#greyson 003

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & @mcgreyson

WHERE: Hideaway Market

WHEN: Winter Holiday Market (December, 2023)

If nothing else, Merrockites loved to win big prizes. Whether it was a $50 gift card to their favorite restaurant or a box of goodies from the spa in town, no one had left the booth disappointed yet, and Rafael was grateful for that. As he noticed a familiar face approaching, he grinned, immediately shooting his hand out for a shake, ever the pleasant businessman -- but also friend, when it came to Greyson. Even if it had been a while since they had properly caught up. "Mr. McVey, coming to try your hand at the wheel?" he gestured to the side. "I saved all the best prizes for you."

[theobrowningfd]

With aa shake of Greyson's hand, Theo gave him a smile. He found tattoos intriguing though he was always afraid to get one, nonetheless one day he'd pick the other's brain and ask a bunch of questions about them. Nodding, he understood the good and bad part, though not the bringing a kid back to school part. "I'm so glad I still have a few years before I even have to start thinking about that with my kids," he said with a nervous chuckle, dreading that day with each of his kids. "Yeah absolutely," he said with a nod, always happy to help a friend, "I can imagine. Does a certain season get busier than others?" He asked, curious if it did or just the summer being an anomaly. Seesawing his head a bit, his tongue ran across his bottom lip before speaking, "better than when it first started I'll l tell you that."

He took his hand, always pleased by how polite Theo was compared to his tattooing buddies. "Both good and bad, I'm always glad to pack the boy back off to school, even if it's sad we have less time together," he explained. "Thanks for the support, bud." He laughed, leaning in to watch. "It's been relaxing, you tend to do less tattoos in the summer, so I can actually focus on myself for a bit," he explained. "How about you?"

[waterforlorn]

@drxwnedgod

he heard there was a party in the woods, a little get together just a few days after he made it back to camp. lev knew there was only one demigod who'd possibly host a little something in the forest. grey. which was the only reason lev went out of his way to find it. last he'd seen the young demigod he was struggling, lev hoped he was handling his experiences a little better by now. a month could be a long time, especially one spent in fear. lev hoped it wasn't the case with greyson. at all.

seeing animals scurry around the young god, lev couldn't help a little smile. some things never change. "hey kid, looks like you got quite the party goin' here. happy birthday."

[bxsh-wxck]

  “GREYYYY!” the son of Hephaestus yells through the halls of their home, towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. Hair wet, water dripping down his frame while little wisp of steam dance off his body as his anger rises. “Teach your new pet about boundaries.” again shouting, though this time with more of rasp to his bark. While rounding the corner, Bruni weaves between the smith-son’s legs, scurrying back to it’s master with little remorse on it’s face. “Greyson, your peeping tom of a lizard almost caused an accident...” 

       by accident, he means the dragon scared him so much in the shower he practically scorched the piping with a frenetic heat wave. l

[theobrowningfd]

"It's not that I'm ungrateful, it's just that I don't know if I believe in luck," he shrugged a bit with a smile. Then a nod, "they do. Though it has been sort of weird from her going from Aunt Tam to being my girlfriend. But so far the kids seem to be okay with her."

"I didn't think you'd be the type to be ungrateful for good luck," he commented with a smile. "How are the kids adjusting? I'm assuming they like her, if things are this serious?"

[incendiaris]

♡ @aftermathed asked: ‘ also five times touched + grey & lenka B) ’

001 | it takes a couple hours, in the end, but seeing the bar looking somewhat presentable again is enough to make lenka grin brightly. “ finally, ” she huffs out, like she can claim to have done a worthy share of the work. greyson shoots her a sidelong glance, raised brow clearly indicating that he’s not sure she deserves to be complaining, but lenka plants her fist in the air between them before he can say anything. “ put it there, ” she encourages, and he’s obviously too tired to argue.

002 | she’s lit thousands of cigarettes in her time. probably tens-of-thousands; she’s neither patient nor confident enough to actually try and figure it out. but today, the wind just isn’t co-operating, and seeing that tiny flame flickering and jumping dangerously close to her fingers is making her heart do weird little leaps in her throat. it’s just a lighter. a stupid lighter.

     and then, all at once, there’s another pair of hands sheltering the flame. she’s triumphant within seconds. their fingers brush together for a split second as they lower their respective hands, and lenka finds herself smiling up at greyson. he holds her gaze for only a moment, quickly finding something else to look at. “ thanks, ” she says softly before taking a drag.

     “ sick of watching you fuck about with it, ” he grumbles in characteristically-irritated fashion, but it makes lenka smile anyway. 

003 | she’ll never understand how people do this shit for fun. they’ve been going for, like an hour or something, and literally every part of her body hurts. the big stupid gloves he’s got her punching looked stupid when they started, but now her knuckles sting from punching literal rubber, which feels like it should be illegal. “ can we stop? ” lenka groans, dropping out of her weird little on-the-toes stance he made her adopt at the beginning of the session. “ I feel like I’m gonna pass out. or die, probably. ”

     greyson looks at her, incredulous, maybe even a little pissed. “ no, ” he says, like it’s obvious.

     lenka groans and picks up her water bottle, before rolling into a heap on the mat and lying there for a few sweet, blissful seconds, cool bottle pressed against her forehead. “ we’ve been going forever. ”

     “ we’ve been going for eight minutes. ”

     she opens one eye to glower at him. greyson sighs, sliding off one of the gloves to take a drink from his own bottle. “ next time you’re in a fight, ” he continues, and lenka’s already mad because she knows damn well he’s gonna make a valid fucking point, “ you think they’re gonna give you a break in the middle? ”

     “ no. ” she grumbles it, because he’s right.

     “ no. exactly. so get the fuck up. ”

     he’s merciful enough to reach a hand down, and lenka takes it with pantomime levels of hesitation. as soon as her hand is in his, greyson hauls her off the floor with power that genuinely surprises her, and lenka finds herself back on her feet far quicker than she expected. “ come on, again, ” greyson orders as he reattaches the dumb target glove thing and repositions both in front of her, and lenka wonders exactly how much trouble she’d be in if she just aimed for his dumb target face instead.

