Homo Superior

a multi-muse page for various supernatural creatures

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the four stages of dealing with daniel espinoza  -  (x)

[takeanempanada]

[reysky-walker-deactivated201907]

Diego Luna photographed by Oscar Ponce Vicario for Estilo DF | July 2016

[vd-gifs]

In three millennia, I have a pretty unblemished record when it comes to controlling men. 50,000 to zero… Give or take a few Peloponnesians…

[bollydastaan]

[pastalas]

Mahesh Jadu as Ahmad in “Marco Polo” (2014), season 1, episode 5

[thedrollhouse]

[mrsmunsons]

[jessemetcalfebr]

[voicesarefriends]

Olivia looked at him before he shouted. It startled her slightly, since she wasn’t use to shouting unless something horrible was happening. The girl immediately let go of the window she was holding and tried to eye the person next to him. There sat another girl, someone she hadn’t recognized. “Hello.” She said with a slight hint of shyness. She hated shouting. Olivia just hoped there wouldn’t be too much shouting on the trip. 

The red-head sat down happily and looked around the vehicle with a sense of pure curiosity. One that only children could conjure up. “Why isn’t there much color in here? It seems way too gloomy.” She stated, before looking at him and sitting at the edge of her seat as she looked at the road ahead. Olivia quickly rolled her sleeve up from her oversized sweater and looked at the writing she placed there before she escaped from the hospital. “Um, this place. Philadelphia. Oh! But if you can get me there, you can just drop me off in the closest place to there on your journey and I’ll find someone else!” She stated quickly, not wanting to feel like a burden for the man and the other girl. She sat back in her seat and looked at the two from where she was before doing her proper introductions. She offered a small smile before speaking, hoping she hadn’t encountered people who weren’t as dreadful as the nurses at her ‘home’.  “I’m Olivia Banks. And you guys?” She asked, placing her hands on her lap. She didn’t think much of these people, just that they were kind, and maybe a bit loud. 

[furandhumanity]

With a wry grin, Lucien settled himself firmly into his chair. He was almost certain that Nora was not even a bit amused by the situation. He, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off his face. It was all too coincidental. Only a few hours ago, Nora had showed up after years of no contact and asked him to come home. To Philadelphia. Now, here he was chauffeuring a strange young woman to Philadelphia. The very place he’d valiantly tried to avoid. Coincidental. 

“Seat belt,” he said, nodding in the direction of the girl. She reminded him of his sister: bright eyed and entirely too trusting. “You’re in for quite a ride. I can promise that.” Lucien swerved the car simply to prove his point, a laugh bubbling out of his throat. His older brother would call him careless, but seeing as he had a few hours until he had to see his brother, he couldn’t care less. 

“Lucien Greer, and this is Honor Keyes. You can call her Nora. Don’t get too close. She bites and not in the pleasant way.” 

[voicesarefriends]

She didn’t understand the idea of a car just driving by her. Especially since she was locked up for most of her life for something she wasn’t. Olivia’s reaction to the car stopping in front of her was rather excited. Her grin widened and she couldn’t help but clap slightly before eyeing the driver. His features were far more masculine then she expected, her eyes going slightly wide before binking and shaking that fact away. She offered the kindest smile she was able to muster, looking at the truck before spaking. 

“Yes! I do need a ride! Would you mind if I just hoped in here with you?” She stated, the music that blared making her mind scramble as the whispers of her friends were blocked. Olivia scratched her head slightly in hopes that she would be able to hear at least one whisper but she couldn’t. It was odd not to hear someone. She furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion until she came to the conclusion that the music drowned her inner whispers. “Excuse me, but could you just lower that down a bit? I can’t really hear anything with it so loud.”

