awaken

konstantin vasiliev 4000+. incubus. marshal. tattoo artist at mystery ink. whispers would deafen me now you don't make a sound heartbreak was never so loud

[konstcntin]

konstantin vasiliev | tattoos

1. skull and roses on the back of his neck 2. devil whispering behind his ear 3. tree branches on the entirety of his right side ; for niko 4. perseus holding medusa's head ; for aren ( probs not a good idea ) 5. sleeve of horror media on his right arm 6. pinhead portrait on his left arm 7. universal monsters portraits on his left hand fingers 8. v mask on the back of his right hand 9. mechanical exoskeleton on palm of left hand 10. loser/lover on his left knee 11. snake coiled around an impaled skull on his left thigh 12. snake coiled around his right leg

[zoeysalisu]

"You're not a monster" I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both a shelter and a warning at once.

@konstcntin

[konstcntin]

@konstantinv just masturbated to her bitmoji oh my god it hurts so much

@zoeysalisu

[dailychaceccrawford]

maxamillionpolo: long night

[connorwyndham]

SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN AND NATE ARCHIBALD GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012)

[dailychaceccrawford]

Chace Crawford at the 2024 Astra TV Awards at Millennium Biltmore Hotel Los Angeles | January 8th, 2024

[zoeysalisu]

"I know, and I understand, but next time could you maybe shoot me a text letting me know you are alright?" Maybe she is not giving him as much of a free pass for not contacting her as she said, but she had been worried sick about not getting any info until Bebe had told her he was alright. "I am really glad you are okay, but learning that you were okay from someone else kind of hurt," the admission is quiet and she tries to brush it off with a shrug and a smile because part of her does still worry that she is being too much and that will scare Kon off. She already knows she is horny enough that it might be bothering him with his no-sex rule, so doesn't want to push him even more. "I was thinking about the Holiday Market? It might be fun? But if you just wanted to drop by and say hi, and cuddle and kiss, that works too? Or would kissing be too much? Sorry."

[konstcntin]

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just not talk to you. I've been losing track of time honestly." Funny how that sounded. He'd been alive so damn long, he was sure that wasn't the first time he'd felt that feeling. Still, he shouldn't have just not seen her regardless of that. He intertwined their fingers and leaned forward slightly. "I know. I can't really make an excuse. I can only say it won't happen again. I promise." If that even meant anything to her. They had been through quite a lot lately so honestly them taking this one day at a time almost felt too damn slow. Which was fine for him, but he was sure she was getting antsy. The whole no sex thing had a very obvious effect on her that he could see which only further confused him as to why they were about to go on a date instead of the back room of her shop. However, he wasn't really going to just suggest it after she had clear options for a date. Even though he really wanted to. "Well, we can do both, can't we? Holiday Market, then my place, then cuddle and kiss and...well, who knows what else could happen."

[destinedgray]

Aren made an uncomfortable thinking face as he leaned against the wall by the counter, lips pursed as he considered his words and his own awkwardness. "One of the tragic parts about being a parent is how much kids look up to you before they realize you're just as flawed as they are, if not more so." He thought very painfully of Oztalun. "I'm not going to make excuses for my behavior, but yeah... she's fine." He pushed off the wall, shaking his head. "I know I'm not much your father in this life, Konstantin. I get that." He sighed. "But I'm trying to understand you, especially since you've been through your own version of hell and back..." He hadn't exactly spoken to or about the young vampire that he'd seen with his son once or twice, but Aren knew enough about love to recognize the way they looked at each other and surmise. Still, he'd wait to press. "You can tell me all about it now if you feel like it. I have... at least as much time as it takes for a new tattoo."

[konstcntin]

"Oh, I never thought you weren't flawed." It was a semblance of a joke to somewhat lighten the horrible mood Konstantin had brought about. He shouldn't have really taken anything out on his father. Aren had tried his best, but he knew how it felt to lose people you cared about. The incubus had lost quite a lot, but the one good thing was that he still had people left. That was what kept him going. "Well, I mean, it's good that she's okay. I wouldn't have wanted her not to be. Since she's important to you and all. Maybe you'll introduce us one day so I don't just have a random woman in my head every time you mention her." He lifted his shoulder in a shrug. "Just a thought though," he stated as he tapped his knuckles against the Archdruid's arm. His father was a very flawed individual, but he was a demon so really what did that make him? "What does telling you all about my life entail? Just from what you've missed or...?"

