Coinquinatus

Of Lycanthropy && Vampirism + HIGHLY SELECTIVE + MUTUALS ONLY + Indie Supernatural OC + Multi-EVERYTHING Friendly + Viewer's Discretion I S Advised Written By: Sméagol #Drasiediau

[conquistadoradelmar]

[drasiediau]

[ remember this good boi? ]

[valtsv]

not to sound like a golden retriever on main but the feeling when someone praises me for something i did? indescribable

[le-immorte]

[drasiediau]

Fy Mrenhines || ❦

It felt so strange, being away from Jareth and Manuel.. He was with them practically every second of the day, preferring to care for them himself than letting anyone else - besides Vianca - tend to them. But, by that same token, it was nice to have time alone with his Queen. -- She'd been so b u s y since she'd recovered from giving birth that he'd hardly seen her - save those time she retired to their chambers to feed the babies. ( That bothered him for MANY reasons, the most important of which being his concern; he had no desire to watch her be run absolutely ragged - to the point of collapse. Were he more than a mere.. body in the eyes of Spain and her people, he would be more than happy to take some of those responsibilities off her hands. ) With a soft hum, he nudged her cheek with the bridge of his nose and tilted his head ever so slightly to press a lingering kiss to the hinge of her jaw. ❝ -- You are so tired, ❞ His murmured observation shattered the tranquil silence that had enveloped them for so long. ❝ I see it. I can feel it.. Tell me vhat I can do to help, anwylion. ❞ His thumb shifted, extending to run back and forth along her knuckles - from her forefinger to her pinkie and back again.

[drasiediau]

[ Ioan really a d o r e s it when people bring him things to fix - the more complicated and intricately technical, the better. -- he loves it when people mention things in their home that need repair, and will automatically volunteer to be the one to do it.. because he can fix pretty much EVERYTHING with even greater skill than certified professionals.. and his prices are certainly more reasonable. ( need your electrical system re-wired? feed him and you're even. got issues with your flooring?? feed him. got anything at all you need installed?? you guessed it: feed him. that's literally all it'll cost - if even that much. ) ]

[drasiediau]

Vic || Bed Rest

❝ -- Nein! ❞ Determined; no matter what Vic said, he WAS getting out of that bed to go and collect Adrienne from her pram. He WAS going to feed her, in spite of the fact he was indeed reeling from just how much of his blood she took - now that he no longer had milk to give, and she was still rather uncertain as to whether or not she cared very much for the latest formula they'd tried coaxing her into taking. ( He didn't really care if she drank the very l a s t drop of blood his body had to offer; she NEEDED it. She NEEDED it, and there was no force on earth great enough to prevent him from seeing that her needs were met. ) Be that as it may, those large hands pressing so firmly against his shoulders - driving him back down to the mattress each time he managed to rise even a fraction from it... were certainly proving to be formidable. ( And that should have been a sign. That should have told him just how WEAK and exhausted he truly was. How dangerous it could potentially for both him a n d Adrienne if he were to try lifting her from her pram... ) His back met the mattress for the final time, and he made no further attempts to fight. With a pitched whimper of unbridled frustration, he turned his face into the pillow - burying it for a moment to draw in a deep breath, attempting to collect himself - not wanting to unleash his temper on his Alpha. ❝ Bring her to me, ❞ He sighed softly, defeat evident in his voice, despite the fact he'd spoken into the pillow.

[drasiediau]

[ something that's only just occured to me now, that i feel dumb for not having thought of already: Ioan also has a female g-spot.. which means that orgasms as the result of penetration could potentially be a billion times more powerful if both his prostate and g-spot were stimulated. ]

[rubiesintherough]

(( @drasiediau sent —  [ Greyson~ ] 🔥 - feverish ))

At first, the idea of staying home from school sounded great.  Video games and juice in bed? On top of not having to go to class?  Two grownups bringing him everything he asked for?  Awesome!  But, three hours in, and not enough energy left to even pick up his controller anymore… the fun was starting to wear off. Not much fun to be had when all he wanted to do was cuddle up under his mountain of blankets and sleep. Fever was getting worse, building before it was going to finally break… leaving him shivering like a little, sweat drenched leaf, curled up into a tight ball on the edge of his mattress. 

