this is gospel

Asten, 26, & Familiar This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

“You can never be sure who would literally kick you”, he chuckled but he definitely was slightly surprised when Asten came closer and just use his shoulder as a pillow. Bear had to blow in the air few times to get the bubbles away from his face and then he just patted Asten’s head. “We’ll get you clean and then to sleep, yea?”

“I’m not really known for being aggressive.” Well, otters could be aggressive, but Asten was more playful and cuddly than ankle bitey. The familiar nuzzled into the werewolf’s neck and let out a loud sigh. “Are you going to stay and sleep into the day with me?”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

Bear stuck his tongue out at the comment, but quickly pulled his tongue back in when he realised the piles of bubbles coming near his face. He closed his eyes because he had no idea where Asten would end up putting the bubbles on, but when they landed only on his cheeks he opened his eyes again and shook his head. “Because you threatened to kick me, so I’ll just kick right back”, he commented with a chuckle. Bear piled a bit more bubbles on Asten’s head, but then the bubble tower just started to lean to the side and Bear had to put both of his hands on his friend’s heat to keep the bubble tower standing.

Asten just rolled his eyes. “I said I’d kick you out, not that I’d literally kick you.” With that said, he moved so that his forehead would rest against Bear’s shoulder -- probably getting bubbles in the other’s face. “I’m so tired...” he murmured softly, his eyes falling shut.

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pretty-succuboy:

Oof. He was definitely coming on a little strong, then, if this guy was weirded out. He wanted to give him a light touch and maybe slide in some demonically-induced lust, but he figured that might just weird the guy out more, so… “Sorry– you just seem familiar,” he apologized quickly. “Do you happen to live in celestial tower? I’m on my way over there now, I was walking back to my car, if you’d be comfortable with me giving you a lift.”

“Last time we met, I asked you what was upsetting you and you got snippy because I was a stranger,” he pointed out. Asten tried to remember faces. And the difference in demeanor was quite surprising. “I do live there, but I don’t know. I...don’t mind walking. I don’t want to trouble anyone.”

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svmmerbyrd:

“Are you sure you’re not homeless?” Summer asks, holding the kid by the shoulders so he doesn’t kiss the floor. The roughed up look is certainly doing it for him, but the expression doesn’t match the cocky guy he exchanged a couple of words a month-or-so ago. “What’s wrong?” 

Summer happened to catch him after a rough night this time around. He was nervous, exhausted, and it was hard to keep up a happy facade when all he wanted was some fish and a bed. “I am most definitely not homeless. I live in the tower,” he huffed. “Nothing’s wrong. I just...it’s been a long night, and I’m tired.”

[zakaigraham]

is it in my blood?

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zakaigraham:

“Fair enough.” he nodded. He could tell the guy was closed off and not comfortable with the line of questioning which Zakai could respect. But he was also in the middle of a murder investigation and that didn’t exactly seem to sit well with him. “Well I hope you’re alright, whatever it is. I’d offer to help but I’m sure you don’t like to take help from strangers either.”

The familiar’s shoulders slumped too when the other said he’d help him. “It’s not really something you can help with,” he murmured softly, now not looking at the other. Why was the other so comfortable chatting people up about their problems? Weird. “Do you always take such interest in strangers?”

[knightmaring]

iv. μωρά

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milton-john:

“No, I suppose you’re right. PCP would make you bite others, though, and it is gaining popularity among the gym rats. Figured it’d sound less terrifying if I called it roid rage.” John gave the twink a shrug. “I’m surprised you can avoid any of the weird shit that happens around here. I hear it’s quite difficult to avoid.”

The immortal picked up a few towels off a clean stack as he neared the showers. “Besides, I’ve heard there’s a baby siren infestation in the plumbing system. Could be that.” He paused to see if the Fae would follow him, unfolding the towels as he glanced over. “Have you ever seen a baby siren? They are… very odd looking, I’ll admit. Not exactly the cutest things out there, but once you calm them down, they do have their charms.”

“There are much more terrifying things it could be than drugs,” he pointed out. And he certainly wasn’t convinced that was the case. Some random drug addict biting someone was not deserving of the panic that large, buff man showed. Why was the other acting so calm? Why was Asten even allowing himself to be dragged into this?

“...Charming,” he replied, clearly cringing. How did one get rid of baby sirens? Where were their parents? “You know, there’s a reason I keep to myself in all of this supernatural craziness.” He was still following the other anyways though. And ignoring the fact most would find the fact he could turn into an otter and perform basic magic part of the supernatural craziness. Asten personally found it normal in comparison to killing and biting people.

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

“This is not the first time someone calls me that”, he commented and was about to put more foam on Asten’s head when he suddenly got foam on his nose. He nudged his head back like a dog did when you placed something unpleasant too close to their nose, shook his head quickly and then stared at the foam on his nose. He blew up making the foam move, but when it didn’t seem to fall off, he just wiped his nose on his shoulder. “We’ll see who kicks who”, he muttered and gathered even more foam in his hands dropping it all on Asten.

