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Jo flinched at the sudden shift, the absence of the vampire’s touch registering first. The room tilted, dragging her focus sideways, sluggish and unmoored, until it snagged on something far more immediate—

Luke.

Jo blinked at him for a moment like she was trying to decide if he was real or just another trick of the haze curling through her veins. “Hey—” Her voice was thin, drawn out, trailing off as her hand rose almost automatically, landing against his chest with barely any force. The edge of her collar was darkening, a faint bloom of her own blood creeping across the fabric.

Then his voice cut through—loud, sharp, wrong. Something in her expression flickered, but it was gone just as quickly. Her hand brushed clumsily at his jaw, then caught in the front of his shirt, unsteady but insistent. “Don’t be such a spoilsport—” she muttered, the words softer than they should’ve been, barely holding together.

She tried to pull him in and stand at the same time. Her balance gave almost immediately, her weight tipping forward into him instead, grip tightening like that might compensate for everything else that wouldn’t cooperate—and then her mouth was on his.

It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t graceful. It was abrupt, messy—her aim just slightly off before she corrected, pressing her lips to his hard enough to make the intent obvious.

Something to shut him up.

Something to shut herself up.

lucasxholt

Luke's nostrils flared, worry overshadowed by anger seeping through every pore as he assessed the situation. He could feel Jo's vitals dipping, her heart and breath slowing. The demon quickly removed his button down, left only in his undershirt as he brought the freed shirt to Jo's neck. Hearing her voice so weak caused him to grit his teeth, panic starting to form in his throat that he swallowed down as he put pressure on her wound. The fear of losing yet another person that he cared about swirled in his thoughts, threatening to remove what illusion of sanity still remained in his panic.

"Goddammit, Jo," he spat through gritted teeth, trying to hold himself together while subsequently holding her up, and he was failing at both. He caught her in his arms, her unsteady gate making it harder for him to focus or be angry. She could have gotten herself killed, a possibility was still on the horizon as he could feel her pulse growing fainter. He was just about to grumble more profanity as he tried to steady them both when her lips came crashing onto hers.

The demon's eyes grew wide, frozen in time as realization of what was going on hitting him like a freight train. For just a moment he gave into his darker urges, leaning into the kiss, deepening it ever so slightly with a tease of his tongue. The arm that had slinked around her waist to support her tightened as he pressed her closer, months of repressed tension between the two of them bubbling to the surface. Feeling the warmth of her blood dripping onto his hand that pressed on her wound shook him from her spell. He broke the kiss reluctantly, shaking his head to free himself of desires to continue.

#c: jo #luke

miralblue

Morning Swim

@vievecorcitystarters - open

Where: The beach outside Mira's house Holy Island | 7:00am

The sun was slowly creeping in to Mira's dark bedroom, throwing shadows against the ceiling and walls. He struggled to keep his eyes closed tight enough to keep the light out, but it was no use. The brightness penetrated his eyelids and he let them open slowly, as they adjusted to the light.

It seemed ridiculous to try and go back to sleep at this point, so Mira threw the blankets off of himself and allowed them to remain in a bundled mess on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and made his way into the bathroom as usual, listening to the sound of the waves splashing against the beach outside. It was probably a bit cold this early in the morning, but the feel of the chill, salty water would be perfect for clearing the sleepiness and fog from his mind.

Mira hurried through his morning routine, brushing his teeth, throwing on his swim trunks along with a t-shirt, before rushing out the door and onto the beach in front of his house. It wasn't a private beach, people could come and go as they pleased, but not many came to the area of beach directly in front of his home. Even fewer came to the beach this early in the morning, so Mira found himself alone.

He tossed his t-shirt onto the sand and waded into the waves, then diving in and launching himself through the water. Mira returned to the surface of the water and moved in closer to the beach to sit on the sand where he could watch the calm ocean move as it it were alive.

Lost in thought and quiet contemplation, Mira didn't notice there was another on the beach until they were walking right up beside him.

