#elysiumxii

[unavernales]

@elysiumxii

being pregnant with a rambunctious hybrid 3 year old in tow is, alena has learned, quite difficult. nym was just barely showing at this point, but the pains and wells of emotions were present regardless. their body was taking to this pregnancy much easier than it had with hyacinth's. alena recalls sharp hungers and burns when not preoccupied with the bliss of future motherhood along with the perfect mate. this pregnancy was... different. the ache was... dull. alena was not prone to ravenous cravings as much as they were simply bloodthirsty. there were a few times where beomsoo had come home from a job and alena had jumped his bones, eager to taste the grit and grime of plasma. it was strange, but the fridge was filled with pig (and other) blood upon paion's recommendations.

hyacinth was reacting relatively well to the news of his mother being pregnant. although he couldn't exactly understand alena's newfound inability to run as quickly or play as rough as they used to, he was patient and loving and nothing less than a mama's boy. it seemed that he was very protective, though. much like his father, hyacinth was wary of strangers that approached alena and was quick to growl or snap his teeth, hugging firmly to his mother's leg. there were only a few times that the nymph had to profusely apologize to the poor department store worker when hyacinth had bit at his hand. it was a warning bite if anything. if hyacinth had intended to truly hurt him, then he wouldn't have a hand left. the nymph didn't have the heart to discipline him for it. hyacinth had only been trying to protect nym!

waiting to be called into paion's office for their scheduled prenatal exam, alena rubs the delicate swell of their belly as they watch hyacinth preoccupy himself with a puzzle toy. he was growing well. cute and chubby and everything alena knew he would be. soon, paion advised, he'd have to begin some sort of schooling. alena wrinkled their nose at such advice, preferring to teach hyacinth the ways of nymphs, but would keep the doctor's recommendation in mind.

"ah, ah hyacinth--" alena chirps gently. "not in your mouth. your spit can be acidic to other children." a fact they had learned the hard way... "beomsoo, make sure he doesn't chew on the toys. where are his toys..?" alena rifles through their tote bag for the demon specific chew toys paion had administered to them during his last checkup. it seemed that chewing was natural for especially hybrid children. he may or may not grow out of it, but alena doesn't mind either way.

[hedxnism]

Continued from here - @elysiumxii

“I’m sure, babe.” Is his answer, the pet names easily come from him but Honeys name is one he’d use so he’s opted for the other. Truly the pet name means nothing to him but that can change, of course. Moonjo just has to see more of Honey, how he acts, moves, questions, accepts. Moonjo wants to know it all, wants to be able to nearly read his mind and know Honeys next thought and action before it even enters the others consciousness.

Sharing a bed isn’t something he does often but he can make an exception and Honey is good, a good choice and could even be a delicate victim of moonjo so decided but he prefers this one alive and by his side for now. Catching the look through the mirror doesn’t give Honeys actions away and moonjo waits. His shoulders and back scattered with scars from his mother at a young age - Honey hasn’t seen him in bed, shirtless before as moonjo opts for long sleeves year around, it’s easier to avoid looks and questions about those specifics and so far Honey doesn’t seem to mind them either.

Watching Honey move his hand has an eyebrow twitch up, surprised by this action despite seeing it in the others eyes - Moonjo thought he had detected something else but he was off - for once. There’s no hesitation in Honeys actions and moonjo likes that. Careful to execute, patience but no hesitation. His stomach flexes when his cock is finally touched, Honeys hand wrapped around it makes it throb and moonjo watches Honey through the mirror.

