The Beast Within

Indie OC RP blog for a multiverse character. Will RP with just about any verse, any character, including crossovers and so on.

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Considering retiring Oliver. See below if you want to know more.

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Considering retiring Oliver. See below if you want to know more.

Basically I just haven’t been able to keep and hold inspiration for him for a long time. Once, he thrived and it was a lot of fun. Since then, I just haven’t been able to pick this blog up off the ground. I’ve made some great new friends through this blog but for some reason I just can’t get him to stick.

I haven’t officially decided whether I’m retiring him or not, but if any of you want to keep RPing with me, I’m active on another muse. Feel free to send me an ask or IM and I’ll be happy to give you the URL.

Thank you and sorry to anyone who might be unhappy to see this happen.

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Russian Winter

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brooklynxmagic:

Everywhere Oliver touched seemed to light up like flames on his skin.  The heat was incredible and Magnus was certain that only half of it was imagined.  The dragon was like fire incarnate and he wanted nothing more than to be consumed.  

Magnus tipped his head to the side, offering himself to the dragon in every way.  “My father would shudder to hear anyone refer to me as human,” Magnus growled.  He knew that half of him was but it was a half he had pushed aside long ago, choosing to embrace his role as the heir to the throne of Edom and the son of Asmodeus. It was certainly more fun than bowing and scraping to the Clave who would never appreciate the vastness of his power and would probably seek to punish him for it more than anything else.

Oliver growled against Magnus’ neck, biting and tugging at it, taking care not to break the skin. Yet. His claws raked across Magnus’ skin, leaving fiery scratches in their wake.

“Mm, then let’s do something utterly inhuman,” the dragon purred. “I’m going to fuck you in this bath until you scream yourself hoarse, and then we’re going back to my chambers where you are going to fuck me senseless. And we’ll spend all day tomorrow living in post-coital ecstasy.”

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Party at the Dance Floor?!

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inechoingsilence:

“ Nice to meet you too, Oliver. And no one said anything about hitting on me - I just need to stick to this drink. Chaperone and all.” He gave Oliver a smile and sipped at the drink the man had bought him. “ Need my wits about me.” 

“One drink, then,” Oliver said, grinning. “Though I feel like you have a stronger tolerance than that. So, what do you do when you’re not playing chaperone, handsome?”

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Looking for a few new threads. Not too many – I have to pace myself. Also only with folks that don’t mind me being slow. Who’s in?

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Looking for a few new threads. Not too many -- I have to pace myself. Also only with folks that don’t mind me being slow. Who’s in?

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Alexey Vorobyov in Sokrovishcha O.K.

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Speaking Easy

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brooklynxmagic:

Magnus couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime, so to speak, than Oliver.  They complimented each other and really, their debauchery knew no bounds.  It had been too long since they had seen each other.  Magnus had moved to New York, anxious to do his part in corrupting the youth of America the moment he heard about the new prohibition laws.  It was a situation practically gift wrapped for the prince of  hell.

And now, his favorite lover and playmate had returned.  “Lock me up, darling.  I’m pretty sure you can think of where we go from there.”  Magnus’ hand trailed down Oliver’s chest, eventually landing just above his belt.  “Can I offer you a drink or shall we get right to business?”

Oliver licked his lips and watched Magnus eagerly. Here they were in an actual den of iniquity, already committing crimes by having alcohol. Why not have a little more fun...

“Why not have a drink over business?” he purred. “And then maybe I’ll take you right here on the table...”

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Please Reblog If . . .

Please reblog if you are over 25 years old. I need to convince myself that I'm not just communicating with 13 year olds. Not that they aren't nice mind you, but sometimes I feel like the only old person on tumblr.

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Please Reblog If . . .

Please reblog if you are over 25 years old. I need to convince myself that I'm not just communicating with 13 year olds. Not that they aren't nice mind you, but sometimes I feel like the only old person on tumblr.

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Russian Winter

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brooklynxmagic:

Magnus slipped a hand between their bodies, taking Oliver in hand and stroking him.  He growled lightly, mind flooding with images of what he wanted to do.  The dragon was intoxicating.  Magnus had always been drawn to power after all.

“I like the way you think, darling.”  His father might have something to say if he didn’t return for a few months but at the same time, it certainly wouldn’t be the longest Magnus had been away from Edom and he got the feeling that the things he and Oliver could get up to were things that would make the Clave shudder and his father proud.  “As much as I love my fine clothes, wearing them is overrated.”

The dragon shivered, a growl catching in his throat thanks to Magnus’ ministrations. His hands started to wander, caressing the warlock’s body, sliding down his arms and kneading them, gripping possessively at the firm, toned muscles. Oh, how he wanted this man, this demon-scion, and how they’d infuriate the hapless Clave.

“Oh, clothing is very overrated, isn’t it,” he breathed, biting along Magnus’ neck, fangs growing out to tease the skin. “Even the fanciest of clothes are so human, and we are anything but...”

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