"Oh, hello," he glanced up at them. "I didn't see you there."

lucasxholt

Luke was grateful for the distraction that was a new case. Adjusting back to being in VC full time was harder than he'd expected, emotionally and mentally more than physically. He'd needed a reason to get out of his head and a art heist at the gallery was a perfect opportunity to do so. Swallowing the last sip of his coffee from it's paper container, he gave himself a pat down to ensure all the necessities were present before he exited his undercover cruiser.

Luke casually walked to the beachfront property, nodding to himself at the beauty of the house, the sound of the waves and salty air adding to his appreciation. He was more of a forest and farm guy, himself, but he couldn't resist the call of the beach from time to time. It usually brought up feelings of wishing he could see his family playing in the sand and splashing in the water, images he quickly shook from his head before they caused him to sink further into grief.

When there was no answer at the door, Luke walked around the property, eventually spotting the owner on the beach. He trudged through the sand in his combat boots, grumbling in annoyance at his future of getting the sand out of them before he approached the person he was looking for. "Yea, I bet," he added casually before taking his notebook out of his back pocket. "I'm looking for Miral Blue? Gallery Manager over at VCG."

#c: miral #luke

Who: Luke x Matt ( @matthew-alexander ) Where: Matt's Penthouse

Luke let himself into Matt's penthouse with his key, the paper bags he was juggling dangling haphazardly from his fingers as he pushed his way in. Closing the door with his foot, he moved into the kitchen to place the bags down on the large island. Not wanting to raise his blood pressure or give him something to chastise Luke about even more than he usually did, the youngest demon sported a button down and slacks, also hoping to cheer up his sire a bit. The well dressed younger demon removed the contents carefully, Matt's favorite comfort food in one bag, and jars of soul food in the other. "Soups on," he called out, moving deeper into the penthouse as he looked for Matt.

Luke had wanted to rip Roan apart with his bare hands when he'd found out about the shooting. That son of a bitch would pay for what he did to Matt, but for now he was more worried about making sure he was okay, and safe. Knowing that Matt was without his powers worried the youngest demon immensely. With his powers Matt could handle his own, but without... he didn't refused to think about that. Making his way to the living area, his eyes fell on Matt with a light smirk. "How's VC's worst patient? I hope you're not hoping for a sponge bath. I don't think this shirt can get wet," he teased hoping to crack a smile on his mentor's face.

#c: matt #luke

dilfgifs

Supernatural Nihilism (14.10)

#lmusings #luke

detectivejdarling

for: open @vievecorcitystarters

location: Level Four, The Rubicund

Her vision swam as the woman drew in another mouthful of blood. Jo wasn’t sure when it had stopped hurting. That felt like something she should be concerned about, though if anything it only annoyed her. Hadn’t that been the whole point, after all? The bass from downstairs bled through the floor in a dull, relentless thrum—too slow, too distant to feel like anything at all, like it was coming from underwater. Or maybe she was. Her fingers twitched where they rested against the vampire’s bare thigh, still steady in their pursuit of keeping the other woman close.

If Jo was being honest, she didn’t know what time it was anymore. Or even what day. If there was anywhere else she was supposed to be, or if this still counted as a reckless, though self-indulgent choice. There was a sharp inhale as teeth dragged just a little too deep, and her pulse answered in kind, tripping over itself, then racing again to compensate for the loss of volume. It filled Jo's ears, loud and uneven, like her body was trying to outrun something despite remaining completely motionless.

“Hey,” the vampire murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her. She was blonde, gorgeous, tall and leggy. Familiar in the way strangers got when you’d been staring at them a little too long. There was something like concern flickering behind her eyes now, cutting through the easy indulgence from before. “Are you sure you're still good?”

Jo let her head tip back against the seat, blinking up at the ceiling like her pulse might settle if she just waited it out. Like the spots of dark and light dancing through her vision would disappear. It didn’t. Nothing did. “Keep going,” she muttered, voice rough, impatient in a way that didn’t quite match how slow everything else felt.

The vampire studied her for a second too long. “Oh, honey-love..,” she said softly, something shifting in her expression. It was less hunger now, more calculation. Or maybe pity. That seemed worse. “I know something that might help.”

Jo frowned, barely there, turning her head a fraction like she might shake the words loose before they landed. “What—” But she didn't get to finish. A thumb brushed against her lower lip—cool, then warmer, something metallic and wrong and—Jo made a quiet, disgruntled sound, turning her head weakly away. “What did you—”

“Give it a moment,” a voice whispered to her right.

