Mike Donahue

Mike Donahue. Just another small town man lost in the drama that is new orleans. I came here six months ago in search of fun and adventure. What i found is so much cooler. Oh, and don't tell my parents, but I think witches and vampires might be real. ((Indie OC Rp blog. Mun and muse 21+. Mostly focused on TO/tvd lore but open to crossovers. Read guidelines before interacting.))

[accidentallymagic]

Like for a starter from Remus

[accidentallymagic]

Scenario: Percy is a gorgon - he has snakes for hair which can turn people into stone. He keeps his snakes covered with a beanie + your muse keeps trying to peek under it.

"Don't touch the hat." Percy slapped his lover's hand away, instantly pulling away from their kiss. "Hard red line. 'Kay, dude?"

[mysteryoflovc]

They're so far out in the boonies there's no more street lights to illuminate their way and Fen's got a busted out headlight. He can hear their breathing -ragged and choppy like they're trying to calm themselves down. Good. He's going to let them fester for a little bit longer. "Why don't you start by telling me what you were doing all the way out here alone?" He wonders if they were shoved out of a car or trying to run from something. Or someone. Is it better or worse that Fen was the one to stumble upon them? Their hero, no? "Pretty thing like you wandering aimlessly on your own just doesn't feel right."

open to: m/f/nb plot: fen found your muse and it might actually be worse that they've crossed paths.

[accidentallymagic]

Mike was no stranger to the outdoors. Living on a farm, Mike he loved the dark of the night. In fact, he embraced it... Usually. But not tonight. "Oh, um. Oh---" He cast a glance behind him, the sight of the run-down car only adding to his fear. Mike paused, again. Allowing the silence to spread between them. "Was out for a run. Sunset really snuck up on me. Bad planning but it happens." Mike lied, avoiding eye contact. "What makes you think it's aimless?"

[mysteryoflovc]

"I thought so too." Ben laughs softly because he'd only ever gotten numbers on napkins when people were too shy to ask him to just take out his damn phone. Ben can't help but watch the others face his gaze darting between his eyes and mouth before he's smiling and Ben mirrors it with one of his own. "I mean I don't need a discount. Money isn't really an issue. Besides if it's for life it's worth it." Ben's a bit of a hopeless romantic. Obviously made evident about him talking about this to some random girl in the club and following up on it.

"Stage five clinger." Ben agrees with a slow nod. He's been told that before he's possessive and clingy. Ben doesn't know about that he just likes living inside his mans pocket. Is that such a crime? He does like hearing that the other thinks he's handsome and not psycho. At least not outwardly. "Could that happen? I thought it would only attract someone with intentions of being in love with me. I don't know if I could ever dislike someone who loves me." Ben frowns, "Is that common?"

[accidentallymagic]

"Handsome. Not a total psycho. Rich enough to say money isn't an issue. Still not seeing how you're single... Even if you are a stage five clinger." Remus reached forward and plucked a hair from Ben's head, "I already applied the discount. I'm not printing a second quote so you'll just have to accept it." He slid the hair into a small plastic baggy, "For real, though. What skeletons are you hiding in your closet?

"That's just it. It will attract someone who wants to love you. Might increase their attraction to you. But it won't impact anything on your side." He gestured for Ben to follow him into a room off to one side, "It's all theoretical, of course. I've never used the spell myself: I accepted I'd be chronically single long ago." Remus shrugged, "Name's Remus, by the way. You are...?"

[sunshinexstardust]

"Great," Colter deadpanned, "Love hearing that I'm just one in a long line of inappropriate men you've fucked despite it being inadvisable. A guy's greatest desire is to hear that he's absolutely nothing special, makes me feel really good," he teased. "If I get fired you lose a pretty guy to fuck," he scoffed.

[accidentallymagic]

"I don't remember saying anything about inappropriate. Maybe I seduce the men who are good for me." Keos pulled Colter back into the bed, encouraging him to relax against the plush mattress. "If you get fired, which you won't, but if you do, I'll hire you at the same salary." He smirked, "You're supposed to enjoy the post-nut, not stress out."

[accidentallymagic]

Scenario: Your muse works for Keos' mother. After months of flirting, Keos finally seduced them.

"Will you calm down?" Keos grabbed his lover by the shoulders, pulling them back into the bed. "You think you're the first staff member I've slept with? You're fine. Everything's fine." He wrapped his arm around their waist, peppering their neck with kisses. "You're not gonna get fired. I promise."

[mysteryoflovc]

"Oh." Ben blinks slowly as he takes in all that the other is saying. "Well this girl in the club could tell I was feeling some type of way. She said she could tell I was lonely." He explains which feels like way too much to share with this poor stranger. Ben's never met decorum and has no issue spilling his guts. He keeps staring right at the other man, "a card? No she wrote it on a napkin." Ben shakes his head as he pulls it out of his pocket. "Can I still have a discount?"

