COMPASSIO VERAQUE IMPIOS SEMITAE IPSIUS

Sharing the experience & true paths to the dead ✙Nicholas James Sanders✙ Empath, Friend, Lover. Whatever you need, he will help you fandomless oc - Independent, non-mutual friendly, multi-verse, multi-ship, OC friendly Open to trying any fandom This is also a multi-muse blog Art for header/icon by heise skype: kamakazimorgen kik: kaymorgen discord: kay.morgen#0218

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Wow a lot of FFXV blogs actually followed me XD

Thank you guys. You’re all such sweethearts and I love you.

I need to write my babies again. They are wonderful to play around with.

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It’s like someone channeled Nicholas when they wrote Penny Dreadful’s rendition of Dorian Gray because....

Other than his hair and eyes being not quite right....

He’s as close to the perfect RL faceclaim for Nicholas I could ever wish for. And Reeve Carney’s performance as Dorian Gray just screams Nicholas to me. Its beautiful.

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For anyone who hasn’t seen this and has no idea who I am because the URL changed <3

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My URL change is imminent~

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But with the changed theme and focus of the blog comes the change of URL

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For anyone who hasn’t seen this and has no idea who I am because the URL changed <3

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But with the changed theme and focus of the blog comes the change of URL

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She stood at the male’s side, looking on from the edge of the town. With a gentle touch to his hand she glanced up at him. “Are you ready?” Her back was weighed down with weapons and ammunition. She was too nervous for her feet to hurt. This was reckless. It was dangerous. Never in a million years would she see herself going headfirst into this situation.

But Morgan had to do it. And she needed to help him, whether he admitted it or not. She needed to for his sake and for hers. She had to make sure he came back. “We’re going to save them. We’ll find a way.”

Morgen’s face wasn’t the tight-jawed mask of irritation he normally wore, staring across the chasm at the metal shell that marked part of his home. No, there was emotional turmoil twisting his mouth, dragging his brows together in a hard frown. His black eyes were stormy and--though he couldn’t admit it--moist with tears he held back.

The fact that there are good, innocent people there who were likely dead or suffering, tore at his insides with hot, sour fear. Morgen wanted to give in the the anger that made his chest time, rampage through, suicide or no, and kill everyone that made them suffer.

He tensed to prevent himself from shaking and drew in a breath. This was hard, trying to hold himself back. Blind rage was all he knew when it came to the people of the town. He couldn’t do that. Could not. Morgen turned away from the gaping canyon and the sight of the shell across it.

“Yes.” He couldn’t look at Meryl until his eyes stopped stinging, instead giving her a light pat of his hand along the side of her arm. “We’ll go in from beneath. I’ll... I’m going to find the drain for the reservoir.” It was too small for them to climb up it, but he could follow it up to the intake for the reservoir. 

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Who Knows? | Ignis & Nicholas

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ignisconsiliarius:

Ignis doesn’t know how to answer Nicholas’s question. He doesn’t think he can describe the way the soft light bends around him and defines his odd shape. He can never really tell just what Nicholas is. He walks and talks like a man, but for all Ignis knows, the man could be some mythical creature. Instead of waxing poetic, Ignis opts for some vagueness.

“You stand out, is all.” he replies lightly. Though what Nicholas asys next is what really gets his attention. “Reminded you of me?” It’s not a question. Something in Ignis’s chest pulls tight for a moment. People who used to tell him lovely things like that are an ocean away now. Gods, he misses them more and more with every phone call and audio message. Hearing something so small but so kind warms his sore heart instantly and he holds out his hand without hesitation.

Gingerly, he touches the sculpture, running his calloused fingers over the little wire bird. Something in his smile changes, going from polite and friendly to pensive, perhaps even a little sad. 

“How nostalgic…” Ignis says to himself. “The woman who raised me used to keep wind chimes all over the house. Mind you, she would’ve never have been bothered to make them herself but…my, my this dear bird feels so intricate. This must require some remarkable skill on your part.”

Nicholas is glad the man enjoyed his little creation. It was good to give people something to smile over, even for a moment. But the subtle change in the emotional flow had Nicholas tilting his head curiously--as if he’d heard something no one else could hear. In a way, he had.

“I had a lot of time to learn... When I was younger.” He watched those fingers move over the small trinket. He wondered what it was like, to picture something purely through touch. “You.. You sound sad,” he began, tentative. “Do you miss them? The wind chimes, and the woman?”

A silence filled the space between them, and he decided he shouldn’t have asked. Nicholas shifted on the bench and sighed, obviously looking to steer away from his previous question. “This little guy is pretty simple. To me, anyway. Just about two hours of fiddling with spare wire and beads.”

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I hope no one is bothered to terribly by the change, i know it makes things weird!

But with the changed theme and focus of the blog comes the change of URL

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My URL change is imminent~

I hope no one is bothered to terribly by the change, i know it makes things weird!

