SOUTHERN ♚ DEVIL

Indie Cambion OC. 18+ Only. Read Rules & Info before interacting.

[kxllerblond]

 ☕ A semi-selective && indie oc blog for a silly little cambion named Clark. 18+ only, 21+ to interact.  DEAD DOVE blog, conduct yourself accordingly and please read the potential triggers page on my Google Site. NOT a SPN TV series blog.

☕  A study in anachronisms, of closing yourself off, murder of self to protect self, of being neither here nor there, && being a quirky little abomination. 

☕ Multiple verses and adaptable but plays best in settings that entertain sci-fi, crime, politics, horror, morbid comedy, and/or supernatural elements.

☕ I AM NOT on my dash often nowadays. The best way to reach out for interaction is through IMs for ooc or SEND A MEME. All memes are free game aside from romantic or nsfw ones.

☕ My blog is OLD AS FUUUCK!!! My notifications are broken af unless I directly go onto my activity page. If you write me a starter or reply and I don't LIKE the post within a few days, assume I have NOT SEEN it and feel free to poke me about it.

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[eladead]

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: when the footsteps draw nearer the bedroom, Lestat somewhat sits up. A moment ago, he was convinced that maybe the door will shut and Clark will make up an excuse to leave. He always has meetings, some endeavors. It does not matter as long as the manager of the Vampire Lestat can solve a bunch of fires. It's a hobby, it's a job. Enters Clark, entirely undressed before joining Lestat in his bed, as promised. The vampire watches his lover draw nearer. The heat of his body pools over the rockstar like relieving balm. He breathes in the scent that wafts over. The scent of home.

He blinks when Clark inquires about his expression. Is it obvious that he is surprised that the cambion is here? What an odd mood to be in. Lestat looks over Clark's shoulder, shrugging as he leans in closer to press his lips atop of the warm curve. The cambion's skin is soft like a row of pillows behind them. The vampire draws nearer, eager to wrap his arms around the man even before they are ready to lay down for the shared endeavor. "I just thought," Lestat mutters, looking up. "Sometimes, I think you will leave." His confession is quiet as he searches Clark's eyes. "I wonder if I have to perform better. Love you a little bit harder, look more attractive. Maybe, if I am…funnier. Or if I have to get better at sex, or give you a raise. I just have this," he pauses, looking down at his hands.

"Compulsion to give you more reasons to stay. So when I don't change anything it's just…It just feels like I am losing you." Lestat bites his lower lip, digging his teeth as much as he can in order to avoid the sting of shame. He doesn't mean to get like this before a nap. But his mind has been fuzzy and he has been clinging to Clark a lot more as of late.

[kxllerblond]

This was a delicate situation and it was increasingly clear that there was more to navigate here than a mere nap. Clark remained silent and then nodded once and eased back onto the pillows, tugged at Lestat afterwards to pull him down as well as if they were to be co-conspirators in some secret conversation.

❝ I can't undo whatever marks people have left on you, Lestat. I know that it's not that simple, trust me. But I-— ❞ He exhaled a sigh and twisted there on the bed until he was fulling facing the vampire.

❝ I wouldn't leave you like that. Suddenly. And I've told you, alright? Even if we grow distant in the way of lovers or partners, I wouldn't abandon you. I'm afraid you're quite stuck with me unless you choose to turn and dip. ❞

He shifted more onto his back now and invited Lestat closer. ❝ I don't... like when people perform for me. My life, my biological existence, is just that. It's performing. It's so tiring, Lestat. I want real, I want genuine. I want the good and the bad as long as it's real. ❞

More shifting to get the both of them comfortable. He allowed an arm to wrap around the vampire's back and left the other free to either rest above his own head when idle or to roam Lestat when not. He tucked a bit of hair away behind an ear. Clark's near flat tone remained but it was softer, lower.

