A Pretty Face With Great Taste!

Art by Arthur-Tristan-Kingsmen!

[pglang]

i’ll get over it i just gotta be dramatic first

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

A little knock on the door was the signal of someone knew showing up on his vibrant doorstep. Out in the open was a soft looking blonde with rabid freckles across his face and on his neck too. He was dressed in black slacks and a nice golden shirt, made of silk with a few tasteful black lines. He seems a little confused when the door opens, but his smile doesn’t waver.

“Ah, Hello? My car broke down and my phone died. I don’t have any of my tools or I’d fix it myself so, could I borrow a phone and call a mechanic? Or a tow truck?” He asked and offered a hand. “My name’s Arthur.”

(forgetful-mechanic)

When he hears a knock, Lewis blinks. He then finishes up his wing, checking his eyeliner by feel and making sure it’s on point. Once he is satisfied, he then puts it down before kissing the air and sauntering towards the door

“Ohhh, and to what do I owe— well, well, well hello.” Now looking his guest up and down, the vampire grins. He then puts an arm on the doorframe, posing with a hum. His free hand quickly snakes out to curl around the offered hand, but instead of a shake he pulls it to his lips and presses a kiss to it

That’s obviously what is expected of him right? It is only— oh, how do the kids say it now a days— gentlemanly of him after all

“My name is Lewis, and it’s oh so very nice to meet you Arthur. Do feel free to come in, perhaps we can talk while we get you this truck’s toe hm? I do have a phone you can use, but the blasted thing is most insufferable. Perhaps you could put it in its place?”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

16 and 20!

16. What’s your biggest regret and why?

“My biggest regret? Darling, life is too short for regrets! Let me tell you something now amigo, you can spend all the time you want lamenting about things you regret. Be it a decision you made, a relationship you watched sour, an action you wish you could take back... So many things you can obsess over.” And wait, was that a hint of something dark and stormy in eyes? No, it couldn’t be. A man of his class could never have stress or regret. There is a reason his gorgeous face lacks any worry lines after all!

“But what would be the point of it? Worrying over such silly things would only poison you. What’s done is already done, and if you can’t change it there is simply no point in making yourself miserable over it. Don’t take life so seriously, none of us get out of it alive anyway. Even someone as fangtastic as I didn’t make it! I died once too you know, I just know how to make it look good~”

20. How would you describe yourself?

“How would I describe myself? Well fangtastic of course! I mean look at me! I don’t look a day over 21, and yet I’m probably older than most of you! I’d also say I’m the life of a party, hell, I am probably the one that gives it life in the first place! Ahh, but you already knew that about me didn’t you? This was fun, but do try to give me something a little harder next time. The answer here was oh so obvious already!”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Lost and confused, Arthur stumbled to the door and knocked on it roughly, his form still dizzy. He had managed to starve his demon to death, but he still had not returned to normal. He had his fair skin and adorable freckles, but his eyes flowed lightly, he had sharp canines, his nails were like claws, and he had a small set of bat wings on his back. Functionally they were useless, but they moved a little. He knocked again, his weak fork leaning more against the door. “Hi..?” (ididnotaskforthis)

He’d been asleep in his coffin when the banging starts. It’s simply annoying at first, but he does his best to ignore it. He even makes a point to roll over and tug his pink bat blanket over his head. After a moment though, the banging continues and when he finally has enough he groans. He then sits up, throwing the lid off with flair and stepping out of his resting place

“Alright, Alright! Hold your horses darling, I’m coming.” Oh, and now he is stomping to the door with a huff. “Not even in a good way dammit.”

Once he makes it to the door, he throws it open. He then leans against the doorframe in all his extra glory, eyeing his new guest with interest.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight. Ohhh, and is that wings? So interesting and cute aren’t you? How curious~”

And now he is leaning forward, pushing himself off the door frame and close enough to tower over the other

“To what do I owe this honor my SUPER-natural friend~”

[didnotaskforthis]

Arthur felt himself stumble as the door came open, his form leaning against his doorframe as he slowly looked up at the figure. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, probably from how long he’s spent in the wilderness and in the cold.

