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hailtotheking-krov‌:

To be fair–… Devon honestly hadn’t realized be was doing any kind of staring until be was already caught in the act. He’d swear he wasn’t gawking. He’d been so lost in thought, and his gaze had fallen on Yvrim. And shit, if he didn’t just remind him all to he’ll of someone he used to know. It had caught him so by surprise, that he had kind of just froze a second. He was collected now though, giving a little bow of his head in greeting, “Huh. Shit, a few centuries, eh? What brought ya back?”

A shrug left the male’s shoulders as the other questioned why he was there after being gone awhile - truthfully, Yvrim didn’t want to be there but he knew that for his ultimate goal, it was necessary. But he wasn’t about to discuss that with a vampire he didn’t know, as he knew that his very line of thinking could get him in trouble. “I figured it was about time to give my proxy a break,” Yvrim spoke, slight smile teasing the corners of his lips. “I’m the councilman for Greece.”

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madds-stone-mafia‌:

“You read my mind, friend. All this old stone broken and the beams that hold this place up brunt to a crisp. Beautiful,” he toasted the other before taking a healthy drink from his glass. “We’re older then this place, you know that?” He shook his head. “We used to be the most power creatures on this planet.” He took another drink before looking over to the other. “The fuck happened?” He had to laugh.

A slight smile teased his lips as his friend painted the picture, but Yvrim could only think about those inside - he would only wish to burn the place down if all of the slaves inside were freed, but that wasn’t something he could speak about. Not in such a public venue. “Greed and genocide,” Yvrim answered blankly, knowing full and well just what it was that had led the vampires to ruling and not dragons. After all, he was quite older than the other and he had seen a lot more in his life - he had been alive when dragons flourished, he had seen the greed of people and vampires and witches as they saw the power of a dragon, or its talons or fangs or scales... and he saw how slowly their numbers began to dwindle until dragons practically had to hide to avoid extinction.... or offer their services to someone of power to avoid being taken or killed. “It’s a sad truth, unfortunately, but our numbers are far smaller than I am comfortable with. I doubt there are only a handful of us older than a thousand that are left, and the younger ones know nothing but this world.”

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leviathanzeus‌:

“Yvrim.” Zeus sighed, because he felt that his lover wasn’t understanding where he was coming from. But he hated the pit feeling that appeared in his stomach whenever he and Yvrim weren’t on the same page or were arguing. He just looked at his lover and nodded his head, because that was all he could do at the moment. “Who else will be in your bed?” He looked at the other with a curious expression, because he didn’t have a problem punching people’s lights out for Yvrim, but he knew this was a new environment and maybe Yvrim did things different than what he did when they were at home. “Don’t answer that. I don’t even want to now.”  Sighing softly, he looked at his lover and gave a sad look. They have never hidden their love before, hell their neighbors used to come over a lot for Superbowl games and random Saturday BBQ’s.

He easily let the other grab’s his hand and he gave back a soft squeeze. Of course he loved Yvrim with all his heart still - couples had disagreements, but it didn’t take decades of love away from their relationship. “Yes?” He replied to Yvrim’s ‘Hey’, he met the man’s gaze and it made him fall in love all over again. Those eyes reminded Zeus on why he loved, cared, and felt safe with Yvrim. Zeus listened to every word, never breaking eye contact, or letting the man’s hand go. “I love you.” He said it now, because he was preparing to put back up his walls so that the other’s didn’t catch on to their relationship. “I would do anything for you.” Yvrim knew this and this feeling only got deeper as years passed. “But when all of this is over I want to have a baby. That’s my only deal.” Zeus’ cheeks slowly expanded into one of his goofy smiles.

Lips pursed together as Zeus spoke, knowing very well that he wouldn’t like the answer - but his lover had known before that he was hedonistic, that he craved pleasure, as that was essentially what Greece was. It was why their friends in their home never questioned their relationship, merely thinking it was a fling and not anything as serious as it was, because things in Greece were just so carefree compared to the rest of the world. Still, feeling Zeus give his hand a reassuring squeeze was comforting and it had him smiling lightly before he spoke and told him that he loved him. “I love you, too,” he stated simply, only for Zeus to continue speaking... and giving him a proposition that he never thought he’d hear him say.

