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of course i have a lot of pent-up rage you fool i’ve been the same height since i was 12

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non-lip kisses are my absolute favorite. absentmindedly kissing the back of someone’s palm as you hold hands. chaste forehead kisses and brushes against their cheek. silly boops on the nose. kissing fluttering eyelashes. neck kisses that barely touch skin but are no less passionate. kisses on collar bones or exposed tummies. sloppy kisses at the corners of someone’s mouth. kissing each and every fingertip with a delicate touch.

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A life without collecting trinkets is no life at all

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“ shut up and let me help you. ”

Blood Prompts II Accepting

It was an unfair advantage. As soon as they pulled out an iron knuckleduster and swung for his face, Paul realised the fight was over. Between the sting of its bite against his mouth - and the element it was made of - he was forced to retreat. Fucker! If they were anywhere else but a public space, his rival would no longer be breathing. But a few beachgoers were already staring over at the commotion, wondering what was going to happen next. They had no idea how lucky they were tonight. With a low hiss, the blond covered the burning wound with his hand before retreating over to his motorbike. He ignored the way they laughed, knowing that there was always another opportunity to rip them apart -- limb by limb. Vampires never forgot a face, no matter how much time had passed. He was already placing them on their next feeding list, anticipating the moment he would return the favour. Right now, as he brought the engine to life with a swift kick, the only thing he could concentrate on was returning home. Like an animal with its tail between its legs, Paul sped off with a permanent scowl on his face, ignoring the way his bottom lip throbbed.

As he sulked back into the cave, a firm - yet concerned - voice from a nearby armchair asked him what happened. Try as he might to skim past her, Halia refused to let him disappear so easily. As she repeated her question, Paul knew there was no choice but to offer an explanation. He could never be rude to her; she was always nice to him. But he remained stubborn, shrugging one shoulder as he attempted to brush over the topic. "Nothin' happened," he answered, knowing for a fact that she could see his own blood spattered across his face. There was no way to miss his busted lip and blistered skin, either. And yet he wanted to divert any attention away from it. Never mind the visible damage inflicted upon him, it was his ego that was heavily bruised. "Can we leave it?" He mumbled, rotating the spiked bracelets on his wrist for lack of something better to do. No can do. Her intense stare was enough to rumble him. "I just got into a stupid fight, okay? I'll be fine--"

He soon found himself seated on the armchair whilst Halia pulled up another chair, pressing a wet cloth against his skin. It was another fight lost. She could be terrifying when she wanted to be - the only person allowed to tell him to shut up - and Paul decided to give in rather than face her wrath. The coldness soothed the burning, but the pressure made him hiss. "What happened to tender lovin' care?--ow, okay, sorry!" He tried to laugh, but the movement made his pain worse. So he lightly huffed, risking a small grin. "How's it lookin'? Most importantly, are my teeth still there? I'm not losin' my signature smile because of some bozo..."

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The Lost Boys by Daniel Krall / Tumblr

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me admiring a beautiful man: wow he sure does have a vulnerable looking throat, huh?

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i refuse to apologize for being weird or offputting actually that's your problem i'm having a fantastic time

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( Had a lovely hike recently and met a friendly face on the way 🐂 )

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don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that

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[ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder // paulie!

Quiet Muses Prompts II Accepting

His rock box was on low, humming out INXS from where it sat on a small stack of plastic crates. Usually the vampire had it cranked all the way up, but he decided to let the others rest this morning. That, and Dwayne had already threatened to stake him if he disturbed his sleep for the third day in a row. For once, Paul listened; his brother always stayed true to his word. Whilst they were tucked away at the back of the cave, he remained awake in the main lobby. There were some areas where the sunlight struggled to touch, and one such place was the alcove he currently kicked back in. It was a mess of drapes carefully hung up to conceal a premium mattress - stolen from a bed found in one of the many collapsed rooms - as well as various decorations that Paul added. They ranged from a broken record player, stacks of vinyls, posters of rock bands, many beer cans, and articles of clothing he never wore. He wasn't as much of a hoarder as Marko was, but some of it was positively him.