“I-I… I uh…need to…” He stuttered out softly and bit his lip gently. He needed to ask to use a phone, or maybe for food, or maybe for something to drink. However, he stumbled instead and fell against the stranger.

He felt extremely weak, and his face flushed lightly as he just tried to tell him something while keeping his eyes open. He wasn’t having any luck, his form fizzling out like a light, becoming clay in the stranger’s arms.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“You need to what exactly? Darling, I’m a lot of things, but I’m certainly not a mind rea— ohhhh.”

Watching his guest fall in to his chest, Lewis grins. While he doesn’t know what’s going on, he certainly has no complaints. His night is already becoming oh so interesting

“Ohh, well aren’t you just a mess? Not even in a good way either my dear. I suppose we should get you inside then, and ohh. I suppose I’ll get to play doctor~”

Oh, and there he goes. Lewis is now scooping the stranger in to his arms, carrying him towards his coffin bridal style. The asshole looks like he is having too much fun with this already. Especially as he drops his guest in to the coffin, already moving to lean over the edge and purr

“Now then, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong hm? What’s eating you darling?”

[didnotaskforthis]

He feels dizzy and weak, his eyes fluttering a little as he feels the stranger scoop him into his arms. He feels like he’s swimming with how light headed he has become. He can’t help how long it takes him to gather his senses.

By the time he does, he’s in a little coffin that’s been made into a rather comfy bed.

“I-I… I need a phone…” He said gently, his face pale. “I…wanna call home I…can finally go…back… He’s finally gone and I…I wanna…” He muttered out softly, before whimpering as he tried to sit up.

This was a bad idea, since he wobbled and found himself leaning against the side. “I-I…feel so weak…”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“You look like you need a lot of things darling, but hardly a phone.”

Now reaching forward, Lewis hums. This man just seems so frail that he doesn’t even use his hand. Instead he pushes the man back with a single finger, raising a brow at how easy it is

“Now tell me, have you eaten anything lately? You look like you are about to wither away. That would be such a waste, especially with how cute you are.”

[spectrum-skull]

“What’s the point of being offended? Really life is too short for that— well— unless you are of the undead persuasion I suppose. Really though darlings, if you are offended why don’t we just throw a party and make it a good time? You don’t have to feel left out~” (fangtastic-pretty-boy)

Just gonna throw Mortimor into this cause I have an urge…

Well, to be honest, Mortimor wasn’t as offended as his other brethren. Just a little hurt that his own existence was being questioned by someone. The King of Monsters wondering if there was any hope of convincing the ghost of the existence of other paranormal entities and creatures, but also respecting his beliefs and views.

A party? Well, from what he remembered, parties could be pretty fun and a way to meet new people and faces. He couldn’t remember the last time he held or attended a party to be honest. It felt like centuries in fact.

…but he had no real plans to throw one right now. It seemed unnecessary and he didn’t think he was a good party planner anyway.

The vampire just smiled and waved the other off, trying to convey to him not to worry about it. It wasn’t like his feelings were utterly damaged or destroyed. If anything, he was interested in meeting a ghost.

[spectrum-skull]

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When the other vampire begins to flail about, Lewis blinks. He doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but he doesn’t seem deterred. In fact now he is watching the other intently before letting out a cry of realization. He even goes as far as to snap his fingers before slinking even closer

Personal space? What is that?

“Ohh, I know! Forgive me if I’m wrong, but is it that you are unable to voice your thoughts? Oh dear, I do hope you can forgive me for not being observant. Don’t worry though, I promise to keep my eye on you to avoid anymore misunderstandings.”

