Imagine your icon being your sugar daddy.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Mike Driver
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Peter Solarz
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Janaina Medeiros
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@cavalier-darlinks
Imagine your icon being your sugar daddy.
This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.
Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.
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"Don't forget that in daylight hours, I'm still watching you."
He’d not expected to see such a brutal act while walking that night.
Grasping his cane when the young man addressed him, Michel moved forward a few steps.
“You must truly be in need to kill a man just for his wallet. Most would just ask for money rather than kill without thought.” The vampire wouldn’t usually bother someone like this, a murderer seemingly cold blooded at that.
“I shall be on my way but first tell me your name so that if you become a famous serial killer I can claim I knew you before you got big.”
He stood still as the other approached him, having put the wallet in his pocket to join the cord once he’d gotten back to his feet. His expression remained unchangingly calm as he took his measurements of the other, noting that this man was by no means human at all.
“Is that a joke?” he asked, a little unsure of what to make of such a comment and from such a man as this before giving it and offering his name with a little hesitance. “Zaire. My name is Zaire… and yours?”
"Zaire, what an unusual name." This was all Michel said as he took in the others appearance.
He was pale and skinny, like an adolescent male that hadn't eaten enough, deficient in many vitamins as he was growing.
"What possesses you to kill for hus wallet. The mere flick of a pocket knife and he'd have been handing over his money to you in minutes. Murder isn't always the right answer and I would know."
cavalier-darling
He’d stop squirming eventually, they always did. Soon those fighting limbs would lose their drive and the desperate grasping fingers would fall away. It wasn’t until the man in his grip slumped heavy and spent against him that Zaire noticed the other’s presence.
“You nothing for you here.” He said firmly, letting the man drop to the floor unceremoniously as he carefully wound the blue cord around his hand before sliding it into his back pocket. Crouching down he liberated the dead man’s wallet from his jacket pocket, making a quick dip through the remaining ones to see what else was salvageable. “I’m sure you’ve places to be…?”
He'd not expected to see such a brutal act while walking that night.
Grasping his cane when the young man addressed him, Michel moved forward a few steps.
"You must truly be in need to kill a man just for his wallet. Most would just ask for money rather than kill without thought." The vampire wouldn't usually bother someone like this, a murderer seemingly cold blooded at that.
"I shall be on my way but first tell me your name so that if you become a famous serial killer I can claim I knew you before you got big."
if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”
but what if a vampire drank the blood of someone who was anemic like would they be seriously grossed out
“what the fuck is this”
“i have anemia”
“can you take something for that you should probably take something for that this shit is nasty to drink let alone have running through your body i’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you”
“dude really you don’t have to just leave what the fu—”
“you disgust me here take these iron supplements”
“where did you even get th—”
“shut up and take your pills and dont forget your vitamin D”
“i’m going to check up on you weekly to make sure you’re taking them”
“that’s not necessary”
“maybe we should work on a dietary plan with foods rich in iron and other things for you”
“do you get this involved with all of your meals”
VAMPIREDUDE: did u get the cookbook i orderd 4 u
ME: Oh my god, first of all stop using text speak, you told me you were 278, second how did you know where I LIVED, third yes I got it.
VAMPIREDUDE: heard onions were good 4 blood, eat lots
ME: So you can have a tasty meal? I guess you’d rather I stay away from garlic, huh.
VAMPIREDUDE: UR being v rude I just got u a present!!!
ME: THE COOKBOOK IS CALLED “HOW TO TASTE DELICIOUS,” I AM CALLING THE COPS
#sounds like the begining of a beautiful friendship #gimme this sitcom
The Sun will go down eventually!
~Il Maestro~
I'm here for a bit today. I'm still sick but I can do small threads and asks and stuff. Come say hello to Michel.
He’d been glad to get home, even if it was just to bring his fussing child home. It’s been a long day trying to find the child clothes that fit, and tiredness had caught up with both of them. But an excited speak from the boy caught Zeke’s attention as he’d wandered into another room.
“What have you foun-” he cut himself off as he crossed the floor to gently yet quickly pick up the mystery feline before Eli could get his hands on him. The boy wouldn’t have meant any harm to the small creature, but he was sure to forget his strength in his excitement.
“Who let you in, hmm?” He asked, giving the cat a few light scratches behind his ear as he woke, glancing behind him to the open window. “Oh, I see… Sneaky thing.”
Michel let out a unimpressed chirp when he was picked up by the other male. A small purr filled his chest and in a bid to win him over he rubbed his head under the man’s chin letting out a sweet little chip mid purr.
He stayed comfortably in the stranger’s hands looking up at him with wide and innocent kitty eyes hoping that the feline charm worked as well as it did on others.
He’d find out soon enough.
It wasn’t as though he wanted to live there permanently, just a night or two while he found a new home to live on his own... which was not so very enjoyable, he didn’t really like being on his own.
He wandered into the stranger's house with an air of determination. The strange scent surrounding the place had him rather interested. So far no one seemed to be home but they'd left the window open and it was easy to slip in in his feline form. After snooping for a short while Michel decides a quick nap would be in order at least then if he woke and the stranger was home he'd look cute and sleepy. No one can be angry with a cute and sleepy kitty.