We keep on burying our dead.

35 y/o enby nerd ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ Theatre geek TTRPG enthusiast Reality TV fantic Cinephile & Foodie ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

[accidentallymagic]

"Sorry again about the bed frame." Lyrion said as he buttoned his shirt, looking all-too-pleased with himself. "Tried to tell you I can be a little rough. You'll get it fixed before next time, yeah?"

[lacr1mxsa]

Blue was a little taken aback by how quickly Lyrion seemed to move, already getting dressed when they'd barely just finished. The changeling sat up, deciding to challenge his fae lover, "So, what? You think I can't just up and fix it now...? Why're you in such a rush all of the sudden?" He slid out of bed and moved to grab a silken dressing robe, covering himself a bit as he moved to touch a few sigils he'd etched into the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Whispering something almost indiscernible as a mantra to himself, the wooden frame began to reconstruct itself before their eyes. He turned towards Lyrion, pouting slightly, "That was the whole point in me designing this bed frame - was to fix it after you inevitably mucked it up. You don't... have to go... I don't want you to.."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Open: any (50+ to match his timeline, the older the better given when he was born lol) Connection: someone who knew the human Felipe back in the 80's or before - could be a childhood friend of his, someone who knew him and his wife, someone who he used to work with - happy to plot it out if you'd like (check out his bio below for info on his story)! Muse: Felipe Ramos. Appears 40-45. Demon. (BIO)

Dark eyes scanned over the stranger, lips curling up into a smirk as he took in the shock that was painfully evident in their gaze. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt the panic of the human locked deep within, realising that this was someone he knew. Oh, how perfect.

"Something makes me think you're seeing a ghost." he began, chuckling as he took a swig of his drink, placing the glass down onto the table. "And... I'm fairly certain that you are."

[lacr1mxsa]

It was less that Sasha was scared of the man himself and more that he was terrified of the implications of seeing an alleged dead man in the flesh. Of course, whatever being this was, he couldn't risk tipping them off that he was actively trying to study their impression for any tells to their nature. He reached under the table, into the pocket of his coat to clutch a strand of rosary beads. Mentally, he would count them as he tried to strengthen his intention, wanting to protect himself from any dark or lecherous activity, "A ghost? Surely not you, Felipe.. You're looking in quite good shape, if I do say so myself..." Sash pulled the rosary slowly out of his pocket and laid it on the table next to his drink, wanting to gauge the reaction from the other now that he'd managed to charge it with his own intentions, "Although... maybe a touch tired? Have you not been sleeping well lately?" He chuckled as his free hand moved to his scotch rocks, raising it in a toast, "To reuniting with old friends, hey?" He made eye contact with the other man, smiling cautiously and nodding, "Say, you haven't heard from my sister recently, have you? She always used to go on and on about you..."

[wolfofwonder]

your muse goes down on my muse to wake them up (you know which two)

MEMES // ANSWERED

Shane knew full well that if his older brother knew what he was doing with his best friend, he’d kill one or both of them. Probably one more than the other, but that didn’t seem to stop him. Not as he snuck under the covers and started stroking Malone, sucking him before he started slowly bobbing his head. He kept his gagging sounds down as much as he could, even as he took the man down his throat, before he popped off and his strokes sped up. He sucked one of his balls into his mouth, tongue swirling around hungrily. @lacr1mxsa

[lacr1mxsa]