With a purr, he makes a point to return the other’s smile. His eyes are wide and bright now, and he seems to being doing just as he promised. He’s probably observing his new party companion much too closely. It’s all for the good of science though. After all, it now seems that they will have to work together a little more closely than Lewis previously expected. That’s certainly not a problem for him though. This could be very, very fun~

“Well then darling, how about we plan something together hm? I have a few decorations in mind, but I’d prefer your input. I even have some decoration booklets we can loom through together. Shall we get to it then?”

Mortimor’s ears perked up and nodded with a brighter smile as the other seemed to understand the situation with his silence. Clasping his hands together and glad that there wouldn’t be any further miscommunication. Though, he was considering grabbing a pad and pen to write down what he needed to say to the other.

He didn’t seem to mind the closeness from the other vampire. Not having very many ideas yet for the party the other seemed to be excited to throw. Seeming to have ideas already.

With some more finesse, he nodded and tried his best to gesture for the other to share his ideas . Eager to hear what ideas he had. Maybe he could also take a look at those booklets and give some ideas, since the other wanted them to plan together.

It seemed he was startling to get excited about this party.

Taking the invitation for what it is, Lewis grins. Each dang is on display now. Loud and proud as he claps his hands together excitedly. Time to get down to business then!!

“Oh goodie then! Let’s see, we will need streamers for sure. Strobe lights are pretty spectacular too, but I find they can really incapacitate one’s view of another. We can’t have that if we are planning to meet and greet and how do the kids these days say it…”

Eyebrows furrowing together, Lewis hums. He then brings his index finger to his chin, tapping it there as he tries to remember the expression.

“Ah, do the raising of the roof! That’s the expression. Now then, I would say a gothic theme would really give us flair, but see that’s what they’d expect. For this party we’d need to go outside the proverbial box. Tell me, what do you think of a masquerade type party?? Is that too boring?”

Oh, and now he is staring at Mortimor and trying to gage his expression. He now understands the man can’t speak, but it seems he isn’t swayed to treat him any differently. He’d just pay close attention to body language

It’s one language he is absolutely fluid in after all~

Oh, streamers and strobe lights? He had heard of those before, having seen some streamers before but never strobe lights. Technology was rather fascinating to him thought and the mortals seemed to come up with some really interesting things. Maybe they could try the strobe lights if they were really feeling ambitious about it.

There was a silent giggle as the other mentioned raising the roof. Mortals had such a way with words sometimes and he thought that saying was always a little silly. Though at the mention of a masquerade, Mortimor quickly clapped his hands enthusiastically and nodded. Seeming to love the idea. 

He always did find them so elegant after all and the costumes to match the masks were always so gorgeous and creative. Oh, he’d have to check if he had something appropriate to wear now. Pretty sure he had something in his wardrobe that would work nicely for such a party. No doubt he had a couple masks too.

The next thing was music now, as he made a gesture to show what they should decide next. Hoping he was being clear with his movements so the other could understand.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“Ohhh, I take it you like the idea then? Fangtastic! That’s half of the party planning right there!”

Now clapping his hands as well, Lewis smiles. It seems he is getting hyped over their planning, his eyes wide and shimmering as he stares at the other vampire

“That’s perfect then dear! Now we just have to figure out the finer details and I’ll probably have to go shopping. Perhaps you can help me pick out the right fit! Oh, but you are right!”

Reading his body language, Lewis realizes he is getting ahead of himself. Music first and color scheme, then they can move on to his favorite part!

“Music is going to be the most important part! So, what kind of music should we pick? I’m all for the waltz and the classics, but I’m of the opinion we will need some sort of modern touches as well. We do want to draw in the best of both worlds right? What do you think my dear??”

And once again, what is personal space? He’s already throwing his arm around the other and gesturing with flair

[rppanda]

Ask my muse extremely personal questions!

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be and why?

How do you take your anger out?

Have you ever been severely depressed? If so, why, and how did you handle it?

Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever worked for?

Have you ever faced discrimination? If so, what was it?

Has someone close to you ever said something that hurt your feelings? If so, what was it, and did they ever make up for it?