Right now, the vampire had his blazer draped across his lap and a needle with thread held in one hand. He was shit at sewing - that was usually Dwayne's talent - but he wanted to repair a huge rip on the sleeve. It had gotten caught on a tree branch during their feed last night, after chasing his victim through woodland. His appearance was the least of his worries, but because he struggled to sleep, Paul decided to do something productive. Almost like counting sheep, he hoped the task would be repetitive and boring enough to lull him. However, all he wanted to do was give up and wait until Dwayne was awake to fix it for him. Just as he was about to stab the needle into one of the drapes in frustration, one of them was pulled aside to reveal a mop of curls.

"Oh hey, bud," he greeted Mapplethorpe with a curious expression, offering him a soft smile. "I thought you were asleep. Strugglin'? C'mere -- sit with me," as the blond approached, Paul scooted over to give him room until they both comfortably fit on the mattress. "It must be a bitch for you right now." He picked up the needle once more, finding his place again. Even as Mapplethorpe rested his head against his shoulder, the vampire continued rambling away. "I remember being restless when I was first turned. My head felt like it was on fire all the time, y'know? So sleep was the last thing on my mind!" Chuckling, he focused on the stitch as he continued. "And then...the tiredness hit me like a sucker punch. I think I lost two days..." after a while of talking, he realised how quiet Mapplethorpe was. Glancing down, he noticed that the blond had closed his eyes. Doing his best to avoid jostling him, the vampire grabbed a nearby blanket and placed it over his form. He'd have to wake him up at some point to move but, for now, there was no rush. He still had a blazer to try and repair.

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STARTERS FOR QUIET MUSES

note: actions are from the receiver’s pov. send ‘reverse’ to change perspective GENERAL: [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine [ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder [ need ] for your muse to come to mine for help  [ want ] for your muse to show up in mine’s room in the middle of the night [ shower ] for our muses to bathe together [ flower ] for our muses to grow something together [ peak ] for your muse to teasingly sneak up on mine and put their hands over mine’s eyes  [ hike ]  for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere [ sleep ] for our muses to wake up in the same bed  [ caress ] for your muse to hug mine without explanation  [ kiss ] for my muse to kiss yours forehead [ assist ] for your muse to help mine with their appearance (braiding hair, fixing tie etc) [ first ] for our muses first kiss [ hurt ] for your muse to find mine injured [ heal ] for my muse to treat yours injury  [ scream ] for our muses to find something horrific  [ body ] for our muses to stumble on a crime scene [ martyr ] for my muse to die/almost die for yours [ sob ] for my muse to open up about a traumatic experience  [ share ] for our muses to share something for survival (food, water, body warmth, clothing etc) NSFW: 1. for your muse to give mine oral  2. for my muse to finger yours  3. for your muse to top mine  4. for your muse to pull mine’s hair  5. for your muse to tie mine up  6. for our muses to have drunk sex  7. for the morning after a one night stand 8. for my muse to wake yours up with sex 9. for my muse to spank yours 10. for your muse to tease mine/withhold orgasm 

WORDS:  “  stop.  ” “  please.  ” “  i want you here.  ” “  i don’t know how to talk about it.  ” “  we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk.  ” “  you can trust me.  ” “  please, trust me.  ” “  just talk to me, please.  ” “  i love you.  ” “  i hate you.  ” “  will you stay with me? just for tonight.  ” “  i don’t want to sleep alone.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  stay.  ” “  just go.  ” “  i don’t know how to ask for help.  ” “  tell me something good.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ” “  help me.  ” “  you’re safe with me.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  you don’t need to protect me.  ” “  tell me why you stayed.  ” “  why should i trust you?  ” “  i believe you.  ” “  i need you.  ” “  i just want to be needed.  ” “  i have nothing left to give.  ” “  i don’t know what to say.  ”

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Queer as in gay, yes, but most importantly, queer as in unusual, strange, creepy, odd..

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✨Arcade dreams✨

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How do u deal with your problems?

I don’t 

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