Malone should've anticipated something like this, knowing Shane's reputation among his bro's buddies. It didn't help that he leaned into the flirtations a bit out of a mixture of curiosity and boredom. After all, the big snow storm had hit and they'd had to close off the slopes for the time being. If he was ever going to dabble with men, it was going to be in a situation like this - something where he could just forget about the outside world and indulge in something different. He writhed sleepily against the mattress as he felt his cock being tugged on and then suckled so lovingly. Shit, Shane didn't even gag that much... He reached down beneath the blankets and curled his fingers into the guy's hair, tugging slightly to encourage him to chase after the only ball, "Fuckin' hell... the boys weren't kidding when they said you turned 'em all out, huh?" He wasn't judging - back in his prime, he definitely wracked up a body count. He moved to sit up a bit, shifting the blanket aside to get a better view of Shane, "But we both know I'm your favorite, yeah?" He joked, although he did always suspect that the kid had a soft spot for him. Malone had been around since Shane was really little and he'd always taken up for him with idiots that wanted to give him hell for being queer. Hell, he had a small scar under his left eye from a bar fight he'd gotten into for the younger man a while back. He chuckled and rolled his hips, fucking into Shane's fist, "Can you put those lips back on my shaft, though...? I was really vibin' with the way you were bobbin' on it..."

[lithiumwolff]

Rodrick stopped in his tracks when Alon stepped in between him and the door. Not looking at him until he felt his hand squeeze his shoulder. He didn't know it was a fresh break up, or all the information, not exactly. Feelings weren't supposed to happen. Trying so hard not to take this to heart. "I know." Wanting to say it was on him and he was fucking whatever this was between them. Looking up and down, then back to Alon's eyes.

"It was slightly amusing." He murmured his words softly. To make him look good, he hadn't expected that. Attractive? Is that what he said? Pressing his hands to Alon's waist, he kissed him, not like a peck kiss but a real deep kiss and then slowly pulling away.

[lacr1mxsa]

Lonnie could see Rodrick softening a bit at his words and he knew he was getting through to him. As he felt the other kiss him deeply and almost possessively, he couldn't help but get a bit aroused. Alon was used to Rodrick being shy around their friends or at parties, but here he was... kissing him in the hall closet of their friend's impromptu rave. The music was still thumping on the other side of the door, mingling with the pounding of his heart in his chest. His hands slid down Rodrick's sides, gripping his hips as he felt their lips parting with a slight whimper, "You're not just some game, y'know... your feelings are fuckin' valid, Rod... but I thought you didn't want anything so serious?" He pressed his forehead to the other male's, laughing brightly, "Makes it harder to behave myself when I don't know the rules and expectations.. or if they've changed..." Alon had felt that nagging sensation in the back of his mind for a while now, like Rodrick had been seeming extra tense lately... it made much more sense now. He turned then around so that he could pin his friend back against the door, humming softly, "Promise me that we're going to work on our communication skills after this...?" He blushed slightly, his hands sliding under Rod's t-shirt and over his stomach teasingly, "I can't have my future boyfriend breaking down in the middle of a party, yeah? That wouldn't be very cute or fun or even fresh.." He leaned in to capture Rodrick's mouth in a hungrier kiss, easing his tongue into the boy's mouth expertly - as he'd done a hundred times over by now.

[reigningtides]

Needless to say 'unexpected' was an understatement to his interaction with DJ. Color filled Morgan's cheeks and ears, the latter being a flush shade of pink as he heard DJ mention Astral Projecting. The smile upon DJ's face had Morgan's heart racing in his chest and his eyes got big for a moment as he leaned closer towards the other. "Don't say that so loud." He whispered, his hand touching DJ's, folding the other man's fingers inward towards his palm folding the crystal in his hand until DJ put it away. With so much knowledge about magic and Witch Hunters being anyone nowadays, it was hard to know who to trust or not. Morgan briefly used his Empathy to sense DJ's intentions and he seemed to have the purest intent that he'd sensed in awhile. He let the other pull him towards him to the counter, Morgan's fingers briefly entwining with his, squeezing, the gesture much more intimate than he was ready for even if he was trying to tease him in return. "Judgment taken...but only because I'll have the same thing." He sheepishly grinned before letting go of DJ's hand. "I'll have a chocolate croissant actually." He easily revealed his similar sweet tooth before reaching for a bill from his wallet and paying before the EMT could. He stepped over to the waiting area with DJ and turned his back towards the baristas as he gazed into the other's deep eyes. "I don't think I've ever met someone as forward...yet so smooth at the same time. You sure are a *charmer* aren't you?" He smiled while slightly biting his lower lip and extending his hand to shake the others. "I'm Morgan." He wished his Forecast ability could kick in right about now so he'd have an excuse to skip work. It had been years since he'd felt this transfixed by someone.

