Magic Extraordinaire

Alabaster Torrington, son of Hecate Exiled Traitor of the Titan War indie Pjo rp blog written by Firefly | icon by patrocool

[fakepeopleincharacter]

Nimble fingers twisted to claim his hand, which he gripped on reflex. The hold was warm and comforting- almost soothing in the chaos of his life. It was something to keep him grounded, even if he felt like he was on the verge of toppling into nothingness. “Actually, yeah, I am. I haven’t really eaten all that much since I…” ‘Woke up’ didn’t sound all that appropriate, but what else was there to describe his previous state? 

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster pressed his lips together and nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, I can get us some food, okay?” He pulled out some slips of paper from his pocket and used the mist to make it look like money. “What do you want to eat?”

[kvngxs-deactivated20140118]

Abusive plots;

[superserumed]

Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous, generally triggering plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

He froze, looking at him with worry written all over his face. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, biting his lip.

He looked relieved when Ethan seemed to recover, running a hand through the other’s dark, silky hair. “I’m scared I’m gonna wake up. I won’t survive losing you again, I can’t,” he whispered. His gaze flickered over him carefully, like he was scanning for injuries. “Are you hurt or anything?”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

“I’m fine,” he insisted, recovering himself admirably. Soft fingers trailed gently through his hair, nearly making him shiver with how sensitive he was. It had been a while since he had someone treat him with such care- even with a gesture so small. “Hurt? No, really, I’m fine. And.. I don’t think this is a dream? If it is, then I’d say it’s a pretty twisted one.”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster gently pressed Ethan into another hug, burying his face in his neck."I missed you so much," he whispered. "This better not be a fucking dream." He sighed shakily and gently let him go. "Are you hungry?" He asked carefully, hand slipping down Ethan's arm to gently link their fingers together. He wasn't ready to let go of him yet. "I'm sure I can find us some food somewhere."

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

He froze, looking at him with worry written all over his face. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, biting his lip.

He looked relieved when Ethan seemed to recover, running a hand through the other's dark, silky hair. "I'm scared I'm gonna wake up. I won't survive losing you again, I can't," he whispered. His gaze flickered over him carefully, like he was scanning for injuries. "Are you hurt or anything?"

[fakepeopleincharacter]

@exiledwitchboy

“Hey, you… You look kind of familiar. Have we met before? I swear, I recognize you from somewhere…”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster turned, and took a sharp intake of breath. He feet felt frozen to the groud, and his throat was dry. This couldn’t be happening to him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

The boy before him seemed to pale even further, if such a feat was possible. His single good eye blinked in confusion, looking down and examining the palms of his own hands as if expecting them to disappear.

“…I am? Why would I be dead? I don’t feel very dead, but… What does it feel like to be dead..?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

“What the actual fuck, Ethan?” He looked around before roughly grabbing the back of his neck and quickly dragging him along. His throat and chest felt tight, and he could barely breath. His eyes stung. “Fuck you, Nakamura, you fucking dumbass.” He pulled him into a network of allyways, and finally stopped, cupping Ethan’s face in his hands. “Why don’t you remember me?”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

“H-Hey!” Ethan stumbled after him as he was dragged unceremoniously into the shadows. Obscenities were flung at him like arrows, and he could barely comprehend why in his confused state. When surprisingly strong hands grabbed his face, he stared at him with wide eyes- or, eye-and tried to step back. “I… I do remember you, but I don’t… How did you know my name?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

“Recognizing someone isn’t the same as remembering.” He flipped off the sky and yelled, “Fuck you too, assholes!”

He turned back to Ethan, and held his face a little more gently, staring at him, taking him in. “Its been two years, E. Last time I saw you, your body was falling from the 600th floor of the Empire state building.” He let out a shaky sigh and pulled him into a desperate hug. “You brave, stupid idiot…. We were best friends-” He paused. “How much do you remember?”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

Ethan glanced up at the sky, half expecting one of the more jealous deities to thrust their wrath upon the flustered boy, but nothing came. He supposed there was a balance- that they had scorned him enough to take a few lashes in return. 

Hands returning to his face forced his attention back to the baffling matter at hand. 600th floor..? He’d never been to the Empire State Building in person, but he doubted it was that tall… Before he had the chance to speak any of this, he was pulled into a tight, awkward hug. Hands rose to pat the familiar stranger’s back tentatively, cheeks burning.

“I… Not much? The last thing I remember, I was in a camp filled with monsters. There was a boy- no, it was a… a god..? It’s as if someone has erased the dirty details from my mind… But you were there. I remember your cute freckles and those weird clothes…”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

He flinched a bit, holding him tighter. "Not a god. We chose the wrong side, Ethan, there was a big war. We joined the titan's army because we wanted to have a family, and change the world for the better. We were bitter, and angry, and abandoned, and Kronos took advantage of us. You realized that, up on Olympus, and you tried to fight back against Kronos, to help Percy Jackson, and he threw you off like a used toy."

