#Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily : hybrid

[demcnsinmymind]

@malka-lisitsa continued from here

"Oh, I bet it's a bad idea. Hence the offer."

There is a smile on his face, though the way he assesses her top to bottom is still calculated and sharp, as if looking for something very specific. And the nice thing about her is that he doesn't even have to look for it. It's there, all over her. Age. Power. No warning words needed.

"Tell me, which side do the Mikaelsons fall on? With you? Against you?"

[whygalaxy]

Little Bunny

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Bunny Hybrid!Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} “You were found injured, Quackity is forced to take care of you. He ends up having feelings for you, and you end up going into heat."

♡⃕  TW.} Heat; NSFW; Smut; Breeding Kink; Slight Size Kink; Innocent Kink.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. I'm sorry if this fanfic seems kinda bad, I made it while I was dying (I was sick)

You were found by Sam in the middle of the forest, injured, looking like you had been attacked by some type of predator. You were so small and fragile. A little hybrid bunny, you couldn't stay here alone… Sam felt sorry for you, and decided to help you.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“I’m not keeping her!” Quackity says in an irritated tone while smoking his cigar. Sam lets out an irritated sigh, "Come on Quackity, she's hurt, I can't keep her, I have to monitor Dream!" He counters. Quackity grumbled, rolling his eyes, you were useless to him. You were so small, you looked so fragile, besides being a bunny, what could you do but run and get scared? “Ugh, Right! I’ll stay with her, but if she does anything, I’ll throw her in your face!”

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“Thank you very much again, for accepting me Mr. Quackity!” You say, walking behind him like a begged puppy. Quackity rolls his eyes, it was the tenth time you've thanked him… "Okay, whatever…" He says, taking you to his office, you held a bucket with water and sponge in your little hands. “In order for you to stay here, you have to be useful.” He says, as he opens the office door, he turns to you. “You will do everything I say, do you hear me? I don’t want you to leave this office until everything is sparkling!” He says looking at you, you nod quickly. Your bunny tail was wagging anxiously.

So it was done, you obeyed everything he say. Being completely grateful to him for accepting you, you cleaned, cooked, and even ran a bath for him. Quackity hated to admit it, but he was starting to have feelings for you, you were so cute… you always did whatever he demanded, no matter what it was… He enjoyed your company, your innocent and adorable aura always made him feel better.

Everything was going well…

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“Hey Charlie, have you seen the little bunny?” Quackity asked, worried about you. Little bunny was the affectionate nickname Quackity had given you. You were always punctual, and when you were late, you always apologized, usually you counted too many carrots in your sleep. But you hadn't been anywhere in the casino all day.

“The little bunny hasn’t left her bedroom all day.” Charlie says innocently. Quackity was thoughtful, why wouldn't you leave your room all day?… Worried, he goes to your room, he tries to open the door but… it's locked… He found that strange, you never left your room locked… " Bunny? Is everthing okay?" he asked, but didn't receive any response.

Worried, he takes the spare key to your room and unlocks the door. He enters and closes the door. Only to find you, totally naked, your little fingers inside your tiny pussy, trying to give you some kind of pleasure… Ah, what a lovely sight… You were in heat…

"Little Bunny?" Quackity calls out, you were startled by his sudden voice. You quickly remove your fingers from inside you, sitting on the bed with your legs closed, your cheeks red with embarrassment as you looked at him, breathing heavily.

“My poor little bunny… you need help, don't you?…” Quackity says in a cocky smile, locking the bedroom door. You nod desperately, tears in your big eyes. You needed him to touch you… Fill you…

He walks over to your bed, sitting next to you. You invitingly open your legs, wanting him to touch you, and he does.

He starts rubbing your clit, feeling how wet you were. So he sticks two fingers inside you, they slide in easily because of how wet you were. You moan, never feeling this stretched, his fingers being so much bigger than yours. Quackity moves his fingers in and out quickly, making you moan and cry. You were so sensitive…

“Quackity… Please…” You beg, desperate to have his cock fill you. You were a needy little thing… He smiles, removing his fingers from inside you, you whimper at the loss of contact. He takes off his clothes, letting out a satisfied sigh when his erection is finally free, you look at his cock, drooling, it was big and thick… It made you want him even more.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, placing your head against the pillow. He grabs your hips, lifting them up and holding them tightly. Your bunny tail was wagging happily, and your pussy was wet in a way that invited him.