But with the changed theme and focus of the blog comes the change of URL

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selflessdoctor:

There’s a voice speaking out but he can’t tell if it’s for him. Simon just let’s his hand slip out to touch River. Jayne is nowhere in sight which is wonderful. Mal sent him out with the two for protection.  When he felt the touch, he turned around, honestly expecting to be punched or something. Simon had that trait apparently. The ‘everyone punch me’ trait. It was a gift. “How do you know my name?” River is behind him now, her eyes wide but she isn’t screaming. Maybe she’s just as shocked as he is. “Who are they?” He frowned and looked around once more. This could be a trap. But—  “— Only if you tell me who you are.” Though, he walking with him now, almost dragging his sister with him. He had to at least make sure she was safe.

Nicholas drew a breath at the question, an inward curse for saying his name out loud before asking for it. But they were following him as he lead them away from the feds, and that was good.

“I will tell you whatever you need, but come--” Nicholas ducked into an alley. “The men are dressed as Feds, but I don’t think they are normal federal officers. Mercenaries or something...”

They stepped back out into another somewhat busy street. The men had been on this street already. Down this street a ways, and he turned into another alley. All the while dampening the surrounding people’s interest in them. Normal people. Nothing interesting. Just busy getting home. 

He stopped in front of a door, and turned back to them. “My name is Nicholas. Nicholas Sanders, if you please. I’m sorry for the strangeness--I just don’t like the idea of you getting caught. Either of you--I know what they’ll do to you. Its not.. Its not good.”

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magnetician:

Erik only shakes his head, smirking, but he doesn’t bother answering to any of Nicholas’s comments until they’re seated and at liberty to have a discussion without strange ears listening in. He’s not sure he has too much of an appetite, but not only could he be stuck here in the terminal longer than he thinks before they find a flight to put him on, he has a feeling they might find a few more drinks between them later.

“Is that what I’ll be receiving?” The magnetist’s smile is gentle, but it’s still playfully taunting. “The least intimate of massages?” It’s been some time since their first encounter, but Erik doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it. He wonders if perhaps Nicholas would feel flattered if he knew that; if he realized what a mark he’s left on Erik’s personal history.

“Whatever the case, I look forward to it.” He lets his gaze linger on his companion for a moment, wholly unreadable, before he reaches for a menu. Airport food leaves much to be desired, but his expectations are not high to begin with. 

Nicholas chuckled and traced the grain of the table with a finger. “I didn’t say that--but the more intimate, the more likely we’ll be discovered.” His brows rose, blue eyes glancing up playfully through a comma of shiny black hair. Not that I’d be opposed to the risk, he thought, and hoped that was conveyed in his look.

When Erik picked up the menu, Nicholas glances over his own. Nothing terribly interesting. They really only needed something light and tasty. 

“Hmmm. I’ve got an idea..” Nicholas got up again and intercepted the waiter who would take their order, asking him some questions in various languages. He turned on a pinch of extra charm and interest (not something he did with Erik, and it was obvious), and soon he got a nod and an affirmative from the man, who turned to go back into the little kitchen.

Nicholas returned with raised brows and a tired little half smile. He sat with Erik again and shrugged, “I got us something that’s not on the menu. And it’ll be tasty. Apparently our cook spent some time in Italy, and has something special he’d like to try.”

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semitas-mens:

There was a growling moan from Nicholas as Erik’s teeth catch his lip, and his body shudders with the first real signs of uncontrolled pleasure. Nails scrape Erik’s bicep lightly, and his hisses, “Yes,” catching Erik’s wonderment of marking Nicholas’s body, encouraging it with his eyes and the hissed word.

He was more than ready, and shifted himself over Erik once more. Then he was guiding Erik’s fingers to explore along his ass as he gave his partner a few strokes of his slick fingers, ensuring smooth motion. Nicholas sank slowly onto Erik’s cock, letting how much he enjoyed the pleasure of the stretch show in the bite of his lip and the breathy moan he made. He settled all the way down with a shaky breath, then rolled his hips to get a feel of the man inside of him.

“You feel amazing,” he breathed, leaning to brace his hands on Erik’s shoulders and started a slow rhythm.

Erik means to respond, but he’s struck silent by the progression, able to do little else save for keep his eyes riveted to Nicholas’s face, lips parted as if in wonder. It’s been a fair amount of time since he’d last done this with anyone, and he hadn’t anticipated the man’s body would be so different in fit any more than he thought he would enjoy the heavier weight and the more compact tightness of a male’s physique astride his own. 

He’ll adjust quickly, of course, as he typically acclimates to anything, but for now he feels content enough to allow Nicholas to lead the way. Erik struggles to remain upright, the cool surface of the headboard at his back; the better to keep Nicholas’s entire body in view as is undulates and toils. Erik’s own body is eager to respond, though for now, he only allows his hips a slow, subtle roll, arching up to meet the press of his lover’s body like the steady swell of a wave cresting. 