004 | the first time it happens, they barely even undress. they’re at his place, on his couch, in the middle of the night, and even though she put her makeshift pyjamas on hours ago, lenka is far too wired to sleep. there’s a movie on, but lenka isn’t paying attention, too busy imagining climbing into his lap, and god, she doesn’t realise how surely she’s anticipating a rejection until she does it for real, and doesn’t get one. 

     it’s hot, and it’s visceral, and heavy, and even a little mean. the kind of kissing that leaves her lips feeling like they’re gonna bruise. he goes to slide her sweater off - a dumb old college sweater she stole from an ex, that she’s taken to sleeping in - but lenka stops him with an urgent little noise and a hand on his wrist. before a complaint can come, she’s dragging his hand beneath the sweater instead, and if greyson has anything to say about it, clearly he’s saving it for another time. the weird texts earlier have dredged up a whole load of old crap for her, and the self-consciousness she feels about her scar is particularly intense, particularly hot and prickling. perhaps it’s the same for him, in a way. lenka’s in no place to be thinking too hard about it, especially not when he thumbs across her nipple, finds the piercing, and makes a rumbling sound of approval that lenka wants to hear constantly from now on.

     somehow - god only knows - she manages to unbutton his jeans, finds him hard (and commando? so there’s the slightest chance that he did, in fact, think this was a possibility). greyson’s fingers, almost like a reward, find their way into her underwear, and there’s an urgency that borders just slightly onto desperation in the way that they touch one another. lenka’s patience cracks first - exactly as literally anyone could have predicted - and she’s near-frantic as she scoots forward to lower herself onto him with a relieved little “ oh. ” and then a second, slightly sharper “ oh ” as she leans forward to brace herself against him because oh. wow. okay, yeah, there’s quite a lot of it. 

     greyson’s hands still at her waist, suddenly soothing, like he’s trying to calm a spooked animal or something, and it’s the absolute last thing she expects from him. the tiny hint of a smug little laugh, though, makes total sense. “ you good? ” he asks against her neck.

     her response is immediate, emerging more as a string of sounds than the actual sentence that she’s going for. “ why the fuck do you have such a big dick, you fucking asshole? ”

     he laughs, and then she laughs, and god, that’s all kinds of weird-feeling. but it’s good. it’s really, really good. “ I’m not gonna apologise, ” he growls, a little cut-off at the end when she starts moving, experimental at first, but quickly growing in confidence.

     “ yeah, don’t, ” lenka gasps, before finding his mouth with her own. mostly to quiet her ego-building little noises, because if he gets any more insufferable, she sure as fuck won’t be doing this again. 

005 | they go to bed separately after, and despite lenka being very cool and casual and awesome and totally fine with that, it still leaves her feeling a little weird in the pit of her stomach. she sleeps on the couch they just had sex on, in the sweater she just had sex in, and something about that should probably feel gross, but it just... doesn’t. 

     he wakes her in the morning - not on purpose, but by turning on his ungodly fucking coffee machine, and it’s so obnoxious that lenka knows she’s got no choice but to show face, or it’ll look like she’s ignoring him. she gives him the finger when she walks into the kitchen, and he responds in kind. somehow, it’s companionable enough that the tension dissipates, and when the coffee machine finally stops screaming, lenka turns to find greyson staring up at her sweater. “ what? ” she asks, fighting the urge to squirm.

     “ there’s no fucking way you’ve been anywhere near harvard. ”

     “ oh, what-the-fuck-ever, ” lenka says through a grin. “ you got orange juice? ”

     he points. “ fridge. bottom shelf. ”

     his fridge is one of those low-down, cabinet-style ones, and she has to bend to see as far down as the bottom shelf. “ I’m not seeing any. ”

     “ right at the back. ” his voice sounds closer.

     lenka feels her sweater ride up into the small of her back, figuring out what’s going on right at the same time as one of his hands claps against her ass, and she’s so torn between outrage and dissolving into fits of laughter that she kinda goes with both. spluttering, she spins on a heel and finds him smirking with more genuine amusement than she’s literally ever seen from him. “ you’re a fucking prick. ”

     “ juice is in the door, idiot. ”

     yeah, they’re probably gonna be fine. 

send me ‘five times touched’ for a drabble about five times our muses touched. [ always accepting. ] 

[homefronttmoved]

♫ shikamaru && asuma.

send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!    \   accepting.   @kisedari​.

001.   i was king  /  one ok rock. 

i have this song on loop right now and honestly?  first it just came to mind because i remembered asuma and shikamaru’s conversation about kings and how they  WILL  inherit the will of fire someday.  but then i looked at the lyrics and the SHIKAMARU AND ASUMA JUMPED OUT.  it sort of reminds me of how those two’s lives literally collapsed all around them and how it all went downhill nd they had to eventually grow up and make their own sacrifices.  with shikamaru essentially sacrificing his youth to make himself more useful for warfare,  and asuma sacrificing his own life just to make sure that everyone including his team and his wife and daughter are safe.  the if i go down i will go down fighting,  i’ll go down down like lightning  just resonates so much for them. 

002.   let down  /  radiohead. 

ok this one is sort of uhh the same thing as above ?   the song was written on the context of what it’s like to have the floor just collapse underneath you in moments where you least expect it and i feel like it fits the shikamaru and asuma narrative so much. 

003.   wait  /  m83. 

ah yes the granddaddy of angsty songs.  literally the theme for when shikamaru & asuma had to move on after the loss of the people in their life.  asuma with his older brother and his sister-in-law,  and then his father.  shikamaru with asuma and his own father too.  THE PARALLELS ARE JUST....  yeah hold on i need a good cry. 

004.   west texas  /  greyson chance. 

no matter how it ends,  no matter all your sins  \  i hope you understand  \  when i leave,  you better be a good man.     NEED I SAY MORE?   and the song’s bridge...  oh my god the bridge...   i’m going to cry now. 

005.   young again  /  up dharma down. 

i first heard this song in a film called apocalypse child and i felt so bad because it was by my favorite band.  but i don’t regret it at all because the first time i heard it i cried so hard for maybe a good hour?  maybe more...  i don’t really know.  anyways, this song is sort of like written for the sake of nostalgia?  an ode to youth and the people who have been around since the start.  and just...  it feels so fitting for asuma and shikamaru.  AND OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I AM CRYING NOW :DDD. 