So, he shoves hiscock inside your tiny tight hole. You scream in pain and pleasure, having never felt so stretched before, Quackity gives you time to adjust, before starting to fuck you hard. His thrusts were fast and strong.

You moaned loudly with pleasure, very sensitive due to your heat. Quackity's thrusts were strong, his cock constantly hitting your bruised womb, threatening to enter at any moment. He grabs your bunny ears, making you cum, since your ears were so sensitive.

“Quackity!” You cry out, your hot walls squeezing his cock tightly. This pushes him to the limit. “I’m going to cum!” He groans, you let out a moan, desperate to be filled, "Please! Come inside me! Fill me!" you beg him to cum inside you. So he does, cumming inside you, filling your womb.

Quackity pulls out of you, releasing your hips. You fall onto the mattress, completely exhausted and tired. Quackity does the same, falling to your side, he catches you and pulls you into his chest, grabbing the blanket that was on the floor and covering you both. Both panting and sweaty from the intense activity.

“Thank you… Thank you…” You whimper, snuggling into his chest, your bunny tail wagging happily. Quackity smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re welcome, my little bunny.” he says with affection in his voice.

"I love you…." You say, smiling starting to sleep on his chest, feeling loved and protected in his big strong arms. He laughs, thinking you're an adorable little thing, you were so small, you fit perfectly in his arms. “I love you too… My little bunny”

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[runtwithwolves]

OH NO quirk ideas are my weaknesses HECK. Here goes!

Kenny - Undying, but he plays it off as luck/regeneration/anything but his actual power

Cartman - either quirkless and masking it, or possibly an animal hybrid, giving him his agility, keen senses, and sharp teeth/claws despite his bulky build

Butters - Technomancy, especially using electronics to channel electricity. He wears metal to augment his abilities, but shocks himself instead half the time

Clyde - Blood-fueled agility and strength. This could easily typecast him as a villain, but his friends convinced him that he didn't have to be a Dark Lord of anything

Scott - Exponential strength from sugar, with no real limits! Except he'll get extremely sick from consuming too much

Jimmy - Commanding/distracting voice; the better his songs and jokes, the more his opponents just can't help but listen. And no one expects the kid on crutches to zoom up and kick their ass while they're laughing

Craig - command over rodents, especially those from the cavy family. But he loves them too much, so he trained in martial arts instead. By martial arts, I mean he punches people as hard as he can

Tweak - Weather control, but such a vast power is hard to hand it's too much PRESSURE. His hair is in constant disarray from lightning and wind, and he's addicted caffeine to keep his energy up, otherwise he'll be a tired wreck. His gloves keep his powers in check

Tolkien - Plastics conversion/kinesis. Anything made of plastic can be used as a shield, projectiles, robot, armor, etc. He adores his quirk on a secondary level because he can help clean up any area he's in!

Wendy - Social manipulation. She has to be incredibly careful, but her input on any social group or platform can easily sway a group's opinion with barely any effort. She plays this off as hacking to keep people from digging too deep into a potentially hazardous quirk

Timmy - Extreme telekinesis. While he can move objects and even people with his mind, it comes with a heavy cost of a weakened body and very limited speech. He can read minds/project, but uses sign language more often so that he doesn't violate his friends' privacy

Bradley - Control over...carbohydrates? No one is really sure why he can convert any food into cereal and then use it to help his friends or pelt foes with tiny cereal pellets. Or why he picked such a weird flavor. He's a weird kid

Henrietta - Smoke manipulation. Any form of smoke that her breath touches follows her command, with sometimes deadly results. She isn't a villain, but the whole hero thing is so...lame. Like she would rather DIE

AAAA I LOVE THESE

I need to watch BNHA to understand the social stuff, I especially love wendys manipulation quirk and it's funny to imagine Kenny playing off him actually dying as "haha, don't worry! It missed all my vital organs! How lucky right?"

I'm also trying with the idea of Cartman having a genuinely good quirk but he's such a lazy asshole he never practices so he's out paced, OR hes a late bloomer with a shit quirk so everyone assumed he was quirkless

(Maybe he could have like wolverine claws or something to do with his bones ((cause he's always saying he's big boned lol)) Or something to do with getting away almost everything he does like a cherub face manipulation thing)

Also Henrietta smoke dragon what? Drawing that! Love these!