He gently pressed his lips to Ethan's cheek, shaking a little. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Where have you been? Do you know how you're alive?"

[fakepeopleincharacter]

@exiledwitchboy

“Hey, you… You look kind of familiar. Have we met before? I swear, I recognize you from somewhere…”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster turned, and took a sharp intake of breath. He feet felt frozen to the groud, and his throat was dry. This couldn’t be happening to him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

The boy before him seemed to pale even further, if such a feat was possible. His single good eye blinked in confusion, looking down and examining the palms of his own hands as if expecting them to disappear.

“…I am? Why would I be dead? I don’t feel very dead, but… What does it feel like to be dead..?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

“What the actual fuck, Ethan?” He looked around before roughly grabbing the back of his neck and quickly dragging him along. His throat and chest felt tight, and he could barely breath. His eyes stung. “Fuck you, Nakamura, you fucking dumbass.” He pulled him into a network of allyways, and finally stopped, cupping Ethan’s face in his hands. “Why don’t you remember me?”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

“H-Hey!” Ethan stumbled after him as he was dragged unceremoniously into the shadows. Obscenities were flung at him like arrows, and he could barely comprehend why in his confused state. When surprisingly strong hands grabbed his face, he stared at him with wide eyes- or, eye-and tried to step back. “I… I do remember you, but I don’t… How did you know my name?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

"Recognizing someone isn't the same as remembering." He flipped off the sky and yelled, "Fuck you too, assholes!"

He turned back to Ethan, and held his face a little more gently, staring at him, taking him in. "Its been two years, E. Last time I saw you, your body was falling from the 600th floor of the Empire state building." He let out a shaky sigh and pulled him into a desperate hug. "You brave, stupid idiot.... We were best friends-" He paused. "How much do you remember?"

[fakepeopleincharacter]

@exiledwitchboy

“Hey, you… You look kind of familiar. Have we met before? I swear, I recognize you from somewhere…”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster turned, and took a sharp intake of breath. He feet felt frozen to the groud, and his throat was dry. This couldn’t be happening to him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

[fakepeopleincharacter]

The boy before him seemed to pale even further, if such a feat was possible. His single good eye blinked in confusion, looking down and examining the palms of his own hands as if expecting them to disappear.

“…I am? Why would I be dead? I don’t feel very dead, but… What does it feel like to be dead..?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

"What the actual fuck, Ethan?" He looked around before roughly grabbing the back of his neck and quickly dragging him along. His throat and chest felt tight, and he could barely breath. His eyes stung. "Fuck you, Nakamura, you fucking dumbass." He pulled him into a network of allyways, and finally stopped, cupping Ethan's face in his hands. "Why don't you remember me?"

[fakepeopleincharacter]

@exiledwitchboy

“Hey, you… You look kind of familiar. Have we met before? I swear, I recognize you from somewhere…”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster turned, and took a sharp intake of breath. He feet felt frozen to the groud, and his throat was dry. This couldn't be happening to him. "You're supposed to be dead."

[gaysexgodtaroupriapus]

cont. From ask with exiledwitchboy

[gaysexgodtaroupriapus]

He smiled and just got up. He spit into his hand and stroked his cock making a slick wet noise. The sound that’s so fucking hot and sexy to hear. He then placed his head at his entrance and began pushing in. “That’s it baby boy. Take Daddy’s cock nice and good. You’re doing so well. Almost balls deep.” He praises him the entire time he’s sliding in. Panting, he then groaned as he reached the base. “That’s it baby. Daddy’s balls deep inside you. Are you happy? Does it feel good baby boy?” He asks pulling his petite slender frame flush against his body.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster moaned wantonly, biting his lip hard. He loved the stretch,, and how it seemed to go forever before he finally stopped. He shivered and touched the large bump in his stomach, his small cock twitching. "Daddy.... It feels so good, and full, and I never want to be apart from you or your cock, never again...." He pressed against his lover, glad that he and the table supported him enough that he didn't have to stand. "Please, fuck me wide open and knot me, I wanna be full of your delicious seed, please..."

[palirroia-sotiras]

     "Ａｍ Ｉ ａ

                                                                   ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ ｋｉｄ?”

                   “Ｙｅａｈ, ｙｏｕ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓａｙ ｔｈａｔ.“

         Ⓗome || Ⓐsk || Ⓢubmit || Ⓡules & Ⓖuidelines

                                                                       ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵖˡᵃᵗᶤᶰᵘᵐ-ʳᵘᶤᶰᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ

[gaysexgodtaroupriapus]

cont. From ask with exiledwitchboy

[gaysexgodtaroupriapus]

“Fuck baby boy… You’re too much… Do you think you could take me now?… i’m so horny and want my baby boy so bad…” He moan into his ass still trying to work him open just in case he says no.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

"Yes, daddy, I'm open enough, please fuck me!" He begged, thighs trembling. He gave him a pleading look, his face flushed and lips swollen from biting and sucking them.

