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@lostliketearsinrain
#lostliketearsinrain is an independent, slow & selective, role play sideblog for canon characters treated as original characters and original characters in apocalyptic, horror, supernatural & other genre verses. contains dark content and mature themes. is multiverse, multiship, canon, oc & crossover friendly. is strictly 21+. is penned by am (millennial. CET)
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new muses
Ruben Benson: human, 30s, messy and violent. an OC inspired by the character Benson from the movie The Passenger (2023) and by the character Ruben Pallister from the series Half Man (2026). a study in toxic masculinity, obsession and that moment when love becomes fury. face claim: Kyle Gallner
Henry Harper: human with the ability to visit and manipulate dreams, 20s, cunning and secretive. a canon-removed interpretation of the character with the same name from the book trilogy Silber (2013-2015) and elements of the movie Inception (2010). a study in creativity, the subconscious and just surviving. face claim: Nick Robinson
The extended group of friends of his had rented a beach house for the weekend. Split the price between everyone to get a nice one close to the open water. Everyone was pumped to absorb the sun and breath the ocean air. So after breakfast almost everyone had rushed out with their bathing stuff.
Evan had told Nat he would follow a little later. Wanted to get something from their shared room first, therefore she could go ahead. Only when he headed upstairs he nearly collided with Ruben. A very sparsely dressed Ruben and eyes briefly trailed along the other's bare chest before the blond chuckled in slight embarrassment. "Sorry, I thought everyone had headed to the beach."
It's not like he really had to feel embarrassed, after all they belonged to the same circle of friends. However, it's not like they had spoken much before. Let alone it had ever been just the two of them. "Where you on the way to the bathroom? It's all yours, I just need to grab something from my room."
Ruben stopped when he heard the footsteps on the stairs, someone was heading upstairs with quick but light steps. Someone small and slim who nearly ran into him when coming around the corner.
Ruben just stood there, unmoving. He didn’t reply, neither to the apology nor to the question. He just watched Evan, watched him look at his body, watched him fidgeting about with hands and words nervously, watched him with eyebrows knitted, with a mixture of curiosity and something like disapproval or even open hospitality.
Ruben watched him like he was some kind of alien creature. Like he was something to study.
It was the first time he had ever been alone with Nat’s little friend. He was aware of the novelty of the situation. He was particularly aware that this situation was doing something to the blond boy in front of him.
Ruben just stood there. If it weren’t for his intense glare at the other, it might seem as if he hadn’t noticed him at all. But when Evan wanted to pass him by his left, his almost naked, large muscular body shifted to that side to block the way. When the blond moved to his right, it was the same game. Only that the stern look on his face didn’t indicate any sign that this was a game, there was nothing playful about his expression.
“Why do you apologize?” Ruben leaned closer with his upper body. “What is there to apologize?”
Still very much shaken up Evan jerked when Ruben bellowed at him to sit down. Quickly he followed the command and couldn't help but rest his face within his hand. He hated this, being yelled at as if he couldn't do anything right.
The blond was still processing, was trying to make sense of what had happened over the past hours. Yet no matter how much he rotated the events within his head he couldn't figure out how it could've escalted like this. If there was even anything he could've done to prevent it.
"It's fine. I don't need a fancy room." He assured in a soft tone, doubting he would get any sleep to begin with. Not after seeing what Ruben was capable of. Without knowing if he might turn on him like this if he so much as breathed wrong.
Fuck, he felt that familiar burning as tears welled up within his eyes, but he did his best to prevent them from spilling over by wiping at his eyes with his fingers.
When Evan finally sat down on the edge of one of the twin beds, Ruben exhaled that damn breath he didn’t know he was holding.
His eyes narrowed at the reply as if it was the strangest thing to say. But part of him was relieved that the boy was still talking after he’d been silent for hours. Though, to be fair, Ruben had explicitly told him not to say a fucking word. He wasn’t surprised that Evan had followed through, not because he had a first-row seat when Ruben had a very violent outburst, but because this was like Evan. Do what he was told. Even when it wasn’t to his own good. Fuck, it made him mad. This behavior, this attitude, this boy! – Then again, it was good that he did what he was told now.