[witchofthesouls]

Could we get more of that bayverse carrier story? I'm invested

Let's goooo:

Heed the warnings because Bayverse is really fucked up when you think about it: noncon body modification, unethical human experimentation, unplanned/accidental pregnancy of the hybrid kind, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implications of fuck or die aspects of heats

When you fall asleep clutching his avatar in a solid death grip Optimus didn’t have the spark to dissipate it. Keeping most of his focus in his frame and devoting a bit of energy to keep your sleep calm and dreamless.

Humans can’t purr. But here you are, in his arms, purring in a way that is reminiscent of a distressed carrier in need of comfort.

Ratchet is pushing to get baseline readings, more so after you knocked him out but Optimus isn't budging. 

It’s a lot to take in and Optimus hadn’t even breached why they were searching for you…

Ratchet is beyond words, mentally slapping himself, his Prime, Megatron, Primus, Unicron, and the rest of them as well as damning Sector Seven to the deepest, coldest parts of the universe.

You are easily the most skittish carrier the Autobots had ever dealt with. Not only it was a pain in the T-cog to get near your vicinity, but Cybertronian feral-protocols and human instincts had meshed bizarrely well. You spook quickly and with your nifty blackout trick, it makes sense how the hell you were able to make a fast getaway from the multiple attempts to capture you.

You're also the most cognizant feral carrier ever seen. Even when you had to be coaxed out of Optimus' alt-mode after crashing inside him for a few days, you can be reasoned with.

On Cybertron, when a carriage hits a certain point -sparklet has dropped below and was in the construction phase - it refuses to be terminated, it pulls and pulls from the carrier's own frame to the point of cannibalization. Heat is the first step of a downward spiral, a carrier’s last-ditch effort to call donors for resources. When that fails, then a carrier enters a feral state that’s akin to Empties -losing logical centers and physical sensation as their frame focuses on one thing only: consumption.

Everyone can tell you're in poor health. Not just your wan, underweight appearance, but with that hyperactive fight-or-flight response that caused you to break the medbay from the overwhelming dunk of staticky, prickly sensation of the scanner. It cuts you off from outside interference, including Optimus in the distance. You threw yourself out of Ratchet’s palm and hit the ground running in a wild goose chase across the base…

You're famished. Constantly hungry. Optimus had witnessed you bouncing from buffet to buffet in Las Vegas. Despite your underweight frame, you put away an incredible amount of food as if a blackhole had taken residence in your belly.

You practically hide under Optimus’ presence since whatever trick he does silences the lizard brain as his energy/field massages the paranoia to sleep as it plays up and down your spine and your skin buzzes pleasantly.

Part of it is the nanites struggling to reinforce and heal your body, trying to bridge the gaps between human and Cybertronian, plugging into parts similar enough for its own framework. You’re small and vulnerable with no systems of natural defense but very quick and resilient; so it boosts such aspects as it pushes you to flee from danger. Part of it is the sparklet’s own instinctive response to a familiar signature since Optimus and Megatron are brothers.

You can’t help but laugh at the newest bout of information outside of live giant aliens of a mechanical nature and secret government organization that may have gone AWOL from the government that’s dealing with alien and human experimentation. Oh no, said the puke-green alien doctor as you sit on a giant alien medical table, you’re not actively dying. Far from it. Whatever was done seems to turn you into a cyborg and you’re pregnant to boot. Congratulations.

Between the sickness, the experimental treatments, and weight loss, it’s easy to brush away the lack of menstruation, increased hunger, the onslaught of chills, deep-seated suspicion over everything, and so much more, especially with the strongest evidence of all: multiple negative pregnancy tests.

You’ve been terrified about that, especially since your skin seems to settle only with unprotected sex. The countless receipts of different condoms, lubes, toys, and extensive web searches regarding sex positions are a monument to your exhausting efforts. Hands and mouths can’t even take off the edge and pulling out leaves you far more restless and anxious.

You tried so many other things to release tension and settle your nerves. Teas, meditation, medication, exercise, alcohol, weed, and so much more. And nothing could shut your body and mind enough to sleep peacefully than getting fucked raw and creampied.

If you were pregnant, then there should be a baby bump or the related hormones of an active pregnancy, especially after a year on your own.

