nothin' good comes after midnight

kit - fallen angel - mythology rp [Please read Guide before interaction.]

[angelumlapsum]

Apologies for the lack of activity. Lack of muse isn’t a fun thing, but alas, it happens.

<3, for those that are still hanging in there for a big, silly, and dorky angel.

[angelumlapsum]

I’m alive! ... And have plenty of real life things that are taking me away from here. Just a heads up that’s where I am. :/ 

xo

[sherloques-blog]

Same. 

[solusxdividuus]

angelumlapsum liked for a starter.

[solusxdividuus]

“Oh god for the love of god– don’t call me Ozzie.” His grin is infectious, and though it dosen’t bother him a whole lot, he hates that name. He shudders visibly. “My mother called me that. ‘Ozzie!’ was what you heard if I was in real trouble.” He says with a grin.

“Between? Rough go, man. Shooting targets and teaching idiots not to shoot each other. Mostly firearms, but I can do bows n’ that sort of stuff too.” He smiles; and oh, it’s a warm, friendly smile. “Nah- I don’t shoot kitties. Not often, anyway.” There’s a wink- he’s mostly kidding.

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“I’ll r-remember to save Ozzie for when you’ve c-crossed me,” Or some other situations, but Kit wasn’t going to talk about that with a man he had just met. At least, he didn’t think it would be that sort of meeting. The infectious grin spread to Kit as he smiled back to him as he leaned against that table.

“Th-that sounds pretty good, if you ask me. I c-can’t shoot anything. C-can’t even get garbage in the b-bin most times,” He holds out a hand, a massive one that seems appropriately sized for his body but in comparison to other hands it dwarfs them. “That’s n-not the type of thing I can do. I guess I’m j-just good company for beer.”

[chriservans]

♥

[darkesthowl]

With a content hum Callum snuggeld closer to Kit’s massive body. Callum never considered himself as short or small but in Kit’s arms, pressed to his muscular chest he felt like a little pup again. And it felt good. It felt good to have someone who was able to hold him, someone who was stronger than him.The thought made Callum smile. Who would  have thought that he would ever feel like that? Or that he felt the need of someone protecting him instead vice versa? The world was a strange place. 

                      ❝ I think we can arrange that. And I wouldn’t mind the  g r o p i n g.                                  I do enjoy your  t o u c h . ❞

The wolf wiggled his eyebrows and literally climbed onto Kit. His chest vibrated in pleasure as he nuzzled the angel’s pecs. Firm and furry and oh so warm! Callum closed his eyes and pressed his nose into Kit’s chest hair, inhaling his mate’s scent. From now on he would recognize him amongst hundreds of people. With his free hand he searched for Kit’s, grabbed  it and placed it on his lower back. Finally completely wrapped into his mate’s  arms, Callum sighed happily.

                      ❝ Well, my ass will remember how you  h a d me. Twice.  ❞

Callum giggled at the reminiscence of his feelings. During their first encounter he had wanted to rip Kit apart and punch every shy smile out of whose face. This sensation was now completely gone. Right now he wanted to crawl into the angel and never let go off him again. A byeffect of the after mating process.

                      ❝ Hrm, you smell so good. Are you planning on staying here in this                                  hotel? How can you afford it anyway? ❞

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Kit could only blush at the idea of more groping with the man in his arms. They had had plenty of that all in one day but Kit wasn’t going to turn it down if the situation presented itself again. Callum felt good and having the man right there with him felt even better. With his hand resting on the small of the other’s back, Kit realized that he felt complete. He felt at home-- a feeling he hasn’t experienced since the fall.

“Well, I g-guess that means n-next time you get to jump on me. Right? Or am I th-the alpha of our pack?” A little, nervous chuckle would come from Kit’s chest as he looked down to the wolf pressing his face against his chest. Kit smiled as he wrapped his arms tighter around Callum’s body, surrounding him with the massive chest and arm muscles. The scruff from the wolf’s chin and cheeks pressed through the fur on his chest, making Kit groan as quietly as he could. 