❝ You don't need to perform for me and I'm... well, I'm sorry you've been made to feel that way by others. And by the by? You are already rocking above average scores in all of those departments anyway. ❞

He dropped his hand to smooth along a cool cheek, let his thumb rest there to stroke idly. ❝ I know the whole point of any turned creature is a loss of self or humanity or whatever-— but you're so, so very human to me, Lestat, and you have no idea how much that draws me in. ❞

[conceptofjoy]

big fan of characters who have it all under control when theyre put in situations but no idea how to be like a regular guy doing regular stuff when all is said and done.

[tooth--ache]

That was a fair ask, and if Howard were to be honest with himself, a much preferred alternative than being on his own as he picked up after the pieces. Vic had discouraged Clark's active involvement where it was possible for Howard to expose himself safely to his triggers, though heavily encouraged Clark's presence during, if only to keep Howard safe.

When he lifted his face, his eyes were glassy, and Howard nodded slowly -- careful not to encourage the dam to break yet again.

"That'd be nice. Thank you," he muttered quietly. "If I have the energy to, we definitely should have a walk. But-- if not, can we..." a rough, loud swallow allowed a break between his sentence, "...just, lie down in your room?"

There was intent in the suggestion, though it was heavily laden with uncertainty that it might be a horrible idea.

(It IS a horrible idea, he argued internally, in fact it is the most inappropriate thought process he had ever had in a while yet. WHY did his mind even go there in the first place? Was he so used to the chain of sex and torture, that it had now become natural for his body to demand one after another, to seek comfort in both of its miseries? Could he then say he never wanted any of it, if when he was given the opportunity to choose, he willingly chose the same outcome for himself? Is it the same at all with Clark whom he loves with all of his heart; or does it show Howard's hypocrisy instead?)

"I just-- I... Want to be close to you. Today. If that's okay. I just... Need a hug, lots of it.."

[kxllerblond]

Clark wrapped his arms around his spouse and pulled him close again, tucked him away back into the crook of his shoulder as if he could shield him from the world there.

❝ We can do that. ❞ If he picked up on the subtle intent, he made no show of it. There was nothing wrong with that sort of intimacy after something traumatic, not inherently. It would all just rest on whether or not the vampire was in a good enough headspace for Clark to feel comfortable pursuing that intimacy alongside him.

❝ We can spend all day in bed if that's what you want. ❞ And before Howard could make any sort of objections he added, ❝ I'm not pleased with the circumstances, sure. But I do genuinely like the idea of hiding away and just being in your company the whole day. And I'm sure you'd do the same for me. Probably will do the same for me eventually. ❞

The nightmares had all but vanished. But he knew they were there still, lurking. Howard's presence helped an incredible amount, but he knew the real reason they hadn't plagued him was because he was busy. Overly busy. Too busy to even relive his fucking Hell trauma, funny enough. Not just business busy but busy with a flock of disgusting creatures he needed eradicated-— the coven.

❝ Whatever my sweet boy needs, he'll get. Easy-peasy. ❞

[kxllerblond]

pursuing a Healing Era for Clark just so I can pull (This) trope in threads LMAO

[kxllerblond]

"That case made you. You want to tear it all down?"

Clark was distracted. No, he was busy. As always. He was shuffling papers and putting them away into folders and then filing those files into drawers or simply directly into a shredder. It was hard to ever get him to sit still unless there was genuine distress he needed to attend to, wounds to salve, etc.

Finally though, he let a stack of papers settle back onto his desk and he sighed. He braced his hands onto the surface and hung his head for a beat. Not as though dealing with Howard was annoying or draining, but because he knew trying to explain whatever reasoning he had swirling around in that head of his was going to be a headache. It always was.