The questions asked make him hum, knowing Honey can feel him reacting. He wonders if he’d keep his hand there if moonjo told him that he thought of pulling his teeth from his skull. Watching his mouth fill with blood and hearing him beg for mercy. Would he still be stroking his cock if he told him he thought of strapping him down to a table just to watch the fear flood him, to see the tears pour, how sweet he’d look wrecked in that way. Unfortunately, Honey stands out in a different way and after a few run ins - moonjo is hooked. “Is this how you thank other men for giving you a place to sleep?” Despite being hard and enjoying the feeling and the images, moonjo won’t be treated like everyone else. Pulling Honeys hand off his cock and placing it back on his stomach, “If I expected a thank you like this, I would have told you.” A nod for Honey to go to the bedroom, moonjo is a little disappointed even if the action itself is surprising but he has every intention to make up for it while honey is sleeping. Honey being a giver feels like it’s obligatory - moonjo will be a giver because he wants to.

[lellarps]

❛  you’re  gonna  need  me .  ❜ - random muse pic, just I miss u 🥺

Sticking around and giving the other space to meddle was certainly an inadequate decision. But Basille was too curious for his own good, ocean-like eyes trained on whatever it was the other could bring to this; he had been told that negotiating with their kind could only end up poorly, hadn't he?... "And... why is that?" he asked, in a cautious stand. "I think I've been managing quite alright by myself" which wasn't exactly right, as he had been struggling to keep human form while spending so much time out of the water. He was feeling weaker by the day. Yet returning to the salty water was simply not an option — not when his folks would hardly let him return to the surface.

[aerachnid]

@elysiumxii. ANTONIO.

❝ please tell me you think pineapple doesn't belong on pizza.... ❞

[lellarps]

To have such a precious being holding his hand so tenderly… Azrail let his gaze linger on the cherub for a few moments longer before turning his eyes to the living world. His fingers pressed softly against Cherry's, savoring the familiar warmth and comfort of his touch. It was a sensation that grounded him, so simple and profound.

Why'd Cherry thank him for this journey? Especially when he knew it was Azrail who had taken it all away from him in the first place?

Such sadness, though, didn't envelope the god.

Instead, Azrail lowered his gaze, gazing at his precious beloved—a creature of light.

The best thing to ever happen and to ever stay with him.

"I like seeing you like this," Azrail murmured softly. Leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on Cherry's hair.

Cherry feels a rush of relief at the confirmation that Azrail would join him. He didn't enjoy having the god out of his sight, more and more he got the feeling that he was pulling away from him, and if he got too far, he might not come back. Like this, at least, Cherry could keep a tight hold of him. So as the large hand reaches out to him, Cherry does just that. Taking it in his own smaller one, he curls his fingers eagerly around it, before glancing down at the blackness that gathers. It no longer worried him to see Azrail's shadows, in fact now they were more like friends.

Doing as he is told, after one last smile up to his companion, the cherub lets his eyes close and lightly curled, blond lashes fan out across his cheeks as he waits trustingly . It isn't long before he is rewarded, as the warmth of sun spreads over his cheeks, and he can hear the call of birds above them. The air held the smell of moss and plant life, as his chin lifts and he takes a moment to simply enjoy. His eyes remain closed, turned up to that warmth, as he hums softly in delight and the corner of pink lips curl with a smile. This was the most perfect gift.

He couldn't forget the man that had brought him here, slowly lifting their joined hands up under his chin as following another deep exhale, he lets his eyes flutter open and fill with the sights of spring around them. With Azrail's curled fingers tucked up under his chin, he gazes around, light eyes taking in the peeks of sunrays through the tree canopy above that play over them like mirror reflections dancing over his face. Everything was lush and green and just how he remembered it.

"Thank you" he says softly, turning his eyes to the taller man above him. Cheek turning into their joined hands by his face, as he enjoys not only the surroundings, but having Azrail close as well. Sunlight was a second to that.

[imamxdel]

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key - from Alistair

"...how did you--?"

It didn't matter. Doyun looked down at their now conjoined, possibly permanent, hands and then back to Alistair with a glare.

"Please tell me you at least have the key," she said in a low, threatening tone. Fast forward to ten minutes later, the two of them crawling on the floor too close hoping that getting closer to ground would make any key he had thrown easier to find.