Money was something that Kit never had to worry about; monetary gains were something that those on earth had to concern themselves with. Kit would be considered ‘set for life’ financially, but it was nothing that he would openly discuss with another. It was just another thing to keep under his hat.

“T-this is just for a little vacation. Nothing more,” Kit smiled down to Callum as he rubbed down into his head, kissing along the top of his head. “M-my home is in the city. Where d-do you live? I could c-come with you, or you could come b-back with me,” Kit never wanted the other’s lips to leave his chest as he felt the wolf take in a deep breath of his scent. Kit’s eyes closed as he took in a lungful of the wolf’s own scent, noting how it smelled different than when he first saw the wolf. Maybe it had to do with the fruity soap that he had used earlier. 

“But f-for now, I think we should j-just sleep,” Kit smiled as he leaned down, nudging Callum so he could kiss against his lips. “And y-you’re going to stay right there.”

[angelumlapsum]

Working on drafts, cancelled my Apple Watch preorder, and listening to jazz.

Today is a good da--- Oh, something shiny!

[ofmxgic]

       ❝ A look in me eyes, eh? That’s gotta be hereditary. ❞

              (    seth’s going to leave it simply at that, for the sheer fact that he                    really didn’t know what the other male was expecting. thought                    trouble did seem to find him, regardless of what he was doing.                    actively trying to AVOID it just painted a target on his back.    )

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“D-do you come from a line of trouble m-makers?” Kit said with a little grin to the other. He leaned forward on the table as he rested a hand under his chin as the other’s eyes caught his attention. It would take more than a few words from Seth to completely snap back to reality.

“--uh, what? P-pardon?”

[ofcutewerewolftype-archive-blog]

                        ❝    I never said that all i said                             was that hope tends to only                                  bring disappointment.  ❞

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                       “ M-maybe you’re hoping wrong,” Kit teased as                          he smiled to the other. “Did s-something bad                          happen recently that m-made you think this way?”

[beastnotbeauty-archive-deactiva]

The only cooking Annabelle really had any time for nowadays was simple pasta and sauce. Even Ragu. Which was consequently shattered on the ground. It’d have to be Al Fresca then… with whatever tomatoes she could salvage. She hadn’t even noticed he was helping until she heard him speaking in full sentences instead of just muttered swears as she assumed he would while he walked up.  Glancing up, she offered up a similar smile in return, letting the vexed sensation she was feeling simmer down. At least he was helping. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t think I’m too far… I should just slow down and stop acting like I have important places to go.” When the bag was full of whatever they could salvage, Annabelle stood back up, cradling it in her arms. “Thanks for helping… and don’t step on the broken glass…” 

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Kit was careful to avoid any of the broken items on the ground as he stood back up with the stranger. He smiled as he looked back to her, watching the bag in her arms carefully as if it might spontaneously explode and scatter all the items.

“S-so you don’t have an important p-place to go?” There were times that Kit was able to hide his innocence, and others were it shone out to the world like the sun. He appeared utterly serious to the other as one of his hands slipped into his pocket, the jeans bulging to contain that large hand.

“Y-you’re welcome. I s-still feel like it was m-my fault. I tend to, uh-- N-not always be aware of my surround-dings.”

[burningrxbellion-deactivated202]

@angelumlapsum

[burningrxbellion-deactivated202]

Less horns? Opposite of a demon? “You suggestin’ you’re some kinda … angel?” Yuki tilted his head, his tone rife with disbelief. Well, that was a first. Aside from Biblical accounts, he wasn’t aware of anyone having met an angel in person, especially not in the Illuminati. For all of their service to ‘God’, it seemed like either angels didn’t exist in their books or anyone who claimed to have met one was a little too devoted. “Aren’t angels supposed t’ have multiple pairs’a wings, with eyes, an’ wings for coverin’ their faces an’ stuff? Why ain’t I burstin’ into flames for makin’ eye contact with you?”

