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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 . 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐒 . AIRIN . XAVIER . RULES .
i’m 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 that the strength you will need has been in you forever, but to get it you'll bleed .
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 .
br : @iubitule. @empcrer . @dumptykey . @birdhous . @lurinoodle icon & header by dokelsss || caravan palace . l’envol affiliated with : apolo && sardonic. asks: 5 drafts: 10
𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, i'm busy this weekend because family has gone on a long vacation so me and my mom are making are days / evenings girl nights! i'm itching to write tonight but we have some movies we wanna watch -v-
tom grice
『🔧』 This man was just a gold mine of explosive reactions, wasn't he? The flinch that results from his sudden, louder outburst couldn't be helped, of course, but she'd be damned if it wasn't gratifying as hell to have invoked such a strong reaction to begin with. She hurriedly flaps her hands to try and calm this man, for all the good it will do for everyone else standing around them who no doubt had their reading and browsing interrupted.
"Y- yes, yes, I made this! All by myself, too. I'm-... my postgrad research, if- if it takes off, is... gonna be focused on restoring feeling to prosthetic limbs, even as small as fingers!" His comment about Harvard does get a giggle out of her, though - Ontario Tech University just about served her purposes for a degree, but when it came to changing the world for the better...
"I- I dunno about Harvard... maybe CalTech, or MIT, they seem... well, a little better suited for what I'm going for. But- but I get where you're coming from! And- and while I do need to get back to work right now, I'd love to tell you more sometime!"
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲-𝐩𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭. He takes in a sharp breath, nodding quietly to try to contain himself from the awesomeness of her creating her own prosthetic limb. It’s such a wild concept; at least, to him. Being an animal masquerading as a man, losing a limb for an animal doesn’t have the same emotional weight. They continue life without it—not giving it a second thought and simply continuing to survive just as they did before.
Still following her plea to calm down, Airin tucks his arms beneath his armpits to prevent them from being so animated. His smile doesn’t leave his face, though—this shit is so interesting.
" I have no idea what any of those other places are, but they must be pret—ty cool if you like them. " He nods, as if what he just stated is fact. " And even cooler if you want to put feeling back into them… Are you studying reptiles and amphibians for that? Or are you going for electric pulses that your nervous system can comprehend? " See… he can be smart, sometimes.
@demon-slayer-kaiden inquired — “You know…you’re eating the food I make for the dog.” She commented looking from the bowl to the shape shifter.
“Also how did you even get in my house?”
𝐀𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞, the shifter plucks at the weirdly tasty glob he found in the fridge. He’s already gone through half of it—without giving it a second thought, because if anything is in the fridge, it’s typically for humans. Yet, before Kaiden corrects him he was thinking that he’d probably get a better experience eating this as his real self.
He shrugs, shooting her a glance like she’s the weirdo in this situation. " When I don’t have thumbs, I’m made outta’ liquid. " Duh. Airin goes back to taking another fingerful of the weird dog food.
This good boy ^^^^^^ HATES FURRIES!!!!! During pride month.
ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ With a form made of shadows && blood ; it's like breathing to shift density to match the nature of the formless. Hatred of self && dislike of power keeps abilities from true potential ──ཀཀཀ KEEP HIM FROM FEEDING ──ཀཀཀ so despite following && shifting himself around to be the shadow he is ; it's a sloppy waste of power that leaves him breathless by the time they make it to the desired room. HE SHOULD HAVE TURNED INTO A BAT ....
Sharp fingers clench to the wood of a wall to keep his body upright. Always so reckless ──ཀཀཀ always so careless. ❝ Dude, I might be a "furry", but you are too furry for me... I would never fuck a Furby. ❞
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Aluin must be pretty damn young if he’s unable to gauge his abilities properly. But if he’s that pent up about Airin calling his dick small, then he’ll let the kid pass out whenever he’s had enough. Maybe even leave him too… Learning a consequence or two wouldn’t hurt him.