[leoalcrights]

ELEANOR ‘LEO’ ALBRIGHT -- YATES TASK 003

BASICS

Full Name: Eleanor Amara Albright

Meaning of Name: “bright, shining one” and “everlasting”

Nickname: Leo

Birth Date: September 3rd, 1999

Astrological Sign and Details: Virgo…. It tracks j look at her

Birth Place: Taxi in The Bronx, NY

Age: 20…...or 21 (idk the timeline bye)

Nationality: American

Race: Biracial (half-black, half-white)

Hair Color: Dark brown

Hair Style: Curly

Distinct Features of Face: Sharp jaw, tiny freckles across nose and cheeks, thick eyebrows

Glasses or Contacts: Tortoiseshell eyeglasses, but she usually just wears contacts 

Eye Color: Dark brown

Scars or Distinguishing Marks: Scar on her calf from high school from a championship soccer game

Build or Body Type: Tall and slim

Height: 5’10

Weight: 130lbs

Speech Patterns: Very clear speech, articulate 

Gestures: Tends to rub her eyes when she’s tired or stressed, talks with her hands when very excited or enthusiastic

Weakness: Prone to falling cold/appearing apathetic and shutting down

FAMILY AND CHILDHOOD

Mother: Harriet Albright (adoptive)

Father: Lucas Albright (adoptive)

Mother’s Occupation: Manhattan socialite

Father’s Occupation: Senator for the state of New York

Family Finances: Very well off, hailing much from old money

Birth Order: Youngest

Brothers: James Albright (deceased)

Sisters: Darby Albright

Other Close Family: Seraphina ‘Saffie’ Albright, Georgina Albright

Best Friend: Henry Marin Peters, Lydia Radcliffe, Felix Lesser

Other Friends: Anita de Jesus, Orpheus Rivera, Greyson Byrne, Carmen Peck, Florian Henneberg, Syre Salinger, Parker Hassan, Ellie Aldenkamp, Tanner Isaacs, Thalia Winter

Enemies: Fitz Montgomery (rip) 

Pets: None

Home Life During Childhood: Very bad <3 spent much of her life equating attention to love, being toted around New York social events like a new handbag only for her parents to pretend she didn’t exist when they arrived back home at their penthouse that looked more like a museum than a home. Darby and Leo were close as children but were quickly pitted against each other when James died. Not only was James no longer around to mediate their squabbles, but the girls were also instantly always competing for their parents’ attention and approval until Leo ultimately won the fight and dipped at 14 to go to boarding school in Connecticut

Town or City Name(s) Where They’ve Live: Manhattan, NY, The Bronx, NY, Fairfield, CT, Preaker, VT

What Did His, Her or Their Bedroom Look Like: Something straight of Ralph Lauren catalog, all designed by New York interior designers. There were few personal touches due to Leo mainly living in Connecticut all throughout her years in high school except when she would be home on holiday breaks

Any Sports or Clubs: Soccer & Newspaper (EIC) in high school, Newspaper & a small book club at Yates

Favorite Toy or Game: Rummy 500 or UNO

Schooling: Knollwood Prep (graduated, valedictorian), Yates University (current)

Favorite Subject: English, but has a penchant for math as well

Popular or Loner: Popular

Important Experiences or Events: After a New York event with her parents around Christmastime, her parents went from laughing and bragging about her to essentially becoming robots once in the car; this was the first time she realized their love was conditional. James’ death. That night at her friend’s lake house after she graduated high school. Watching her father smear concealer under her mother’s eyes before the Met Gala after he insisted that the makeup artist wasn’t doing enough to “hide it”. Leaving Darby.

Religion and beliefs: Raised Christian, independently agnostic

PERSONAL

Bad Habits: Overworking herself, cracking her knuckles, not sleeping enough or sleeping too much

Good Habits: On top of things (typically), exercising

Best Characteristic: Independence & loyalty

Worst Characteristic: Tendency to be aloof & self-absorbed

Worst Memory: The day James died

Best Memory: Staying up late watching movies at Christmas with Darby and James

Proud of: All she’s done for herself, maintaining a perfect image

Embarrassed by: Her fear of standing up to her father, her mother, previously her sister

Attitude: Realist, hesitant existentialist

Fears: Ending up like her father

Secrets: She forged a suicide note for her friend who drowned after he fell into a lake after ODing and she didn’t save him out of fear of the bad press and her father

Regrets: Leaving her sister

Feels Vulnerable When: Anyone brings up her brother, tests her stone-cold facade

Short Term Goals and Hopes: Make as good a life for herself right now as she can, succeed in school + wherever else she puts her efforts

Long Term Goals and Hopes: Live independently and successfully in a profession she 

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Exercise Routine: No specific routine, but tends to go on runs at least 4 days of the week

Day or Night Person: Prefers the night, but likes to wake up early

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert but forced extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist: Realist, but closer to pessimist than an optimist

LIKES AND PREFERENCES

Music: Frank Ocean, The Cure, The Smiths, Taylor Swift’s folklore (i said what i said), Bon Iver

Foods: Dried seaweed, spaghetti & meatballs, blueberry muffins

Drinks: Rum & Coke, other than that water and earl grey tea

Animals: Fox

Color: Midnight blue

Clothing: Very simple and classic casual or country-club chic (not like vineyard vines tho like old ralph lauren)

Jewelry: very minimal, diamond earrings, a silver ring on her left ring finger 

TV Shows: Criminal Minds (leo 100% is in love w/ mgg), SNL, Twin Peaks

Movies: The Social Network, The Imitation Game, Up

Greatest Want: Her parents’ unconditional love tbh

Greatest Need: To realize she’s never gonna get it and she’s gotta find it within herself x

LIFESTYLE

Most Cherished Possession: Anything that was her brother’s

Married Before: no

Significant Other Before: dated Felix Lesser for 6 months 

Children: none

Relationship with Family: strained but improving w/ her sister 

Dream Career: Journalist (preferably investigative), but she’s planning on working for some Fortune 500 company

Dream Life: Travel the world w/ a companion (romantic or platonic) and go on as many ~adventures~ as she can

Love Life: a mess <3

Hobbies: writing stupid little short stories, running, used to play piano and if there’s one around, she’ll go play like one of the three songs she remembers

Guilty Pleasure: chocolate (particularly chocolate cupcakes)

Talents or Skills: basic piano skill, she’s really fast, weirdly good at solving equations, honestly a decent cook

Intelligence Level: high

[waywordhearts]

On the weekends Grey generally preferred his time away from his counterparts. It wasn't that he disliked them or didn't have a good friendship with the vast majority of them, he simply preferred a life outside of and away from the people he saw day after day, week after week. For anywhere between 40 and 60 hours each week at that.

The contractor wasn't the company man or the lifer. Greyson was a man with goals and a means to an end. Some day in the (hopefully near) future he wanted to spend more time with a family and whomever he was able to trick into settling down with him.

So, he made his money and did his investments. It was all about being smart and doing the hard work now for an easier future.

Lately, however, his life had become all work. Grey had taken on a second project and was burning the candle at both ends. It was all for distraction and to keep his mind and self busy, so that no part of him wandered to the woman whose face was painted on his heart.

It had taken several of his work buddies to wear him down and convince Grey to come to the barbecue. Andrea was thankfully out of his mind, in no way had he paused to consider if she would be coming on the arm of Hudson.

Big mistake.