❝ Howard, that case made Cyde Sterling. Foster child turned adopted single son turned nepo baby turned business tycoon heir. ❞ He laid it all out and looked at Howard expectantly. ❝ A character, my love. That I built from bottom to top. A part in a play. One I'm done with. Prematurely, sure. But it happens. Maybe not since we've been together, but it has happened. I just get... bored. I scrap projects. ❞

Projects in this case being an entire identity, an entire life. A person. ❝ None of this matters to me, you know that right? You matter to me. We matter. But everything else? I've told you-— hobbies. Distractions. And sometimes I get bored or I don't see a distraction worth bothering to see through to its usual end of lifespan. I don't get attached to any of this. ❞

[gaycapeman]

[kxllerblond]

pov: adhd king trying to survive a big business conversation with a constant musical backtrack loop

[eladead]

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: and first, Lestat is reluctant to leave Clark's side, as if this is a trap to draw distance and separate them. The vampire searches the cambion's face for a moment, seeking any shadow of a doubt on a surface of a perfect reflection. He trusts Clark fully, he knows that his manager and lover understands both of his roles, and yet, deep inside, he still thinks Clark will leave in the most painful way.

Lestat knows most people in his life would like to hurt him, because a suffering immortal is a delightful metaphor. "Okay." He sulks and nods his head, departing from Clark's side to access a grand bedroom located on the other side of the penthouse.

He takes off his shirt, tossing it haphazardly someplace. It barely makes it on the chair that hoards other costume pieces. The bedding is soft when it welcomes the vampire. He peels away the blanket, fluffs up the many pillows littering the base of the headboard. He gets rid of the decorative ones and ensures the sheets are pressed neatly. Then, sitting up with the blanket draped over his lap, he stares at the door. Waiting.

[kxllerblond]

Clark watched Lestat leave-— reluctantly so. The searching look had been met with...? Not a wall in the sense it was something meant to keep the vampire out or to protect something inward, but a wall in the sense that he was sturdy and steadfast. There was no doubt to be had, no brewing cruelty for Lestat to find in that impassive and walled expression.

By the time the blond had settled in the bed, Clark was entering as well. On one arm was draped his outfit and the other hand held his tie and smaller accessories like his rings and cufflinks. The latter was left delicately on the nearest flat surface and he then went about folding each article of clothing until that too was rested next to the small pile.

He was left comfortably in simply his boxer briefs. Realistically, he surely had left behind some sort of lounge clothing there at the penthouse, but he hadn't felt inclined to take the time to look.

❝ What an expression you're making. ❞ He hummed gently and trailed around the other side to slip into the bed until the blankets was also resting there in his lap. ❝ You're posed as if you were waiting for me to come back from a war I'd never come back from. ❞

[kxllerblond]

Obligatory lazy Pride icon change

[eladead]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOU ARE GOING TO LOVE MY SHOW

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBELOATHED BY FAUST!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCARRD || RULES || VERSES

[eladead]

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: the embrace pops a couple more knots in the vampire's taut body. Like a string puppet, he surrenders to the safe hold and nuzzles deeper into a layer of skin he would rather crawl inside of to hide from the world. He shakes his head while snaking his arms around Clark's waist. He squeezes at the cambion's sides, seeking him out like oxygen for a mortal man. The vampire's embrace could be lethal if Clark didn't carry a power in him that would bypass any violence from the vampire. Not that the rockstar wishes for violence or has any ill intent in his tight embrace. He is seeking reasurrence. Comfort of another's warm body that injects that feeling inside the cold-hearted beast. Lestat shudders from the rumbling ripple of Clark's voice. He hums something incoherent back and goes quiet for a while, only standing there in favor of being present in another's company. Finally, after a stretched pause, the vampire raises his head and places a kiss against Clark's jawline.

"I don't want you to deal with anything. I just want you here." The singer nearly begs. His eyes are devoid of inspiration. He loses his energy with each word he speaks. "I am so tired," he confesses thereafter, seeking solace in Clark's neck again. "I want you here. With me." He sounds disjointed, a bit airheaded, despite the frightening laser focus he carries onto the stage with him every night. The vampire sways their bodies back and forth as if rocking himself into a state of pure bliss. His breath shudders, and he mutters against Clark's throat, where the gentle vein pumps softly against the singer's lips.