" Oh? So you’re saying if I stay in my real body, you’ll never sexually harass me again? " Airin does a little twirl, accompanied by an adorable trill. He doesn’t wait for a reply, though, as he begins trotting down the physical records room with some pep in his step. " That sounds like a fine deal to me! But, if you are one of those furry types that do those costumes… I will have to bite you for the audacity. "
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, frozen car he’s perched on. He presses his knees close to his chest, his arms gripping his tense shoulder—just to maintain some semblance of warmth in this frozen hellscape. In which… how Sinyala Facility managed to create a winter hellscape hundreds of feet underground is beyond him, but who is he to question this place?
" I’d faster suck your dick than say a single word to her. " Still looking up at the distant pipes woven in the dark, distant ceiling, he shivers at the thought of how he swears he can hear her… Even when she’s nowhere to be found.
He slides down the car’s side. Landing inhumanely quiet in the light dusting of snow, he brushes past @capobambino to deliver a swift kick to Mansion’s back entrance. Of course, it won’t budge without their say, but what’s wrong with some gentle persuasion? For all they know, Gooseberry or the twins are already in there… warm and ready for the trial.
" …I hear she can’t be out in the cold. " Airin delivers another kick, albeit weaker. " I don’t even know if she leaves this shithole when the nights done. "
Scritch scritch scritch.
He gives the 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 of purreeps!
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IGNORING THE OCCASIONAL BRUSH of that rough tongue against his skin, the gesture is otherwise quite comforting. If he hadn't slowly been roused awake and realized that the sun was well past first light, he might have lingered longer to let Airin do his thing.
. . . Unfortunately, the affectionate grooming session achieves the opposite of what Airin wanted, ultimately, before its not even two seconds after he wriggles on top of Nata that the boy acknowledges Airin's weight and realizes what was going on.
More importantly, he'd overslept! "AAH!" Nata suddenly pushes himself onto his knees to roll out of bed, and with surprising strength given that Airin was nestled atop him. At somepoint he feels a light bonk as his head collides with Airin's jaw, and his foot catches the hammock canvas as he tries to toss himself out of bed. The next thing he knows, Nata is sprawled on his back, one leg still dangling in the hammock.
Seconds after being violently jolted awake, Nata lay there, taking great, deep breaths. The pendant around his neck had found itself up against his chin. The child stares at the ceiling, blinking away the shock of the sudden series of events.
Then, gingerly, Nata begins to drag his leg out from over the hammock so he could sit up better. "S . . . sorry, Airin . . ."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤. Ebony curls collide with the poor felicid’s jaw, and a sharp yelp of excruciating pain is stifled by his purple tongue caught between sharp incisors. He was barely awake before—grooming solely out of the act of self-soothing—but now he is definitely awake.
But at what cost?
Sheathed paws stumble, and the next thing he knows, he’s tumbling onto the sooty earth like a wet ragdoll. Hells, he didn’t even try to stay atop the apprentice, or land on his paws. He’s more awake, the grumbly groan leaving his little body making that abundantly clear, but not awake enough to grumble some sort of retort at the kid… or roll onto his belly to look up at Nata’s distraught face.
The ground would treat him better, he thinks.
𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, enjoying my new fan, until i pass out. i'll be on discord though!
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ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ At first, Aluin looks pissed and annoyed ; this was not the OUTCOME he wanted. He wanted to annoy and destroy with chicken poop ──ཀཀ feathers ──ཀཀ gosh, and the smell of all the birds ──ཀཀ AND YET ──ཀཀ he made this place HEAVEN for one very nice-seeming lady, Mama Bull....
❝ What the fuck... keeping SOME OF THEM, sure, but ALL OF THEM?! You'll be eating so many eggs every day ──ཀཀ haven't you played minecraft?? They are going to pop out more chickens -- ! ˎˊ˗ ❞ Mind flashes with the thought of flamingos getting their pink color from shrimp, but it's Arin getting his yellow color from eating EGGS... Stil... Aluin is not a momster, a VAMPIRE, yes, a momster, no... just an idiot looking for more property damage charges. Seeing her so happy, the cute little mark on the birbs, he has to give in to his French heritage and surrender this battle. There's a slight smile, and he's reminded of his bat army.
❝ Never mind... this still works. You still have to DEAL with all of these chicks. ❞ He pulls out his phone and quickly googles ──ཀཀ be it with some trouble due to more modern phones needing more warm touch. ❝ HAHA ten years !! This is even better ──ཀཀ she LOVES THEM ──ཀཀ you'll 100% have to deal with them at some point. ❞ ANYTHING TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE HE WON.