As he stood in the kitchen, massaging the steaks a little in their bags of marinade to tenderize and add some flavor, his shoulders stilled when he caught the scent of her perfume when she walked into the room. Fucking hell, he could feel this woman before he could see or hear her. Thankfully she couldn't see him haul some air into his lungs the moment her voice sounded off to his back.

When he turned and Andrea filled his entire vision he swallowed thickly as he felt that knife twist in his chest. Their text exchange crossed his mind but all she was talking about was some dip.

"A dip table?" Brow raised in interest, his tone was even and modulated. "I don't think we're that fancy here," Grey answered, his dark gaze momentarily dipping down the brunette's figure. "But you can check outside there's some tables setup out there." With his head he nodded to the slider that was open and led to the backyard.

Hudson's voice wasn't far off, in the hallway with Allie, but it sounded like they were traveling into a different room. Annoyance tightened his shoulders. That man didn't deserve Andrea but she'd written him off— so why did he care?

He didn't.

It wasn't his problem.

Nothing to do with him.

"By the way, Hudson doesn't know shit about a good barbecue," a small, albeit tight smile was flashed at the brunette, "good to see you again, though, stranger." / @fearhidden

closed starter for — @waywordhearts

pairing — andrea salazar & greyson hendrix.

One would have thought that Hudson was a family man with the way he'd begged for her and Max to attend the small BBQ hosted by a friend of his. Her first question and without a doubt the most important of them all? Was it a work friend, and if so, would everyone be there? The question hadn't struck him as odd, but his answer had nearly been the reason for her chime of rejection.

Maximilian, on the other hand, couldn't stand for it a missed gathering and how could she say no to beaming eyes that were a shade darker than her light hues? A color that didn't belong to her and most certainly didn't match Hudson's baby blues.

Against every basic instinct to make an excuse, she'd finally agreed. Even as she stood with Max's hand in hers and Hudson at their side, she'd considered darting off without an explanation. Hudson did it enough, why the hell couldn't she do the same?

Work emergency? It would have been believable.

Unfortunately, as the front door swung open, she was greeted by a gorgeous blonde who seemed awfully fond of seeing Hudson on the other side of the doorway before her gaze lingered to Andy and her son. Almost immediately, Max was tugging for the backyard and rather than fight it, he released her hold and watched him dart out with excitement.

"You know what? I'm just going... to... I'll take this to the kitchen? I'll catch up with you. Go... do your thing." She could hear the uneasiness in her tone, but to no shock, it was something Hudson missed. So, as awkwardly as ever, she stumbled into the kitchen, her already pounding heart doubling in pace as the backside of a vertically gifted man came into view.

Perfect. Just the thing she needed. "Do you know where I should put this? Hudson said it's not a BBQ without buffalo chicken dip," she lamely joked. Apparently she'd done them differently growing up, but he insisted on it being a staple.

"Wasn't sure if there was a dip table or not," she added, as if she hadn't sounded uncertain enough. Did he hate her? He should have. In fact, she wouldn't have blamed him for walking out without a word, but all she could was wait with a bated breath and hope that she didn't lose the single ounce of comfort she'd found while in his presence. Undeserved, she reminded herself, but comfort nonetheless.

[thehomemadehooligan]

So, today it seems that I’m in a psycho/trash-baby muse mood so the daily muses are as follows:

Airam Brennan || India Eisley || Evil Twin || Canon || Third Female

Akkeri Kom Podakru || Alex Høgh Andersen || Human || OC || Male

Alex Wright || Richard Harmon || Spirit Influenced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

April Hare || Theo James || Wonderlandian || OC || Third Male

Barbara O'Rinn || Samara Weaving, Caty Lotz || Human || OC || Third Female

Billy Bennett || Liam James || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy Hargrove || Dacre Montgomery, Jensen Ackles || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy-Ray Sanguine || Michael Fassbender || Mage || Canon || Male

Carl Gallagher || Ethan Cutkosky || Human || Canon || Male

Burke || Michael Fassbender, Toby Hemmingway, Garrett Hedlund || Human || Canon || Male

Charles Smith || Hart Denton || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Cheshire Liddell || Sebastian Stan || Wonderlandian || Semi Canon || Male

Crazy Jane || Diane Guerrero || Metahuman || Canon || Gender Optional

Dixie Enger || Caitlin Stasey || Human || OC || Third Female

Dove Finch || Andy Biersack, Tom Hiddleston || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Eli Cardashyan || Gregory Kasyan || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Five Hargreeves || Aiden Gallagher, Jackson Rathbone || Enhanced Human || Canon || Male

Frank Sanguine Moore || Griffin Gluck || Partially Vampiric || OC || Optional

Greyson Rutherford || Robbie Kay || Shadow Elemental || OC || Male

Hera Henshaw || Aigail Breslin || Enhanced Human || OC || Third

Heronymous Addams || Sharlto Copley || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

J Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Vampire || Canon || Male

James Barnes || Sebastian Stan || Genetically Engineered Human || Canon || Male Pref

Jason Todd || Bob Morley || Enhanced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Jasper Harry Hook || Thomas Doherty || Human And Fairy Hybrid || Canon || Gender Optional

John Murphy || Richard Harmon || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Kelleena Crighton || Hannah John-Kamen || Human || OC || Third Female

Kincaid Jericko || Victor Webster || Mage || OC || Male

Lex Miller || Jack Gillett || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Lilah Sanderson || Danielle Campbell || Witch || OC || Third Female

Lyric Royal || Michael B Jordan & Zendaya Coleman || Fae || OC || Optional

Malachai Parker || Chris Wood || Syphoner || Canon || Male Pref

Mick Sweeney || Pablo Schreiber || Human || OC || Male

Miles O’Shaughnessy || Robert Sheehan || White Witch || OC || Male Pref

Mirai, The Queen of Roses, Tamer of Wyverns || Nyane Lebajoa || Magical Human || OC || Third

Nick St North || Joel Kinnaman || Guardian || OC || Male

Nysse Hamilton || Dayana Melgares || Human || OC || Third Female

Prudence McCreary || Ruby Rose || Human || Twin OC || Third Female

Quentin Quire || Machine Gun Kelly || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Richard B Riddick || Vin Diesel || Furyan || Canon || Male