Ben smiles real wide at the others offer. He's almost giggling at how dumb he knows he looks. He doesn't know why there's no sense of caution coming from himself. While he is a very warm, open guy he usually keeps things a little more casual. There's just something here he can't explain. He follows him. "Yes. I've tried all those things." Ben insists as he leans against the counter the other sets the book down upon. "I don't have anyone in mind. Not a real person anyway." Ben insists, "I just want to find someone who wants me all to themselves. Someone a little obsessive and crazy." The dark haired man grins, "I'm not even picky."

[accidentallymagic]

"A napkin. You know it's a totally legit recommendation when it's from the back of a napkin." Remus kept a straight face for several, long, moment before nodding with a crooked smile. "Sure. You can get the discount. Fair warning: love spells aren't cheap." He printed out a check and handed it to Ben, "Price look good? I ask for a deposit up front - to cover the cost of ingredients - and the rest after you've used the spell.

"You have? What's the catch? You're handsome. You don't seem like a total psycho: I find it hard to believe you couldn't find someone to snap you up." Remus raised a brow, "Ah, I see. Sounds like you might be a bit of a clinger." He pursed his lips, "What's your plan for if the spell attracts someone you don't like?"

[mysteryoflovc]

For some reason he feels caught out even though he's allowed to be in here. He watches the other and nods slowly even though he does not know how to ask for what he wants. Then again he does think it must be popular right? He feels a flicker of embarrassment in his belly as he glances towards the doorway where the other had come through. The girl from the club hadn't mentioned anything else beyond the shop.

"Oh really? Someone told me about your shop." Ben says in lieu of explanation. He turns his body to follow the others arm as he tries not to grin about it. It'd be easy to tease the other but he doesn't know him and he seems a little serious. "Yes I'm looking for a love spell can you do that?" He asks curiously. "It's not for someone else. I just want someone to fall in love with me. That sounds crazy when I say it out loud."

[accidentallymagic]

"Really. They come for the coffee and fresh made pastries. They stay for the ghosts... Most people treat this part like a glorified souvenir shop." Probably not the best thing to say to a prospective customer, but something about the man's demeanor had Remus quietly charmed and lowering his guard. "Don't get many referrals. But, if they gave you a card, I'll give you a 10% discount.

"15% if you give me another smile." Remus tilted his head, gesturing for Ben to follow him over to the register. "Suppose you've already tried Hinge, Tinder, and the like? A love spell is no joke." He retrieved a heavy book from behind the counter, "But it's definitely doable. Tell me more. Do you have a person in mind? Or are you hoping to attract someone you have yet to meet?"

[mysteryoflovc]

Ben feels frantic as he keeps waving the papers of the Wikipedia pages he printed off about witchcraft and love spells. It's crossed his mind that this might be the only way and he'd spoken to a girl in the club who asked him about his zodiac sign so he asked her if she knew anybody who could conjure up a spell to make someone fall in love and she strangely said yes. Wrote down the address of a shop and slipped it into his pocket. So here he is standing in front of the shop with the papers flapping in his grasp before he opens the door with a confidence he always carries himself with.

"Hello?" Ben's nosy too and he doesn't hesitate to look around and start touching everything very gently. He wonders if it's real that a spell could be cast on someone and their love be true. Or would it just be a facade? Ben frowns as he thinks about it for a beat too long before he hears approaching foot steps. "Hi. Sorry for-" He motions to all the little trinkets he moved, "I got distracted." Ben takes in the sight of the other and squints because he swears he's seen him before but he can't put his finger on it. @accidentallymagic

[accidentallymagic]

The quiet chime of the door had alerted Remus to the stranger's presence. But, with business booming in the cafe, and his servers on break, he'd been forced to leave them to idle as he carefully watched them through a grainy screen. Almost five minutes had slipped by before Remus was able to slip away and approach the customer in question.

"Sorry. Was dealing with people next door. Not many people enter through this side: they usually find it by visiting Cakes and Cauldrons first." Remus replied, nonchalantly reaching past Ben to adjust one of the trinkets. "You can touch whatever. But if you break it, it's yours." He eyed Ben with a quiet 'hm.' The man didn't look anything like his regular clientele. "Are you looking for anything in particular? A good luck charm, some restorative tea, maybe?"

[accidentallymagic]

Scenario: Your muse asked for Remus to contact a deceased friend/relative/whatever. His spell worked except, for whatever reason, they want your muse dead. Bonus plot: your muse turns Remus into a vampire to break the spirits' influence over him.

"Wait, don't drink that!" Remus' fingertips glowed with magic, causing the cup to crack and spill its liquid before his customer could drink it. His expression was one of quiet apology, "It's poison. The friend you asked me to contact? They spoke to me. They--" Blood dripped from his nose as he fought off the influence of the spirit, "They want you dead."