Not that he didn’t believe in angels, but he wasn’t buying into this guy’s claim. Angels were ethereal beings that, as far as Yuki believed, existed only to guide and help their charges. They didn’t interact with the world on anything more than a spiritual basis because they had no desire to materialize in the human world, so it didn’t make sense for one to be here. Although, with that figure… . The corner of Yuki’s mouth twitched upwards by a hair as he watched the stranger, and he hummed thoughtfully. Maybe he didn’t believe in miracles, but this turn of events wasn’t necessarily so bad, either.

The “angel’s” quip snapped him back to reality, however. “Uh, right. Actually, y’might better come with me, if you’re done?” Now wasn’t the time for ogling, he reminded himself. They needed to get out before the cops or more cultists decided to show up–bad enough that there were still a number of civilians that had witnessed the whole thing. But there wasn’t anything he could do about that. “We need to go. Now. I’ll give you a lift.”

[angelumlapsum]

Kit just looked to the other as he described what he should like. There was no sense of humour in that glance that he returned to Yuki as the man seemed to delight in the misfortune around him. Kit shook his head as he stepped away from the bodies-- they would have nothing he needed other than the clothes he managed to swipe from them. It wasn’t anything that would draw attention to his body other than the fact that it conformed to his body in a way regular clothes of Kit’s didn’t.

“You’ll g-give me a lift?” Did the man have a flying device? Maybe he was a certified witch and they would be riding on broomsticks. That’s what people did when they shot fire from their hands, right? “I c-can find my own way home. I don’t n-need a ride from someone who s-shoots fire so easily,” He said as he looked down to Yuki’s hands. 

Kit looked around to see if he could get his bearings. The men and women that brought him to this specific location did so without the angel able to track his progress. He was lost, and it showed as he furrowed his brow as he looked around with his hands on his hips. It wouldn’t take long for him to find where he needed to go, but the other man was right-- others would be looking for him. 

He gave a grumbled sigh as he turned back to the stranger and lowered his head in defeat.

“Okay, okay, I’ll t-take your lift. I just h-hope it’s not flying ...”

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angelumlapsum replied to your post “My followers need to get booboos so cherry can use his healing kisses…”

I think Kit has a booboo on his bum. Dive in.

tender kisses all over his cheeks.

[angelumlapsum]

Just. On? D:

[thefuckingimpala]

why is chris evans such a dweeb

[msjarvis]

“I’m very candid. I’m very loose. I’m very honest. I’m very open”

[winterwldow]

[ofworldsend-archive]

░▒▓█ ⊰ None can excel ⊱ oh.

what followed was a chill to LATCH on to the spine & crawl up, up, up..strangle hold the tongue, chill it to the last membrane & split the throat. DEATH’s throat filled with what was close to git when finding another sibling following a path that meant free thinking. a path that defied the vomit-inducing religion of droneism.  there’s hope yet for the hollow holy relics. 

            ❛Is THAT SO?❜

[angelumlapsum]

          Kit frowned as he looked to the other, his arms folded           over his protectively as he looked down to the other.           While there was no fear of pain or discomfort from           the other, he knew better than to merely let his guard           down. He lapped his tongue against the top of his mouth,           not making a scene as he cleared his throat before speaking.

          “--Y-yeah. It h-happens sometimes, you know. There are           w-worse things than death.

[angelumlapsum]

                      Kit’s being fussy at the moment and I’m not able to                       write all the drafts I wanted to this weekend. Apologies                       to those waiting for me. I will work on them this week                       when muse cooperates. 

                      Game of Thrones and Mad Men tonight. I’m gonna be a                       Busy Miss Lizzie. And Nurse Jackie tomorrow.

                      xo

(thanks to lycanstark for the hip Vogel icons. :>)