And he must’ve fallen asleep. ‘Cause when he opened his eyes, again, it was dark out. And Ioan — Mr.Dietrich?   D A D 2.0?   Greyson was still working out what to call him — was right there at the foot of his bed, tucking the blanket under the young telekinetic’s legs and making sure he was toasty as possible. A plan unintentionally thwarted when Grey rolled onto his back. Immediately regretting the action as warmth escaped.      “ Hey… “   Croaky voice, muffled from under the blankets,   “ Are there any dinosaur nuggets in the freezer…? “    Nuggets for a full meal? Never would’ve been allowed to do that any other night. So, maybe not all of the fun was being sucked out of the day.    “ Can you tell dad I want them…? “   

[drasiediau]

❝ Hi, ❞ He whispered as he perched himself carefully on the very edge of the bed and reached out to run the cool, just barely dampened cloth he'd brought along over Greyson's face - drying the sweat that had gathered on his fever-flushed features away with tender swipes. ❝ -- Mnmn, I t h i n k so, ja. ❞ He hummed, smiling softly and reaching out with his free hand to brush Greyson's hair away from his forehead before allowing his gaze to drift over toward the bedroom's open door. ❝ Of course I vill. ❞ ( Maybe it wasn't the healthiest of meals.. but at least he seemed to have an appetite, which was a VERY good thing. ) ❝ -- Vill you do something for me, too?? ❞ ( He wasn't human, no, but he'd spent enough time around them in all his l o n g years that he'd picked up on little remedies they typically turned to when they were ill. -- The one he currently had in mind was hot green tea with honey and lemon. The warmth of the tea and the honey would serve to soothe and coat his throat, while the lemon would help fight whatever bug he had caught. The warmth from the tea would also bring him a step closer to finally breaking that fever... so there was naught but benefits to be gained from it. )

[rubiesintherough]

(( open — Bren Brakkod ))

It was the rustling and crack of branches that roused the beast. Azure eye flickered open, lazily drifting across the shadows in search of movement… as he rolled himself over to his feet. The forest had been silent. No sign of bandits or other dastardly folks in need of stopping, scaring. He’d thought it would be a perfect time for a brief rest. A chance to nap before shifting and returning to the castle with his findings of this patrol. Clearly that wasn’t the case.  

Mouth parted in a soft sound. Curious, questioning. Someone was there. He could smell them, just beyond the row of trees… scared?   Well, in this shape, he could hardly blame them. So, the dragon settled down, laying himself slowly into the grass and fallen leaves. Another sound. A call. He could not speak, but he hoped his message would be understood in the way his head tilted, bright gaze softened, his chin lowered to rest on his front legs.   

                                                  ‘ Come out. I won’t harm you. ‘ 

[drasiediau]

He'd built rather an impressive nest at the base of the tallest tree in the heart of the woods, and had been sequestered there since the instant he'd positioned that final bit of moss perfectly on its outer side, very MUCH in desperate need of reprieve from Royal duties and all man-made stimuli. ( It'd been so long since last he'd indulged himself in this sanctuary that he'd almost forgotten what it was like, and just how easy it was to let time get away from him. How easy it would be to turn his back on his attempt to pass as a ❛ normal ❜ human being and live as his true nature dictated... ) WELL aware of the fact he wasn't exactly alone, Ioan was even less enthused about the idea of departing from that glorious nest and returning to the castle... M A N Y knew of his tendency to retreat into the solace of the woods, but they were all told he took refuge in the grand hunting cabin located at their southernmost reaches. ( Very few knew the truth... and he would certainly hate to be seen slipping out into the open in his current state - dressed only in a worn nightshirt and ill-fitting trousers, his feet bare and leaves embedded in his unkempt curls - by the eyes of one who was clueless. It would be difficult to explain, indeed. )

The first sound that had fallen upon his ear stopped him awkwardly in mid-step. It was inhuman... but not threatening. ( Slightly unsettling, perhaps, but not to such an extent that it would send him retreating back into the heart of the woods like a frightened pup. ) The next sound thoroughly piqued his curiousity, and coaxed him out just far enough to discover this unexpected presence was.. quite large, but seemingly tame. ( Tame enough for this encounter, anyway. ) Uncertain as to what to make of his current situation, the Prince stood rooted firmly in place, blinking owlishly at the Dragon and tilting his head in that puppy-like manner that so often earned him a great deal of ridicule and mockery. ( Strangely, there seemed to be something familiar about this dragon... )

[drasiediau]

Vladimir cursed when the weight of the other detective was suddenly pulled off of him and winced as he braced his now dislocated shoulder and dropped to the floor due to the pain and the fact it made him dizzy and nauseous. Hoffman’s body had enough of the physical abuse. “What in the hell is going on here?!” Yelled a very familiar voice to Ioan and Vladimir. Their shared ancestor had been in a meeting with the police commissioner and the SRI coordinator and had come with Vlad and Nicholas to visit Hoffman and pick Ioan up. He had seen and heard everything as had the commissioner and the SRI coordinator. “I’m sorry grandfather…” Vladimir managed before struggling to get up. The Sarmatian/Celt knight rushed over despite the fact he was dressed in his official clothing and got on his knees next to the younger man. He was quick to assess the situation and offer what comfort he could in the mask and gloves, “I want answers NOW…” He said as he looked up at the commissioner and the SRI coordinator. He then looked at Ioan. “Rufen Sie einen Krankenwagen.” He gently ordered.