[bebevlnt]

Bebe realizes that sadly, she cannot fully dictate what each of her loyal subjects wear, but she can give them a gentle push into having a very nice dress code. She makes a little 'mmm' sound of indifference meant to signify a shrug that she can't make at the moment on account of the getting tattooed and all. "Maybe we'll get dressed up when we're at the Forum or when we all meet the rest of the senators, you know? Let them know we're serious about this." Because she is very serious about it, she wants to do a good job. Not just because she thinks demons deserve a place in the senate but because she wants to prove people wrong. Lycans might be pushed to the fringes, vampires might be considered parasites to some, but demons also had a bad rep. If people didn't want Evil Dead situations, they shouldn't read from books out loud, it was that simple. "How are you feeling about all of this?"

[konstcntin]

"What exactly do you classify as dressed up, Bebe?" Honestly, he was pretty sure it was the same definition that Zoey had. The two of them knew each other anyway so he was fully convinced the bright colors and the pink was just their thing. Konstantin himself was more of a grunge type, but he guessed he knew how to dress up sometimes. Tattoo gun pulling away for a moment, he leaned back slightly. The question was one he should've known would be asked and still he wasn't prepared for it. "I'm feeling very fucking happy. Ecstatic even." That had been said with sarcasm obviously before he actually answered truthfully. "I don't know how I should feel honestly. I'm just here for my family. If me doing this helps them, then I'll be here until you don't want me to be anymore." He leaned forward again to continue the tattoo.

[asmodeusxcx]

Person: @konstcntin Place: Mystery Ink ( Nearly after hours) "That's pretty good." Kon was from their circle so much like Caradoc, he was also immediately in the entourage until they weren't fun anymore. He'd come in to see the piercer actually, but he had been on a break and Asmodeus was impatient so the nipple piercings would have to wait. A tattoo was better anyways, the sharp black lines of the horned god looked great on their forearm. There was no reason for his shirt to be off and yet it's off anyways, leaving him in the ever present pair of leather pants on the bench. "It'll do for now."

[konstcntin]

Konstantin actually would've preferred to steer completely clear of the archfiend. Maybe he should've done a better job, but Asmodeus had really just found him here. How was he to know that the former seraphim was going to just...want a tattoo? It still felt so strange that he was here drawing a horned god on the other's arm. While they were shirtless, no less. There really hadn't been a reason for it, but the archfiend had insisted so here they were. "For now? Do you not like it or something?"

[zoeysalisu]

Zoey had smelled Konstantin from the moment he had entered the block, her undead heart leaping on her chest as her silly goose of a boyfriend finally sought her out after the war. It's been weeks since then, and if Bebe hadn't told her that he had become her marshal, Zoey wouldn't have gotten any news about her boyfriend or from her boyfriend until he had deigned to show up. She is giving him a free pass for that, because Jamie is also acting super weird so she supposes she died pretty terribly or something. That is why she hadn't stalked him on his tattoo place and stuff, give him time to process the deaths she guessed he remembered based on context clues, and to decide if he was finally getting his head out of his ass.

"Oh, sorry, are you talking to me now?" She asks as she leans back from the counter and sends him an arched look, even as her eyes soften at his presence and she reaches forward to place a hand over his comfortingly. "But yeah, I would like that. Did you want to go in date, then? I have a couple of ideas."

[konstcntin]

"Of course I'm...nevermind. Yes, I am talking to you now. I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner. Just...well, you know everything that happened." He was happy to see her regardless and he had hoped she would be happy to see him, too. Not that he ever deserved it, but he'd tried his best to work at earning her trust again. He wasn't sure if he'd been successful yet though. Konstantin could read her like the back of his hand, but he couldn't figure out this one thing. At this point, he just wanted to lean in and kiss her. More than that even. But here she was now asking if he meant that he wanted to go on a date. The hand that hers was not holding onto dropped off of the counter. "Oh. Um...yes. A date. Yes, we can absolutely do that. That's why I came here. What ideas did you have? We can do whatever you want."