Have you ever been hit by someone close to you? If so, who hit you, and did they ever make up for it?

What’s some trauma you have, and how did you get it?

What was the scariest moment you’ve had in public?

What’s the relationship like between you and your parents?

Where do you go to be alone?

Have you ever put your hands on someone? If so, who, and did you ever make up for it?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done with another person?

Who’s the first person you contact on a lonely night and why?

What’s your biggest regret and why?

If you could pick only one person in your life, who would it be and why?

What gives you nostalgia?

What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?

How would you describe yourself?

[arthurtristankingsmen]

“Ohh, well hello there darling~ Tell me, just how are you today?” Oh, and there he goes. The vampire is already slipping in and eyeing him up gleefully. ((:3c guess who))

Flirt with Arthur!

Darling?

“Uh…. Alright I guess? Just working on– you know. Cars. Like one does. At work.”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“Ohhh, so you are a sort of mechanic then? Interesting...”

Now stepping closer, the vampire hums. He then leans forward, eyes roaming over him intently. After a moment, he seems to smirk and display a single fang

“Tell me, does that mean you are good with your hands then my dear?”

[mediumarthurkingsmen]

“Oh darling, you have to tell me how you do your hair. It’s fangtastic, so what’s your secret?” ((<.< I don’t feel the need to tell you who this is from I think you know)

“Oh, this?” Artie let it flip back over his shoulders with a brush through his hair. “Sorry, Love, but that’s not something I can share! Where would I be if I gave up my secrets that easily~?”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“Ohh? Keeping secrets are we? Now that’s just not nice!”

Now slipping closer, Lewis gives him a sultry smirk. He then slips an arm around him, caging him between himself and the wall

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to make you change your mind? I’m willing to do almost anything my dear~”

And really, if he’s worried about where he’d be without his secrets, Lewis is more than willing find a new place for him. His bed is pretty spacey after all~

[spectrum-skull]

“What’s the point of being offended? Really life is too short for that— well— unless you are of the undead persuasion I suppose. Really though darlings, if you are offended why don’t we just throw a party and make it a good time? You don’t have to feel left out~” (fangtastic-pretty-boy)

Just gonna throw Mortimor into this cause I have an urge…

Well, to be honest, Mortimor wasn’t as offended as his other brethren. Just a little hurt that his own existence was being questioned by someone. The King of Monsters wondering if there was any hope of convincing the ghost of the existence of other paranormal entities and creatures, but also respecting his beliefs and views.

A party? Well, from what he remembered, parties could be pretty fun and a way to meet new people and faces. He couldn’t remember the last time he held or attended a party to be honest. It felt like centuries in fact.

…but he had no real plans to throw one right now. It seemed unnecessary and he didn’t think he was a good party planner anyway.

The vampire just smiled and waved the other off, trying to convey to him not to worry about it. It wasn’t like his feelings were utterly damaged or destroyed. If anything, he was interested in meeting a ghost.

[spectrum-skull]

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Despite the smile and the wave, he keeps waiting for a response. When he doesn’t get one, he offers the other a pout, one little fang sticking out as he acts every bit the child he is

“Well, I’m a lot of things darling, but I’m not the best at reading silence. I tell you what though, why don’t you at least consider it? We could throw the biggest party the world has ever seen. It will be our own little monster mash!”

Oh, and here he leans forward and gives the other a toothy grin

“It’ll be a graveyard smash~”

It didn’t take long for Mortimor to notice the pout that graced the other’s features, a silent gasp leaving him as he realized the other must not realize he didn’t talk. Quickly gesturing and trying to show the other that. Not liking the idea that the other thought him rude and was giving him the silent treatment for no reason.

Though, he paused his movements as the other leaned in close, a light pink dusting his cheeks and ears flattening down a bit. Well, if the other was set on having a part he wouldn’t object. It could be fun after all.

