#damienstoker

[helltoraise]

ㅤㅤㅤthe practice was standard ― 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 on damien's abode , a passenger driven by the coaster of emotion. ( BEWARE , 𝙾' 𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 ! DON'T LET 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 IN ! ) presence only announced by the echoing clicks of their heels , senses guiding helmin towards their 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 ; the sound of music twined with his signature scent an 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺-𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 to follow.

ㅤㅤㅤno regard held , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 barges into the room ― ignoring damien's workflow &. momentum ― instantly tossing their fur-lined coat &. juicy couture bag aside , 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ; sore-worthy shoes soon joining the pile before helmin slumps onto the nearest 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 , giving nothing more than a suspire for explanation. blood-lacking , a rarity ― 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬.

ㅤㅤㅤwithered in the fetal position ― 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 , gaze glazed &. focused on 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ― it takes 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 before the vessel finally speaks. ❝ can you … maybe , like … hold me ? ❞ further silence lingers on helmin's tongue , focus 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 to feebly deviate towards him , wine-hued tears threatening to form on a 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 ; eyes shoot to the floor to blink the dew away , a consistent refusal to show emotions in his presence. ( WEAKNESS , THE OMEN CURSE OF REJECTION. PALE , WHITE FALTERING. )

ㅤㅤㅤsofter words cracking &. brittle ― as if choking back an atmosphere of tear-fall. ❝ i get if you're busy. can i , 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 , just lay here ? i don't want to go back to the motel right now. ❞ meaning &. truth hiding deeper , 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 ; a mask still visible.

@damienstoker | ❤

[kxllerblond]

"First of all, don’t you ever accuse me of having morals, narrative or otherwise, ever again."

❝-— Not even a narrative? Or otherwise? Oh, darling...you ask too much of me. ❞ a hand placed dramatically to his chest.

❝ Look, you can make an argument for the morals but...you're a funky lil' rockstar man with a demon entanglement. I'm afraid you're a bitch with a backstory and with a plot. ❞

[qapsiel]

@damienstoker ;; they're creepy and they're kooky (still accepting) "I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. I'll probably do that anyway."

                          "THAT WON'T KEEP YOU FROM HEARING IT, THOUGH," Castiel cheerfully replies as he puts a quarter in the jukebox and selects a country song he likes. He knows that humans can be very peculiar about music, though the angel usually finds at least one song he enjoys in every genre. "You would need to stick needles in your ears to stop hearing this. And I don't recommend harming your eyes, anyway. Humans only have two of those, you should be careful."

[cstarling]

jack would not want her to be here alone. which is why she hadn't told him where she was going, or what she was doing. technically, this would be off the record - so clarice needed to be smart about what questions she asked, and what information she could get out of damien stoker. it was nothing more than a hunch, not something she had evidence of, nor that she could prove. yet. but as she knocked and looked at damien as he opened the door, clarice intended to confirm her suspicion to be true. 'mr. stoker?' clarice pulls out her badge, flashing it towards the man briefly before returning it to her pocket. 'my name's clarice starling, i'm with th'fbi. do you have a moment t'talk?' @damienstoker.

[consumare]

DAMIEN STOKER: I RAN OUT OF OPTIONS. and so he came to his therapist's home. not much surprised hannibal - he was able to keep such emotions under control, or at least to himself - but meeting damien at the back door had come very close to shocking the man. and he was, at least, intrigued as he slid the glass open and allowed the blood stained man into his home. dinner was still simmering on the stove, a sauce waiting to be stirred, but it could be left, for the time being. brushing his hands against the fabric of his apron, hannibal glances over damien with one quirked brow and curious glimmering in his eyes. 'would you like to clean up?' he finally questions, ushering toward the hallway which leads to the lower level's bathroom. 'dinner is almost ready. it was meant for one, but it won't be any trouble to include you in this evening's menu,' and then damien can explain what he'd gotten himself into at the dinner table. @damienstoker.

[helltoraise]

he doesn't really like the taste of flesh as much as they do . . .

♡ 🥩 ♡    ↷   are you helmin’s type

it's okay ! ! ! helmin will eat ALL the leftovers for him <3. an og ship gets all the bonuses.

[kxllerblond]

"you bald-headed demon…"

❝-—Hey, what the fuck? ❞ it was such a left-field insult that Clark couldn't react any more gracefully than that. He gestured to his own hair and then his entire being in exasperation.

❝ Not bald. Not a demon. You're batting 0-2, Rockstar. ❞

[therelentless]

i heard you were a vampire.

Send a rumor your muse heard about mine and they will confirm if it's true or not! II accepting II @damienstoker

A laugh. A long-lasting and nervous laugh. "Look at you, so very funny." He booped his nose, only to laugh some more. "You seem like a smart guy, don't you know that vampires don't exist? They're shit that people made up to scare kids and sell books and merchandise and all those things, you know, like twilight."