[lacr1mxsa]

Darryl was a bit surprised that the other thought his zombie-walking and half-lidded, sleepy eyes were charming, but he was hardly going to complain. DJ followed Morgan without a question, sensing an aura between them that felt genuine and authentic. He could tell that this guy was definitely a different kind of practitioner, but he wasn't sure how to dial into his source channel. He turned Morgan's palm upward in his hand, gently tracing the lines and hoping to catch a spark of something off of his life line. His eyes flashed briefly before he leaned in, chuckling quietly between them, "Why are you thinking about asking me to come back to your place after breakfast? And you thought I was forward?" He was hardly going to turn down a chance at some more intriguing company, especially when he finally had a weekend off. Surely, at the very least, Morgan might have some interesting spellwork that he could pass along to the other hedgewitches in the area. He hummed softly, bringing a hand up to trace his fingers along Morgan's jawline as he continued to study his features up close, shaking his head, "I should warn you, though... I know I probably seem like a 'nice guy' or whatever... but I'm kind of a chaotic neutral mess." DJ fixed the collar of Morgan's jacket, before letting his hands slip underneath to rest on his waist, "If that doesn't bother you.. or you think I'm manageable, like.. it's cool, you do you. But I'm a whole mishmash of things you likely don't wanna get tangled up in..." He blushed now, as well, feeling that pull towards the blonde. Fuck, something had derailed cosmically to bring him to a witch that wasn't Chris or Wyatt. Surely the Elders didn't want him tampering with this guy's source.

[bodylcnguage]

muse: liam han, he/him, 24-25, emt.

open to: everyone, m/nb if romantic!

"WERE YOU EVER going to tell me?" liam finally lifted his gaze, exhaling quietly through his nose.

[lacr1mxsa]

Greer was a bit put-off by the implication and intonation of Liam's question, furrowing his brow as he spoke, "What, like.. Tell you that I'm going home for the holidays?" He glanced down at his smart watch and scrolled through his messages for a second, shaking his head, "Oh, wait... you're mad that I said that he was gonna be over at my parents' place?" He laughed softly, clearly not as concerned as Liam, a hand sliding up Liam's thigh under the dining room table, "Well, I did tell you that the reason he and I dated was because our folks are friends, no? But... it's not like that. We broke up amicably and he knows I'm with someone else.." Greer leaned forward, giving Liam a butterfly kiss by brushing their noses together, "You're also still invited to come along, if you want... but you'd said you didn't want to feel like a burden."

[reigningtides]

Must Be Fate

@lacr1mxsa

Morgan Mercer should have been used to a constant state of being tired, an erratic sleep schedule, and guzzling coffee like his life depended on it but even after the Witch Trials began, he couldn't get out of survival mode to actually relax. As the Hydrokinetic Witchlock got used to living between the magic and non-magical world, now there was this reality where thanks to politicians and the discovery of magic, he had to or rather desired to disappear. He hadn't been blessed with siblings or a lineage of family that he could turn to. Yet he hoped someday in all this darkness that he maybe could find a coven, a family that he could protect and one that would protect him. By 'day' Morgan was a therapist and part-time photographer. He waited somewhat impatiently in line at the coffee shop his daring blue eyes gazing up at the clock behind his glasses and one of his legs appeared restless as he stood. He overslept *again* and didn't want to be late for his first client. He'd had too many recent incidents of cancelling his appointments thanks to demons and his precog ability. His chest felt a sigh of relief come on as it was finally his turn when someone cut him in line. Morgan's eyes went wide at first and he clenched his fists at his side before lightly tapping the other on the shoulders. "Hey...you saw me waiting here, right?"