Of course, it smacks you in the face with the sonogram check.  You have no idea what an alien fetus is supposed to look like. Maybe naked gears and cables and something like the guts of a car and clock with a steampunk aesthetic, but inside your womb is something else entirely. It reminds you of quicksilver; the liquid mass bright and squirming as it reacts to Ratchet’s probing, within the blob, there’s a luminous shine of a miniature star; a sparklet, he says, small but healthy.

It’s a lot to take in and the conflicting emotions flood you to incoherency. Ratchet is far better prepared this time as he places something like a weighted blanket over your distressed self. It swallows your whole and it should be claustrophobic, but it isn’t. Not at all. It does something strange to leave you heaving for air, but lying still under it.

You felt Optimus’ presence before his voice registered in your ears. There’s a myriad of emotions. You want to laugh, to cry, to throw things, to explode something. You want to flee far away. You want to crawl into his cab and never come out. You want to be held. You want to be left alone. You want to throw the stupid blanket at Ratchet’s feet. You want to squirrel it away and curl up into it as Optimus’ field pets and play with your spine in that soothing way…

Within six months, there's improvement in your overall health. Not only are you regaining and maintaining some weight, your sleep has stabilized as did your intake and mood. You’re on doctor’s orders to room with Optimus and get boned at least twice a day.

Between Ratchet's constant monitoring and carefully vetted dietitians' recommendations, you eat enough calories to feed a full football team. There’s no issue with over-supplementing your organic body. Carriage is a heavy resource-intensive process, it funnels so much material into construction as well as your own repair that you don't have negative side effects associated with consuming a vast quantity of minerals and vitamins.

You’re no longer stuffing your face with desperate gusto, no matter how steamy and hot the food comes out. Burns didn’t matter, your healing factor is accelerated. It’s far more moderate and now you regained the patience to cook and actually enjoy flavors.

You were ashamed to admit that your cravings included non-food items as well. You washed and sucked on spare change, chewed on mechanical writing and dining utensils, and had the urge to either lick or nibble on metal ornaments in antique shops.

There were cravings for charcoal and clay as well. Easy to get with the diet and health trends. 

Even the 'bots that rarely interact with the base's carrier can tell your health is improving. That strange, chaotic EM field is far less jarring from the overwhelming stress and panic nipping at it.

You don't know why you keep getting surprised by your life at this point, not only Optimus could produce a very realistic human avatar, but the 30-feet mech could literally shrink himself to a more human-friendly height.

He's very patient with you poking and prodding every bit of him, even letting you tug on his person. You have a lot of questions and he doesn't mind answering, but Optimus can't tell if you're serious or rhetorical based on all the fucks you keep muttering.

Optimus isn't surprised by the gasps and chokes of fucks that keen out of your mouth and he slides into your tight body. That strange field of yours and the newspark's react as if he's with a needy carrier, which you are one. That frenzied hum of energy that tugs on his spark and the Matrix purrs as your legs are wrapped around him, keening loudly.

[potatotrash0]

I haven't talked about monster au for a bit, so I'm gonna prattle for a hot sec since I haven't bombarded your inbox in a fortnight 💕

Gundham actually is an angel demon hybrid in this. Yes yes, the start to all those Gachaverse videos, but who gives a shit? Not me at this point. Given the fact angels and demons are different species, and speciation doesn't just apply to animals here, Gundham got somewhat fucked over with genetics. Think of the zebra-donkey thing that somehow managed to exist without dying immediately. Gundham Tanaka is an anomaly. His DNA strands tend to change in strands, so he has a much harder time keeping his form in one state. His number of limbs changes (from what everyone else can see it's around 3-4 arm changes an hour but Gundham can easily tell you from all the bones trying to poke through his skin that such isn't the case) constantly, if he doesn't watch himself things like his fingers getting too long and breaking like an uncooked noodle or the halo that's stuck through his head will rotate in place (this coats the halo in blood and is super painful! Two birds one stone hahaha!) or his some of his bones getting so out of proportion of the other bones that he'll fall over from the sudden weight change or other shitty nonsense. Should I have just let him be a werewolf or a selkie like the initial plan? Yes. Am I going to do that? The hell not.

Akane is an oni. No, I will not elaborate on this. That is all. More at 8

Oh that sounds horrifying but I’m in love with that........I feel like Sonia would be really curious and ask how some things work, she’d probably jump to help him when things start acting up.