He gave a small smile, if not somewhat awkward to the other, and tried to express the desire to help throw one. Now, it was just decorating and seeing who they could get on such short notice.

When the other vampire begins to flail about, Lewis blinks. He doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but he doesn’t seem deterred. In fact now he is watching the other intently before letting out a cry of realization. He even goes as far as to snap his fingers before slinking even closer

Personal space? What is that?

“Ohh, I know! Forgive me if I’m wrong, but is it that you are unable to voice your thoughts? Oh dear, I do hope you can forgive me for not being observant. Don’t worry though, I promise to keep my eye on you to avoid anymore misunderstandings.”

With a purr, he makes a point to return the other’s smile. His eyes are wide and bright now, and he seems to being doing just as he promised. He’s probably observing his new party companion much too closely. It’s all for the good of science though. After all, it now seems that they will have to work together a little more closely than Lewis previously expected. That’s certainly not a problem for him though. This could be very, very fun~

“Well then darling, how about we plan something together hm? I have a few decorations in mind, but I’d prefer your input. I even have some decoration booklets we can loom through together. Shall we get to it then?”

Mortimor’s ears perked up and nodded with a brighter smile as the other seemed to understand the situation with his silence. Clasping his hands together and glad that there wouldn’t be any further miscommunication. Though, he was considering grabbing a pad and pen to write down what he needed to say to the other.

He didn’t seem to mind the closeness from the other vampire. Not having very many ideas yet for the party the other seemed to be excited to throw. Seeming to have ideas already.

With some more finesse, he nodded and tried his best to gesture for the other to share his ideas . Eager to hear what ideas he had. Maybe he could also take a look at those booklets and give some ideas, since the other wanted them to plan together.

It seemed he was startling to get excited about this party.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Taking the invitation for what it is, Lewis grins. Each dang is on display now. Loud and proud as he claps his hands together excitedly. Time to get down to business then!!

“Oh goodie then! Let’s see, we will need streamers for sure. Strobe lights are pretty spectacular too, but I find they can really incapacitate one’s view of another. We can’t have that if we are planning to meet and greet and how do the kids these days say it...”

Eyebrows furrowing together, Lewis hums. He then brings his index finger to his chin, tapping it there as he tries to remember the expression.

“Ah, do the raising of the roof! That’s the expression. Now then, I would say a gothic theme would really give us flair, but see that’s what they’d expect. For this party we’d need to go outside the proverbial box. Tell me, what do you think of a masquerade type party?? Is that too boring?”

Oh, and now he is staring at Mortimor and trying to gage his expression. He now understands the man can’t speak, but it seems he isn’t swayed to treat him any differently. He’d just pay close attention to body language

It’s one language he is absolutely fluid in after all~

[spectrum-skull]

“What’s the point of being offended? Really life is too short for that— well— unless you are of the undead persuasion I suppose. Really though darlings, if you are offended why don’t we just throw a party and make it a good time? You don’t have to feel left out~” (fangtastic-pretty-boy)

Just gonna throw Mortimor into this cause I have an urge…

Well, to be honest, Mortimor wasn’t as offended as his other brethren. Just a little hurt that his own existence was being questioned by someone. The King of Monsters wondering if there was any hope of convincing the ghost of the existence of other paranormal entities and creatures, but also respecting his beliefs and views.

A party? Well, from what he remembered, parties could be pretty fun and a way to meet new people and faces. He couldn’t remember the last time he held or attended a party to be honest. It felt like centuries in fact.

…but he had no real plans to throw one right now. It seemed unnecessary and he didn’t think he was a good party planner anyway.

The vampire just smiled and waved the other off, trying to convey to him not to worry about it. It wasn’t like his feelings were utterly damaged or destroyed. If anything, he was interested in meeting a ghost.

[spectrum-skull]

fangtastic-pretty-boy‌:

Despite the smile and the wave, he keeps waiting for a response. When he doesn’t get one, he offers the other a pout, one little fang sticking out as he acts every bit the child he is

“Well, I’m a lot of things darling, but I’m not the best at reading silence. I tell you what though, why don’t you at least consider it? We could throw the biggest party the world has ever seen. It will be our own little monster mash!”