It hit fast. Not like alcohol. Not like anything she'd taken before. It bloomed under her skin, warm and bright and easy in a way nothing had been in a long time. The noise in her head—the sharp edges, the pressure, the emptiness—it all just… slipped out of focus. Softened. Fell quiet. Jo stilled. "…oh,” she breathed, the word barely more than air.

“Better, right?” the vampire said, a slow grin curling at her pretty mouth. The vampire’s teeth caught her own lip this time, drawing fresh blood, and then she was there—closer, hand steady at Jo’s jaw as she pulled her in. The kiss was brief, unhurried, more intent than anything else, and Jo didn’t fight it. Didn’t think to. Her mouth parted on instinct, chasing it—catching the coppery taste before it could fade as the warmth spread.

When it broke, Jo lingered there for a second too long, like she’d forgotten what came next. Her tongue dragged absently across her lip. “Yeah..,” she murmured, slower now. “Yeah, that’s—”

A shadow cut across them. Jo’s head turned, delayed, eyes struggling to focus on whoever had stepped close enough to register. It took a second. Maybe two. She squinted. “I’m busy,” she said, like that explained anything, one hand lifting vaguely before dropping back down again. “Go— Go away.” Her attention slipped almost immediately, pulled back like a magnet to the blonde beside her, brow knitting faintly as the thought slipped clean through her fingers.

lucasxholt

Luke moved his way through the sweaty patrons on his way to the bar, eager to get a drink in his system. He was meeting one of his informants, a dancer here, and a damn good one if he might add. He watched her up in one of the cages as he waited for his shots, flashing her a wink when her eyes found his. She'd done a few favors for him over the last few months, helping to close a few cases. Now she needed her back scratched in the form of getting rid of her shitty boyfriend, a low-life who'd promised her the world, and instead roughed her up and stole her life-savings.

He welcomed the burn of the shots down his throat as he checked his watch. Bonnie had about two more hours left of her shift before she could meet with him, and he figured he might as well pass his time partaking in some debauchery before he had to get back to business. Finishing the last shot, she cleared his throat and aimed for the center of the dance floor, his sights on a hot red head in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Right as he neared her, he stiffened, his eyes immediately searching for the scent he'd caught. Jo.

Tentacles of shadows crept through the nightclub, desperately searching for his partner. He could tell something was wrong by her scent, growing weaker, until his shadows found her in one of the rooms with a vampire. His impulsive anger and fear seethed into every vein as he bulldozed through the crowd once again, the scent of vampire blood quickening his pace.

He pounded on the door several times as he felt Jo getting weaker, her scent beginning to mix with the vampire. The demon burst through the door, the locking mechanism giving with ease as he charged in, yanking the blonde away from Jo. His eyes swirled black, his demonic form poking through his facade in his anger. "Get the fuck out," he growled at the vampire before turning his attention back to Jo, seeing the blood pouring from her neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jo? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

#c: jo #luke #oooooooooooo

♡ (for Jo)

LOW | ●●●○○ | HIGH

Luke has many pains in the ass, but none that bother him quite as much as Jo. Although he enjoys getting under her skin just as much as he assumes she does his, he can't deny there's something between them. A spark of chemistry and tension ignites in their constant bickering, death glares, and flipping each other off. The most recent AU has further complicated things, not to mention their temporary partnership on the force while Gabe's out of town. Despite his confusing feelings, Luke still chooses to keep Jo at a distance. He's already been burned once in love, and he's not sure he's ready to fan the flames again.

#lasks #luke

🪣😒👍🏻

Do they have a bucket list?

Luke is too impulsive to have a bucket list, usually seeing something he wants and going after it. Even if he had one, he'd completed it a long time ago over his centuries of life. Drinking a beer in every country of the world. So far he's at 76/195.

What is something that will instantly annoy them?

Matt. Jo. Elio. All Deities. Matt, again.

What do they consider the best decision they’ve made thus far in their life?

Trusting Matt.