Erik doesn’t understand how he knows it’s alright to leave evidence behind of this liaison, but Nicholas’s posture and mannerisms seem to welcome his lips and teeth across his skin. It’s easy enough to oblige, and easier still to stifle helpless groans of building pleasure when he’s busy sucking bruises into his partner’s flesh.

Nicholas breathed out a groan of appreciation when Erik finally marked him across his chest. He ground down harder on Erik’s cock, nails marking one shoulder as the other reached up, gripping the headboard behind him. Nicholas rocked forward and rose up, dropping sharply with a gasp. He used the headboard as leverage to continue that, deep strokes that felt wonderful. Sweat beaded along his back and chest, and he moaned with less restraint, the pleasure mixed with what he picked up of Erik’s own enjoyment was intoxicating.

“Bite,” Nicholas panted against his ear, “Bite my neck, Erik, please?” He licked and kissed a line along Erik’s own neck, and nuzzled his neck just under his ear, “Right here.”

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“Back again, I see.” Ignis says marking the page in his book. “And an nearly an hour before schedule.” The day might be overcast, but there’s something about the size and shape of Nicholas’s hazy shadow against the light. Ignis can’t really figure it out; the man seems so much more…defined in his presence not just in his physicality but his manner of speech and mannerisms. Even after years of listening to and watching people so assured in their self-importance, Nicholas remains something of an enigma to him. “Why so early? Do you have something special for today? Or did you have an ulterior motive?”

Nicholas was surprised at the recognition that came from the blind man so quickly. His perception was uncanny, something that spark his own curiosity since the first time he’d come to this stop and ran into this man.

“You recognised me so easily. What gave me away?” Nicholas asked, a soft cheer to his voice. He did have something with him, however, and smiled to himself. “I found myself with some free time today...”

He stepped closer, out of the foot traffic of the street, and brought something out of his shoulder bag. It was a small thing, handmade and sat in the palm of his hand neatly. “I make things. 3D art, wind chimes, small sculptures and figurines. This one though, I made and it reminded me of you.”

Gingerly, Nicholas sat beside Ignis and turned the little thing over in his hand. “Its an owl with it’s wings spread, made with silver and copper wires and shiny brown and gray beads. They’re textured. Hold out your hand?”

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Changes to this blog are imminent if I don’t get distracted and forget to do it tonight.

I think my URL is going to change, and I’m going to shift focus to narrow in on Nicholas, specifically, with the others in the background for interaction if people are so inclined. 

Just, giving a heads up, cause I felt the mood strike me. 

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magnetician:

‘What techniques might those be?’ he wants to ask, but instead Erik gives a nod, downing the rest of his glass and pushing it gently aside to be collected by the attendant. It doesn’t really matter where they go, or what they do; Erik is just as pleased as Nicholas is that their paths have crossed again, against such odds. 

It’s a large enough airport, with plenty of places to choose from. The best and most private are the ones tucked away at the very end of the terminals, where few people bother going when the busier, more convenient hubs are situated in the thick of the foot traffic. There is a lounge down the way as well, a quiet and exclusive one meant only for a select class of passenger, but he knows he could get them in if he wanted.

“Lead the way,” Erik says, standing, straightening his jacket and reaching for the handle of his luggage. “If I’ve learned anything from you, it’s that you’re a fair leader and I-” He smirks a bit, clapping the other man companionably on the shoulder, “Am sometimes a fair follower.”

Nicholas finished his own drink in much a similar fashion as Erik, a clever grin on his lips. He stood from his chair before Erik and gave a shrug to straighten his clothing. At the clap to the shoulder,Nicholas gave a quiet chuckle. They drifted away from the bar and out into the terminal, where foot traffic moved along steadily. Nicholas lead through the crowd but made soft comments in the open pockets when the traffic broke apart and they weren’t too near someone to overhear.

“Your natural confidence means you are never a follower for long, Erik,” Nicholas said, but didn’t look back until a group had passed. Then he gave a subtle wink. “And leading is something you are well versed in, when you apply yourself to it.” 

The choice of food was the quietest of the available places, where Nicholas chose a corner away from the other occupied tables. “I suppose after this we may find a lounge to rest in. I think I could sweet talk someone into allowing us time alone. Can’t have prying eyes, even with the least intimate of massages. Privacy allows my clients to relax while I work.”

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“Excuse me.” The young doctor didn’t hear, his focus on his sister. Nicholas reached out, urgent concern clear on his face, and touched his arm lightly, the touch didn’t linger. No need to startle him more than he was about to.

“Excuse me, you name is Simon, isn’t it?” Nicholas’s voice was deep and quiet, just loud enough that Simon would hear him. “You are in danger, Please, come with me. They’ll be on this street any moment.”

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