Oh, and here he leans forward and gives the other a toothy grin

“It’ll be a graveyard smash~”

It didn’t take long for Mortimor to notice the pout that graced the other’s features, a silent gasp leaving him as he realized the other must not realize he didn’t talk. Quickly gesturing and trying to show the other that. Not liking the idea that the other thought him rude and was giving him the silent treatment for no reason.

Though, he paused his movements as the other leaned in close, a light pink dusting his cheeks and ears flattening down a bit. Well, if the other was set on having a part he wouldn’t object. It could be fun after all.

He gave a small smile, if not somewhat awkward to the other, and tried to express the desire to help throw one. Now, it was just decorating and seeing who they could get on such short notice.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

When the other vampire begins to flail about, Lewis blinks. He doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but he doesn’t seem deterred. In fact now he is watching the other intently before letting out a cry of realization. He even goes as far as to snap his fingers before slinking even closer

Personal space? What is that?

“Ohh, I know! Forgive me if I’m wrong, but is it that you are unable to voice your thoughts? Oh dear, I do hope you can forgive me for not being observant. Don’t worry though, I promise to keep my eye on you to avoid anymore misunderstandings.”

With a purr, he makes a point to return the other’s smile. His eyes are wide and bright now, and he seems to being doing just as he promised. He’s probably observing his new party companion much too closely. It’s all for the good of science though. After all, it now seems that they will have to work together a little more closely than Lewis previously expected. That’s certainly not a problem for him though. This could be very, very fun~

“Well then darling, how about we plan something together hm? I have a few decorations in mind, but I’d prefer your input. I even have some decoration booklets we can loom through together. Shall we get to it then?”

[spectrum-skull]

“What’s the point of being offended? Really life is too short for that— well— unless you are of the undead persuasion I suppose. Really though darlings, if you are offended why don’t we just throw a party and make it a good time? You don’t have to feel left out~” (fangtastic-pretty-boy)

Just gonna throw Mortimor into this cause I have an urge…

Well, to be honest, Mortimor wasn’t as offended as his other brethren. Just a little hurt that his own existence was being questioned by someone. The King of Monsters wondering if there was any hope of convincing the ghost of the existence of other paranormal entities and creatures, but also respecting his beliefs and views.

A party? Well, from what he remembered, parties could be pretty fun and a way to meet new people and faces. He couldn’t remember the last time he held or attended a party to be honest. It felt like centuries in fact.

…but he had no real plans to throw one right now. It seemed unnecessary and he didn’t think he was a good party planner anyway.

The vampire just smiled and waved the other off, trying to convey to him not to worry about it. It wasn’t like his feelings were utterly damaged or destroyed. If anything, he was interested in meeting a ghost.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Despite the smile and the wave, he keeps waiting for a response. When he doesn’t get one, he offers the other a pout, one little fang sticking out as he acts every bit the child he is

“Well, I’m a lot of things darling, but I’m not the best at reading silence. I tell you what though, why don’t you at least consider it? We could throw the biggest party the world has ever seen. It will be our own little monster mash!”

Oh, and here he leans forward and gives the other a toothy grin

“It’ll be a graveyard smash~”

[dungeonmastersconsortium]

Send Me Your Assumptions About Me And I’ll Respond With “Correct,” “Nope” or “Kinda”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“Honestly, some people are just sooo dramatic. Unless you are super into Italian food, being a vampire isn’t even that bad.” Oh, and now he is rolling his eyes and placing a hand on his hip. He then raises his other and inspects the nail, humming at the shade of purple there