While Ioan typically took no pleasure in the very idea of harming anyone, he did enjoy shoving the other Detective away - quite violently, like the filth he was.. but that delight was incredibly brief; the second their grandfather's raised voice fell on his ear, he cringed visibly and shuffled back a step before turning on his heel and hurrying around to drop to his knees before his cousin. ❝ I am sorry, Dimi. ❞ He whispered, his tone fairly even despite his still glowering eyes and tremb- ling hands. ( Sorry he hadn't snapped the other man's hands off right then and there. Sorry he'd said anything. Sorry he'd been such an easy target... and sorry that his temper hadn't been as well-controlled as it generally was. ) He'd scooted back - making certain their grandfather had more than enough room to look Vladimir over, and remained silent - just BARELY suppressing the growls that threatened to bubble up from his throat as he watched the others around them, ensuring they didn't dare t h i n k of coming any closer. -- He wasted no time in thrusting his hand into his pocket once more to retrieve his phone, unlocking the screen with an especially forceful swipe and hurriedly dialing those three digits as he'd been told.

[undertaletext]

[drasiediau]

“Bullshit.” The Serviciul Român de Informaţii officer said before throwing the file he was reading and his reading glasses onto his desk before getting up and going over to a group of snickering NYPD detectives. “You fucking cowards.” He said before putting up with being physically shoved a good two feet by one of the bigger and younger Americans. “If you have a problem with me you say it to my face you do not torment my visitors.” “Or what Officer Putin?” The kid asked him. “Just take it like the communist piece of shit we all know you are and be thankful your bitch, brats and the rest of your soulless family don’t get shipped back to the rathole you crawled out of.” For a split second Vladimir’s control almost slipped and it took every last ounce of what was left of his humanity not to beat the shit out of the other detective, “I’ll let the entire department know what you like to do on your time off Peterson.” He quietly whispered into the boy’s ear before barely flinching when Peterson wrenched his arm behind his back and shoving him into a desk even though a loud snap was heard. It was no secret the Romanian/Welshman had had multiple surgeries on his back and shoulders. “Ioan lassen Sie es sein!” Hoffman shouted to his cousin since the last thing he needed was the hybrid ripping someone’s arm off.

❝ I said is nothing, Dimi... ❞ He could have screamed it at the top of his lungs in E V E R Y language he knew.. and still it would have achieved nothing. -- A string of curses in multiple languages spilled from his clenched, grinding teeth as he sprang up from his seat. For a moment he simply stood there, watching the situation with narrowed, glowering eyes - uncertain as to what he should do. ( One m i g h t say he'd done more than enough in just having opened his mouth... ) -- Long, delicate fingers curled tightly around the fidget cube he'd been holding, crushing the plastic and metal in mere s e c o n d s before crossing the room. Unfortunately, it was much too late to spare Vladimir that unnecessary pain, but Ioan made certain he wouldn't have to suffer any further. ❝ The next time you touch him vill be the LAST time you hawe hands. ❞ He hissed in the other Detective's ear as he peeled him away from his cousin sans effort, and delighted in brutally wrenching his arms behind his back - dragging him away from Vladimir. Putting as much distance between the two as possible.. and turning so that he too was between them. ( He would find it incredibly difficult to get around Ioan.. if he should manage to break his steeled grasp. Of course, Ioan doubted that was possible; this pathetic excuse for a human was more stupidity and cruelty than strength. )

[drasiediau]

Hoffman looked up from what he was reading with a surprised look on his face, “Come again?” He asked as another detective shot him a look of ‘you’re going to regret that’.

Ioan bristled, the muscles in his gaunt cheeks rippling visibly as he shifted in his seat and shoved a hand into his pocket to retrieve one of his fidget cubes. ❝ -- Is nothing. ❞ He growled, lowering his gaze to the cube. ( He should never have said anything. He didn't want to make more trouble for Vladimir than he already had. ) ❝ Is nothing, Dimi. ❞

[drasiediau]

❝ -- Mnmn, I think there is a phrase for this. I am not sure vhat, exactly... ahhh, nein. Nein, vait!! I hawe found it. Right here: f i c k d i c h. ❞

[peterquillsuggestion]

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[z-ndjenja]

sext: I’ll give you my hoodie