#luke #lasks

♡ Matthew

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

Matt is the most important person in Luke's life, and if anyone tells him Luke said that, he'll kill you. Despite how much shit the younger demon gives his mentor, he's eternally grateful for the life he's given Luke. Had he not taken a chance on him, Luke would probably still be a malevolent spirit, reliving the horrors of his and his family's death and deteriorating into an oblivion of hatred. Although he doesn't always agree with Matt's... interesting, stupid decisions, their centuries together have solidified a bond that Luke would fight heaven and hell to protect.

#c: matt #lasks #luke

♡ 😘

○○○●● | ATTRACTION Not really his type, but he'd still hit it if drunk enough lol ●●●●●| AFFECTION 10/10 would die for his bro. ●●●●● | INTEREST He's fascinated by the drama with Jax, especially because he's also messing with his ex. ○●●●● | LOYALTY 2 Duh 2 Furious ○○●●●| TRUST He doesn't trust many people, or at all lol

LOW | ○●●●● | HIGH

#c: jax #lasks

vievecorcityrp

Players who are interested in taking part should reblog this post to their characters blogs for other players to them a headcanon question to answer~

💥 If they had to pick a single word to describe this year (2025 until now) so far, what would it be?

☺️ Do they have something special that picks them up when they feel down? What is it?

🚫 What traits would they want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner?

🤑 What’s the biggest wager they’ve ever made?

😡 What is the last thing that they totally overreacted to?

💤 What’s their opinion on naps?

🤔 What do they find they spend a lot of time wondering about?

🌹 What smell always brings back some type of memory?

🪣 Do they have a bucket list?

🎾 What are they currently juggling in their life?

✨ How difficult is it for them to try new things?

👽 What’s something that they believe that most other people don’t?

🙈 When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

💕 What do they remember most about their first crush?

🤫 Do they consider telling white lies to be okay?

🤬 Is there anything that makes them far angrier than it should?

🕛 What have they been thinking about lately that has kept them up at night?

😒 What is something that will instantly annoy them?

🧟 What’s their (NEW) plan for surviving a zombie invasion?

👍🏻 What do they consider the best decision they’ve made thus far in their life?

🍪 Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

🤩 What’s something that they never seem to get tired of doing?

💋 Do they have an ideal "type" in a romantic partner?

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Who: Luke x ( @detectivejdarling ) When: Wrap Party

The large cake was wheeled in with all the bells and whistles attached. Champagne was passed around as speeches began, Luke listening haphazardly as the execs and directors took their turns. He downed his first flute, exchanging the empty glass for a second as his focus shifted around the crowd. He noticed Jo on the opposite side, having spent the better part of the night avoiding her altogether, not to mention as much as he could throughout production. Flashbacks of their past together had haunted him these last few months. Playing the role of someone still in love with her, but watching her go off without him, was an easy role for Luke, caught somewhere between method acting and pure masochism by the end. He knew if he didn't at least try to talk to her, he would regret it, which is how he found himself later in the party approaching her at the bar.

"So, ah... what's next for the great Jo Darling?"

#c: jo #luke #vchollywood2026

justjensenanddean

Jensen Ackles | Radio Company Live Concert | Austin, August 20, 2024 [x]

#luke #lmusings #lucas

Who: Luke x Elio ( @elio-del-vecchio ) When: Wrap Party Where: Bar

Luke leaned against the bar with a sigh, flagging down the bartender as he turned to watch the dance floor he'd just departed. He was starting to come down off of whatever he'd scored earlier tonight, and the actor couldn't have that as he turned slightly to order another drink. He scanned the room, looking for his next target to schmooze in the name of networking, when his eyes landed on Max, seeming to be enjoying themselves. He flashed them a nod as he watched them chat with someone. It was then that he saw the dangerous smirk grace her lips, which he knew could only mean trouble. As the person she'd been speaking with turned, he blanched, turning back to the bar quickly in retreat. He felt Elio come up behind him, and Luke cleared his throat as he tried to steady himself. Luke looked over to the man who had been an idol to him for years, putting on a confident smirk that didn't quite meet his eyes. "Ahh, hey, man. How's it going?"