Also I love that you put a whole essay for Gundham and then like. One (1) sentence for Akane dkdnskfbdjb I can totally see her with a sick oni mask though.

[sydneymckay]

Invasion on Genii

Sydney:

*I slept early to get woken up very very early before morning to meet the preferred time to leave for the guard shift change, as well as hoping people will also still be asleep as well, so less prying eyes.

*I inform the Tully ship to be ready when needed.

*Ket drove us to a different random planet to use it's gate. (I was reluctant to use a secure zone gate and lead them right back to us if things did go wrong.)

*I took off my lab coat and put on a back pack with the heating devices and also contained an air tank with a mask.

We both wore belts with the grenades and cans if needed.

*I also made sure we both had a stunner strapped to our leg just in case.

*ket was super used to the chemical and it's effects after so many years of constant exposure that she could actually function while under the influence and as such she decided not to wear a mask. It also helped keep her cover as she would look weird and draw unwanted attention of her carrying an air tank on her back.

*Ket dialed the gate and I readied some powder grenades. Once the gate opened I quickly tossed them in.

*Ket unleashes her blades and stepped in at the ready.

*I await for a moment to give her time to handle it if need be, then lower my breathing mask and stepped in myself.

*I look around and see two Trydein guard girls sitting on the ground dazed out of it and kissing. They were so entranced in making out they didn't even seem to care that I was looking at them warily to make sure they didn't report us.

*I looked away when they went all out for it and then looked away from Ket when she stole one set of clothes from them and stripped down to put on the Genii uniform.

*Ket grabs my attention when she's done and hides her original clothes behind a bush near the gate..

(Ketamine): "Alright. Let's go."

*She has us crouch down and touches my shoulder, teleporting us into the vents. I use night vision to see through the dark enclosed space.

*She then glances at me briefly, then teleports away to track down Koyla, while I start setting up the heat gas containers. I place and activate one.

*I fight down a bit of panic, as I realize the size of the vents. They're big enough to easily crawl through and there's paths both ways, but I guess I assumed they'd be bigger for a huge underground colony, so it feels suffocating and scary to my claustrophobia.

*I squeeze my eyes shut and chant wide open spaces in my head and just keep telling myself there's exists. There's places to go. I'm not trapped. I'm okay.

*I keep up this mental reassurance, trying to fight my panic, as I then crawl through the vent further down away before placing another device.

*I try to distract myself and think, I should make up a name for the device. Maybe HLG? Short for heating liquid gas?

*Shrugs to self.

*I continue to do this, moving a distance before placing and activating a device every so often, and soon behind me a cloudy gas fog begins to build as well as the temperature.

*I wipe at me forehead as I start to sweat.

*I loose tract of time, as I continue the simple task.

*Soon the place is literally 'boiling hot' to keep the liquid in it's gas state.

*I feel hot, sweaty and exhausted as my clothes and hair stick to me. It's a good thing I'm not wearing my lab coat or I'd be even further dying in this heat.

*The place gets cloudy and obscures my vision and I only feel more claustrophobic. I start hyperventilating on the air in my mask freaking out.

*I pull up my knees and hug them as I wait panicked for Ket to come back and teleport me out once she's done with her task.

*I fight off the impending darkening around the edges of my vision from the hyperventilating and the coloured spots starting to appear in my vision.

*Eventually, Ket arrives and teleports us out back to the gate.

*I gasp, taking in deep breaths now that I'm free from the constricting vents and outside. I look around the vast expanse around me.

*The guard girls were resting in a peaceful doze.

*Ket also had brought over a stunned Koyla, who looked to be in causal bed attire. She must have stunned him while he was sleeping... That's weird to think about...

*I feel a little faint from the rapid breathing and extreme dehydration. I stumble and nearly fall over.

*Ketamine gives me a look that shows she's not at all impressed with me and is growing impatient. She waves her hand at me.

(Ketamine): "Well?! Send the signal!" She orders.

"Oh.. Right!" *I pant, fogging up my breathing mask and rub at my sweaty neck.

*I reach into my backpack and send a beacon to initiate conquest and too bring the Tully ship here to take prisoners.

*I also dialed the gate and called for the hazmat hybrids to show up and secure the gate.