[furandhumanity]

Lucien regretted his offer almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. There was definitely something wrong with this girl - something that Nora had been attempting to tell him from the start. First, she’d been practically prancing in the middle of the highway and now here she was, taking up a stranger’s offer for a ride without any questions. He caught the eye of the woman besides him - dark hair, dark eyes, and a grim expression, she was everything he remembered from years ago. Nora had shown up on his doorstep only a few minutes before he’d left home for a night of hunting. Her impeccable timing confirmed what he’d been feeling for days now - someone had been watching him. Between that and last night’s failed plans, Lucien was beginning to feel as if he perhaps needed to take a break. He was off his game and that could be fatal in his line of work. “Don’t give me that look. If you’ve got objections, you’re free to go back home.” The words were directed at Nora, his former best friend and lover. At one point in time, she had known him better that anyone else. Yet, she’d tracked him all this way just to ask him to come home. 

“’Course,” he replied, attention once again focused on the red head in the road. His popped the locked and motioned to the back door. “Seat’s all yours. Just climb on in.” Even as he said the words, he did as she requested. He much preferred to drive with the music blaring, but if the girl preferred differently, he’d comply. He only planned to take her so far, after all. Sooner or later, he and Nora would be alone again and they could return to drowning out the awkward silence with a hard bass. “Where to, then?”

[simonmoonroe]

derek hale + deltoids

[voicesarefriends]

Lucian

“We can’t find patient 1846!” The nurse exclaimed while doing his nightly check on the patients. That was where Olivia’s journey began. 

The red-head girl wandered around the city, using the dark alleys as her hiding spot as she escaped the city lights and reached the more forest parts of her small town. The voices were celebrating, Olivia was humming happily as she grabbed at nearly everything in curiosity and wonder. She was as happy as a kid at a candy store. Suddenly, the overwhelming sense of excitement was being stalked by the feeling of uneasiness. Olivia tried to pay attention to it, following her instincts and  standing at the edge of the street and the forest line. She spotted the front lights of a car heading coming from the city and immediately thought of the idea of hitch hiking instead of walking. She placed her hand out and put her thumb up. 

“Hello!” She shouted loudly just so the car could hear her when it got close enough for hearing distance. She couldn’t help but grin, hoping that the car would stop and give her a ride. ‘Remember, you need to find the others! They can help us!’ She subconsciously thought, bouncing in her spot in excitement. She could finally go and look for her kind. They could help her. Everything seemed too good to be true. 

[furandhumanity]

If there was one thing Lucien hated, it was nights like the one he had just had; nothing had seemed to go right. The target that he’d been tracking for the past week had somehow managed to slip the trap he’d carefully laid, a thing that very rarely happened to him. After all, he hadn’t acquired a reputation for being one of the best supernatural bounty hunters this side of the Atlantic by accident. This was nothing more than a minor setback, he told himself. Nothing that he couldn’t fix with some time and a bit more research. 

He ran a hand through his hair. He was tired. Research could start again after a few hours of rest. He’d see to it that this was the first and last time he underestimated a target. Feeling slightly better than he had only a few minutes before - he was very good at self motivated pep talks, if he did say so himself - he flipped the dial on the car radio, the heavy bass of a random rock song suddenly flooding the confines of the small car. There was nothing like open road and a strong bass rhythm to pick a man’s spirit up. 

He had just rounded the corner when he say a small red-headed figure skirting the line between what could safely be considered “pedestrian area” and what was firmly “auto territory.” He had made up his mind to avoid the girl when he saw a thin hand shoot out. Hitchhikers, he thought, rolling his eyes. He had no time for the lot of them. Especially not today. Still he found himself slamming his foot down on the brake and rolling the window down, a disarming smile plastered on his face. I suppose I could make an exception just this once, he decided and pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. “Need a ride, darling?”

[furandhumanity]

Late Night Visits

[dreadwolftags]

That sounded like Gideon. Everything always somehow was best fixed by his knuckles. “What happened to using your words?” Tobias asked, motioning him inside. Helping him as required. Despite the time he softened at his words, the frown on his features smoothing. Gideon always had this effect on him. The tired grumpy, almost stoic vanishing at the fact that he might have actually missed him. “Yeah? Missed you too.” God, he was an idiot. He wanted to tug Gideon close. Instead he turned letting him follow into the kitchen to grab a water for him.

