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ofaleksy‌:

It wasn’t the first time the demon had sought the services of a Djinn to help him relieve the chaos that swelled inside his brain. But Aleksy had never come across one like Atticus before. And never had he stayed with one quite so long before either, considering their doctor-patient ‘relationship’ had been going on for quite some time. He was a melting pot of emotions as he sat out in the quiet courtyard, counting down the minutes until it was his turn. When the door opened and he saw the beautiful hypnotherapist step out and asked for his next appointment, Aleksy got up from the bench with a somewhat hesitant pace – part of him felt guilty for allowing himself to be so vulnerable around the other – before finally allowing himself to enter Atticus’ office. He waited until the attractive Djinn closed the door behind them before he began speaking. “I’m unraveling again,” Aleksy confessed before closing the distance between enough that it became intimate. “Help me, Atticus,” he pleaded softly, his hand coming up to rest on the man’s pec. Looking up at him with a gaze of quiet desperation, he pressed himself up against the doctor. “I need you.”

Aleksy wasn’t one of the patients Atticus extorted a bunch of money from and then worked up a perfect fantasy world in his head to keep him coming back. He could, and he did it to many, but this one was one he actually tried to help. Atticus was sort of split that way, he’d decide usually within minutes of meeting a person whether he was going to be nice or the complete opposite. For Aleksy he turned up the charm and turned down the abrasiveness. He brought a hand to the small of the man’s back. The things he found in the demon’s mind were chaotic enough just from the smallest taste, he couldn’t imagine how it must be for him. “You know I will. I’ll do what I can.” He paused to nip Aleksy’s bottom lip, figuring it wouldn’t hurt, though they should take care of his mind first. He motioned to the couch, lying down in therapy seemed cliché but too many people fell on their asses as soon as he put his hands to their head. “Tell me what’s going on, tell me what it feels like, what you need.” Knowing what to look for beforehand made everything much easier. Moving to dim the lights, he sat down next to the head of the couch.

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stfujason‌:

“My superior? That’s hilarious.” There was nothing superior about the things here in the city. If anyone was superior, it was him. He was HUMAN and he was still alive. The war should have taken him out. Hell, it almost did. But his training had come in handy. His father may be an asshole, but at least he trained Jason to protect himself. He was no hunter, nor was he something supernatural, but he did seem to know what he was doing. He knew the weaknesses of certain creatures, but his annoyance always fell to his family’s kin. The fact he wasn’t a werewolf would always bother him deep down, even if he denied it. If he had been a wolf, he wouldn’t be in this city. He wouldn’t be stuck here. He wouldn’t be a PET.

His eyebrow arched at the man’s tattoos. They hadn’t been there a moment ago and for a moment, Jason assumed he was losing his mind. “The fuck, man.” They weren’t like his, he was right – but they were still there. He liked tattoos. “I’m either losing my mind, or that’s some sort of magic trick. Are you a magician? That would make a lot of sense.” He was too pretty to be a magician, but he didn’t know any species capable of doing something like that other than a warlock.

“Is it,” Atticus asked flatly, not finding anything particularly funny about it. He wasn’t even sensing anything powerful or even old age from the boy, so he must either be all talk or exceptional at hiding any abilities. Strength though, that was obvious from his build, and he wondered if this one was going to be used for the fights, rather than a pleasure pet. “I’ll admit you’re probably strong, but you’re also the one in the cage at night, so stop being cocky.” His voice still didn’t carry much animosity, he wasn’t bothered by the occasional mouthy person, though he was a bit surprised at being addressed in such a way.

He grinned at the reaction his tattoos got. “Not a magician, nor a warlock. They’re nice though aren’t they? I can tell yours are important to you, a fellow appreciator isn’t as easy to find as they used to be.” Reaching out, he traced along one of the ones he’d picked out on the man’s chest as his favorite so far. “Wanna tell me what they mean? And your name?” In return he offered a little information about himself. “I’m a Djinn, these show up on their own, but they still have meaning. And my name is Atticus.”

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jcmesbrcndon‌:

walking into the room, james allowed himself to pause for just a few minutes, eyes scanning the room. “i um…” he cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to ask what he wanted. this was harder than it seemed especially for him. but fuck, if he wanted this. besides, the worst thing that could happen was it didn’t work. it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because he was the only one that knew where he was at and he hoped the other kept quiet about who exactly he worked on. “i was wondering if you could help me?” of course that had to be a dumb question. sighing, he tried again. “is there a way to make me almost a perfect pet?”

Atticus waited patiently, this very room was the only place he was patient. It was amazing how difficult it was for some people to say what it was they wanted. That should be the easy part, but some were so used to denial, mostly the pets. Atticus was surprised at the request when it finally came. He’d had plenty of masters asking him to make their pets better, or others asking to dream up a world where their master was perfect and giving and kind but this was new. “You want to be a perfect pet? I can always help people out in some way, but it’s gonna take some figuring out on both of our parts. Are you normally a good or a naughty pet?” He found he was up for the challenge. “My name is Atticus, tell me yours. And what you are.”