*I run a hand through my sweaty clingy hair from both the scorching heat from the vents and from my panicked sweating. I really, REALLY need a shower and A LOT of water. I'm dying of thirst. I flop onto the grass and watch the sky above dizzily as I continue to breath hard.

(Ketamine): *She frowns and narrows her eyes at me* "Are you high?" *She bends down and checks my air tank to make sure I'm not breathing in carbon dioxide.

"No... I'm dying of THIRST and HEAT STROKE."

(Ketamine): "Oh." *She snorts and smacks my chest making me jump and wince. "Stop being a whiney b*tch and help secure the tranquil ones I'm going to teleport out here."

"Secure?.. *pants* They're already high and too calm to *pants function... And I don't *pants* have any powers that counters teleporting. *Pants* Just wait for the Tully ship to get here and help them handle it."

*She rolls her eyes.

(Ketamine): "I have to do all the work." *She mutters harshly and teleports away.

*I watch the Tully ship get here and the hazmat hybrids arrive through the gate. I push myself up and slowly make my way to a standing position, stumbling and dizzy as my vision gets darker. Then dials the gate back to mall planet and stumbles in practically collapsing as soon as I step through.

[demcnsinmymind]

@therebekahmikaelson​ said: ❛   We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.   ❜ | STARTERS FOR DARK & TOXIC SHIPS | Always Open

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing” Lance couldn’t help but notice, though truth be told, he wasn’t entirely sure if she really meant it that way. The look on her face was hard to read, and it certainly wasn’t the first time he heard and saw her get somewhat melancholy. Not that that was a bad thing either. Given her long and messed up history, especially with someone like her brother, it really was no surprise.

Him though? He really didn’t think that this type of ‘love’ was a bad thing. He’d always been passionate as hell, though most of the time, it’d involved his job, his dream and his past times. And with him like this now? Emotions, thoughts, powers dialed to the absolute max all thanks to this virus or whatever the hell it was? He didn’t mind going all out with people like this. Embracing it all now. And there was a part of him that certainly liked it.

“I say better leave a noticable mark than wither away into insignificant nothingness.”

[demcnsinmymind]

@perzysprumia sent : can you grab it from the top shelf? i can't reach. (tendai being a menace because he is so much taller than lance) | PROMPTS FOR ASKING FAVORS

It's so very obviously within reach. Hell, they're practically the same fucking height. Lance gives it a long, good look. Tilts his head just a little to the side to really emphasize his thinking. Reaches out next, fingers so comfortably within reach of it, fingertips almost brushing past it. But he's keeping his knees bent on purpose, always stays out of reach on purpose.

"Nah. Sorry man, no dice. I'm not tall enough" he replies, putting some extra strain into his voice for good measure. Even balances his weight on his toes despite the bent knees. Then, his eyes widen a little bit, as if hit by an epiphany. "Hold on, I got an idea" Lance goes on, theatrics on point as he keeps his right hand up in the air, pointed at the thing. Squints his eyes, concentrates, until suddenly, it starts moving on its own. Vibrating a little at first. Then shifting to the left, right, left, left, right, starts shaking along with the shelf and Lance's hand, further 'illustrates' the effort being put in until... it drops. Shattering on the ground.

"Fuck. I'm sorry" he says, 'apologetically', as he lowers his hand and then looks back at the other. "Still don't quite have the mojo down." A pout follows the 'apology', making it fairly obvious that it's a lie, that it's been broken on purpose.

[demcnsinmymind]

@sanguinelupus liked for a starter! | SC still open

"Well. Shit" he says, both words perfectly underlining both actions. The way he's looking up. Followed by the bag being dropped on the floor. It's almost comedic. As if the sudden lack of personal artifacts, clothes and the likes in this apartment aren't clue enough. "What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't seen you in weeks and look who decides to pop back up again at the worst possible fucking moment."

Rubbing his mouth once, Lance takes a deep, somewhat annoyed breath. Because he was going to go fucking quietly. Not like that. Having to fucking explain himself to someone like Klaus no less.

[demcnsinmymind]

@therebekahmikaelson continued from here to make the thread a beta post

"Whoever got to decide that kind of bullshit? Way to share with the class" Lance replied and shook his head, because really. Only one cure? Compared to hundreds if not thousand of vamps out there? That really was bullshit.