“I...” Would he want to have a child with Zeus? Of course he did. The idea of having his own whelp, of furthering the draconian future, was indeed something he wished for. But it was dangerous. Not only would black magic need to be necessary for Yvrim to impregnate someone, but it would be necessary to allow Zeus to become pregnant - and he wasn’t even an Omega that could naturally conceive, so more magic would have to be used. “I want that more than anything, my love but... do you know what you are asking? Black magic is not something to fool around with, and what you ask... it calls for a great deal... Far more than it would for any other vampire to impregnate someone.”

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maleko98435‌:

Maleko would admit the other’s couch looked plenty big, but he thought they would feel confined and besides the bed gave more possiblities. He chuckled at the question and shrugged. “That’s up to you man. I’d prefer ya naked, but I always prefer men that way.” He looked around nodding and gave a whistle at the bed. “You weren’t joking that’s orgy sized.” He had had something very similar at his own home. 

A low chuckle left his lips as the aswang began to move to peel off his clothing, finding the other’s honesty refreshing... and something he quite admired. Once his shirt was removed, revealing his tight, taut torso, he began to work on his pants. “I happen to enjoy men that know what they want,” he spoke, fingers undoing his belt with ease before he tossed it aside, the buckle clanging against the wooden floor. “And even more men that aren’t afraid to voice such things.”

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callme-oliverbardot‌:

Oliver was making a bush like more vibrant and alive, hisbface was close to the painting to see details of what he was doing. He hadn’t heard anyone approach, but he was usually good at hearing when someone was near. But of course the painting distracted him. He jumped a little when he heard the throat clearing, causing his to gasp softly. But he smiled when he looked to see a handsome blond behind him. “You scared me!” the elf said with a small laugh, setting his brush down. “Thank you for saying so, I’m just trying to get a feel for a spot I think might become my favorite to paint in.” He looked around at the lush garden around them. “Oliver Bardot.” He smiled, but bit his lip in a more shy manor when the other moved closer to him. “I, uhm, I just arrived early this afternoon.”

Originally posted by ill-call-you-by-mine

“My apologies,” the male spoke, snow turning into water droplets as it neared his overheated skin, landing upon his bare chest as raindrops. “But it really is beautiful.” The man was obviously talented, and he had a feeling that he had been brought to the castle because of his talent. “It’s a pleasure, though, Oliver.” Moving to offer a large palm to the other, hint of a smile teasing his lips, Yvrim had to stop from finding the boy so damn endearing. “I’m Yvrim. I was planning to go for a short flight when you caught my eye.”

New Muse || Open

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kkang-zi‌:

Kang reached out to grasp Yvrim’s hand in a handshake. He remembered those hands, the same ones that had thought him a different way of moving — of fighting. Different styles that the kirin was not used to and marvelled at when he realised how beautiful it could be. It had been an exhilarating few years spent by the other man’s side where he did his best to learn as much as he could. 

“You’re too kind. It’s only because I had a good teacher,” he smiled back at the other man. Yvrim always had a genial air about him and it was nice to know that he had not changed. 

The kirin’s hand left Yvrim’s and lifted to the collar around his neck. “This is unfortunate…” he frowned and a light flush dusted his cheeks as he tried to keep his anger in check. It was embarrassing for the other man to see him like this. “I did not think that you would be the type who would come to places like this,” he added in an attempt to steer the conversation away.

As someone that has lived a long time, Yvrim was someone that knew a great amount of people and while there were some he were happy to see... there were a lot that he wouldn’t wish to see in this position. And it saddened him to see one of his kind with a collar around his neck, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not when he could smell the Danish councilman upon the other, practically marking him as his.

“You flatter me too much, Kang,” he spoke, looking at the student he had under his tutelage - one of the few that he trained that hadn’t been a slave at the time he trained them, and someone that he enjoyed being with. If only because, the first time he met him, it felt nice to hear his name pronounced correctly after years of hearing other species attempt and fail - the draconian tongue was certainly a language of its own. “But I am a councilman.” A councilman with his own plans. “And I’m in search of a new champion to groom and fight in my name... all because a young kirin refused.” Words were light, playful, teasing, and he hoped that the other male wouldn’t dare question him further.