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟, but Airin has no intention of letting that slip. It doesn’t matter if he gives him an inch or nothing, Aluin will run a mile with it anyway. So this kid will continue to learn how stubborn Airin can be. Although this little stunt didn’t really feel like it was solely directed at him… in a way. MB is still way too cheerful in the distance.
Airin tucks his hands into his pockets. " I have no idea what a Minecraft is, copi. " His shoulders rise, and he looks a little bewildered at the weird name of…whatever the vampire is rambling on about. It must be something the youth are into these days—shit, he has no idea about because he’s a grown man.
He looks behind his shoulder again, smiling as more kiss-stained chickens waddle about. " Well, MB grew up on a massive cattle farm, so… I don’t think I’ll have to take care of any of them. She’ll probably send them off to better homes, eat a few, keep a few… You know… farming stuff. " He swirls a hand for emphasis. " A myth bar is no place for a bunch of chickens, but thank you for your financial sacrifice to make my boss happy. "
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 FINALLY installing a ceiling fan into my bedroom. the second i turned it on i ascended....
"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.
for the "i don't need your help" one
you can get lost.
i thought i told you i had this under control.
you never listen to me.
i was taking care of it.
leave me alone.
are you happy now?
you just stepped in and ruined it for me.
that was completely unnecessary and you know it.
i had it under control.
you didn't need to show up.
can't you let me handle my own shit?
i would have appreciated it if you asked first.
i had it handled!
you didn't need to do all that!
what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?
they were about to give it to me before you showed up!
i had something going and you ruined it!
what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?
you trained me better than this.
you can't just show up every time and save me.
what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?
i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.
you taught me this.
i'm never going to forgive you for this.
that was uncalled for.
what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?
how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?
i'm not you.
for the "i'm just trying to help you" one
i heard you struggling.
i was just trying to help you.
and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?
things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.
you never would have done that by yourself.
it's okay to ask for help.
it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].
a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.
i had to make sure you were okay.
of course i trust you. this was never about trust.
i'm not going to risk your life like that!
i should have been there sooner.
if i'd only reached you faster.
a simple "thank you" would suffice.
you could thank me for saving your ass back there.
sure didn't seem like you had it under control.
things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.
i'm in charge here, not you.
i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.
we're done here.
i'm not arguing with you.
i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?
i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.
it's because i care about you.
of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.
you're not ready.
next time, let me handle it.
clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.
we'll try again tomorrow.
❝ I believe my party would prefer the infused drinks, ❞ Evanidus greeted the young man with fangs && a crinkling of the corners of his eyes, ❝ I will be the one purchasing all of our alcohol tonight, money is no object. ❞
Evanidus was content to leave it at that at first. Allow the man to continue his work && settle in himself with the rest of the vampiric crowd. The young man's scent, ever-changing like the tides of the sea, caught Evanidus' attention. Not human, of course, but he did grow curious as to what the man was.
Taking a second look at him, he was well-muscled, strong, enough to assumedly protect someone if need be. His eyes were as blue as the sky && his hair as golden as the sunlight, like he had been carved by nature itself. Something about him was almost electric, like the very air changed in his presence.
Evanidus wasted little time, ❝ Young man, excuse me for asking, but do you have a partner or spouse of some sort? ❞
" 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. " He doesn’t care to maintain eye contact with the gentleman. It’s an animalistic habit that carries itself even into this body. And if he’s playing waiter for part of the night, he doesn’t want to carry the stride of a stoic bouncer.
So, he carries on—setting the current drinks down one by one, and ignoring the pair of eyes lingering on his every move. What’s this dudes deal? He can feel annoyance beginning to wrap up his spine. Yet, what he doesn’t expect when he tucks the serving tray under his arm, is such… confidence.
Immediately, the nonchalant expression he wore gives way to flushed, flustered confusion. " I’m, uh— " Airin rapidly blinks away his sharp, surprised pupils that sprang forward the second the gentleman prodded. Is he really trying to proposition something two seconds into talking to him?? " N.. no? Wh—y do you ask?? "
Three to Get Ready by Betty Boegehold and illustrated by Mary Chalmers published in 1965