Richard Gecko || Zane Holtz || Culebra || Canon || Male Pref

Robert Svane || Michael Eklund || Revenant || Canon || Male Pref

Robin Downes || Cole Sprouse || Siren || OC || Male

Roman Mercer || Avan Jogia || Medium || Canon || Gender Optional

Rook Smith || Thomas Doherty || Raven King || OC || Male Pref

Samoset Ramirez Avanyu || Theo Rossi || Yee Naaldlooshi || OC || Male Pref

Sean Gallagher || Dane Dehaan || Human || OC || Male

Sebastian Michaelis || Jared Leto || Demon || Canon || Male

Sebastian Morgenstern || Will Tudor || Nephilim || Canon || Male Pref

St. John Allerdyce || Aaron Stanford || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Steffen Dumah Vigo || Aaron Stanford || Fallen Angel || OC || Male 

Tate [003] Harrington || Chandler Riggs || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Teasaidh Addams || Aidan Turner || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

Travis Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Winged Human || Canon || Male Pref

Vex || Paul Amos || Mesmer || Canon || Male

[dwindledglow]

001. MEET GREYSON

FULL NAME: greyson dominic northwood. PREFERRED NAME: greyson. NICKNAME/S: grey, g and north. DATE OF BIRTH: august 29th, 1992. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis male & he/his. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: agnostic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to leticia northwood. OCCUPATION: recording artist, music producer, model and entrepreneur. RESIDENCE: in between soho, new york city and quogue, suffolk county.

002. CHECK GREYSON’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: harlem, new york city, united states of america. NATIONALITY: american. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: afro-barbadian. LINGUISTICS: english which is his native language and spanish and french in a fluent level. EDUCATION: he has graduated from high-school. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: vince josiah northwood, born on march 3rd, 1966 in atlanta, georgia, currently residing in tribeca, new york city. he owns a couple bars in the different boroughs and neighborhoods and, still, works as a bartender on his first-bought bar in harlem. MOTHER: narissa gabrielle knowles, born on november 22nd, 1967 in houston, texas, currently residing in tribeca, new york city. she’s the owner of a cosmetology and skincare clinic, and does occasional work as a beautician. SISTER/S: naomi lenora nortwhood, born on october 6th, 1989 in harlem, new york, currently residing in los angeles, california and working as a neurosurgeon at UCLA medical center. gianna makayla northwood, born on june 18th, 1994 in harlem, new york, currently residing in rome, italy and working as a marketing and communications specialist for fendi. neah gabrielle northwood, born on february 26th, 1998 in harlem, new york, currently residing in los angeles, california where she attends UCLA school of theatre, film and television and studies to become an actress. BROTHER/S: jason malik northwood, born on may 22nd, 2004 in tribeca, new york where he still resides and studies. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: leticia northwood, née evans. CHILDREN: koda brooklyn northwood, born on january 1st, 2019 in southampton, new york and romi noor northwood, born on january 1st, 2019 in southampton, new york. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: trai smith, naomi’s husband thus brother-in-law. anikah lenora smith, naomi and trai’s daughter, niece. aaliyah ranee smith, naomi and trai’s daughter, niece. EX/ES: rita sisay and olivia laurent. PETS: coco maki, a chow chow, snoop and peaches, two bunnies.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 6′3″ or 193 cm. WEIGHT: between 178 lbs or 81 kg and 188 lbs or 85 kg. BODY BUILD: he’s slender, with an average weight for his height. despite not being too strict when it comes to diets or workout routines, greyson doesn’t have many issues keeping his average weight. he’s not lanky or overly slim, but he’s not out of shape either – he has a toned stomach and legs, and he has muscular arms. EYE COLOR: dark brown, depending on the lighting and weather their shade seems to vary from an earthy, coppery brown to black. EYESIGHT: his eyesight is impeccable, he has no vision-related issues so far HAIR COLOR & STYLE: if greyson was to leave his hair be and didn’t style it, he’d have a huge curly mess to deal with. on a daily basis, he keeps his hair braided into sections, tying the majority of the braids into a ponytail while leaving some of them loose. if he’s in the mood to change it up, he goes for two cornrows and if he really can’t be bothered with his hair, he’ll just braid it and leave it at that. that is, when his hair is as lengthy as it is now. when he cuts his hair and has it a little bit shorter than he has now, he either goes for center-parted cornrows or he just gets someone to braid his hair and ties it in a small ponytail. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: his million-dollar smile has swiftly become his trademark, as well as his braided hair, and often those are the two thing people immediately notice. in an alike manner, some seem to notice his pristine skin, others tend to be distracted by his towering frame. amongst many other, those are perhaps his most notable traits. SCARS AND MARKS: here's a noticeable scar on his left cheek and a couple more scattered throughout his body as a result of every day's life. other than those, there's a birthmark on the inside of his left wrist and the occasional mole here and there. TATTOOS: he does have some ; he has ALT tattooed behind his ear which is the name of his first EP, the one that catapulted his career, and he has the word YLOHNU ( unholy backwards ) tattooed on the outer side of his left wrist. on the inside of his left arm, positioned where it’d be considered the inside of the elbow, he has LONDON and NEW YORK in uppercase, forming an upper arch, and forming a lower arch, he has TOKYO and LOS ANGELES also in uppercase - the four main cities that helped with him get where he is today. along his right hipbone, he has off the maps no hidden grids, i’m fleeing which was taken out of one of his songs from his latest album and is one of his favorite lyrics he ever wrote/sung. he has a blacklight tattoo saying i solemnly swear that i’m up to no good along with some footsteps on the inside of his right wrist. in white ink, and below his left pectoral, he has neah’s heartbeat and on his left ankle he has a small compass tattoo pointing north. on the side of his index finger from his right hand, he has a small rose ( his mother’s favorite flower ) and on the inside of his left wrist, he has VENI. VIDI. VICI. tattooed in uppercase. on his ring finger, he has the coordinates to where he and leticia got married tattooed in bold font. on very small scale/font, he has the quote i can be changed by what happens to me but i refuse to be reduced by it split in three parts on the right side of his ribcage. more recently, he has gotten XIII VIII MCMXVC - leticia’s birth date - tattooed alongside his left collarbone. besides that, there’s a KBN and a RNN - koda’s and romi’s initials respectively - micro-tattooed on his pressure point, just below his ear. PIERCINGS: he has a piercing on his left regular lobe. VOICECLAIM: asap rocky. ACCENT & INTENSITY: despite all the traveling around the world and residing in various locations over the past few years, greyson was born and raised in new york and his accent has remained intact all throughout. that being said, he has a really intense new york accent. ALLERGIES: apples, dust mite and he’s lactose intolerant. PHOBIAS & FEARS: losing himself. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: socially, usually not to a point where he’s hammered. SMOKING: yes, mainly in situations of extreme stress. NARCOTICS USE: in the beginning of his career, greyson used to do lsd and lean but he has quit it a good while ago. these days, and mainly when he’s going through the creative process or looking to unwind, he does smoke weed. INDULGENT FOOD: on the rare. SPLURGE SPENDING: yes, occasionally. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, he can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and not much. he can bake simple things but he can’t do any intricate dessert or cake or anything. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? yes. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? no. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? in between. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? light sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? showers. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? coca-cola. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? cinema. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? both. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? pizza. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? snowballs fighting. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? cotton candy. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? sci-fi. HORROR OR COMEDY? both.