[lacr1mxsa]

The tap, while light, had jolted DJ back to reality for a moment. The color returned to his face and he took a sharp, deep inhale as he kind of teetered on the balls of his feet for a moment. The EMT looked over to Morgan and laughed awkwardly, mimicking his actions by lightly tapping the witchlock on the shoulder, "I'm gonna be honest, man... I worked a long shift last night and I thought I was, like... astral projecting for a minute. I didn't even realize I had cut you off, my guy." It was true, although Darryl was still trying to piece together exactly what had happened. He felt like he'd been flying through a vision... and then he realized. He glanced down to see the small scrying glass clutched in the palm of his hand, nodding slightly. His dad had said it had belonged to his Auntie Prue, but he couldn't really remember her - just the stories he was always told. He shivered slightly and tried to conjure up a convincing, charming smile, "You want me to treat you? I don't mind..." He hooked his thumb towards the EMT patch on his shoulder, as if to silently give context to the blonde what he was talking about. DJ went ahead and ordered a large white & dark chocolate mocha with an extra shot and oat milk, before he glanced over to Morgan, "Go on, whatever you're into... Obviously so judgment on my end, considering I'm getting the sweetest shit possible..." He reached out to take Morgan's hand and tug him closer to the register, carefully slipping the scrying glass into his jacket pocket slyly, "And give us a couple breakfast sandwiches? Whatever's good... like bacon, egg, and cheese?"

[lithiumwolff]

A half laugh came out of him when Tru mocked his mother. She was a bitch for leaving. Here Truman was making valid points. The boots, moving in and the way he just spoke about their relationship. It did put him a bit more at ease. It was his dad’s idea in the first place to go to bars with the older man and move in with him. Every time he would brush through his hair or even pet him, it always put him more at ease. Ryker never spent time at his place since getting close with Truman. “Okay. Maybe he already knows.” Shrugging his shoulders, stating the obvious of their living situation. Letting himself lean into the kiss to his forehead. “Maybe we should tell him, before Christmas.” Looking at him he sighed but more of letting out a breath. It wasn’t a shocker for his dad that Ryker liked men more than women. Truman may know more of his father than he did trusting that everything will be okay in the end. He was his best friend after all. “Love you.” He nearly muttered with a smirk. “You always know what to say.”

[lacr1mxsa]

In Truman's mind, the man would have to be blind not to see the little touches that they share between them or the way they look at one another. Tru finds himself snickering every time they leave from visiting his buddy with the way Ryker thinks he's being discrete. He wouldn't have even cared so much about all of the pomp and circumstance of it all if it weren't for the fact that he'd overheard Ry's friends asking him about marriage. Y'know, the old song and dance - does he want it? Does he see himself with Truman for the long haul? He understood that it took a lot for Ryker to admit that it was something he'd been considering for a while, because that was something they'd shied away from talking about a lot. Ry didn't want to be a replacement husband - he wants it to feel like their own thing, separate. Truman had felt he'd put in the work to ensure that Ryker could see how their partnership was entirely unique to them, often sprinkling little stories and memories of him and his late husband for the other to see the differences. There was no comparison - comparison is the thief of joey, after all. His former husband was his first love, but he didn't have to be his last. He wouldn't have wanted that for Tru, and as much as he wanted to say he didn't want it for himself... that was something Ry had proven wrong. He was so used to the younger man's company now that he'd feel odd without him around. He pulled his lover flush against him as he leaned back against the Bronco. Tru's hands slid into the back pockets of Ryker's jeans, giving his butt a slight lift until he felt their mouths melding seamlessly against one another. He eventually pulled back, immediately connecting his gaze to Ryker's, "It'd be nice to be able to propose by Christmas, wouldn't it...? And I'd feel bad saying that out loud if I wasn't either horrible at hiding gifts or you weren't so terribly nosy..." They'd had little tiffs about the ring - Ry asking why he hadn't just popped the question yet, or getting into fits thinking he didn't really want to propose. He did. Honest to God, it was all he wanted... but he couldn't do it until Mr. Bennett was on board.