"Will you sleep with me? A quick one. An hour." Lestat presses his cheek to Clark's collarbone and exhales the last layer of weight in his chest.

[kxllerblond]

There was something to be said about how willing Clark was to move mountains for a lover. Their comfort, their joy-— he felt almost possessed to prioritize it.

It was easy to be gentle with Lestat and Clark wondered how so many struggled with the concept. The man wasn't an overly difficult puzzle to solve, you just had to pay a bit of attention.

❝ I could nap, yeah. I'd like to dress down a little though first, if that's fine. ❞ Moving mountains also meant sleeping in his going out clothes if need be, but he'd prefer not to. He delivered a comforting kiss to Lestat's forehead as they straightened and he gave a quick nod towards the bedroom.

❝ Go get the bed ready? ❞

[kxllerblond]

I like to think privately that Clark's vice grip on Louisiana and extreme want to keep it off the radar for hunters is why the Winchesters only hit it like... once I think? On camera? (I think it got like 3 or so total mentions but LMAO. for a hot spot on activity, they barely touched it).

[underwelmed]

sarah bahbah

[duran-duran-esq]

⚖️You’ve Reached Durán Law: @kxllerblond liked this post for a starter.

"Hold on-- You hear that?" She wonders out loud, mostly to herself, heels clicking across the floor in search of the source of that tinny, tiny, whiney, rrreeeaaooooowww, rrreeeaaooooowww, rrreeeaaooooowww.  Whatever Clark is trying to tell her can wait for now because like an icepick to the brain, whatever is making that sound has been driving her absolutely crazy for the last ten minutes. She can’t focus like this. She moves a box. A chair. Another box and only then does she find the culprit. Dolores blinks in bewilderment at the familiar die-cast car now in her hands. “Is... is this yours?” It’s definitely not hers.

[kxllerblond]

He was usually quite observant and aware of his surroundings but it was rather easy for that awareness to fall to the wayside when he got started on a topic he cared about. It was rare for Clark to be so genuinely passionate, but it could still happen.

It involved coffee, of course, but specifically coffee litigation. It was, perhaps, his way of trying to find middle ground and actually include a second party rather than just ramble himself.

❝ And so these three or so small coffee farms in Hawaii filed a lawsuit against over two dozen mainland distributors who were just slapping regional labels on coffees that weren't even grown in those regions the farms operated in and they won and-— ❞

Dolores began to move things. A box, a chair, another box. And then she came away with...? A toy car?

❝ Why on Earth would that be mine, Dolores? ❞ Oooh, first name basis AND an excited coffee ramble.

[kxllerblond]

The accommodations weren't horrid, he supposed. And technically speaking? Was he really limited by distance if he wanted to sleep in his own bed? He'd need to be mindful of the time differences but that wouldn't be hard.

Clark set his own luggage to the side near his bed. He had packed light, namely due to the same ability that could enable him to find his way into his own bed across the world. You needn't pack heavy when it was just a blink and step away from being able to grab it.

He'd done well at shielding Onofrio from his more obvious aspects of inhumanness. It wasn't a secret he was strange and off, but he wasn't about to stress the poor thing out further by showing off in front of him.

❝ Enjoying this? Am I not meant to? ❞ He was unsure if Frio was being genuine or not. Was Clark enjoying this? No. But he didn't dislike it either. As with most things, he was pretty split down the middle.

❝ I will say I'm excited to be able to sit and not have to do all the talking for once. I'm usually doing your job if you'd believe it. ❞ This little run as an accountant was going well. He was learning things, he was able to relax a little without being outside of the action. It had been surprisingly pleasant.

[kxllerblond]

i lean in real close to the mic

my problematic Clark Pride fact is that he will not romance cishet women. he is purely and fully a q4q sorta guy