“Because you are ridiculous. It’s the best way to describe you.” He rolled his eyes as the other continued to pile bubbles only on his head. Picking up a bunch, he gently pressed his bubbled hands against Bear’s face -- covering his cheeks in bubbles. “Why would you kick me? You’re the one who wanted me in the bath with you.”

[zakaigraham]

is it in my blood?

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zakaigraham:

“Why not?” He asked nonchalantly, “you’re out here, as am I. Whether or not I notice something, I’m allowed to strike up a conversation. Or does every relationship you’ve ever had immediately start with an introduction?” It was true that Zakai was new to human customs, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t familiar with them. Despite the human need for formal introductions, most of the people skipped them until later. 

“Would knowing my name really make much of a difference? If so, I’m Zakai.”

“Asking someone what they’re nervous about is rather upfront.” And kind of rude. Asten wasn’t about to divulge into why he was so nervous and on edge. He also wasn’t human, so this human custom thing meant little to him. He just didn’t really do that whole opening up to strangers thing. “You’re right though. Your name doesn’t really help. I’m not big on discussing my stuff with people I don’t really know.” Especially in  this place.

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

Bear was going to be stubborn, but when he heard the tone of Asten’s voice he had to take a look at him. He tilted his head to the side a bit, glanced at the foam in the water and a tiny grin came on his lips. He collected some of the foam in his hands and just replaced the foam on top of Asten’s head. “First bath, then food, then sleep”, he announced as he started to collect more foam to add on Asten.

Asten gave the other a small smile as he began to put foam on his head. This was ridiculous, but it was kind of charming too. “You’re ridiculous,” he laughed, picking up some foam and placing it on the other’s nose. “You’re lucky you’re cute or I would have kicked your ass out.”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

Bear just huffed a second time, still not looking back to Asten at all. He was going to sulk now and be all childish. “Usually you are fun, now you’re just a spoilsport”, he muttered and splatted his hand in the water making the foam tower disappear. He was having fun and now Asten was just being a butt and that was no fun.

“I just got home from a job.” He resisted snapping, and instead, just rested his head on his knees. The familiar was exhausted. “I was going to go to sleep.” And then Bear bursted in as he usually did. At least he had food, but that would have to wait.

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

Bear just rolled his eyes at the comment because to him fish was alright scent. Plus it would only be normal that an otter would smell like fish. When his leg was smacked away Bear just growled, then huffed and started to sulk on his own end of the tub. “Partypooper”, he muttered under his breath and poked one of the soap foam towers leaving a hole from his finger in it.

Asten finally turned around in the bath to face Bear, though his knees were still to his chest. “You call me a partypooper, but you’re still always coming here.” He didn’t really get it, but he secretly appreciated the wolf’s company. Asten struggled to let people in, and Bear seemed to be the only one who actually knew much of him. “This is what you wanted, right?”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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peculiarmoonbear:

“If you smell like fish, that means you smell like food, and that’s not a bad thing”, he noted and finally put the soap bottle away. He swirled his hand in the water to make more bubbles appear. The note of Asten starting to smell like him, Bear just grinned and kept tapping his back with his toes. “No, you won’t smell like me, you’ll smell like feet.”

“Most people don’t like the smell of fish. Just because you think I smell good, it does not make you the usual.” Though, most people didn’t have a strong enough nose to really notice that Asten lived primarily off of things that lived in lakes and oceans. He smacked the other’s feet off of him and huffed. “Your feet still smell like you.”

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pretty-succuboy:

This boy looked like a damn snack. Ira, himself, was coming back from a late night/early morning booty call, but that wasn’t to say that he couldn’t feed a little bit more if he wanted. A tattered shirt was hanging off of his shoulders, and then there were those sinfully tight leather pants… “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Ira said, injecting a little bit of a purr into his voice.

The way the other responded to him put him on edge. There was something...off about it. Unnerving. And he couldn’t help but frown a little. The man in front of him didn’t look like a threat, but he knew better than to judge by looks alone. He furrowed his brow for a moment before forcing a little smile (because it was rude to scowl at people). “Um, I’m glad you’re alright...” he murmured softly, before beginning to go around the other man. “Hope you have a good rest of your night.”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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familiar-asten:

Asten’s job had sucked a lot of confidence out of him. It was unfortunate really. He only did it to get paid, because he had no other marketable skills besides being charismatic and attractive. Which, was being attractive really a skill? Or just a stroke of luck?

“You’re going to flood the tub if you put too much soap in,” he scolded, turning to look behind him. “Do I smell bad? Is that why you wanted me in the tub?”

“Then close the tap to stop the flood”, he noted since the water was still running and Asten was closer to the tap now. He pressed his whole sole against Asten’s back, tapping his skin with his toes. He was occupied with watching how the soap floated into the water and started to form bubbles to even notice Asten was looking at him. “You don’t smell like you. That’s why.” Bear had enhanced senses and he could smell things like wolf, even when he wasn’t in a wolf’s form. And he had always noticed when people smelled different than they normally would, and in Asten’s case Bear always noticed when he had been with someone, because he smelled like everything else but himself.

