lxstman

[lxstman]

ephcmere​:

                       closed   starter   for   @lxstman​  ,   isaac   lahey

BLONDE  WAVES  BOUNCED,   as   the   werewolf   maneuvered   her   way   around   the   crowds   forming.   normally,   festivals   weren’t   really   her   thing,   but   she   could   think   of   worse   things   to   do   with   her   time.   erica   had   been   making   her   way   past   the   booths   of   games   that’d   been   set   up,   only   pausing   when   an   all   too   familiar   scent   caught   her   attention.   it’d   been   years   now   &   she   probably   didn’t   even   really   have   the   luxury   to   consider   him   her   pack   anymore,   but   she’d   know   him   anywhere.   gaze   moved   around,   attempting   to   stay   as   nonchalant   as   possible,   until   she   saw   him.   ❝   isaac,   ❞   she   called,   tone   bold   to   ensure   he’d   hear,   as   she   approached.   ❝   ——   holy   shit,   it’s   really   you.   ❞

   isaac froze in place when he caught whiff of that scent, the one that haunted his dreams most nights now, reliving a life he was trying to grasp was actually his. he turned around, eyes widening at the sight of familiar blonde hair and eyes that he’d know anywhere. “ erica? “ he asked, not waiting for a response before he’s walking quick to eliminate the distance between them. “ holy hell, you’re here, “ is all he gets out before he’s wrapping his arms around her and hugging the girl. “ i’ve missed you so much. “ the fact that she was alive in his arms was a relief, after getting back the memories of her dying, of losing his first friend. 

[lxstman]

ephcmere​:

❝   I  AM  ?   ❞   he   sure   didn’t   expect   that.   a   chuckle   managed   to   escape   —   imagine   if   adam   knew   how   old   he   really   was.   ❝   how   old   are   you   ?   you   seem   young   too.   ❞   he   countered,   his   curiosity   about   this   male   growing.   brows   furrowed,   a   frown   appearing,   as   he   took   a    sip   of   his   soda.   ❝   i   don’t   understand,   ❞   he   admitted   as   he   other   attempted   to   explain.   ❝   why   don’t   they   just   bring   you   a   coca   cola   instead   ?   if   i   asked   for   coke,   i   surely   want   a   coke.   ❞   was   he   overthinking   it   now   ?   definitely.   ❝   oh,   uh,   i   live   in   the   dorms.   at   university   of   washington.   ❞   he   never   thought   he’d   say   that,   but   at   least   attending   school   helped   his   image   of   normal.   ❝   so,   kinda   far,   but   not   really.   ❞   he   liked   to   wander.   ❝   what   about   you   ?   ❞

   “ i’m twenty five. basically dust. thirty is so close. “ he complained, taking a sip from his own bottle and making a face. mentally, he felt like he had been alive for far too long now, but physically he had barely aged. “ yeah, well, you should take that up with the soda industry, they’re the ones monopolizing it. “ adam didn’t seem to take it as weird anymore, figuring that maybe jack just hated not having so many choices, he could relate to that. “ a student. what’re you studying? i use to go to med school, few years back now though. “ he sighed, thinking about his unfinished degree, it was too difficult at the moment to return to a normal life but he had hopes for one day maybe. “ i live over in arwen properties, the woods basically. it’s nice, i like it a lot. “

[lxstman]

searchinghearts​:

“no, just someone who comes here often,” lando said, unperturbed. “pro-tip - you hang out in the same place every night, doing the same thing – people will notice. you want to avoid people and setting off alarm bells? you gotta move around a bit. take it from me - i’m used to running away from people and things.”

he gave him a smile. “good to meet you, adam. i’ve been here for just about over two months. so… what’s your story before you turned up here?”

  adam nodded, he knew that eventually it would attract attention to always be showing up in one place, but he had hoped it would attract the attention of the people he was looking for. “ maybe i should try the other bar in town. maybe a library? think they’ll let me sneak in a flask? “ he joked.    “ the classic deadbeat dad, actual dead mom. “ he paused, a wave of grief hitting him again before he collected himself. “ i have family out here i’m looking for. what about you? “

[lxstman]

( pale arms covered in goosebumps, long sleeves and scarves in summer, claw marks on a wooden door ) –– && it looks like isaac lahey has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from teen wolf ). although known as a werewolf back home, here they are a/an twenty one year old waiter/student, known to be loyal, but insecure. they were coaxed here with the promise of their loved ones. they remember leaving for france with chris.