After all, he wasn’t in the right place to tell the other truth - that he was there to try and abolish slavery altogether, and he would free slaves, in his own way, until then.

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titus-scanlon‌:

“Difficult might be the right word for it.  Headstrong is another one I’ve heard.”  Some masters didn’t like that Titus only followed their rules when he had to or until they’d made it crystal clear they wouldn’t tolerate disobedience on certain things.  Even then, he didn’t necessarily offer blind obedience, instead being sneaky about things when he had to be – probably the reason he’d lasted so long in Krovs.  He quirked an eyebrow as Yvrim stood, the witch dropping his head back against the couch to keep his gaze locked on the master’s.  “You could have just asked yourself, since you seem so eager to get your hands on me.”  There was a bit of a playful bite to Titus’ voice, the slave reaching out to tug at the older man’s towel in order to get him closer, though a heated glint in his eyes when the movement had the added bonus of tugging Yvrim’s towel down a bit.

Feeling the witch’s fingers brushing against his taut abdomen as he grabbed the towel and pulled him closer, the master could only smirk his lips as he stared down at the other, the thick trunk of his imposing cock now exposed to the air... hinting at just what lied underneath the towel. And he had yet to achieve any amount of stiffness. “Perhaps with how headstrong you are, I was worried you’d say no simply to be difficult,” Yvrim stated playfully, fingers itching to touch the other... but not yet. It was clear that TItus wanted to play a game... and that was something he wanted to keep going. After all, he had a feeling that the end reward would be well worth it.

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soldierboyjasper‌:

Jasper wouldn’t get become reliant on Yvrim, he just simply never did well with people. He was very introverted, and it took a lot for him to go out and ask questions and just be comfortable around others. It was programmed into him that other people weren’t ever a permanent part of your life, with how quickly he lost past friends it sort of put him in that head space, but he would soon learn he wasn’t at war still, but it didn’t mean the castle wasn’t just as dangerous.

He nodded, “I’ll try to be civil, no matter what.” he promised, after all he knew he’d still have to work to keep Yvrim interested in keeping the claim, he’d heard rumours of masters getting bored of their claims and putting them back into the undercroft.

“Rules on my training? Anything I should know? Anyone I should look out for that isn’t a fan of yours? Will we.. Fuck?”

It was hard, he knew, to try and seek out others because he knew what it was like to not sure what anyone was thinking. And he knew that in the castle, there were bound to be plenty of untrustworthy individuals. But he was confident that Jasper would be strong enough, smart enough to weed those out. After all, Jasper wasn’t a mindless yes man and that was part of the reason why he liked the boy.

“For five days a week, I want you to work out two hours a day. One hour of cardio, one hour of strength training, and I suggest you alternate what parts of your body you work on. One day you can work on your arms, the other your legs,” he started. “We need to work on your body and your stamina before we can focus on training you completely. As for anything else you need to know?” he paused, hint of a smirk teasing his lips. “One of my former champions currently works here. He’s a leviathan by the name of Zeus. Seek him out, and he can help train you too.”

He wasn’t going to tell the boy about their true relationship, not quite yet, but he would eventually. “As for your last question... yes, indeed we will. Not every day, and only when we both wish for it, but it will happen.” After all, the very fact that the boy was asking told him that he was interested. “But before we begin to shed our clothes, I have something to give you.” Turning towards the coffee table, he grabbed the boxes that contained the ring and the earrings before he turned back to Jasper. “Do you prefer hand jewelry or earrings?”

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leviathanzeus‌:

Zeus decided to keep quiet, because he wasn’t going to let this place ruin many years of love and happiness. He didn’t know what to say, because right now he wasn’t agreeing or seeing things his lover’s way, so he figured that it would be best to keep quiet and not let anything upset him even further. Because his patience had it’s limits too. He didn’t reply either to the other’s question when he finished explaining why he didn’t want marriage. Because at the moment he didn’t know what was enough for him, so he just crossed his arms, as a defense mechanism, and watched the other man.