[lithiumwolff]

Muse: Rodrick Kingsley (Devon Bostick fc)

mechanic. 25-33yrs. bisexual. he/him.

"I knew it. You were just using me to get back at your ex. I don't believe this."

[lacr1mxsa]

Alon was taken aback with the tone and implication of the other, pursing his lips together tightly and letting his gaze lower as Rodrick broke eye contact with him. He should feel bad, but he also knew that they had both agreed not to catch feelings or get too involved. He shoved forward and put himself between Rodrick and the door, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder gently, "I mean.. you've got to cut me some slack. I might not have divulged that information fully, but it wasn't like you didn't know I was fresh out of a break-up, right..?" He would gladly take accountability for withholding his more subtle and nuanced intentions from his friend, but Lonnie wanted to be clear that it wasn't meant to be hidden. He laughed bitterly and rolled his eyes, "I'm trying so hard to not throw this back on you, because I don't want to deflect... I get why you're fucked up about this, but wasn't the whole point of our situation to just have fun and not take shit too seriously?" He felt his face flushing and he wasn't sure if it was out of anger or embarrassment, but Alon knew his cheeks were hot.

He shook his head and leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest, "If you think I wouldn't find it amusing to make him jealous that I'm with someone that pays attention to me and gives a shit about me, you're just mistaken... I wanted to see that reaction out there, because I want it to sink in what he's missing out on. Is that selfish? Sure... but it was only meant to make you look good - desirable, compassionate, attractive..."

[lithiumwolff]

It was mostly jokes with Ryker but when he brought up his dad it felt like his heart sank into his stomach. His dad was the only family he was close with considering his mom took off when he was barely three years old. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He confessed, voice nearly cracking. Ryker never meant to get this close to his dad’s friend, but it happened and felt so natural. Being pulled, he didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arms around him. Truman made him soft, letting him be human and express himself. “I don’t want him to disown me like my mom did.” They’ve been keeping their relationship a secret for three years. The longer it got the more terrifying Ryker got. This made him more nervous and hesitant to be around his own father. Not that his father ever hit him or abused him in any way. Maybe verbally a few times out of anger but nothing observed or to give him any sort of PTSD.

[lacr1mxsa]

He could feel the tension in Ryker's shoulders as he rubbed his hands up and down his back, sighing heavily, "Well, your mom was a fuckin' bitch - pardon my French - and if I can continue to be candid with you... I doubt your Dad would've bought you those cowboy boots if he didn't anticipate me takin' you out to the bars." He chuckled as he nodded to the shoe box that Ry had just loaded into his Bronco. Truman brushed some of the hair away from Ry's face, leaning in to press a kiss against his temple, "Or did you forget that he also suggested that you end the lease on your place and stay with me last year? Since you weren't staying there anyway?" Tru knew that it wasn't nearly as big of an ordeal as it might seem to other people - to anyone that wasn't them - but he also knew Ryker's dad very well. It would be strange, at first, but they'd get used to it. In all reality, things wouldn't change much from what they already were - the 3 of them spending their holidays together and checking in on each other. It was just hard for Tru to envision proposing to the kid when he was still living in this irrational fear that he couldn't have his father at their wedding.

[lithiumwolff]

open to: m 30+ (tops or switch preferred) @indiestarter

Muse: Ryker Bennett. 33 yrs. Bisexual (prefers men). Bratty.

Plot: ??? DM me or we can wing it :))

“Calling me adorable makes me smile too much and that ruins the image.”