tw: 2 second mention of past abuse/death

from what point in your characters canon are they taken from?

end of season 3, before season 4, aka right after isaac leaves to go france with chris- he doesn’t have any memories of what happened in france.

gender/pronouns

cis man using he/him. ( also identifies as bisexual

anything else you’d like to add!

in his fake life, isaac had an older brother but his fake mother was still aliveand he hadn’t suffered most of the ab*se he did in the canon. however, upon arriving and getting back his canon memories, isaac feels almost like his old memories are nightmares that he can’t shake, and that added with the werewolf thing popping up means he has a lot of trouble sleeping lately. trying to just work to finish school with a psychology degree even if he’s no longer sure what’s real and what’s fake.

[lxstman]

handsbloodied​:

there was a long list of faces that sam did not want to see here in woodshore. some who had made the cut so far: ruby. michael was another name on the list, one that was far more intimidating, and it was impossible not to stiffen at the mention of the archangel. “i… i’m so sorry, adam. we didn’t have another choice.” it was a piss poor excuse and he knew it. there was no good explanation, no solid reason.

   “ no choice? “ adam echoed, hand gripping his bottle tighter as he tried to not let his emotions overwhelm him. “ that’s what you say when the store is out of something. not when you forget your brother in hell. “ his voice is shakier now, eyes starting to well up as he comes face to face with sam, having rose out of his seat. “ you were there, sam. you knew what was in there with me. i kept waiting, because you both are the only family i have left. when did you stop trying? a year in or two? “ his voice cracks as the tears start to flow a bit more, and fuck he’s mad that he’s always been bad at holding in how he feels. 

[lxstman]

ephcmere​:

❝   OH,  THANK  YOU,   ❞   he   grinned,   elbows   resting   on   the   countertop.   ❝   i’m   twenty.   ❞   technically   not   a   lie,   because   he   looked   it   despite   the   fact   that   he’d   technically   only   been   on   earth   for   three   years.   that   was   probably   one   of   the   few   things   he   would   withhold   the   truth   about   —   how   would   he   explain   that   to   anyone,   let   alone   someone   he   just   met   ?   ❝   a   pepsi   only   town   ?   strange,   but   thank   you,   ❞   he   nodded,   as   the   other   —   adam   —   turned   to   order   him   a   soda.   ❝   i’m   jack,   ❞   he   offered   a   smile   as   his   glass   was   set   in   front   of   him.

   “ you’re so young, damn. “ he said with a small laugh, a bit jealous to see someone so young and seemingly full of a positive attitude, he had missed ten years of his own life, all that chipperness was shoved out of him before he had a real chance to experience it. “ you’ve never heard of a pepsi only place? it’s like, when you go out and ask for a coke but they say is pepsi okay? it’s not, but you say it is because they have a deal with the company. “ he tried to explain before shrugging it off. “ eh, nevermind. you live around here? “

[lxstman]

hypnctics​:

      the laugh is an icebreaker, releasing the tension from her shoulders. the last thing she had wanted was to bicker over a bar stool. bright emerald irises linger on his expression, her words failing her for a fraction of a second. ghosts ?? of course, he was messing with her. she could tell from the conspiratorial way he leaned towards her. but for the briefest of moments, she wondered if he knew. if he suspected like she did. if he saw the shadows that weren’t there like she did. blinking rapidly, she shakes off the thought and matches his stance, leaning forward as if to join in on the secret. “you know i can’t but…i can smell something-” lydia takes in an exaggerated breath, locking her eyes with his. “i think it’s called bullshit ??”

  adam laughed, breaking eye contact to shake his head and take another sip of his drink. “ it’s only as bullshit as you being a natural redhead, “ he countered, looking back at her with a smirk on his face. he knew ghouls existed but the reality behind actual ghosts still confused him, having only ever read of the monsters that spirits become- and the new names they take on when they do. “ but feel free to keep sitting there. i’m sure they won’t haunt you.”