“Vampires and staff don’t usually love each other, Yvrim. They don’t normally live together outside of the walls. I am sure they are purely fucking. Not making love like we do.” He sighed. Shaking his head he was over this arguing and debating. “Fine. Yvrim. Do whatever it is that you please.” Zeus was being slightly bitter, but at the end of the day he always had Yvrim’s back and would dive off of the top of the castle for Yvrim - if it came to. “And don’t use that ‘you’re your own man’ babble on me. You and I both know that I would fight an single army for you.” He sighed and looked at the other. “I am only here for that purpose then. No sexual endeavors, no listening to vampires, or being their servants. Only freeing slaves…. and cooking.”

Having known the younger hybrid for many years now, Yvrim knew when Zeus wasn’t speaking the entire truth... and he knew very well how to read the leviathan. A deep sigh left the blond, able to tell that his love was frustrated - and while he could understand, as he knew that Zeus was certainly a physical lover, he only wished that the male could try and see it from his point of view. That he was there to free slaves, much like he had with Zeus all those years ago. “I’m aware of that, Zeus... but that doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to do anything. We can still do much as we had before... You may just have to spend more time in your own room,” or in others’ rooms, he thought, though didn’t say - he didn’t want to upset his lover, “in addition to being in my bed.”

A small smile teased his lips as Zeus spoke, saying that he would be there to fight an entire army for him, and he moved to grab his hand. “Hey,” Yvrim spoke, hoping to catch the other’s gaze as his reptilian eyes settled upon the other’s. “I want you to be happy here, alright? I know that may be a difficult thing, given the situation I’m putting upon you, and I’m sorry for that... but don’t think I am trying to force you to do anything or that you aren’t allowed to do what you wish.” And while he hoped that Zeus would understand that he would have to listen to vampires or risk being thrown back into captivity... he didn’t speak it. “Or that you cannot speak to me about such things. We’ve only survived this long because of open communication, honesty, and love.”

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Shirtless Charlie Hunnam on set of ‘King Arthur: Legend of The Sword’

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titus-scanlon‌:

Titus didn’t mind the thought of getting his hands potentially bloody – a fight like that would be an outlet, at least, and violence had never been something that the witch shied away from.  Training and fighting would keep him focused on something and out of trouble at Krovs – for the most part, anyway.  Getting claimed would come with its own problems.  There was the slightest flicker of amusement in Titus’ eyes and the witch snorted, purposefully giving the master a once over as he crossed one leg over the other.  “Polite’s not the word most people would use for me.”  The slave replied, shaking his head.  “I’m getting a nice view from here, anyway.”

“And what word would it be that they use for you?” Yvrim asked, eyebrow curling in curiosity as he moved to lean further onto his elbows, hint of a smirk teasing his lips. “Difficult? A handful? Good... That I can deal with.” That, to him, told him that someone was still willing to fight for something. And that was always a good thing when training someone to fight. Fingers drummed against the arm of the chair, though, before he rose to his feet and stood before the witch. “And while I’m sure your view is nice... would you like a better one? All you need to do is ask... or even act.” His words were nearly daring as he took a step closer, the towel that hung around his waist within reach of the other, and Yvrim’s reptilian eyes burned at the proposition, curious to see what this witch would do.

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krovs-angelis‌:

Graham watched in astonishment as he worked with the fire. It was an amazing gift. He reckoned, if he could choose to manipulate an element, it’d be fire. There was so much potential with that. “And, you have the ability to… shift? Forms? You have wings?” he asked curiously.

One thing Yvrim always enjoyed was showing off his heritage - he was proud to be a dragon, proud to have been born one and proud of everything that came with it - as he knew that not many had the opportunity to see such a thing. “I can...” Yvrim spoke as he walked to his kitchen to pull out a bottle of blood wine, dated centuries ago and spiked with the blood of the now extinct dire wolf. “But I feel it may be because I had been hatched a dragon. Or perhaps because I’m old enough that I can tap into the magic that allowed me to retain my heritage after I received the bite.”