[eyeforrevenge-blog]

“No, I was just thinking, I can give Nico and Ethan a potion to paralyze them during the process, so they can’t feel anything.” Alabaster said, leaning up to gently kiss Nico. He turned and stumbled a little over the threshold, his knee giving out last second.

He swore, grasping Nico’s arm with a grimace. “Carry me to the room?” He asked, voice a bit pained. He stretched the wound too far, and he could feel it crack and split.

[battered---mettle]

Jon nodded. “That might work. You might want to get Mom’s advice on that, though. She knows this stuff better than I do.”

Nico inhaled sharply as Alabaster slipped, brow furrowing in worry. “Of course,” he said, pulling the witch into his arms. He carried him over the threshold and followed Jon into the guest wing.

“Right here,” Jon said, knocking on Ethan’s door. “Hey, are you decent?” he asked the other vampire.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

He nodded, curling up in Nico's arms. He gently kissed his cheek, sighing. "Sorry about that," he mumbled. He grinned at the question though, turning to Jon mischievously. "If he isn't, you should definitely open the door."

"I heard that, fucker! And it's fine, I'm just watching a movie." Ethan called from inside. Alabaster laughed and nuzzled Nico's neck. "We're gonna be okay, Neeks."

[asksforroleplayers]

Do people still send M!As???

Deity - My muse is a god for 42 hours.

False God - My muse thinks they’re a god for 24 hours.

Doppleganger - My muse believes they’re actually another muse for 24 hours. (the person who sends this can pick which muse)

Poet - My muse can only speak in rhymes for 12 hours.

Superhero - My muse has superpowers for 18 hours.  (the person who sends this can pick what power they get)

Footloose - My muse can’t stop dancing for 12 hours.

A Quack - My muse has a duck on their head but doesn’t acknowledge it for 24 hours.

Somnium - My muse believes they’re in a dream and that they can do what they want for 36 hours.

Under Attack - Every time my muse is out in public, someone throws jelly beans at them. For 24 hours.

OST - There’s a mysterious person following my muse, constantly humming and singing accoring do their actions. For 36 hours.

The Bull - My muse gets irrationally angry when they see a certain color for 24 hours.  (the person who sends this can pick which color)

Meta - My muse is aware they are a muse in a roleplaying blog and they’re trying to convince everyone else for 36 hours.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster snorted and kissed his cheek, before turning to Jon thoughtfully. He hesitated, thinking about it. “How far is your house?”

[battered---mettle]

He nodded. “Um…about twenty minutes walking. I can give you the address, but I’m pretty sure that’s how Ethan found where it was.”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster frowned. "And the hotel doors are glass. Sliding glass. That's not gonna work. Alright, we have to walk." He sighed and leaned on Nico. "Damn it."

[eyeforrevenge-blog]

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Its either go with him, or leave Ethan with him, Nico. What do you think?”

He turned back to Jon and looked at him slowly. “Okay. Get inside, I have enough energy to transport is there. You don’t seem like a big fan of walking back.”

[battered---mettle]

“Hmph,” Nico responded, blushing in apparent embarrassment.

Jon blinked, shaking his head. “They made me tie my dog up outside,” he said. “She’s not a service animal, so she’s not allowed in here. Are you okay with transporting from outside?”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

Alabaster snorted and kissed his cheek, before turning to Jon thoughtfully. He hesitated, thinking about it. "How far is your house?"

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

“No,” he answered in a mumble, nuzzling his neck. “I just like holding you close, where I know you’re safe and happy.” He smiled lazily and lightly kissed Nico. “Bath now, or do you wanna lay around some more? We can cuddle afterwards too, of course.”

@ricordarelamortalita

[ricordarelamortalita-nsfw-blog]

He closed his eyes in content, smiling lightly. He kissed back, giving a soft sigh.

“I think I need a bath,” he said.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

"Anything for you," he replied easily, gently scooping Nico up in his arms. He walked over to the bathroom and gently sat him in the tub.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

He buried his face in Nico’s neck, sighing softly. After a few minutes, his dark green eyes opened and he stretched the best he could without pulling away from Nico. “Mm…”

[ricordarelamortalita-nsfw-blog]

He hummed softly and opened his eyes, kissing his cheek.

“Still sleeping?” he asked in a quiet voice.

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

“No,” he answered in a mumble, nuzzling his neck. “I just like holding you close, where I know you’re safe and happy.” He smiled lazily and lightly kissed Nico. “Bath now, or do you wanna lay around some more? We can cuddle afterwards too, of course.”

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

@ricordarelamortalita