Ruben closed the curtains on the windows and checked the bathroom. A quick look into the mirror told him that he needed to change clothes - and that he looked like shit. He quickly washed his hands, washing off the guy’s blood. But his knuckles remained bloody.
He watched Evan through the bathroom mirror, having left the bathroom door open.
When he got out of the small adjoining room, he took off his jacket, hanging it over the only chair in the room. He took out the gun that he had been carrying in an inside pocket and put it on the nightstand.
“Take the other bed. This one’s mine.” Gripping Evan by the upper arm, he pulled him off the bed that was closer to the door, and pushed him towards the other one.
“Lie down, sit down, watch TV, I don’t fucking care. Just keep quiet and –“ he suddenly leaned close, “don’t even fucking think of running away.” His eyes dark and small.
Then he turned away, continued to speak in an inappropriately lighter tone. “You’ll probably just end up in a ditch out here.”
He took off his shirt and jeans, putting them on the chair before lying down on the bed in his boxers and socks.
not so random starter for @evanave
“Don’t just stand there, looking like a fucking lost puppy dog. Sit down. – SIT!” Ruben bellowed.
He might or might not be aware of the irony in telling Evan not to behave like a dog but then commanding him like he was one.
He might or might not be aware of the consequences of what he was doing. Or what he had done. But he had to do something. Whether beating someone half to death and then taking the only eyewitness with him was the only option, might be debatable. But there was no one to debate with. Just him and the boy he had kidnapped – no, no – rescued. He had rescued Evan. And he’d do it again.
After driving for some hours straight – him driving, Evan shaking in the passenger seat – a motel sign had shown up at the side of the road and he had pulled over in the vary last moment. After telling Evan not to say anything, he got out of the car, dragging the blond boy with him. The front desk clerk didn’t even look up from his phone when Ruben asked for a room for one night. He just took the cash and handed over the key. He didn’t see Ruben’s bloodied hands, nor the stains on Evan’s clothes.
“I know it ain’t no fucking Four Seasons, but we gotta get some rest.”
random starter for @evanave for science reasons
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@eldritchtwined asked: 🗣 - Rowan and Alexei? send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.
“So hot. That face. Those eyes. I mean that look. It’s so intense, right? Like I can feel his fingers on my skin. Like those eyes are tearing off my clothes. But,” she sighs, then pouts, “I’m still untouched. It’s not fair. He’s so hot but like always so serious. It’s frustrating how decent he is.” She pauses, then adds, giggling. “But it’s also kinda hot.”
You're gonna be a good boy, right, Randy?
Half Man | 1x04
send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.
she couldn't help the small blush that creeped up on her features. for much of her life, Irena never let herself enjoy the pretty things in life. her father, curse his name, had made it clear what her lot in life would be unless she rose to her brother's abilities or better. for her, she had to be better than Kole, better than Lev, because otherwise she'd have been relegated to being married off to give her father more children to choose from to fight the god vessels when the time came. she missed it sometimes, being able to wear pretty dresses and things, but, she knew her choices had led her to this. but, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it now.
"you think so?" she asked, taking a glance at her self, "the color is really pretty."
“Indeed, the color is very pretty. It suits you very much.” Her pupils widened as Irena’s cheeks turned pink, the same color as the prettiest rose. Fingertips felt the slight increase in temperature, with the blood running hot under her friend’s skin.
She sighed and let her hand drop.
“Now look at yourself!”
Excitedly, she turned Irena around so that she would face the mirror, with Drusilla standing behind her, looking at the image in the mirror only showing one woman. The vampire had no reflection. But she still remembered how it was to see oneself in that magical glass.
Through the mirror, Drusilla looked into Irena’s eyes, excited to see her friend’s reaction when she took in her own image, when she first saw her whole body in that beautiful dress.