When she met him with a smile, he returned the favor by giving her he cheeky grin, chuckling to himself, unable to keep a cheesy comment in.

"Oh and I'm certain I know a few ways to rile you up" he replied, grin growing bigger, until he started laughing and waved it right off. "You know what, I take that one back. Too cheesy even for my standard. Please don't kill me. At least not yet. I'll get back to you on that one" Lance went on, eyes now moving back and forth between her and the door.

A part of him still wanted to leave now that he'd gotten what he wanted. Still a habit especially after anything even remotely close to a fight. But of course, she just had to mention hunger and happy juice as a peace offering now, and it only just now hit him how hungry he really was. The hunger flashed right across his face for a second, almost feral and dark, but was once again replaced with a smirk and a challenging look.

"Hm. That does sound kind of nice" Lance mused, stepping a little closer at last, interested. Getting thrillingly close to her now, considering that he was very aware of the fact that her mood could still swing right back into neckbreaking territory. But there was just something about telling her this 'neat' little fact about himself like this. Close to her. Almost intimate.

"Here's for the first bit of no bullshit and giving it to each other straight though" he went on, a throwback to his previous proposal to her.

"If it's human happy juice, then I'm afraid I won't be able to join you. Can't keep it down no matter how hard I try. Hence the little...snack earlier" he explained while pointing at her neck, where he took a sip not too long ago. "So unless you're offering, I'm afraid I'll have to go and get myself some takeout. Now that I think about it, maybe you'd like to join me. Seems like you could use some more ways to blow off some steam. You looked quite murderous just a second ago. Sure could use that."

[demcnsinmymind]

@brokencanbefixed continued from here

Oh. Ah. Right. How could ever have been so foolish to believe that Elijah, brother to none other than people like Klaus or Rebekah, would be more inclined to be reasonable. Tell him the things he ought to hear and wants to hear instead of what he's actually getting from the guy now.

No arguing. No appealing. Just straight up agreeing.

Oh well. So much for the 'but you need friends. You need family' pep talk, he guesses. Just another reminder which side he's dabbling with these days now. Not the good guys anymore. Get it through your skull already, Preston.

The 'darling' pisses him off and makes him wince. Just...what is it with them and their dumb terms of endearment all the time? So...condescending. Maybe he should start using that shit on people, too. It does stick after all. Is kind of a sick, petty burn. Just right up his alley. Huh. In the end, all Lance can do is roll his eyes at the other's speech.

"Okay, Socrates. We get it. Not what I was aiming at, but we get it" he 'agrees', hoping that this way, the other will spare him another round of hyperboles and allegories. He looks down at the heap of nothing that once was a vamp just like them. A traitor and a liar. And goddamn does he hate those types of people.

"I wasn't talking about us though. I was talking about the witches. Y'know. The ones this guy was secretly working with."

He steps over the remains without a care in the world and moves forward a bit to check their surroundings for any more surprises. Snorting loudly at Elijah's question. What shall be the cost? Just...what hasn't been for him? He turns back around and gives the other a wicked, white-teethed grin that sure looks cocky and self-assured on the outside. Yet he still fails to hide the very subtle trace of bitterness and hurt that's trickling through.

"That's the neat part with me. There isn't one. Can't lose anything valuable if you've got nothing to loose. Which does bring me back to my point, actually. They're witches. Wolves got their packs. They got their coven. Plenty liabilities and friends. I say we hit them with their own left hand."

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@therebekahmikaelson​ continued from here

It’s still so very wonky, almost funny, to live with the whole time issue. Technically, in a linear progression of time, he met the woman over 68 years ago. At least it’s been that long for her. For him though? Only a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two. Which is exactly why he recognizes her by her voice alone, doesn’t even really have to turn around to know that it’s her. Rebekah. The first original vampire he’s ever met and who, unlike her brother, chose not to kill and turn him when they did so.  Lance turns around to face her with a huge grin on his face, probably making it look all the more grotesque, considering the blood he’s covered in. He accepts the towel with said grin and then starts to get cleaned up, chuckling a little.