[dailychaceccrawford]

Chace Crawford out and about in LA with Shiner | December 15th, 2023

[rob-pattinson]

CHACE CRAWFORD 2022 | Men’s Health: Train Like A Celebrity

[konstcntin]

konstantin | saturnalia

Baby said "Let me taste your silhouette" "You can talk between my legs" I know you really want to

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[destinedgray]

Time: Pre-closing hour Location: Mystery Ink Characters: @konstcntin & @destinedgray Notes: a hello to baby boy and a new tattoo please

There was a vast majority of his time spent in the apocalypse that Aren was eager to forget. Some parts he worked to keep in his head, some parts he felt obliged to remember in some way out of a sense of responsibility - how it all ended, how the world had looked and functioned, Prometheus' graves, Tamlen, Octavian's betrayal. But those quiet and horrid nights alone with nothing but misery and tears? The strangers that he'd failed to save? The disassociating? Let those memories fade away, 5 years of them. He needed to find his footing in this new world, to create a better life that didn't revolve around the misery that he'd known for half a decade.

He leaned up against the desk and waited as Konstantin came out of the backrooms. Just like when they had first met in this life. This time there was almost as much shock on his face before, but this time it lasted only the flicker of a moment as it quickly turned to quiet and subtle relief. He'd known Konstantin would be alive but it was one thing to hear about it and another to see him again. "I was gonna call but I haven't seen you or Rowan for about... 5 years." He offered a tentative smile. "Are you alright?"

[konstcntin]

It had really only felt like a few seconds since he had last seen his father. A few seconds since death came knocking at his door. Now there was a lot that had changed. His own problems seemed to be miniscule compared to the ones that of the rest of Rome. He had died once before. Dying again really didn't much matter to him. He'd only cared that Zoey had been lost to him. Speaking of, he probably should call her. Instead, here he was at Mystery Ink. pretending like everything was okay and that he hadn't been given some sort of duty now that he hadn't had in a very long time. Even more than that, here was Aren waltzing on in to check in on him.

"Tragic." Konstantin said the word as he leaned on the counter. "I hope you remember how fucking stupid you were being before everything really went to shit. I assume Evy is okay now? You seem to be in a much better mood."

[bebevlnt]

Person: @konstcntin Location: Mystery Ink BayBee "Thanks for doing this." He doesn't have to by any means, she thinks he's being too nice to her considering she'd plucked him out as a marshal on account of he knew how to use the group chat. Bebe sits there on the tattoo bench, arm outstretched and while she has a snake coiled around her upper arm that snaked across her collarbone, a few little things here and there, she wanted to commemorate the whole senator thing. So Kon is tattooing a queen bee on her forearm where she's sure everyone will see it. "For your service I will only put you in McQueen and Vivienne Westwood."

[konstcntin]

To be very honest, Konstantin still wasn't sure how he had gotten this position, but he assumed it was because he was probably one of the only demons who had given a damn during that whole...war. At this point, he wasn't really going to question it any longer. The most he liked to do with his time was hole himself up in Mystery Ink. and give himself a pity party. He was sure that was very entertaining for both Rowan and Felandaris. Then again, Felan loved to be around him. One blade to the neck about ten times in a row really brought out his nice side. It wasn't Konstantin's favorite thing in the world, but he had grown used to it. He actually still couldn't get the thought of that hug out of his head. That was one memory he wished to burn from his head entirely.

Nevertheless, he looked down at Bebe's forearm. They had run across each other a few times in the past, but it wasn't like he made friends all that often. He guessed they would have to be now though. As he worked on the lines, he stopped for a second to let his gaze meet hers. "I don't wear that stuff." He gestured to the clothing he was wearing now. "Zoey doesn't even put me in that. I think." It wasn't like he was checking the labels.