"You know, the next time you want to spice things up, don't accidentally lock yourself with me." Doyun thought she saw something flash under the couch -- a grunt of exertion, then tugging him where she crawled as she reached out with her free hand to grab what she thought was a key, but ended up being a silver bracelet she'd lost a few months earlier. When had she lost that? Alistair must have gotten it for her as a gift; she couldn't remember when she'd wore it last. The memory of him gifting it to her made her grin, and feel a bit soft, until the ache in her bound wrist came back and she glared at him instead.

[snowyhybridboi]

Angels were real. They had to be right? How else would anyone be safe in the world... Charlie bit on his tongue, his eyes staring at the angel statue outside the building. One of many he liked to visit and talk to. He didn't really have many friends. Who wanted to befriend a hybrid? An abandoned one at that. "If t-they aren't real then why do we have your statues? How do we even know what you look like to make t-them?" Someone had to have seen an angel at some point to create these statues. Unless God was the one to have created them too. That would make the most sense. "T-that explains their perfection.." The smaller murmured, his hand gently patting the cold stone arm of the angel that was slowly starting to be covered in moss in some areas. It added to the beauty in his opinion. Perhaps he thought so because he was a fan of nature itself. "I wonder what you're doing.. what you t-think of all of us down here. We probably look very silly don't we? Very strange even.." @elysiumxii

[scinglives]

@elysiumxii ben sc

Ben raised an eyebrow as he watched the other coming in to the garage sheepishly, knowing full well her car was outside. He could hear it a mile off with the way it rattled here. "You know you don't have to keep finding excuses to see me any more." He said with a smirk as he walked over to her, unable to resist kissing her softly. Everything between them was still in secret, but this was his garage, he could risk a kiss. "What is it this time? I keep telling you, you need to get a better car."

[grcveyacd]

“ oh, i’m sorry for assuming that you were an intellect. “ eyes roll as she motions the bartender for another drink, watching as they pour the amber colored liquor into a glass, pushing it towards her. “ if you want, i can pull up one of the reviews and help you sound out the big words. “ a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, fingers wrapping around the glass. “ demanding need… clearly, you haven’t met the guitarist yet. he’s much more demanding than me. “ she tilts her head, lifting her glass and taking a sip. “ there’s really not much to know, just that they can be a handful at times. “ blake, the lead singer, was the only sane one out of the group but she still had her moments. the two boys however? that was a whole other story. “ is there anything specific you need to know about any of them? “ 

"-ugh" tilting his head back a little, Alistair rests a broad hand on his chest, over his heart, as if wounded by her words before he chuckles softly and glances back with a lower of his chin. "You complement me again-" he coos, head tilting as if looking at her dreamily before he continues. "-you believe I can read" quickly he breaks his tease with a grin as he shakes his head and lifts the heavy bottomed tumbler to his lips to take a sip, not before he's murmured "you flirt", of course.

Having taken a sip of the bar's best whisky, which was a blend and not quite up to his usual standards, Alistair reaches out to set the glass down on the table between them, as legs spread and he settles back comfortably. "So, is there anything else I should be aware of for this job? Other than your demanding need to be satisfied, of course..."

[think-i-lost-my-halo]

Fix Me | Closed

Cont. from this x @elysiumxii

"B-B-B-Ba-Baron." He hardly managed to get his own name out, his mouth try, heart quickening its already thunderous rhythm. "Poison."