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Without protesting, Asten turned the water off and let a sigh out as the other man shoved his feet against his back. It wasn’t a surprise. The wolf was always comfortable with touching him. “Is that a bad thing? Someone told me I smell like fish the other day...” Asten didn’t find the smell of fish offensive, but he was also essentially an otter spirit. Fish were his favorite food. “I’ll smell like you if you keep touching me though. And then I’ll stop smelling like me again.”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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familiar-asten:

Asten felt unsure about the whole situation. He wasn’t used to closeness. He was friendly and playful, but it was rare for him to have actual friends. In fact, he was pretty sure Bear was the only one due to his confidence and persistence. He was afraid of being judged for his job, afraid of his friends deciding he was a sex object — which made this situation all the more difficult.

Turning his back to Bear in the tub, he shifted back into a human with his legs tucked firmly against his chest and not touching his friend at all. His ears were red from embarrassment. “Maybe I should get out.”

This reaction definitely wasn’t one he expected to get from Asten. He knew what his job was, he was supposed to be confident about his body and all that he is. Surely Bear didn’t expect people to be as confident as he was, but he assumed Asten would be. Clearly he was wrong.

When he got the guy sitting in front of him, clearly trying to hide from him, Bear just lift his leg up and started to poke Asten’s back with his toes. “Come on, you need to clean yourself as well. Who knows where you’ve been”, he teased, continuing to poke his friend’s back as he started to add soap in the water to turn the water into a huge bubble bath.

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Asten’s job had sucked a lot of confidence out of him. It was unfortunate really. He only did it to get paid, because he had no other marketable skills besides being charismatic and attractive. Which, was being attractive really a skill? Or just a stroke of luck?

“You’re going to flood the tub if you put too much soap in,” he scolded, turning to look behind him. “Do I smell bad? Is that why you wanted me in the tub?”

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Fishy business || Bear&Asten

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familiar-asten:

“He’s a rubber otter. Unless he’s possessed….” Which, really, it wouldn’t surprise him at this point. He’d seen weird shit go on in this tower, though he had a feeling that Bear probably ignored the things he saw…or just didn’t care. 

Puffing his cheeks out for a moment, suddenly, there was a particularly small otter under a mess of clothes. He flopped into the tub and stared at the other’s face. It probably wasn’t what the wolf had wanted, but it was the way the familiar felt the safest at this point in time. He should probably wash the stench of his client off of him anyways. “Happy?” he asked, though it came out as a weird chirping noise.

Bear chuckled, because the rubber otter surely wasn’t possessed, it was just Bear joking about the thing being able to talk and show emotions. Asten clearly didn’t know what joking was, but Bear didn’t say anything about it. Asten might get upset if he did.

Bear was expecting Asten to say something as he puffed his cheeks, but instead he just saw the guy disappear in front of him and leaving a pile of clothes behind. He raised his brow a bit but when the otter lift his head up from the pile of clothes and flopped in the tub Bear shook his head at him. He patted otter-Asten’s head, because he could, but he knew he would’ve preferred a human shaped otter instead of an actual otter in the tub. “Surely you can be an otter as well, but just don’t go underwater, you know. Plus I’m not really sure should you be in that form since I’m going to fill this tub with soap to get a tower of bubbles.”

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Asten felt unsure about the whole situation. He wasn’t used to closeness. He was friendly and playful, but it was rare for him to have actual friends. In fact, he was pretty sure Bear was the only one due to his confidence and persistence. He was afraid of being judged for his job, afraid of his friends deciding he was a sex object — which made this situation all the more difficult.

Turning his back to Bear in the tub, he shifted back into a human with his legs tucked firmly against his chest and not touching his friend at all. His ears were red from embarrassment. “Maybe I should get out.”

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sinclairvalli:

Sinclair was walking on her own through the city, looking out venues for her next show when someone walked into her, no SHOVED HER. Or at least that’s what she was gonna tell herself.

She clenched her fists and spun around on her heels, looking him up and down, “And might I ask who in God’s name you think you are that you can touch me without asking.” She spat, pointing at him with a firm finger, “Especially a bum like you. What even happened to your clothes. Did you lose them after using all your money to gamble and then get thrown out?” Even though, this wasn’t Vegas, she didn’t care. It was her explaination. Even if it was dumb, it wasn’t to her. She had said it.

Suddenly, he felt a lot less guilty for running into the woman in front of him. He was tired and exhausted from his play date with a demon, and wasn’t in the mood to deal with someone with such an attitude. A scowl came over his usually friendly face as the other continued to insult him. “Why would I purposefully touch an ugly bitch like you?” he finally snapped, clearly tired of her spewing vitriol. Most people would usually realize the bumping had been accidental, but apparently her head was up her ass.