[lacr1mxsa]

Truman watched as the younger male seemed to recoil a bit and shuffle away, hesitating for a moment to react. He just observed, waiting to see if his partner was joking or being serious - it was sometimes quite difficult to tell, to be frank. He chuckled softly and shrugged a shoulder, "Well, apologies, but if you're going to keep actin' like we're not knockin' boots around your old man, it's gonna get brought up... I think it's cute the way you truly think our relationship is secret to anyone." They'd been together for almost 3 years now and, prior to that, Tru had been close friends with Ry's father. Mr. Bennett had known that Tru had lost his husband and he'd also encouraged his friend to get closer to his son. Surely he figured as more of a role model than as a romantic companion, but Truman wasn't going to stop fate for running its course. He reached out to grab Ryker's elbow, pulling him in to embrace him tightly, "You can be tough and bad and reckless around whoever you want... but we both know you're softer with me. And that's okay. You're human - that means you get to be complex and confusing and weird all you want."

[wolfofwonder]

open to: m/nb 45+ (trans and older muses welcome)

muse: javier trejo, 23-27, courier and / or record shop clerk

plot: y/m is the best friend of javier’s parent, and was per tradition, javier’s family has rented out a lodge for all their friends and family to spend the holidays together for a couple of weeks. only this year, something’s vastly different - y/m has set their sights on javier, and plan on making this trip an unforgettable one (and every day after too). let’s roll with it!

javier groaned as the hot water of the shower rolled down and over his body, relaxing his muscles. every glass and mirrored surface fogged up quickly, the cold bathroom steaming up to the point that javi didn’t realize someone walked into the bathroom. he definitely didn’t hear them strip down, or open the shower door … it was only when he turned around that he opened his eyes to see the other standing in the shower. “holy fuc-!” he let out in surprise, hands quickly moving down to cover his c*ck, smirking bashfully at them. “uhm hi? can i help you?”

[lacr1mxsa]

Teddie chuckled at the way that Javi seemed to clam up after all of that nonverbal flirtation they'd been doing the entire night. A little footsie under the table, or their knees bumping each other while they watched a movie with his family. Hell, Javier had all but climbed on top of him as they snuggled up for the last part of the film. He confidently reached out to ease the boy's hand aside, leaving them both exposed as he slipped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, "What're you actin' so shy for now, Mr. Trejo? Thought this was what you were manifesting all night..." He leaned in to kiss him sweetly, his hands moving to grip the boy's pert cheeks, "If you want me to go, though... I can go. But everyone's down for bed now and I heard your showering running, so... thought that was my signal to slide over here."

[sclfish]

OPEN TO: anyone (m/nb if romantic)

"we're closed." the words are seemingly mumbled to the cake currently in front of wilder - rather than the person entering the bakery - his attention solely focused on the movement of his hands as he pipes frosting along the side, and not the woosh of the door as it opens, or the little ding from the bell, alerting him of their presence. "didn't get a chance to flip the sign yet, sorry. come back tomorrow."

[lacr1mxsa]

Jepson froze as he heard the other man's first words, looking a bit like a deer in headlights as he paused in the doorway, "Oh... Well, I... I didn't mean to cut it so close, it's just... Ah, shit. Forget it, you probably don't care about my stupid problems..." He waved a hand dismissively and turning to leave, before he stepped on his own loose shoelace and fell backwards into the bakery. Jep managed to catch himself just before he collided with Wilder's cake, breath hitching in his throat as he noticed the near-miss, "S-sorry.. I was just trying to find a fuckin' pie to take to my mom's for the Holidays... She's been up my ass about it and I haven't had the time to bake..."

[lacr1mxsa]

[lacr1mxsa]

I don't need a thing I sent a letter to you On how to make my dreams come true, yeah, yeah

What I want for Christmas Hasn't come and I've been so blue Tell me, what can I do? Oh yeah

Keep the mistletoe Unless below is what I need Santa, can't you hear me?

[lacr1mxsa]

I've been down this road before, fell in love on Christmas night But on New Year's Day, I woke up and he wasn't by my side Now I need someone to hold, be my fire in the cold But it's hard to tell if this is just a fling or if it's

True love that he thinks of So next Christmas I'm not all alone, boy

Santa, tell me if you're really there Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year Santa, tell me if he really cares 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year

[lacr1mxsa]