#hisapcstle

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@hisapcstle​ asked: miles vc wait before u kill me look at this *holds up 'boobies' spelled on a calculator*

oh shit....... his bad,  miles.  michael puts his knife back down on the counter.  you’re allowed to stay in his home,  buddy. 

[dcvourhcpe]

He knows that smell....

Whatever he was doing before is abandoned and he starts toward  direction with intent.

“Little pig.....”

@hisapcstle​

[damagecompilation-a]

if yall know my old miles blog @/hisapcstle no you dont

[sancctumm]

“ LOOSE something ~ ??? ” @hisapcstle​

[voiceofmany]

@hisapcstle​ asked:

« i like to think that it’s my job to show you young people how hard life is. » miles to miles

[animal crossing meme] - accepting!

It took a long moment for Miles to gather up an appropriate response, mostly because he was too busy staring at the other man with his mouth hanging open. “Did you have too much to drink? Some edible I missed? Because I know I told you about how I’m, fuck, what, over two hundred and thirty years old now?” Things happened, all right? Secrets got shared. Especially when the person you were hanging around not only shared your name, but your inability to die. “Young people, my fucking ass.”

[alicemarion]

@hisapcstle  said:   ❛   do  you  feel  alright?   ❜

alice  swallows  hard  even  though  her  throat  scratches  enough  to  ache,   feeling  the  weight  of  a  strange  hand  upon  her  shoulder,   like  the  indiscernible  movement  of  a  thousand  small  insects.   she  knows  the  true  answer  is  no,   i’m  not  okay,   but  she’s  responded  a  hundred  times  before  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes  or  the  swift  shake  of  her  head,   as  if  to  say  really?   why  bother.   it’s  no  big  deal.

wavering  green  irises  clue  him  in  to  the  agony  she’s  in,   even  if  the  way  she  doubles  over  and  clutches  at  her  stomach  doesn’t  give  it  away  already.   alice  closes  her  eyes.   whatever  murkoff  had  been  treating  her  with  has  a  serious  withdrawal:   the  effects  of  which  she  is  now  experiencing  acutely.   or  it  was  just  her  veins  smothering  themselves  in  iron.   maybe  it  was  a  mix  of  both.

❛   not  really.   ❜   alice’s  voice  is  barely  above  a  whisper  as  she  strains  to  string  along  a  coherent  sentence  without  letting  the  pain  drip  into  her  speech.   the  thin  girl  glances  up  at  miles,   and  with  a  fractured  but  ginger  movement,   gestures  with  her  maimed  hand  towards  the  inconspicuous  bag  across  the  room.    ❛   i  need  my  medicine.   can  you... ?   ❜

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hisapcstle​   /   liked for a starter!

“i heard you had a scuffle with the orderlies today, mr. upshur,” she is not pleased, obviously, but there is no judgment in her tone, nor is there a flicker of disapproval on her face. dolores is calm, a neutral party, as she studies the forming bruise on his cheek; “would you like to tell me what happened? it’s alright, i won’t tell sister jude.”

[mvncesa]

hisapcstle replied to your post: miles vc: gay

jack vc: I know u are but what am I ??

[spiderfilesarchived]

Peter isn't a Furry. he is a Buggie.

[yewordered]

hisapcstle replied to your post: nctamused replied to your post: ...

i call mountain dew a mountain dont because fuck that

You're insulting every person from tennessee in one fell swoop u realize this right

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@hisapcstle​ asked: wanders around myers house, camcorder raised. "hey there demons. its me. ya boy."

when michael stepped out of his room to leave his home and go cause unfiltered chaos,  he didn’t expect to see a survivor here,  walking around with a camcorder.  why is he filming?  not like he can upload anything in the realm...  he tilts his head in confusion,  before tightening his grip on his knife and going straight after the trespasser.  he’ll make sure this survivor never steps foot in his home ever again. 

[edxgluskin]

“We need to cut this date short because I’m going to shit myself.” yeet

Awkward Valentine’s Day/Date Starters

     The Grooms hand came to rest across his eyes. Thumb and finger massaging his temples all in the while a sigh found its way to snake past parted lips. “ Darling- ” His tone held something unimpressed. Slight aggravation swimming behind it.

     “ It is Valentines day.., But if you must. There is a bathroom right over there. ”

[prophesyr]

........ssssnoort

           dear god am i allowed to die yet

[chainsxwsmile]

(Sorry I didn’t get to these until today!) 

🦈❤️🦈❤️🦈❤️Thank you SO MUCH!!!!!! 🦈❤️🦈❤️🦈❤️🦈

[sancctumm]

miles rips off cam and JUMPS AT SANCTUM. "sup"

    “ Wh- ??? Hello ? ”

CONFUSED VAMPIRE NOISES

@menacefiles

[voiceofmany]

@hisapcstle​ - [new oc starter call]

Luis was careful. He truly was. No one had slipped through the cracks into the lower level of The Graveyard - not when there were passwords in place, identities to verify. Perhaps, though, it made him complacent.

Most humans, once they’d moved past the second bouncer at the exit of the elevator, would immediately move into the sensual lounge, decorated in golds and reds, a far cry from the grungy dark aesthetic in the kink club proper upstairs. This was where the vampires reclined and waited to be chosen by the curious feeders, and most humans couldn’t stay the fuck away from them. All the better for them, Luis supposed.

But there was a man lingering in the corridor still, glancing around as though he was lost. Impossible, really - there were no doors in the hallway to disappear inside, not when the lounge itself led to the actual rooms the vampires were renting for the evening. So there had to be another explanation. Luis moved toward the man with a slow smile, his warm eyes holding firm on his face. “Nervous?”