Drusilla’s hands touching the blonde girl’s shoulders, caressing over the exquisite fabric, she leaned down, bringing their faces next to each other, and her cheek brushed Irena’s. The warm sensation made her own skin prickle. It was like her cells were answering the song of Irena’s blood.
“We should go out. I want to show you off!”
The idea was suddenly born and had to be carried out at once. There was no room for objection.
@veteris-sanguinis asked: “I don’t know if you’re here or if I just want you to be.” Ryker to anyone
For several heartbeats he just stood there, his face expressionless as he looked at the other. If he felt pity for the way Ryker looked, distraught and drained – like a beaten and broken thing – Levi didn’t show any of it in his expression, nor in his voice when he finally spoke.
“I’m here.” Another pause. This one giving away just the slightest hint of an emotion displayed in his eyes. “I’m here for you.”
@eldritchtwined asked: “It’s dangerous, the way you say my name—like it’s a sin you want to keep repeating.” - Alexei to anyone
Rowan cast her eyes down, her teeth bothering her bottom lip. “I should feel ashamed for being such a wicked sinner.” She looked up at him with only her eyes. Her words an intimate whisper. “Will it help, if I pray for forgiveness? If I get down on my knees for you? Alexei?” She rolled his name along her tongue, as if tasting it in her mouth.
☠ — @lostliketearsinrain | gets the ship's menace Mika for Rowan
Life was lived much more freely if one didn't give a fuck about anything and as a shapeshifter, he felt a tad more untouchable than others. However, there was a certain type of people he couldn't stand. Ones who thought they were so much better and looked down upon others disgustingly. Look, he knew he could be an asshole, but at least he was aware of it and didn't put himself on some ridiculous pedestal.
It was the reason why he had relieved that guy of his car keys and upon finding the car to it, everything fell into place for him. Now if this fancy car was given to him or he had bought it himself, didn't matter, he was going to take it for a ride to the next junkyard. What Mika hadn't considered was someone following him as he spotted Rowan, who seemed to be glancing over her shoulders to see if someone had followed her as she came over to him.
“Don’t worry, Mika won’t tell anyone you’re here and something tells me you'll give me the same courtesy." Not that he cared if she did end up snitching on him, however there was a vibe about her which gave him a certainty she won't. A grin evident on his lips as he opened the door to the passenger seat. "Jump in, gorgeous, if you're up for a ride."
It had been a dull night – until she spotted Mika. Her green eyes immediately lit up when seeing him. Rowan knew wherever Mika appeared, something fun was going to happen. She watched him for a bit, no longer paying attention to the guy who she was having a conversation with, a quite boring conversation about something she couldn’t quite follow, he seemed to be talking an awful lot about his own body. So naturally, when Rowan saw Mika leaving on his own, she smiled brightly as she knew the fun part of the night was about to start. The guy did take this as a kind of encouragement and took off his shirt to show her more of his body. Rowan left before he had pulled the piece of clothing over his head.
She was in a giddy mood, but not because of the drinks she had, and she tried to be as careful as possible when following Mika, making sure no unwanted people were following them.
Mika was walking up to a very expensive looking sports car that sure didn’t look like it was his, even though he possessed the keys.
“I can keep a secret – if it’s a good one,” she replied and quickened her pace, practically running the last few steps to the car. She giggled when he opened the passenger door for her, did a little curtsy and got into the car. The leather on the seats smelled fresh and expensive and it felt soft and exquisite. Mika closed the door and got in the driver's seat. The moment he turned the key, she started testing the function of any button she could reach. One button sent her seat vibrating and a surprised squeal escaped her mouth, before she quickly covered it with both her hands.
She smiled at him, apologetically, and said with the sweetest look on her face. “Promise me, you'll go faster when I beg you to stop.”
@lostliketearsinrain liked for a starter from Lexi
Lexi slid into the booth across from Rowan, the vinyl seat creaked under her as she sat down. The bar buzzed around them, but her focus stayed on her friend. "Hey, you won't believe what I heard about Sarah and that new guy she works with," she stated, and leaned closer with a grin. "Apparently they hooked up at the party last weekend. She told me he bent her over the freezer and he fucked her right there, while she tried not to moan too loud." She giggled at her friends behavior. "What about you, do you have any good gossip?"