[lxstman]

ephcmere​:

BROWS  FURROWED,   especially   at   the   invitation,   the   sudden   change   of   mind,   apparently.   jack   wondered   why   that   was,   but   at   least   this   man   was   being   friendly.   he   offered   him   another   nod,   before   realizing   he   was   still   standing   awkwardly.   ❝   i   don’t   have   a   fake   id,   ❞   he   responded,   before   taking   a   seat,   finally.   he   probably   should   have   one,   but   all   in   all,   he   had   no   use   for   it   &   it   always   seemed   so   —   dishonest.   ❝   a   pepsi   sounds   nice,   though.   do   you   think   they   have   coca   cola   here   ?   ❞

    “ you don’t have a fake id. there’s no way you’re twenty one, you barely look nineteen, dude. “ adam teased, it shifted into something a bit more confused when the other man actually asked about ordering a soda. god, weird. “ i think this might be a pepsi only town. but i’ll buy you one. “ he motioned over the bartender to order the other a soda. “ i’m adam. “

[lxstman]

hypnctics​:

        she’s not really bothered with the bars in town - her focus has been on finishing her latest paper. but now that she’s turned that in, she figures she’s allowed to let off some steam. the bar is busier than she’s expecting, full of faces she doesn’t know and admittedly hasn’t really tried to get to know. there’s an empty spot though, down the end, and she makes her way towards it - gesturing to the bartender as she does so. the redhead is about to slip into the seat when the man beside her takes issue. “it’s also the only empty one.” lydia turns her gaze on him, slender frame leaning against the counter. “so unless you can point me towards the person occupying it, you’re going to have to deal.” 

   adam laughed, closing his book and shifting to lean against the bar and look at her. she seemed like a fairly sweet, a bit cute if he really was thinking about, and he couldn’t help but want to mess with her a little. “ well. it’s kind of hard to point towards a ghost, isn’t it? unless you can see them. “ he said, lowering his voice as if he was telling her a secret. 

[lxstman]

searchinghearts​:

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ – lando calrissian

“it is now,” lando said, sliding shamelessly into the seat and looking the guy over. 

it wasn’t the first time he’d seen him here – in fact, lando had seen him turn up almost every night, without a companion. “listen, i couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here a lot. same seat, same drink, same generally unhappy air. maybe a change in routine could help. despite what everyone thinks, drowning your sorrows doesn’t actually work. trust me, i’ve been there.”

he held out a hand. “the name’s lando. i take it you’re new here.”

adam was taken back by how upfront the other guy was, with all his effort towards keeping an eye on who came around the bar, he hadn’t noticed lando before. “ i’m sorry, but that sounds a little bit like a stalker, doesn’t it? “ he asked, though he didn’t leave, instead turning towards the other, curious. “ i’m adam. i’ve been here a few weeks now, i thought i was keeping a low profile but i guess not.. how long have you lived here? “

[lxstman]

remnants-scattered-through-time​:

Gyro had only been to the railyard tap a couple of times before and it had been to meet up with one of his classmates. And that was actually why he’d gone there that night as well, but when his classmate decided to skip out on him he’d decided that he was going to get himself a drink before he started work on his new blueprints. He was surprised when he saw someone sitting on the stool that he normally sat at but shrugged slightly and walked up to the bar. When he heard the other’s comment he nodded slightly even though he hadn’t seen anyone sitting on the stool when he first walked in. “Right… I had a feeling you’d say that. Don’t worry I’m just ordering a drink and then I’ll be heading over there so I can get to work on my next ‘project’.”

  adam raised an eyebrow, closing the book to turn his attention to the stranger. “ your next project? “ he asked curiously. “ is it the world ending type of project or just a standard run of the mill university project? i think both of those usually require an extra set of hands...but you’re alone. “ he pointed out, nursing his own drink, not acknowledging that he was also sitting alone in a bar reading, a bit like a weirdo.

[lxstman]

undertheviolentmoon​:

Triss had just walked into the the railyard tap, a bar she rarely visits, even though she had to see someone. Looking around, she was trying to find a place to sit when she spotted one. Triss stopped, though, when she heard someone clear their throat and say that the stool next to her is taken. “Sorry abut that,” she said simply, moving to take the next seat over and just ordered a Blue Moon to sip on for the night.

 adam smiled politely back at her, though he felt a bit bad at having been rude to her at first. especially considering she seemed harmless enough, hadn’t even fought him over the chair. when the bartender came back around, he paid for her Blue Moon to try and make up for it. “ uh, sorry. i just, like my personal space a lot. “ 

[lxstman]

ephcmere​:

HE  DIDN’T  BELONG.   jack   kline   in   a   bar   was   pretty   much   the   definition   of   a   dear   caught   in   flashlights.   albeit,   the   nephilim   had   no   idea   what   he   was   actually   doing   here.   he   was   simply   wandering   around   &   managed   to   arrive   here   of   all   places.   in   a   world   where   jack   knew   pretty   much   no   one,   he   spent   a   lot   of   his   time   learning,   exploring.   ❝   i   wasn’t   going   to   —   ❞   he   countered,   brows   furrowed   as   he   approached   the   other.   there   was   only   curiosity   in   his   tone,   head   tilted   slightly.   ❝   are   you   lying   ?   i’m   not   here   to   bother   you,   i   just   —   want   a   drink.   ❞   he   nodded,   hoping   that   that   came   off   normal   enough.

adam glanced up, giving the other a blank stare as he sized him up before he laughed and set aside his book, tugging his jacket off the stool. “ i didn’t realize they accepted fake ids here. “ he teased, motioning for jack to take the seat next to him. if asked, he couldn’t exactly tell you why he felt drawn to the baby deer disguising itself as a young man, but there was something about the stranger that made him let his guard down a little. “ or are you really going to come into a bar to drink a pepsi? “

[lxstman]

handsbloodied​:

the recognition was immediate and sam wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. he reflexively straightened up to his full height, as if to put some kind of distance between himself and adam. it was nothing against his half-brother – it’d never really been a personal issue, even if they were family – but the pure shock of seeing him here and alive. “i…” he was at a loss for words, just standing there for a moment. if it was possible anywhere, it was here. woodshore had never followed the rules. “how did you get out?”

 the younger man tried to not take it personally when he didn’t get a warmer welcome from sam, he figured that the other probably remembered a lot of what had happened- though when sam asks how he got out, he grimaced. “ michael. he didn’t explain why and now he’s longer up here. “ adam tapped the side of his head with a knowing look. “ i’m guessing i was naive to think it was you who helped us. you really did leave me there to rot? “ 

[lxstman]

handsbloodied​:

the first time that sam caught a glance of him, itw as out of the corner of his eye and he assumed it to be nothing more than a mere coincidence. adam was dead, after all. he had been left behind in hell – in the cage – years ago and that was the end of the story. the itching feeling in his gut had him glance over at the man a second time, this time his gaze sticking as he recognized him. adam. certain of it, despite the nauseating feeling that it triggered inside of him: memories of the cage better left behind. he stepped up next to his younger half-brother, not sitting down next, needing to be absolutely sure. “adam?”

  the voice caught adam off guard, he would recognize it almost anywhere- he heard it still in his nightmares sometimes, when their periods in the cage had lined up. blue eyes turned their attention up to look at the person who had spoken to him, his half brother. “ sam. “ his voice had the slightest tremble to it, despite the fact that he had been looking for his brothers, he hadn’t been prepared for what he’d say when he found them. “ i have a knife on me. if you want to test. i’m *real*, i swear. “ 

[lxstman]

    adam turned the page in his book and reached for his beer, taking another sip of it as he continued reading. to most, he probably seemed distracted and at ease but the man was aware of every time someone left or entered the railyard tap, body tensing up slightly if someone got too close to his perch on the edge of the bar. he’d become enough of a barfly here the past few weeks that the bartender mostly left him alone, not bothering to ask why he sat there night after night, glancing up every time he smelt smoke. as someone approached his perch, not seeming to take his hint, he cleared his throat loudly. “ stool next to me is taken. “ @woodshorestarters

[lxstman]

( scarred hands wrapped in medical tape as they tremble slightly, bright blue eyes that carry the weight of centuries, wrinkled photograph folded over and over again ) –– && it looks like adam milligan has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from supernatural ). although known as THE FORGOTTEN WINCHESTER back home, here they are a/an twenty six year old hunter, known to be SENSITIVE, but BLUNT. they were coaxed here with the promise of FINDING A FAMILY AGAIN. they remember CLIMBING OUT OF THE CAGE.

tw for mentions of hell 

from what point in your characters canon are they taken from?

end of season 14, right before season 15. so he was able to leave the Cage, but doesn’t currently still have michael using him as a vessel. he’s been out of cage for a few months now. 

gender/pronouns

cis man using he/him pronouns.

anything else you’d like to add!

adam has most of his memories still which feels like a curse ( he has a lot of nightmares about the cage ) & is seeking out his family in woodshore. 

while in woodshore, he still considers himself a hunter though he’s begun hanging around bars enough to consider putting in an application, a mixture of knowing eventually one of his brothers will walk away, and just needing an escape from spending hours in the forest.