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I have a major headache so these are sllllllow comin. If I don’t get to you tonight, blame my stupid head. <3

#ooc

Open || (any pets or masters)

Atticus sighed as he returned from a break, looking at the clock on the wall of his office. It wasn’t an official medical building, in fact he worked out of the downstairs portion of his home, but then he wasn’t the typical type of doctor. He wasn’t even a typical hypnotherapist. He used his Djinn abilities to his advantage, and the elite came to him to escape their daily lives for a while. Some were even addicted to the fantasy world he created for them with his magic abilities and returned time and time again as if it were a drug. Still, there were others he genuinely did help. Plus a few who couldn’t pay but could benefit from his work still came to him, he was willing to work out deals and he also helped with some of the more unruly pets around, those deals worked out by their masters or the city.

It was time for his next appointment, so he went out into the waiting room he’d created out of his front courtyard. “Next?” He motioned for the next person to follow him inside.

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foxyvikor‌:

Waking up naked and alone in a cell was the most terrifying moment in Viktor’s life. When the world changed, he and his family decided it was better to stay in their animal forms and live as such, but they were caught and he was told to run. Though he did run and it was a matter of days before he was caught.

He was forced to change and thrown into a cell. He was beyond scared and didn’t know what to do, as he sat in his cell hugging his knees to his chest. He tried to keep the tears at bay, but still, some streamed down his face. He sobbed knowing his family was probably dead and he was alone. He jumped when someone cleared their throat.

“Well that’s just the saddest thing I’ve ever seen,” Atticus said flatly. “A tiny crying naked pet. No one is gonna want you if you sit there like that. Pick your chin up a bit little pup.” Atticus had the luck to have a wealthy family all his life and when he was young, status was incredibly important, now things had come full circle and he was back to being on top again. It wasn’t cockiness, it was just what he was used to.

He did his best to examine the boy even in that curled up position. “I haven’t ever bought pets for beauty competitions but I’ll bet you anything someone will pick you up for it. I’ve seen em and you fit right in. Quite pretty.” He said it as if that would cheer the boy up.

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stfujason‌:

It was rare he got a shower. When he did, he usually took his time, regardless of the creepy guards standing around, glaring at him. For Jason, showing off wasn’t exactly an issue. He had the looks – he had the attitude – why not get something out of it? He had managed to wash his hair and finished washing the soap off his body when he reached to turn off the water, his free hand reaching around the corner to grab the towel. He quickly wrapped it around his waist, tying it before he stepped out, hand wiping the water out of his eyes.

He didn’t need super senses to know someone was standing there, watching. “If you have a question about my tattoos, I’ll add you to the list of other morons who ask the same thing.” His tattoos were personal to him. They may not hold a meaning to anyone else, but they did to him. The symbols told a story. His story. Or at least the story his father had given him before he switched it up. Trapped had been the last symbol added, right before he had been tossed into this shit hole.

“Do something useful and hand me my clothes.”

Atticus didn’t have any pets of his own at the moment, but he did like to look around at them on occasion. He was always drawn to certain people, mostly those who paraded insanity or instability around, practically advertising that they could use a few sessions in his office. The more fun type of sessions cost quite a bit of money, but he worked things out with the city for pets in need.

He hadn’t actually meant to wander into the showers but it turned out it was the best place to do some looking without pesky clothes getting in the way. Taking the time to let his eyes wander over the person in front of him he admitted with a nod that he was wondering about the tattoos. “That’s no way to talk to your superiors. Who the hell lets you get away with speaking to them like that?” Atticus’s voice wasn’t angry, he actually seemed mildly amused. “I was wondering about the tattoos, because they aren’t like mine.” He let his own tattoos show for a moment, magic kept them barely visible most of the time unless he was using his hallucinogenic powers, but they covered his entire body.

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wishmcster‌:

X | OPEN

“The world just all seems to be such a small place when you’ve seen almost every corner.” Dorian took the binding of the book and let fingers crease gingerly against the leather. The mock reptile pattern pressed into the silken skin within the palms of their hands. But the tactile distractions and the context of the ink couldn’t keep their gaze from growing heaver upon the other. They smiled. Suggesting an inviting atmosphere for the two of them to possibly encounter a lovely conversation. “I trust the day has treated you kindly and the evening is just as provocative.” They gestured to the chair beside them and settles back. “Perhaps two strangers can meet in a quiet place and just test where random chance takes them? Maybe we’d even let the meeting of the minds be entertained by soft conversation?” They smiled. Gentleness was a trait few mastered and fewer displayed. As vibrant as their energies were, they were quite crafty at emulating and displaying them all. So many choices and they couldn’t decide exactly where to land. “Shall I order us a drink? Two?”

Atticus paused before replying. “I stopped looking when it all started to blend together, war torn plains and little places popping up here and there trying to rebuild.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked out at the horizon, picturing both the pre and post war areas he’d seen. The juxtaposition of them against each other was sharp, jarring, especially for those who’d lived long before. His eyes were drawn to the book the other person held, finding the pattern soothing somehow or maybe it was just the voice that didn’t grate against his ears like so many others had today. Seeing his invitation to join the fellow Djinn, he took the offered seat and nodded. “My day began a little trying, but things have mellowed out since, and I’m hoping for a nice evening.” Atticus was definitely open to having a conversation and seeing where things went. Perfect plans fell through way too often to trust, and spontaneity was far more interesting. “A drink was what I was searching for in the first place so one of those would be fantastic.”

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