Rowan took a sip of her drink through the straw when she saw her friend sit down across from her. She gave her a quick wiggly wave of her hand as greeting, while she kept sipping from her drink, and listened with wide eyes to Lexi's latest gossip.
"No way! Our sweet Sarah did that?" She couldn't quite believe it. "I mean it is kinda good that she's no longer moping about, since Travis broke up with her, right? But still, never thought she'd do something like that."
Rowan took another sip. "I don't think I got any news like that. Sorry."
She frowned. "But now that I think of it, I believe Randy told me something about someone doing it in the garage at that party. I didn't pay attention because all Randy wants is my attention. - Oh my god, he must have talked about Sarah and that guy! God, I hope the guy is at least cute. Do you know him? Is he cute?"
@lostliketearsinrain asked:
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
Violet had slowly began to gain a following, her modelling career had taken off and with social media being a thing, she got to see the bad side of it. She had many... intense fans, some even becoming stalkers believing that they were destined to be together. She was walking home from a late night shoot. It wasn't to far from her apartment and she lived in a safe part of the city.
She was half way home when she felt someone following her, so instead of turning to go down the quiet street she normally did, she turned toward the city centre where she knew the night-life in the city would cause it to be packed with people and hopefully she would loose him but the man was persistent.
She was about to turn the corner when she felt arms wrap around her and soft lips against hers. She was shocked and was ready to push them away when her eyes met the man who had been following her, standing staring and so she wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the women and began to kiss her back, hoping that it would make the man leave her alone.
Did she need a reason to have fun? No. Life was short and she was young. She had gone out that night with her friends but lost them somewhere between the third and fourth bar. By now Rowan had left the bar and gone to celebrate on the street instead. Lots of people were there, drinking, smoking, dancing, chatting, just enjoying themselves. Loud music was playing from an over-crowded bar, and Rowan really liked the rhythm. She didn’t recognize the song, but her body knew how to move.
In her dancing she felt at ease, she felt totally free – part of that might be due to the drugs someone had offered her earlier – she was only focused on herself and the music making her body move. The people around her were moving with her, bodies touched, and brushed and pushed and pressed. She didn’t seem to care who she was dancing with, who was touching her, who she was sharing drinks with or kisses, she barely recognized them as individuals.
Her hands found the slender waist of a girl, she pulled her close and looked into a very pretty face with irresistibly kissable lips. Her full lips pressed onto them briefly before moving back, smiling at the sweet taste.
Rowan saw something flicker in the girl’s eyes, and hadn’t she been in such a euphoric state, she might have noticed that there was something else than surprise in those big beautiful eyes, which seemed violet in the sparkling street lights. The next moment, the girl’s arms wrapped around her neck, and she pulled herself closer to kiss Rowan.
The kiss wasn’t as greedy as most of the kisses she had got that night. It was sweet and innocent, and so soft that it made her lips tingle. She was almost stunned by all that softness but her body reacted promptly. Her lush lips moved against those sweet lips, inviting them to continue. This felt like a new kind of rush that night. She no longer felt the beat of the music in her muscles, but felt her body vibrating to a different rhythm, a much much softer and calmer one.
Her arms wrapped around the other girl’s waist, she held her so close to her own body that she felt the girl’s heartbeat. A quick and violent pulse, one that made her own race. Her hands didn’t move, palms just felt the warmth beneath the fabric of the dress. Only their lips moved, in no rush. Only once or twice, the tip of her tongue gently tasted the sweet lips, not urging them.
Rowan had lost all sense of time, all senses focused in this moment.
When their lips finally parted because they needed to catch a breath, she breathed heavily as if from exhaustion.
She chuckled, their faces close, still just an inch away.
“Hi,” Rowan whispered. “I’m Rowan. Nice to meet you.”