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maleko98435‌:

Maleko was joking, but at the same time serious. He’d never really tried it at Krov’s but at home when he’d ever really wanted something he had gotten it with relative ease. Light in a vampire’s suite seemed odd but he knew vampires were different with their tolerance to the sun. He mulled over the choice for a moment and smiled. “I think two guys our size ain’t gonna be comfortable on a couch no matter how comfortable it may be. Besides what good is a massage if ya can’t stretch out and be comfortable.” 

The larger male could only chuckle as the other began to explain that two guys their size weren’t going to be comfortable on a couch - and he wanted to argue, as his couches were quite large and extravagant, but he had a feeling that this would lead something far better suited for the bedroom. “Mm, then I suppose it’s a good thing my bed is bigger than a King, then?” he spoke as he began to lead the slave to the master bedroom. “Now, how would you like me? My shirt off?”

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callme-oliverbardot‌:

The first thing Oliver did when his plane got in was buy more oil paints. He’d packed his isle and a few canvases had been brought up to his apartment in the staff quarters of castle. There were three things he wanted in his apartment. A library, a piano, and room to paint. He set his things up as soon as they arrived, he needed to make himself feel more at home. Get inspired to teach and to fill his studio with paintings. He felt nervous about being in a place like this, so maybe painting would help him clear his mind and forget about his nervousness. 

Oliver decided that he needed to set up his paints outside in the garden. He set up his aisle and canvas. He set up his paints and a few brushes too, only bringing what he needed. He began to paint the garden, adding in things that were there, but things he wished were. He was lost in his art and didn’t realize that someone was walking up behind him. 

Originally posted by callmecharmie

Though the temperatures outside were frigid, Yvrim knew that he wanted to venture out and enjoy being outside in the sun. Even if it was detrimental to him, and caused him to weaken after prolonged exposure, he still needed to feel the sun upon his skin. It was just something about him that he enjoyed, feeling the warmth of the sun on his cheeks and feeling the breeze beneath his wings. Walking out of the castle, shirtless, he first decided to head to the gardens to simply enjoy the beauty that was Krovs... but what he hadn’t expected, of course, was to see a man standing there painting.

Walking closer, he admired the easel from a few feet before he cleared his throat. “It’s quite beautiful,” the aswang spoke, moving to take a step closer to the young elf. “You are obviously talented.”

New Muse || Open

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kkang-zi‌:

practice | yvrim & kang

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Kang was in the gym that evening in his usual spot in the corner practicing on a wooden training dummy. His arms were moving fluidly between the jutting poles as he swayed with the motions. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead as he kept going, the kirin having not stopped for close to two hours in an attempt to tire himself out. He had been getting more of the shakes recently since Louie’s return, the blood bond he had with the vampire was doing its job in reminding him that it was not going anywhere.

The muscles in his arms were straining to keep up with him and he landed one last blow against the dummy’s centre before he moved back and almost fell back onto the ground. His chest was heaving and he brought a hand up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. It was then that he realised that someone was watching him, a relatively normal occurrence in a place like Krovs. He turned to look at the other man, wanting to see if it was a master or slave before he decided if he was going to smile or not. 

“Yvrim?” the name left his lips in surprise when he recognised the man for who he was. “Wha… What are you doing here?” he asked incredulously.

Though Yvrim was a man with a client, and a slave of his own to teach, he still found himself with plenty of enough time to partake in a few sparring sessions of his own. In the gym he and a guard, one that was a gargoyle, began to spar with one another. It helped to keep Yvrim loose, to keep him fresh, and he smirked as he found a way to get the upper hand. With his hand on the other’s wrist, he moved to strike at the other’s ankle, causing him to buckle immediately and he was quick to move away and behind the male, stance ready.

After a few more moves, the guard forfeited and he gave a nod before his eyes caught something... special. Something he hadn’t thought he’d seen. Taking a step closer, he watched as the hybrid worked against the wooden dummy and he smiled lightly as fond memories of time passed came to mind. It wasn’t until the male spoke, though, that he took a step forward. “Marveling your technique... Clearly you improved.”

Offering his hand, Yvrim gave Kang a charming smile. “It is good to see you again, Kang... though I wish it hadn’t been in this predicament.”