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Apparently, Jason Patric (Michael), Billy Wirth (Dwayne), and Chance Michael Corbitt (Laddie) are going to be at a convention in my state in October. Thinking about going just for them.
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Happy Halloween. Remember not to invite anyone in. You never know if they are who they say.
It’s honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer.
Indie Michael Emerson from The Lost Boys (1987) Multi-Verse, Mature Content, Easy Going Mun. No Personals Allowed. No Minors. Read Rules First.
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Interrupting my silence (Sorry, I’m trying to get my muse back, really!) to show you my newest addition to my Lost Boys collection.
BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS
requested by my bestie
WORDS:
“ is that your blood? ”
“ woah— hold up you’re bleeding. ”
“ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ”
“ shit, i think i pulled my stitches. ”
“ i’ll make them bleed for this. ”
“ a little blood never never hurt anyone. ”
“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ”
“ your nose is bleeding. ”
“ you can make me bleed all you want, i’ll never scream for you. ”
“ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
“ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood. ”
“ i did what was necessary. ”
“ why are you bleeding? what happened? ”
“ who hurt you? why is there blood all over you? ”
“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”
“ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”
“ i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood. ”
“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ”
“ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ”
“ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”
“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”
“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ”
“ why is there blood on your knife? ”
“ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t nutsack out. ”
“ i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood. nice and slow. like you deserve. ”
“ i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again. ”
“ your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside. ”
“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ”
“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“ leave me alone, it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets. ”
“ should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink? ”
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
ACTIONS:
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves.
[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves.
[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime.
[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime.
[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver.
[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender.
[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.
[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.
[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed.
[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed.
[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight.
[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight.
How far are you willing to go, Michael? 😈
Jason Patric as Michael Emerson THE LOST BOYS (1987)
Michael walking through the streets hearing this from so corner.
The night had been rough as only his unusual job could be. Another hunt, another client with a sob story of a loved one taken by a citizen of the night. As far as jobs go it was one of his most normal gig in some time. Normal meaning the client was human, the victim was human, and the murder was not human. So the work had begun with a practiced ease. He’s spent a few weeks searching for signs of the killer, asking around his usual places for information. He’s discovered the vampire in question was a female who had a taste for preying on those who seemed out of place. Those who no one knew and no one would notice vanish. So he’d observed as much as he could before moving in for an attack. Michael didn’t want to follow her back to wherever the rest of her pack hid during the day. Though there was a chance she didn’t have a pack at all and just stayed with other rogues. It wouldn’t be unheard of.
So he’d dressed up and used himself as bait in a setting that served as her preferred hunting ground. He played the part of a visitor passing through and acted dumb to her advances in the beginning like a man used to being ignored by attractive women. A careful flirt here and a tease there. Soon they’d been dancing to a beat that was all their own. A song had come on and while the words had been missing he’d known them by heart and sung them in her ear. A dark and twisted tune of loneliness and no escape. As they spun around one another a thought had occurred to him. This was a vampire just like in the comics and movies seducing him as only they were shown to. Yet, for all that this creature in his arms was she had seemingly no knowledge that the man she was attempting to prey on was seducing her right back. It was a dance between two predators, two killers, balancing carefully between victory and destruction.
The rest of the night has been according to plan. She’d wanted to go somewhere private with silky promises of a night to remember and he’d lead her out of town where no other would be able to interfere. It had been in the middle of nowhere in an old cement shed where things had gone down. She’d killed him and tried pulling him into the darkness of the shack, but he’d played the role of a forgetful fool to the letter and excused himself back to his bike to get something they’d need. She’s called to him with a sexy purr to sing again for her. So with a smile he’d done just that as the switch on his bike was flipped and the UV light shined nice and bright in the doorway of the shed. There was no windows or other ways to escape as she screamed in surprise and fury. Yet, Michael never stopped singing his dark little tune as he pulled the weapons free of his motorcycle’s bags and started to slowly approach her.
All in all, it had been one of his easier hunts. She’s died and the ring that belonged to the Client’s deceased loved one had been recovered. Yet as he returned to his apartment in those deep hours of the night his mind and body felt disconnected. Like he’d been caught in the limbo between two worlds and his body couldn’t decide which call to answer. At first, there was no telling what had triggered that feeling. Normally, it would hit after one of his more extreme hunting methods involving ingesting vampire blood. Mostly as it was working its way out of his system. Yet, this hadn’t been the case.
Getting inside the building he’d gone into the old elevator and trying to calm down by focusing on the sounds of the gears pulling him up. It didn’t seem to be working and made him nearly stumble into the hall and to his door. Fumbling to open it he’d all to hastily weaved around he door leaned against it causing a louder than intended slam to be heard. The darkness of the apartment welcomed him and made him breath a sigh of relief.
Had it been the smell of blood from his prey? Was he so tainted now that all it took was the smell to trigger his more dangerous side to come up to push at the surface of his control? It shouldn’t have been possible. Yet, as he locked the door and made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a drink his hand froze in mid motion. His eyes locked on the raw meat stored to one side in its plastic wrapping. He couldn’t stop himself from eyeing the traces of blood in the package.
Do it. Give in and nourish yourself.
He heard the whisper from the depths of his memories. A familiar voice that sent a shiver down his spine. He could both see and feel his hand inching towards the package. Yet, in a move of sheer willpower he slammed the fridge door on the arm reaching for the blood causing him to cry out in both frustration and discomfort. He’d whined to no one in the silence of his home as his arm was pulled free and he retreated into his bedroom with a bottle of room temperature water to force himself to sleep off this weird state of mind he was in.
~ Sole survivors ~
A very lonely vampire and a very lonely dog
Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
Kiefer Sutherland in THE LOST BOYS (1987)
Back alley, somewhere in Northern Europe. Early 1900s.
By Arnold Genthe.