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Lost and confused, Arthur stumbled to the door and knocked on it roughly, his form still dizzy. He had managed to starve his demon to death, but he still had not returned to normal. He had his fair skin and adorable freckles, but his eyes flowed lightly, he had sharp canines, his nails were like claws, and he had a small set of bat wings on his back. Functionally they were useless, but they moved a little. He knocked again, his weak fork leaning more against the door. “Hi..?” (ididnotaskforthis)

He’d been asleep in his coffin when the banging starts. It’s simply annoying at first, but he does his best to ignore it. He even makes a point to roll over and tug his pink bat blanket over his head. After a moment though, the banging continues and when he finally has enough he groans. He then sits up, throwing the lid off with flair and stepping out of his resting place

“Alright, Alright! Hold your horses darling, I’m coming.” Oh, and now he is stomping to the door with a huff. “Not even in a good way dammit.”

Once he makes it to the door, he throws it open. He then leans against the doorframe in all his extra glory, eyeing his new guest with interest.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight. Ohhh, and is that wings? So interesting and cute aren’t you? How curious~”

And now he is leaning forward, pushing himself off the door frame and close enough to tower over the other

“To what do I owe this honor my SUPER-natural friend~”

[didnotaskforthis]

Arthur felt himself stumble as the door came open, his form leaning against his doorframe as he slowly looked up at the figure. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, probably from how long he’s spent in the wilderness and in the cold.

“I-I… I uh…need to…” He stuttered out softly and bit his lip gently. He needed to ask to use a phone, or maybe for food, or maybe for something to drink. However, he stumbled instead and fell against the stranger.

He felt extremely weak, and his face flushed lightly as he just tried to tell him something while keeping his eyes open. He wasn’t having any luck, his form fizzling out like a light, becoming clay in the stranger’s arms.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“You need to what exactly? Darling, I’m a lot of things, but I’m certainly not a mind rea— ohhhh.”

Watching his guest fall in to his chest, Lewis grins. While he doesn’t know what’s going on, he certainly has no complaints. His night is already becoming oh so interesting

“Ohh, well aren’t you just a mess? Not even in a good way either my dear. I suppose we should get you inside then, and ohh. I suppose I’ll get to play doctor~”

Oh, and there he goes. Lewis is now scooping the stranger in to his arms, carrying him towards his coffin bridal style. The asshole looks like he is having too much fun with this already. Especially as he drops his guest in to the coffin, already moving to lean over the edge and purr

“Now then, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong hm? What’s eating you darling?”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

That was from me! Btw. (Ididnotaskforthis.)

“Ohh, don’t worry! I got it darling. I look forward to seeing you around here more~”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Lost and confused, Arthur stumbled to the door and knocked on it roughly, his form still dizzy. He had managed to starve his demon to death, but he still had not returned to normal. He had his fair skin and adorable freckles, but his eyes flowed lightly, he had sharp canines, his nails were like claws, and he had a small set of bat wings on his back. Functionally they were useless, but they moved a little. He knocked again, his weak fork leaning more against the door. “Hi..?” (ididnotaskforthis)

He’d been asleep in his coffin when the banging starts. It’s simply annoying at first, but he does his best to ignore it. He even makes a point to roll over and tug his pink bat blanket over his head. After a moment though, the banging continues and when he finally has enough he groans. He then sits up, throwing the lid off with flair and stepping out of his resting place

“Alright, Alright! Hold your horses darling, I’m coming.” Oh, and now he is stomping to the door with a huff. “Not even in a good way dammit.”

Once he makes it to the door, he throws it open. He then leans against the doorframe in all his extra glory, eyeing his new guest with interest.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight. Ohhh, and is that wings? So interesting and cute aren’t you? How curious~”

And now he is leaning forward, pushing himself off the door frame and close enough to tower over the other

“To what do I owe this honor my SUPER-natural friend~”

[coolthingoftheday]

Aside from bees and butterflies, bats are one of the most important pollinators on the planet - especially in tropical and desert regions. 

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[executionerbarbie]

lost in the sauce

[mysteriouslyhopefulstranger]

@haz-the-d @mysteryhunterarthur