It was silly. A rookie mistake. He'd been made and one of his target's men had gotten him first, found him in the crowd, pricked him with something. He had made his way as far from the scene as possible and had collapsed in this alley. He didn't want to die though he might have deserved it. Being weak in front of a stranger was not as scary to him as it was to most but then again he was dying and that changes everything about a situation. "F--fix me, please." Baron didn't even know what he was saying, what he was asking. How was this random man going to fix him. He didn't know or have any way of finding out what he had been poisoned with. Whatever it was was fast acting. It had only been 20 minutes and he was already in bad shape. Shaky and disoriented, his vision swam as the nausea hit. If he died in the field no one was claiming him. His face may make it back to US, he'd be compared with missing people and they'd eventually learn who he was. But as for Dmitri, he would just shrug and Baron would be another failed Prizrak, it happened. Oh well. If he was to die in this alley as a no one at least he had this beautiful stranger by his side. @elysiumxii

[unavernales]

@elysiumxii

it had been too long. cain had a tiny, yet persistent fear that a day would come where word regarding its existence would die. that he would be stuck in that town, aimlessly wandering until a teenager with nothing but something to prove would brazenly stroll in. though cain had found out that no matter how clear he made his existence, a hysterical kid babbling about black sludge would only be believed in the most conspiratorial of circles.

however, cain should know better. there will always be someone. time is a circle. they will always end up here. people will always want: to avenge, to sate. and he will always be at the edge of that line, ready to cross the second his incantation is murmured.

cracking its neck with a horrific crunch, cain smiles with leaking teeth at its newest summoner. its eyes roll into ones appropriate for the outside, cracking skin mending so the beast will look a little less unapproachable. oh, it's good to be out of abel. of course, cain will always have priorities, no matter their giddiness regarding being called.

"hey. have any twinkies?"

[hedxnism]

Continued from here - @elysiumxii

“Because I know you like the attention.” A faint smile back but he’s looking over his shoulder to make sure the man is long gone, “and I like people looking…” Bae always catches attention, far more than Elijah catches and he doesn’t mind it but it’s something else when there’s a ring on his finger and Elijah’s right there when someone gets more than a few lines thrown at him. Elijah would have no problem staying in every night but Bae has been good for him when it comes to that, he’s learning the proper etiquette of being out in a way.

Husband is still a weird concept but it’s what they are, a full on married couple and thankfully, it’s worked out. Not without some major bumps in the road but Bae has some patience to him and Elijah has learned to have some give. It’s difficult going from married to dating in a way, commuted and rings and working backwards to getting to know each other - by force at first, and going on dates. Seeing what each liked and didn’t from the types of food to wearing socks to bed or not.

The fallout about being shit at flirting breaks a soft smile, “You’re not wrong.” Elijah wasn’t ever looking for a date, let alone marriage, his hook ups were the same ones he’s had for a while now and he didn’t need to do anything more than call or text. His hand moves more around Bae and holding his waist now, a slight raise of his brows at the mention of a bet, “Really?” A soft laugh with it as Elijah looks around and shakes his head, “Fine… go ahead.” Leaning in quick to kiss the other though, free hand coming to rest at the side of his throat, “I’m not bringing anyone home though so…” a soft peck to his bottom lip before sitting back some but still keeping his hand on his waist.

[sentimentalscientia]

His attention is shifting through so many things. The present situation, their surroundings, the ones that had been lost to this creature, and then he catches that look. No accusation or malice. Simply a thoughtful gleam in the eye as something processed. He could hazard a guess. "Agra, if you are worried..." His gaze flickered to the tiny form. Voice soft as he took a moment to pet the little one's hair in much the same manner as the vampire. "I've told you before, wolf blood always wins. There will be some piece. Some quirk that shall emerge. But at his very core he's a wolf."

There is still so much to figure out. Only able to offer those few brief moments before he had to go back towards investigation. Perhaps there was a piece of him that had an urge to scoff. He's sure the mother would have wanted to live, or to have one of her pack live to see to the pup. But, like many times, Rene was right. The ultimate goal had been to ensure her young's survival. They'd managed to get to that place. He offered a nod of acceptance. And then another question was tossed in his face.