[furandhumanity]

“I’m not five anymore,” Gideon huffed, offended. Using your words simply wasn’t the way of the pack, but he couldn’t blame Tobias for mentioning it. Not really. Words were such a human thing. “I tried, Tobi. I tried,” he half-heartedly admitted. “I told him to stand down. He didn’t.” Gideon took a nearly steady step forward, following Tobi through the apartment and into the kitchen. The effects of the alcohol were already wearing off, his metabolism working double time to fix what it clearly saw as a problem. Gideon could already feel his mood plummeting. “Oh yeah? I was almost sure you were ignoring me, baby.”

[gambitsgamble]

A moment of weakness Tobi/Gideon!

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent. 

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[furandhumanity]

Late Night Visits

[dreadwolftags]

The steady pound of a fist against his door was not something Tobi expected to hear. It tugged him slowly from sleep at first, a gentle awareness until finally his mind connected with what was going on and he was jolted into wakefulness. Grumbing he rose, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. On the way past he grabbed a t-shirt to tug on over his head. The sight of Gideon - and more importantly the blood  shocked Tobi out of any sleepiness. “What the– Get in, Gideon. You’ll wake everyone up. What happened?” The ‘boy’ commet was ignored, used to from Gideon. Especially drunk Gideon if his nose was anything to go by.

[furandhumanity]

The sight of Tobi standing in the door, sleepy and rumpled shocked Gideon. He hadn’t realized just how late it was. “Sorry,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Guy at the bar... He was being stupid so I punched him. Hell, you should see his face.” Gid laughed, waving his bloodied hand in the air. He gripped the door frame, more to keep himself steady than anything else, and took a few steps closer to Tobias. “I missed you.” 

[furandhumanity]

NAME gideon myles greer | AGE thirty-four | HOMETOWNphiladelphia, pennsylvania | NATIONALITY scottish/english |SPECIES wolf - born | JUNG tbd | MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral | ANIMAL wolf | HOUSE tbd | IDENTIFICATION cisgender homoromantic bisexual | RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION none |OCCUPATION alpa/tbd | FULL BIO here

a b o u t :

Order. Control. Obedience. These were the constants of Gideon’s existence. As the eldest son of the Pack’s Alpha, Gideon Greer had been groomed from birth for a life of dedication - an existence that did not ask for his opinion or approval. He’d grown up with the old stories in mind; these hallowed words, had been reverently passed on from the old ones to the Pack’s new generations, whispering of a time before when the wolves had been feared. They’d told of a time when the wolves had belonged to the land and she had belonged to them, when they had been free to roam rather than acting as a displaced people, their heritage traded in for blue collar jobs, concrete jungles, and rivalries born out of the overlapping of packs.

Son of the Moon. Alpha to be. He was royalty in hiding. Power, dominance, a return to the old ways - this was both his birthright and his responsibility.

Gideon’s life was an exercise in self-denial. When other children were taught to believe in options - told that they could be whomever they decided to be, love whomever they wanted - Gideon had been taught that the Pack came first. His will and desires were always to be sacrificed for the good of the Pack. Grow up, become Alpha, unite with the Alpha of a rival pack, strengthen the Pack. Those were to be his only desires. Falling in love had never been an option; falling in love with a human had definitely never been an option, but it had happened any way. Now Gideon struggles to reconcile his desires and his responsibilities, to hold fast to his life’s mantra of Pack first in the face of fierce personal desires.

a p p e a r a n c e:

TBA

d i s p o s i t i o n :

+ passionate; confident; powerful - short-tempered; inconsiderate; domineering

t h r e a d s :

Thread Title with Character Name

c o n n e c t i o n s :

Affiliation: Greer Pack

Lucien Greer: younger brother

Tobias Pierce: significant other

Nathaniel Croft: intended mate

Plotting: Open Romantic Ships: Closed