005. GREYSON’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: song-writing, singing, recording... the whole process about making a song. FAVORITE ANIMAL: jaguar. FAVORITE BOOK: so far, greyson has no favorite book FAVORITE COLOR/S: grey. FAVORITE CUISINE: chinese, japanese, indian and thai. FAVORITE DISH/ES: chow mein, thai fried rice, phat khing, sashimi, panipura and kung pao chicken. FAVORITE DRINK/S: mint and ginger lemonade and vodka tonic. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: magnolia and cherry blossom FAVORITE GEM: aquamarine. FAVORITE MOVIE: hidden figures by theodore melfi. FAVORITE SONG: DNA. by kendrick lamar. FAVORITE SCENT/S: the scent of the rain, coconut, popcorn and melted chocolate. FAVORITE SHOW/S: he doesn’t have much time to keep up with television shows so he doesn’t have a favorite one. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, he supports houston rockets and brooklyn nets, baseball, he supports new york yankees, and american football, he supports new york giants. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: spring. VACATION DESTINATION: bagan, myanmar, hokkaido, japan and panjin, china.

[quietdaysco]

Primrose Path - Devlog #003

Nanoprogress

Well, all of March flew by, and while we’re watching participants of this year’s NaNoRenO celebrate their demos and bite-sized projects, we’re happy to share with you some of the fruits of our labor! We focused on the first third of the game’s Common Route, which is the very beginning of Primrose Path’s story. Here’s some of our mock-up assets we worked on from all of last month:

Character Sprites

We have initial sprite concepts done of the first three characters you’ll meet in-game! From left to right, say hello to:

The one-eyed silver fox and security guard, Arthur Talbert Your best friend and secret love informant, Priya Korrapati Your calculated, stiff-lipped glamazon boss, Harper Steffensen

We have all planned poses and expressions drawn for Arthur but a little ways to go for Priya and Harper, who are main characters with a lot to show off! It doesn’t stop here of course. Primrose Path is a big world, so expect to see plenty more faces to come, and some particularly handsome ones very soon! 

Background Art

And with a big world comes a breadth of places. Several backgrounds are still in progress, but here’s a snap sketch of where you’ll be spending some private time as Lynn Austen:

This is an initial draft of Lynn’s Bedroom, where work and leisure are a shuffle away in her small apartment.

Expect to see some more clean drafts of places central to Lynn, and those that help set up the fashionable and tech savvy world in which she lives.

Writing

Here’s a quick overview of the writing for the Common Route so far:

- 98% outlined - Part 1, Work Day: 13,375 words scripted

So save a couple scenes, we’ve nearly completed the script for the first third of the route! Lynn’s had a rough day at work and an ultimatum from her boss. Next up will be Part 2, The Party, where she winds down with Priya at an unusual New Year’s Eve bash—and stumbles upon some interesting characters.

We’ve worked really hard to get to the point we have after a month, and it revealed to us some things about project management, which we’ll share in another “The Process” post at a later date. But we’re not slowing down! We’ve plenty of content and some special character reveals, soon to come. Thanks for reading, and we’re always a click away if you want to reach out and talk to us. Follow along on our social media below. Keep up!

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[narilily]

"Don't look at me like that," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at the expression that he shot her way, not putting any stock into it. He was good at pulling a look, but that didn't mean that it meant anything. "Oh, please! I'm not perfect, but I'm not bad the way that you're implying, I hope you know."

He shot her a look that conveyed that he did, in fact, think she was an idiot, and for more than a moment too. Even if it wasn't actually true, because he'd never actually think that of someone he respected and cared for. "Hmm, but I've got my doubts there, Nari. You're not perfect."

[narukuwrites]

003. Part 6

Words: 2,713 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Voyeurism, Smut Summary: Heahmund keeps up appearances with the ship guests before sating his thirst, Ivar has a bath and finds himself lost in thought and aroused at the prospect of working with Heahmund and things become a bit heated between them both.

Author’s Note: Same as the previous one’s beta wise. Edits will be made accordingly when she has seen to them.

Walking away from Ivar’s cabin Heahmund feeling pleased with how things how turned out, now he was confident that with the young northerner’s assistance he would succeed in completely bringing The Order to its knees. He smirked at that and saw that in many ways, Ivar could be seen as his bloody, angel of death, there was so much darkness in him and he felt it was serendipitous that the other was on his side. He might have been a creature of the night and forced to skulk in the shadows but there was something truly primal and raw within Ivar. Something he wanted to fully bring out and nurture, how odd this feeling of fondness of someone he’d only met. It was something he’d never felt, in all his long years and not since his beloved Ilona.

Heahmund had made his way towards where the first class lounge and as he neared it the music coming from the band that was playing became louder and he effortlessly put up his charming guise as he entered into the room, where groups of the upper class and wealthy people conversed and sipped at wine and champagne. He would not find a meal of sorts here no, he had to keep his up his appearance and as such  walked amongst them all socialising and chatting amicably, his natural charm and courteous manner made him approachable and he garnered as always many admiring gazes and he smiled back at those who did, causing a couple of ladies to blush and look embarrassed and titter with each other.

To everyone here on the boat, at least in first class, he was Alexander Greyson wealthy American entrepreneur, charming and confident. Naturally, there were those jealous of him also, mainly the men but he wasn’t too bothered by them. Once he had spent a fair enough amount of time to not arouse suspicion he made his way out of the loud music room and was grateful to be going somewhere, a little quieter. The lower decks, where the poorer people were relegated and kept, their ilk were separated from those in first class and there was less lighting down there also, and a lot of darkness and it was a perfect place to find a meal to sustain him. He wanted to be quick though, the thought of seeing Ivar naked in a bathtub was a rather enticing prospect in itself.

--

The bath had taken some time to fill up and that had given Ivar time to think about everything that had happened. He was filled with rage and anger at the fact, the whole of Kattegat had planned this, to get rid of him and the fact they had done so, in such a manner. The betrayal from everyone he had protected and looked after - perhaps it had been Bjorn’s influence. But no that couldn’t have been right, there was no way his brother was clever enough to think of such a thing. Whatever it had been, Ivar would make sure they would suffer terribly once he was done with assisting Heahmund in his endeavors.