"These creatures, they don't have strong sense of smell. Barely better than a human's. They have great sight and ears. But that doesn't do much in a place like this. There's a small stream nearby. A dozen birds' nests in the surrounding trees. Sounds of a tiny heart and breaths would be lost under everything else. The roots made a perfect cave. I only knew he was there because I started to pick up his scent. The thing would have been searching. Probably didn't know what packmate had taken the pup last. A stroke of luck, but it won't last." He readily agrees that this place was far too open. In the forest, massive wings would hinder it. But in this clear path, the monster would have advantage. He guided them towards the safety of the tree line. Wracking his brain to try and figure out what came next. Remember any weaknesses he had been taught. "Whatever you do Agra, please don't let him out of your sight. He has no one in this world now, we must protect him." In the distance he finally heard what he was expecting. Wind shifting as wings beat at the air. A strong sound, so either many wings or a single large set. Already plans formed. They would stay in the trees. Lure the creature where the wolf was advantaged. Louder beats and he moved towards the sound. Pausing to spare a glance back and whisper. "And stay in the forest. He can't fly at you as long as the trees protect the air. I need to take him by surprise. If we get lucky I can tear a wing off before he knows what happened." With that he moves quickly to the other side of the path. Near the bodies. Hidden by the large close together trunks. Watching the night sky as a tiny dot began to grow larger. Fangs and claws extended.

"It is. This pack, the rumors surrounding them are worrisome. Talks of heavy infighting. Battles raging in surrounding areas. Its outside the usual territory so they are not competing with us. Not infringing on our space. But these rumors....the reports I keep hearing don't sound like an army pack having its usual power struggles. It sounds like some outside creature is attacking this particular pack. I need to investigate."

He truly hated having to drag Rene into all of this. The vampire liked to be aloof from the world. Partaking in it only on his own terms. There is a soft sigh on his lips. Moving to wrap his arms around the other's torso. "I apologize agra. It is not wrong of you to dream of a pleasant quiet life. But the sad reality is that this is one wish I couldn't grant you. I am the pack elder. It's guardian. I am responsible for using my strength to keep them safe."

He nuzzled against the other's hair. Pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. "I can go alone. Let you relax here and then return after I've investigated. But I would rather have your company. It helps ground me but...well if I can't grant you a life of quiet leisure, I at least want to grant you as much time with me as possible."

[lellarps]

[ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : Joshua @ Jaewoo

It was essentially desperation that led him to this wild, insane idea. You see, Joshua didn't know many things, but he had one thing clear: he needed a win. He had messed up a bunch of jobs lately, and Henry wasn't thrilled with him at all.

And damn it, he needed this work. And he needed everything that came with associating himself with those guys.

So, to impress them, he had a target. And he had to get this right. The actual bosses would be thrilled and he'd certainly get some well deserved attention over this!

He had an exceptional preyto kill.

But Joshua was no good with fancy long-distance stuff, you see. Too impatient, too messy for that. So, he went for the easy route: get up close and shoot. Quick and dirty, with a quick getaway on his bike. He'd likely be drunk in glory and adrenaline, and wouldn't have to think too much along this part. Though leaving the enemy's territory would certainly be tricky.

What he didn't expect was that those bodyguards were actually good at their jobs and seemed to have been expecting him. And, actually, there were more of them than Joshua had counted.

To his credit, he did put up a very good fight. He was smaller than average guys, but he had muscles and despair to his advantage.

Of course, none of that was enough when he was drastically outnumbered. Once he realized, he had his chest flat on the ground, someone's knee on his back, the other two holding his arms back: he had never even gotten close to the damn mark.

He was still struggling when he felt fingers grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up.

Well, he had not expected to see his target this close. He smiled, blue eyes sparkling and blood all over his teeth, as if even this part had been planned.

"Well, howdy there, fancy see you here"

@elysiumxii

[seudxnimx]

Continued from here @elysiumxii

To have and to hold… it’s how Vaclav wanted this to be. It’s how things have gone in their past meeting. Although with some time and winning him over and Vaclav had let his guard down just enough in hopes for Nixus to see him for who he was, to spark something - he certainly hadn’t expected his lover to be a hunter. One fixated on him.