[immortalitae]

💋💋

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

he brushes the hair away from damien’s eyes so he can see them fully, in all their mahogany glory, staring lovingly into them, boring deep as if to look into the man’s soul. “you’re such a cliché, you know that?” lestat tells him, but the smile on his pale lips paints his words as just gentle mockery. “metal concerts, cemetery dates…” lestat leans down to bring their faces closer, lips nearly touching but not quite, and his voice turns to a whisper as he moves towards damien’s ear, “what’s next, damien…” a pause, and a small, nearly imperceptible nibble to his ear, “want me to fuck you in a mausoleum?”

and with that, lestat finally does what he imagines damien has been painfully longing for since the day started, and kisses him. as much as he loves to see someone yearning for him, lestat has never had much patience for teasing, he himself always wanting too much. what starts as a gentle, tender kiss devolves into something almost animalistic. even in the throes with another vampire lestat cannot tell where he and the beast separate, his apetite insatiable. oh god, he hopes damien will take him up on his offer.

[fallen-regentarc]

“ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ”

            the   witch   is   no   stranger   to   enemies      ,      to   people   who   look   at   her      &      assume   that   there   is   no   source   of   strength   within   her      ,      people   who   underestimate   her      &      learned   the   hard   way   that   they   were   incredibly   wrong      .      it's   not   ever   a   surprise   when   people   hint   towards   a   power      ,      most   beings   who   can   tell   have   the   ability   to   sense   it      ,      to   taste   the   magic   that   cascades   off   of   her      &      also   the   Harvest      .      while   it's   long   gone      ,      the   magic   is   still   in   her      ,      a   thin   sheen   of   additional   power   along   each   vein      ,      making   her   stronger   than   her   five   foot   two   stature   displays      .

                  '      many   have   underestimated   me      ,      none   of   them   have   done   so   a   second   time      .      '      words   are   a   carbon   copy   of   what   she   had   told   Kaleb      Kol      once   before      ,      how   people   have   looked   at   her      &      assumed   she   was   weak      ,      but   she   was   anything   but      .      '      you   are   commenting   on   my   power      ,      my   strength      ,      which   normally   means   that   you   want   something   from   me      .      '      it's   nothing   new      .      davina   had   been   granting   favors   for   those   around   her   since   she   was   16      ,      since   she   was   a   victim   of   the   Harvest      .      normally   she   didn't   mind   helping      ,      if   there   was   something   that   she   could   gain      ,      or   if   the   person   seemed   innocent   enough      ,      but   something   dark   seemed   to   pulsate   around   him      ,      something   she   never   experienced   before      .

                                          '      what   are   you         ?      '      eyes   are   fixed   on   the   person   in   front   of   her      ,      trying   to   get   a   reading   on   them   from   where   she   stood      .      '      what   is   wrong   with   you      ?      '

@damienstoker . prompt ♡

[dionidai]

"this is never what i envisioned my life would look like." to calliope

   “very few know the future.   their own, or somebody else’s,” was the muse’s words, long hands stacked together onto the table.   “it’s for the fates to know the woven threads of life.   and they do not often opt for sharing.”

a smile graced her face, gentle and easy before calliope tilted her head to the side, blinked.   there was great tension to this man, that much she could feel.   it rippled against her skin, like the icy droplets of a northern waterfall.   “sometimes people are able to change the pattern.   do you believe to be one of them?” 

aspirational starters.

[consumare]

👂🏻

send  👂🏻  if  you  can  hear  my  character’s  voice  in  my  writing! 

toki you angel, thank you.

[helltoraise]

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &* @damienstoker sent : ❛ ow! easy with the chomps, sexy jaws. i have a music video to shoot for this week. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 &. shimmered cherry gloss leave 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦-𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 ― red welt marks left in helmin's wake , a signature with 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒 ; defeated air comes out as a 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳 beneath it all. ( HOW ELSE DOES A MONSTER SHOW AFFECTION ? ) saccharine lips 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 the irritation with a down-feather soft kiss ― 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎.

ㅤㅤㅤthe demon shifts back onto the couch , laying down ― 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗯-𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 draped over damien's lap. ❝ sorry , 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙨. i haven't eaten ― ❞ words trail off , upper half 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 , touch 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 his visage for a better view of 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚. ❝ hmm , i barely got you. ❞ ( WORDS BUTTER SMOOTH , MELTING IN HIS PRESENCE. ) ❝ it'll look like a 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲. can't they , like , cover that with makeup ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤfigure leaning again onto dark cushions , fluffing a pillow beneath 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 , 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚣𝚎𝚕 ― helmin 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 as they settle into comfort. ❝ what song is this video for ? and more importantly , do i get to see some behind the scenes ? ❞

[kxllerblond]

@damienstoker / sc

He stops, turns halfway as if OFFENDED. ❝ I can be FUN. I have a sense of humor. Just because I'm not some Nickelback, big rockstar, party boy doesn't mean I can't be f u n. ❞

[stagstalked]

❝ Several cast-members of The Wizard of Oz almost died during production. ❞

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 :  @damienstoker

[be4tdown]

"chill out edge lord, i come in peace."

❛❛ edge lord ? ❜❜ it's echoed back with an almost snort and he'll take that as a direct insult [ ... ] he knew damn well that damien was acquainted with much edgier fucks. ( THAT OCCULT SHIT WAS NEVER HIS BAG. ) the satanic bible and demons just never looked that great on him. ❛❛ okay , bram. ❜❜ but the smile cracking his features showed no harm —— only little offense taken. ❛❛ you can take your peace and shove it up your culo. ❜❜