact that it's a werewolf, it conceptualizes itself more as a beast than as any human gender so it reclaims its ferocity and bases its iteration of girlhood on that. it's all about the dichotomy and the sense of agency she finds there... all while outwardly performing traditional femininity, not to uphold any social contract but because that's what it knows and enjoys.

also thinking about how this all plays into her being a lesbian and what that realization looked like for her... she probably thought she was asexual until her late teens, exacerbated by her traumatic turning in her preteen years. still unsure how/when precisely it realizes it's gay, but it definitely never had a moment where it "realized" it wasn't a woman. she just never felt like one.

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Just as Kaz tries and fails to pretend he doesn’t notice Tommy’s wandering eyeline, so too Tommy pretends he doesn’t notice his subsequent blush. He keeps his eyes directed away from them, looking pointedly towards the end of the alley. It would probably be more convincing if there were anything interesting going on in that direction; as it stands, there’s not much to look at besides the dumpster and the worn brick exterior of the venue. When Kaz announces the time, Tommy sighs in relief. “Thank God, man. I mean, I like performing, but– Y’know.” He’d rather stay out here. He can’t bring himself to come right out and say it, even if it would be a simple statement of fact. He actually doesn’t like performing, not anymore. His manager says it’s too early in his career for him to be getting burned out, but her word doesn’t make it so. The exhaustion of performing all the time—even off-stage, portraying the version of Tommy Gnosis that people seem to want—combined with the drama he’s been dragged into lately adds up to a childhood dream that’s lost its sense of magic. He’d rather avoid the limelight, but he’s starting to gain momentum and he’s not sure what he would do with himself if not this. He doesn't say any of it, well aware he's verging on pity-party territory. Poor me, I'm an up-and-coming musician who can't handle fame. He just slumps against the wall a little more, deep in thought, and eventually glances back over at Kaz. "Kinda excited for you to see me play. Can't promise I'll be as good as you guys, though." He's teasing, but he means it too. "You rock."

Kaz pretends not to notice the look, though his cheeks betray him by turning a slight shade of pink. he's never been able to pull off being oblivious---they suppose it has something to do with his "special abilities"; that being his innate ability to pick up on other peoples' emotions, as well as their attempt at being subtle. perhaps it's also because he'd been trained at an early age to study other people, so the brief glance doesn't go unnoticed and unfortunately for Kaz, despite all the training they've done, he's never been able to completely hone into his own emotions---he struggles to keep them under control and that includes his embarrassment. still, he chooses to ignore all of this, biting his bottom lip to hide a smile (that obviously doesn't work either---he's really bad at being subtle, too). "i think it's genetics or somethin'," he explains with a shrug. doesn't really explain anything considering Tommy doesn't know he's in the presence of a nephilim, but still. "he was only like... twenty-one? when he adopted me, i think. so, yeah, he's not that old." he doesn't go into much more detail and pulls out his phone after a moment's hesitation. they unlock the screen and squint at the bright light it protrudes. "...it's just after seven," they tell him before locking his phone and sticking it back into his pocket. "that means you've got a little bit o'time to spare before you're on." personally, Kaz is excited to see Tommy perform. he always enjoys watching other people perform, do what they love, and it almost always makes Kaz excited to perform again, too.

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also! always always always feel free to reach out via IM if you want to chat about our threads or anything at all really, i’ll still be around checking in even when i don’t have the time/energy to get responses out :-)

changed the info here and my mumu to officially say that we're low activity. idk how i expected to stay on top of rp things during the semester... wishful thinking i guess!

i'll be chipping away at replies/answering asks when i have the time, and trying my damnedest not to fret about the time it takes me to do so. this may mean it takes a week or more for me to get to things when it used to take a couple days. it may mean i drop little threads i no longer feel muse for (i encourage you to do the same!). it definitely means i'm prioritizing things i'm genuinely interested in exploring.

we're here to write and develop our muses and have fun, not to stress ourselves out even more than we already are. reminder both to me and you <3

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no talking stage I pull u towards me by our red string of fate and then we kiss on the mouth

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Vampire (angry): can you please stop moaning you’re making this weird.

Me: yeah ok and the person sucking on my neck ain’t weird at all.

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Arthur is not at all surprised to be proven right; this man is clearly not fond of touch in the slightest. Though discomfort radiates off of him, he finds it interesting that he still doesn't move to pull away. Arthur doesn't extricate himself from him, though he does lighten his touch. Small mercies. If he really hates it so much, clearly he's capable of defending himself... The thought amuses him, though he doesn't let it show. Best not to laugh while the other man is still thawing out from whatever state he'd been in when he found him. "Oliver." He says it slowly, like he's trying it on, focusing on the physical shapes the syllables take in his mouth. He had always been passively fond of the name. It's a classic. They're very nearly at the shelter now, and as it grows in their line of sight Arthur realizes that he's not exactly sure what his plan is here. If he's trying to eat the man, he really doesn't need to bother helping him get cleaned up. But he'd rather get to know him a bit more, do a little information gathering, have a little fun. It's not often he stumbles on someone covered in blood like this. He's bored, and for a human, Oliver is awfully interesting. "Here we are, then." He says it with a smile.

the touch startles him. he almost withdraws himself, ready to hike up his shoulders and run for the hills. but something keeps him grounded despite the cool touch that bleeds into his skin. he doesn't like it, but he doesn't complain or pull away despite the evident discomfort. he hates it and yet he does nothing to stop it. it only further proves that he is not all there---any other moment of the day and Oliver would have ripped himself away completely and stumbled his way into explaining why he couldn't handle being touched without actually explaining anything. still, his shoulders stiffen, the muscles tense even as he allows the stranger to lead him away. for a brief, terrifying moment, Oliver is back at home at thirteen years old, forced to meet Jeffrey's "work friends" with his hand at the middle of his back, forcing him to act like his life was completely normal, as if his stepfather hadn't murdered his mother six years prior. the sound of the man's voice pulls him back into present, azure eyes blinking the fog from them. "wh---? oh." he takes in what he says, briefly stealing a glance at him before nodding absently. he looks in the direction they're heading---he can see the shelter close by. he wasn't being lied to. his shoulders relax, but only a little bit. still tense, he replies distantly, "Oliver---m-my name... is Oliver."

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continued from x w @angelparadox

Spending time with Kaz proves to be a continually clarifying experience for Tommy. The longer he spends in the other's company, the more he realizes how much he really enjoys being around him—and the more comfortable he gets with that feeling. He feels safe with them. While he's still trying to work through his feelings, that's more than he could ever have said in the past; growing up, he'd always opted for the bury-them-as-far-down-as-they'll-go approach when it came to confusing or uncomfortable emotions. But he owes it to himself—and to Kaz, to an extent—to put in the effort. Sitting in this cafe with him, he realizes he wants to hold his hand. So, he pushes through the anxiety and asks. The reaction of surprise is both warranted and understandable; he knows he didn't handle the suggestion very well when the shoe was on the other foot, but while he may have been too scared then, he isn't now. When Kaz nods and sets out his hand, he grins. Their blush must be infectious; Tommy feels his face heating up as he places his own slightly shaky hand over theirs. It's easy, this simple touch, but it makes him feel like a whole migration of butterflies have taken up residence in his guts. With his free hand he takes a sip of his coffee, but even that doesn't will away his big smile or the pleasant nervousness. "This is. Nice." That's the understatement of the century, but he feels like he ought to say something.

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