There had been some kinds of strange scented liquid to put into the bath but Ivar didn’t need something like that and he instead went for the bath salts, those would be enough. This place that he had found himself quite literally thrown into, would take some for him to adjust to. He was more fond of the simpler life and the grandeur of all of this, made him wonder just how much of his amassed fortune and spoils of war had been given to whoever owned this ship. No doubt a fair sum and even if it had meant he was given a nice room, it still in many ways felt like an opulent prison of sorts. But then he found himself thinking about the boat itself, he was on.

This ship was one that was unlike any he had ever seen before larger than any Floki could have made. Perhaps this was one of those advancements that Heahmund had talked about? And if that was the case just what would he get to see in London, no doubt a very different landscape - but he was sure regardless of the territory and landscape he would come up with a plan that would work to ensure the downfall of those whom Heahmund sought revenge against. Ivar would find out what the name of what kind of creature his new companion was, he found himself wanting to know as much as possible about him.

From what he had pieced together it was a life that had been forced upon Heahmund. But why? Perhaps as a punishment or to make a statement? How had they done such a thing? There were still so many variables and things he hadn’t quite figured out, but he would in time. Just as he always did. But he knew one thing - he would make all them pay for their transgressions against his partner.

He found himself excited though at the thought of being in the midst of such chaos and battle would be glorious and he grinned manically at that thought before divesting the rest of his attire and gracelessly slipping into the bath and letting out a hiss at the heat of the water, before he settled to the temperature and leaned back and shut his eyes. The heat permeating his body was divine and he found himself being lulled into a more relaxed and pliant state and was thrilled at the fact, that very soon he would plotting devious ways to ensure the downfall of Heahmund’s enemies. London would run red with blood and he would bathe in the midst of it, like a cleansing benediction and offerings to the gods.

--

The difference between the first and lower class decks was stark in contrast, many people of all ages and walks of life cramped together, there were cabins of course but basic and simple. Various chatter filtered through their air, the crying of the odd baby and little child adding to the symphony of noise and the smell wasn’t pleasant but nevertheless here he would find someone and their absence would not go unnoticed, so he waited in the shadows watching his eyes taking in each and every one of them, those who were travelling alone would be his main objective and luckily from what he could see there were a few he could choose from, all of them men mind you but Heahmund wasn’t choosy when it came to this sort of thing. Blood was blood and he did wonder that maybe at some point, he could convince Ivar to let him drink from the young northerner, because that taste, Ivar’s blood had been absolutely divine. One taste had not been enough, he felt himself wanting more.

And at that thought he felt the bloodlust rising and so he whispered into the mind of young man, he was unordinary and plain but susceptible to his suggestions and he lured him to follow into the darkness of the lower depths being mindful not to bring too much attention to it but thankfully a lot of people in this area seemed to be dozing and resting and when the man was close enough he grabbed the other before retracting his fangs and immediately sinking his teeth into the man’s neck, holding his hand over the mans mouth to muffle his cries as he drank deep and long and although it wasn’t the blood he truly desired, he would make do with this for now. And when the body was lifeless he carried it towards the deeper bowels of the boat and threw it into one of the furnaces before making his way back towards where Ivar was. He had dallied long enough and wanted to see Ivar wholly.

--

Not too surprisingly the thought of all the blood and violence caused his body to naturally react and although he was a cripple, he was still very much capable of getting an erection and experiencing pleasure. Such thoughts tended to get a reaction from his body and that was perfectly natural, Ivar was not ashamed of that fact, He was no virgin by any means but sex wasn’t something he found himself finding a great need or want for, he found both women and men attractive of course and the fact that Heahmund’s face came into his mind caused him to let out a happy sigh.

There was no denying that Heahmund was attractive to look at, indeed there had been something between them earlier - of that he was certain, it felt electric almost. And he glanced down at his arousal which didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon and decided that he would have to take care of it and he knew exactly who he would be thinking of.

And so he wrapped his hands around his sizeable length licking his lips before closing his eyes and stroking himself in a languid manner letting out a moan as he pictured Heahmund in front of him, naked and aroused and staring at him with almost luminous eyes and murmuring him praises on his knees and wrapping his lips around his length and he felt himself let out a loud groan as the familiar feeling of what he felt from his dream earlier, assaulted his senses and his mind....

Heahmund had soundlessly once more made his way into Ivar’s cabin and could smell the arousal and soft sounds of pleasure coming from the bathroom of the cabin which he gravitated to making little noise as he did so. Ivar was too distracted to notice his presence, seeking his own pleasure and he took this moment to take in every inch of Ivar that was exposed to him. His upper body was built, and compact no doubt due to having to compensate for his lower body, but even that was sculpted and absolute perfection.

Ivar had been shaped by his world and the life he lived and he wondered if Ivar would be upset or aroused at knowing he was watching, the younger touch himself and he was curious as to what exactly Ivar was thinking about or indeed whom - and so he once more delved into Ivar’s mind and chuckled at what the other was envisioning. Ivar was thinking of him and well that needed a reward of sorts.

“Oh, I will happily partake of your flesh…” Heahmund replied with a grin as he took Ivar’s length into his mouth, his face shifting into his vampyr one sucked and licked, making sure to drag his fangs along the engorged flesh of Ivar’s length, and using his tongue to lick the entirety of his shaft and wrapping his hands around the base before taking Ivar into his mouth once more. moving them both synchronously and all too soon bringing Ivar to orgasm.

Fuck it all felt so real, Ivar found himself being overwhelmed with feeling, desire and want and although he was stroking himself in a harder manner now, he could still feel that warmth, wet heat of Heahmund’s mouth and let out a loud groan as he hit his release and dirtied his water with his release, before he opened his eyes and found himself looking at a smug looking Heahmund. And he couldn’t find himself being mad at the other, in fact, it was nice to know that not only had Heahmund being an audience he had participated it in as well, in a manner of speaking.

“You are lucky I have no weapons to throw at you..” Ivar replied with a dark grin before carrying on and commenting on the fact Heahmund looked a bit more flush with colour than normal. “...I take it have had your fill then, it is good to see you have more colour in your cheeks..” he teased before deciding that he was done with his bath now, as the water was starting to cool and began to pull himself out of it and he found himself surprised that he didn’t lash out as he normally would as Heahmund came into space and offered him assistance with the action. Perhaps he hadn’t because he knew that this wasn’t being done out of pity for the fact Ivar was a cripple.

Or maybe that subconsciously wanted Heahmund’s hands would be on him. Just the thought of having Heahmund’s hands on him though sent a shiver of want through Ivar which he chose to ignore for now as best he could and let Heahmund help him out of the bath before carrying him bridal style, like a maiden one he’d dried himself off enough with a large cloth, which was a lot softer than ones he used in Kattegat.