[accidentallymagic]

Like for a kinky starter from Mike or Sebastian

[boysfromtheburbs]

"Really?" Tyler couldn't stop himself from asking. All his life, he was made to believe that any kind of jealousy stemmed from insecurity, and was therefore really unattractive in a partner. "...Of course I'm jealous. I mean, have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately, Sebastian?" He asked, brows raised in question. "You're just about the hottest guy in the joint, so of course you're being ogled. And of course that annoys me." He grumbled. A warm feeling ran through him at the reminder of how they spent their morning. Pouting, wet lips wrapped around his hardened length, slurping down on him with glee. It was making him hard just thinking about it. With a newfound look of determination on his face, Tyler placed a squeezing hand on Sebastian's thigh. "Babe, you're the only lay for me. No question, not a doubt in my mind. No one turns me on the way you do. Even now, all I'm thinking about is fucking your brains out when we get home. Does that answer your question?"

[accidentallymagic]

"Really, really. Who wouldn't be a little turned on from watching a literal ten-outta-ten get all worked up about some competition?"Sebastian shifted closer, picking Tyler's arm up and guiding it around his shoulders. "Nothing wrong with sending a message here and there: a small mark, a little scenting, some posturing... You'll hear no complaints from me." His smile wavered, cheeks burning red, when the bartender glanced at them. Sebastian was certain they'd overheard Tyler's admission. "Loud and clear. There's no doubt in my mind. If they come back over, I'll tell them to take a hike.

"Now, tell me more. What's the build up for when we get home? Where're you imagining it'll happen?"

[accidentallymagic]

Like for me to respond to your open starters or send you memes

[kiul7]

Just because it is between your legs doesn’t mean it belongs to you. It’s mine to use remember ? And I don’t think you are allowed to touch it for a little while.

[accidentallymagic]

Like for a kinky starter from Mike or Sebastian

[realbcys]

"It absolutely would make it difficult," Eli said, watching Mike realize exactly what his conditions entailed. "Not impossible, but very, very difficult. I could show you some of the ways, if that becomes too big of a problem for you." Eli smirked at that, knowing what Mike would probably be thinking. Eli had a fantastic ass. Nine pounds of clappable material. Not that Mike would get to test it out anytime soon. "And you won't get fired because we go to a concert and spend a couple days in a hotel together, I promise." The concert was out of town, only increasing the price to go.

The ten dollar mark was too high, however. "I don't think just a handful of days is worth the price of the tickets. One day for every two dollars," Eli countered. He was a hard negotiator. He'd been trained by the best. Still, he appreciated Mike trying, and was willing to budge a little. Like any good negotiation, he had a price in mind and started well below it.

"Once in a lifetime concert...farewell tour....you'll never get to see them perform together again..." Eli teased into the phone, trying to make Mike crack.

[accidentallymagic]

"I'm sure you know all the tricks -- you sound like a pro. Y'know, I always wondered what all those keys you have are for. How many of them belong to other guys?" Mike's integrity might be for sale, but he was still prone to jealousy, "I believe in dating exclusivity. If you're gonna torment me, I'd feel better knowing I'm the only guy you're tormenting." He clicked his tongue, "So we're sharing a room together also? That's a lot of time we get to spend together. Should be a pretty substantial return on your investment already.

"Am I paying for the cost of my ticket or both? The cost is no joke. Even the nose-bleed seats are hundreds of dollars each." There was another long pause, "Five days. I'll even throw in a second date for good measure -- dinner. Just you and me. To redeemed at a time and day of your choosing." He replied, "When would the timer start?"

[realbcys]

OPEN to M (all positions) Your muse has some connection to Eli (friend, brother, worker for his dad's company, boyfriend, etc.) and wants to go to a concert super bad. They know Eli can afford it, but he'll only do it if he can attach some strings...or a cage. Bonus Points: If your muse is an alt rock boy, an emo boy, possibly a hip-hop/rap lover. Someone who wouldn't normally be into being caged/being overtly sexual. Extra Bonus Points: If we do a top-to-bottom and/or straight-to-gay transformations.

"I mean yea, I can buy those tickets to that concert," Eli says with a dismissive wave of his hand. His dad was loaded, his card had the funds. Money was just a concept to Eli. "And I wouldn't do that for anyone, but for you...I could be convinced." He also knew that you should never give something away for free. His dad's endless droning about capitalism made that clear.

"So how about this. If I buy these for you I have two conditions:" Eli held up two fingers, fingers. "First, I go with you. It IS a date. Second, for every dollar I spend on these tickets...you wear a chastity cage for one day. That's how you'll pay for them. Tickets now, pay 'em off in days caged." Eli knew his condition was somewhat insane. But if this guy really wanted these tickets that bad, and he needed Eli to pay for them...would he cave? And if he could cave once, could Eli make him cave again, for something else?

[accidentallymagic]

"You mean it? Thanks man. I knew I could count on you." Mike knew he should've felt ashamed. Months of dodging Eli's advances, holding firm to his principles, refusing to get tangled up with his boss' son -- all of it unraveled in that moment. Traded away for a once-in-a-lifetime concert. "Conditions?" The excitement drained from his voice as quickly as it had come. "Oh.

"A date. I can handle that. But won't your dad be mad? I have bills to pay, Eli. I can't lose my job." He briefly glanced at his phone, taking a moment to google chastity cage. "That's... That'd make topping guys real difficult." Mike hesitated, "How about one day for every ten dollars?"