“Nope, not kidding at all. Unfortunately” he replies, as the grin is starting to fade away. “And it’s a bit more complicated than that” he goes on, swiping the towel all the way across his face while being unable to stop himself from sucking it between his teeth for a second, so he can squeeze some of said blood out of it. Something to be said about idiots being sired by her bloodthirsty brother indeed. He tosses the towel away with a sigh and then flops down on the couch opposite her, arms outstretched on each side. Body language and general attitude a whole lot different compared to the first time they met. Less spooked. Stronger. Healthier. More confident again. Starting to get there.

“I told you I was from the future. Already guessed you never quite believed me, back in the day. But it is what it is. My dear creepy ancient demon managed to get me back to this time, my time. This year to be exact. 13 years off on my side, but hey, tops having to do the slow 68 year crawl the way you had to” he starts explaining somewhat nonchalantly, as if any of it is the most natural thing in the world, or makes any sense to begin with.

“Turns out, only a couple of weeks have passed for me since we last met. Hence the eternal youthfullness. And I came down here looking for you actually. Was still alive and kicking, too, while doing it. Until I crossed paths with that dear brother of yours of course, and he decided to gang up on me with said creepy ancient demon instead. Turns out it wants me to be stuck on this earth forever just like you. So here I am now. Possessed slash vamp slash dead. Technically.”

He still fails to hide the bitterness, the sense of utter betrayal and heartbreak over the fact that after getting this far, after getting out and surviving for so long, he ended up dying out here after all. The look on his face changes into something a little more sinister when she mentions the witches and banishing Azathoth.

“I have no intention of banishing it” Lance tells her then, tapping his fingertips against the fabric of the headrest beneath his hands. “I’ve got a few bones to pick and as it turns out, it comes in quite handy with keeping your brother at bay. Or other supes for that matter.” A crooked little smirk, followed by a nod towards the bloody towel on the ground.

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“I’m being very generous with some of these, just so you know.”

"I like how you acknowledge that I don't even like you."

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“I hate everything about this.”

"Keep telling yourself that, ᚾᛁᚲᛚᚨᚢᛋ. But deep down we both know that you love it. You're drawn to him because of me. Also, why won't you offer you enemies as snacks? How disappointing. That's what I'm here for after all."

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@adeathsentence sent [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details ) | ALWAYS OPEN!

There is something to be said about that New Orleans nightlife. More so to be said about himself in it. Back in the day, before dying, before getting possessed, landing in a time he didn’t belong, before Collingwood and that dreaded Episode 6, he was never one to party much. Only when it was all about networking. About selling something. About pitching and luring and faking and lying. The occasional night out every once in a full moon, sure. To celebrate some very rare occasions. Most of the time though? He’d been somewhat of a recluse. With his head constantly buried in paperwork and e mails and texts or scripts and whatever else he could do on his computer or phone. A much better use of his time. That’s what he’d told everyone back in the day at least, whenever they got on his nerves about being uptight. About not having fun enough.

Well. Here he is now. Without that job. With previous aspirations not worth pursuing anymore. Or at least not yet. Out here, he’s not his old self anymore either. Not Lance Preston anymore. To this world? That guy’s dead. He’s someone, something new. Something to be explored and discovered. And so far, that involves parties. And escapades. Anything involving crowds of people if he’s honest. Anything that feels alive and vibrant. Something where he can go with the flow, be part of something while remaining a complete stranger. An enigma. Isn’t that exciting. When there’s a tap on his shoulder, the excitement only grows. Because no one knows him here and this can’t be a tap that signals recognition. This is the type that ought to signal: I want to get to know you. And the prospect of letting them close without actually letting them. The mask a perfect charade to keep the mystery, the distance up while being only inches apart.

But of course. That whole idea goes right down the drain the second he actually sees her. Even with the masquerade, he knows its her. Hayley. Someone who does know him. The man behind the mask. The name, the story. Just like he knows her. Shit. Even with the mask covering his face, the surprise and subtle shock is noticable. In the end though, the smirk breaks through anyway. Because at least it’s her. Not any of the more...problematic people who could recognize him. Really screw his day up. His left eyebrow rushes upward, and a second later, the smirk grows outright cheeky.

“You? Here? Wow” he greets her, and he’s not sure if it’s mocking, friendly, or genuinely surprised. Probably all of the above. In the end though, he tries for the easy-going, the teasing, the jokester. “Didn’t take you for someone to play dress up.” The costume though? Top notch. And he lets her know with a little whistle, as he takes the full sight of her right in. “Not that I’m complaining though. Nice costume, Marshall.”

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