“I find myself glad then, but I cannot help but feel throwing things is your way of showing affection and yes I did, thank you for noticing, you did taste truly divine...” Heahmund replied back in the same teasing manner finding himself a lot more at ease now around Ivar. He was thankful that his intrusion hadn’t been seen as an offence to Ivar, he knew that privacy was something he should respect but he had a feeling that since he had made a blood pact and oath with Ivar, that made whatever this was - more than just an ordinary partnership and as such normal things like that didn’t apply. When he saw that Ivar was moving his form into a position to pull himself out of the bath he didn’t want to insult the younger by offering to help him, but at the same time it was an ideal time to touch Ivar and feel him, such an opportunity was something he didn’t want to miss.

Heahmund was pleasantly surprised to find that Ivar didn’t react badly to his offer of helping and he found himself uncaring that his expensive attire would perhaps be ruined as he handed Ivar a towel, that the younger used to dry himself with roughly before he with ease lifted and carried Ivar from the bathroom and onto the bed, before placing him down on it and finding himself unable to let the other go as he should do. But instead, Heahmund found himself instinctively closing the space between them both and intimately brushing his lips against Ivar’s own and chuckling at the words that came from those alluring lips of his.

Ivar found all of this very surreal and when he realised that Heahmund had placed him on the bed but hadn’t yet let go of him, his piercing blue eyes met startling red ones and he found himself suddenly feeling a little bit light headed as Heahmund lowered his head and brushed his lips against his own causing a shiver of desire to go through him once again and on instinct he chose to make a comment that would no doubt cause a reaction within the other. “Do you perhaps want me Heahmund? I do not blame you, I am indeed a force to be reckoned with...” he said murmured against Heahmund’s lips.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you brought upon this vessel..” Heahmund replied as he let go of Ivar finally and ripped away the towel that was covering Ivar’s well defined and beautifully carved body, exposing it to the coolness of the cabin as the other’s skin responded with goose-pimpling, and he let his hands wander and caress as he pulled Ivar into a deep, hungry kiss that the younger responded beautifully too, before he with a growl pulled away to nuzzle and lick at that delicious neck that was now exposed to him. He would not bite or claim Ivar of course, but the smell of Ivar it was divine, like the finest wine.

“Your blood it sings to me, ever since we made that oath..” Heahmund added as his face shifted and he felt Ivar’s hands guide him away from his neck as he shifted into his true guise and saw that he was being looked at with, awe and desire. Before being pulled into a kiss, this time with Ivar taking control...

[wehatejulietsimms]

Bullshit. Management SUGGESTS a VIP price and the artist oks it. My Dad's a tour manager. The more famous/stuck up an artist is, the more they're going to charge for their VIP. I've been to $5 & $750 VIP concerts. The more expensive VIP, the less people are going to buy it. The less people that buy it = more time YOU get with BVB. Only 8 ppl brought the $750 Mariah VIP & she hung out with us for 2 HOURS before the show vs 300 girls who got the $5 Greyson VIP and I only saw him for .003 seconds.

Well I guess there’s a silver lining, which is good. -N

[painconsumed]

TOP 6 ACTIVITIES OF ELENA

SEND  TOP  SIX  ANYTHING  !!                               @sclvatore​

001.  her  most  favourite  thing  to  do  is  undoubtly  WRITING.  she  has had  a  diary  snce  the  moment  she  could  make  sence  of  what  her  day  was  like.  and  she  was  always  good  at it.  her  mother  taught  her  a  lot  and  sparked  the  writing  bug,  but  it  is  elena’s  natural  talent  that  kept  her  on  writing.  she  also  wanted/wants  to  be  a  writer.

002.  well,  with  writing  comes  READING.  she  likes  reading  dramas  and  thrillers.  very  much  dislikes  historical  books  and  romances  though  the  second  one  is  something  she  sometimes  goes  for  when  she  feels  like  it.  she  liked  criminals  once  but  when  her  own  life  became  one,  she  just  stopped  wanting  to  read  books  that  seemed  too  simple  for  her now.  but  it  is  still  something  she  comes  back  to,  because,  as  i  imagine,  when  elena  was  little  and  jeremy  was  already  born,  miranda  would  sit  them  both  in  their  beds  and  read  them  a  bedtime  story  as  greyson  would  lean  on  the  door  frame  and  listen.  and  elena  carries  that  memory  with  her.

003.  another  one  is  COOKING.  again,  it’s  because  she  used  to  do  it  with  her  father.  they  would  both  run  around  the  kitchen,  filling  it  up  with  laughter.  miranda  would  sit  on  a  barstool,  drinking  wine  and  just  enjoying  the  little  peace  she  had.  jeremy  would  mind  his  business  but  as  soon  as  he  smelled  the  food,  he’d  be  there  with  them.  and  elena  loves  cooking  because  it  gives  her  this  kind  of  freedom  to  do  what  she  wants  as  she  wants  it.

004.  elena  really  likes  SEX.  she  is  a  very  emotional  person  and  she  feels  everything  twice  as  much.  so  when  she  had  her  first  time  with  stefan …  it  was  so  so  important.  for  elena  sex  isn’t  just  an  activity  of  body,  it’s  an  activity  of  soul.  it’s  two  soul  meeting  as  close  as  they  can.  it  is  all  about  emotions,  love  and  caring  for  her.  she’s  never  had  sex  with  anyone  she  didn’t  feel  anything  real  for.  but  also,  the  gal  had  sex  with  vampires       can  you  blame  her  for  loving  it?

005.  FIGHTING.  elena  knows  she  isn’t  the  best  at  it.  she  knows  she  is  a  fragile  human  in  a  world  of  monsters.  but  when  alaric,  damon,  stefan  take  the  time  to  teach  her  self - defence  it  gives  her  this  self - assurance  and  confidence.  and  she  enjoys  the  strength  she  feels  with  it.  she  likes  to  be  in  the  control  of  a situation  even  though  very  often  she  is  not.  so  fighting  is  surely  something  she  likes  to  do  although  she  rarely  does  because  she  knows  it  won’t  make  much  of  a  difference.

006.  last  one  would  be  DANCING.  but  not  club  dancing.  she  isn’t  a  big  fan  of  that.  this  is  again  about  the  emotions,  so  ballroom  dancing  is  something  she  loves  a  lot.  we  can  see  it  in  many  episodes  that  she  can,  wants  and  even  begs  stefan  or  damon  to  dance  with  her.  it’s  all  about  that  emotional  connection,  all  about  living  the  moment,  feeling  the  music  and  losing  control.