Being attacked and the feeble attempt on his life was still damaging in a sense. Having someone you love try and take your life wasn’t and easy pill to swallow and out of all the lives he’s come across his one and only - he’s never tried to kill him. Or outright hate what he was… usually that information was saved for a later date but he didn’t have that luxury this time. It also wasn’t easy keeping him chained….

Hearing the screams the first few hours were heartbreaking. Vaclav had to stay away until Nixus wore himself out, bringing a glass of water and a cup of tea for his bedside once he woke. Once the screaming phase was quickly over, Vaclav was going to make Nixus rely on him for everything. The water and tea the only thing given without his hand there to offer it. He wanted Nixus taken care of… he wanted Nixus to come to him and after nearly a week of feeding him every meal, every sip, wiping down his body and guarding his bathroom visits… he feels a slight breakthrough with how badly Nixus seems to want his dessert.

Vaclav has his free hand gently pressed under Nixus chin for anything to drip and to help him eat. A almost silent hum at the sound Nixus makes, a sound he’ll remember for the next hundred years, the sight something he’ll hold onto. Eyes watch as the warmth of his tongue touches his fingers. Oh. He’s missed that… he’s missed so much of him and it takes over a century of control to not let him free in hopes he’ll see what Vaclav can be for him but instead he pulls the stem away and sets it down. Licking his middle finger and wiping his hands on the napkin he brought with but he picks up two more off the plate he brought and makes a fist.

“Eat, pet…” his voice kind and soft even if it’s low and a command. He does pick the stems out and offers his hand for Nixus to eat out of. His other hand comes up to gently pet the side of his head. The thirst he has for Nixus is unquenchable, a burn in his throat even after a full meal for himself. He craved him in more ways that he can fathom but until he can find a way to break the news - this is it. “I’ll clean you up once you’re done..” a proper bath this time.

[nosignalformiles]

@elysiumxii

Jay was never known for his patience. Doubly so when it felt unnecessary and mind-numbingly boring to wait around.  Insulting even. Standing around for the rest of the team to do a job which had never needed multiple people. Slowed down by red tape and paperwork. PPE checklists, sounding off constantly like echoes down the overly clean corporate hallways. Enough to drive a man to say fuck OSHA.

So, that’s what he did. Maybe not quite fuck OSHA, but fuck the code of conduct and workplace practice guidelines they very strongly hammered in when he arrived.

Ferrying random-ass creatures between rooms for supposedly more qualified individuals to poke, prod and potentially kill was hardly a four-person job. He could do it alone. Wrenching open the first latch of the door, that familiar hiss of suction let out around the rubber rim, followed quickly by something else. Discordant muttering, chattering, noises, getting louder. Jay stumbled back from the latched door and scrunched his eyes shut, pushing his palm against his ears, trying to block the nonsense sounds and voice.

Whatever it was inside slammed against the partly open door, the metal straining under the force, pulling Jay’s focus back. Maybe PPE checklists weren’t red-tape bullshit, because the warning sign about ear guards was annoyingly clear once he’d already fucked up. As he scrambled to pull on the ear guards, the creature reared back to push into the door again. Oozing flesh roiling out through the cracks, dozens of small eyes and mouths blinking and moving, turning towards him, before they were sucked back in as it prepared to bear down on the door again.

Slamming his full weight into the door, Jay tried to get the first latch done back up, reseal everything properly, he’d still get shit for it, but at least it would be contained. Both of them hit the door at the same time, the second security latch giving way with a metallic screech, and sending Jay flying back, as the hallway burst into deafening alarms and strobing red lights. The fleshy mounded form spread out to fill the space as it slumped into the hall, slimy wet gunk seeping out across the floor.

Well. It could’ve gone better.