#c: elio #luke #vchollywood2026 #idk what this is but here you go lol

lucasxholt

Who: Max ( @gildedxink ) When: Last Day of Filming Where: On Set

Spit flew from the actor's mouth the minute the wrong flavor of coffee touched his tongue. "Fuck, Max, come on. One cream, three sugars. How hard is that?" he grumbled, placing the full cup of coffee back in its coaster next to the others. Despite it being his fault for grabbing the wrong cup among the many, he flashed his assistant a disappointed look as he turned his attention back to the script. "You know, it'd be a shame to have to fire you after all these years. Do you know how annoying it would be for me to have to train another you?" Luke shook his head, knowing his threat was empty. He couldn't fire Max even if he tried. He's pretty sure he'd forget how to breathe without them, but the last thing he would do would tell her that. Instead, he showed his love through expensive gifts and bonuses, the true language of gratitude.

"So what's the game plan for today again? "

gildedxink

"Oh i'm sorry you don't know how to fucking read." She pointed to the lid that clearly had her name on it. Some days she wanted to kill him, today was already looking to be one of those days. Just trying to get a script that was what they were supposed to be doing was like pulling teeth from a bengal tiger. She grabbed her coffee and then handed him the one that was actually his cause god forbid he drink any more of the only thing keeping her from murdering him right now. She scoffed at his threat, "Mhmm right you finding a replacement for me. That's really cute, baby. Do you want me to go grab that fan from yesterday for you? I think her name was Candi with an I. I'm sure she'll be head over heels to pick up after you." She rolled her eyes and pulled the leather folio from her bag. "I really wish you would learn how to listen at least when I speak. Other women I could care less but please at least listen to me." She sat in the chair she had added to his conditions since she refused to stand all fucking day. "Were filming 3 versions of the final scene, surprising no one they still haven't gotten this screenplay sorted out. Poor kid doing the writing now is getting shafted. Anyway once that's done we have the wrap party tonight with the crew from.... ah right Grease."

lucasxholt

"Why the fuck do I need to learn how to read when I pay you to do it?" He added sarcastically, giving them a mocking glare one would expect from a sibling. Max was the only person he allowed to talk to him like that; anyone else wouldn't live to tell the tale. They'd earned his respect over the last several years, probably the closest he had to family in this town. He took the cup they extended to him, flashing them an about time look before turning to wait for his script. Max's next words stopped him in his tracks, shaking his head. "Oh, fuck no. Nonono. She looked like she'd throw me in a hole and ask me to put lotion in a basket," he added. "I mean... she did show me her tits, which were pretty nice, so that's gotta count for something," he added, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging Max, knowing he'd probably pay for that later. He sipped his coffee, knowing and accepting the fact with a smile that she probably spat in it.

"Oh i'm sorry, you say something?" he asked, pretending to be sincere in his questioning as he took the seat beside her, flashing her a wink. "Hey, I listen to you! Just not well. Besides, you're probably one of the only people in the world I do listen to. "Three endings? What the fuck? Who decided that?" he asked in disbelief as he read over the script. He sighed as he started flipping pages. "That tonight? You going?"

#c: max #luke #vchollywood2026 #I'm sorry for him

matthew-alexander

it's a wrap | luke & matthew

for: @lucasxholt location: the wrap party

Matthew did not really want to be here at this wrap party because he hated most parties. But attending parties was part and parcel of the job of being a sought-after actor in Hollywood, so he had gone to enough of them by now to know how to put on a front to look like he was enjoying himself.

That front soon wavered when he saw Lucas Holt standing near the dance floor surrounded by a number of people as he held court. Matthew's eyes could not help but narrow in annoyance and oh, if looks could kill. He was ready to leave the premises, but the only way he could get to the exit was to walk past Luke and his little posse and Matthew had to steel himself to do so.

He drew in a breath and started walking in that direction, looking resolutely at the exit as he walked past, but a drunk and careless crew member bumped into him, causing Matthew to stumble directly into Luke's group of friends and it sent a few drinks flying.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Matthew exclaimed, his frustration escalating despite the repeated apologies from the poor sod who stumbled into him.

lucasxholt

Luke could feel the cool gleam of sweat forming on his brow as he danced with a few of the crew members. His bloodstream coursed with god only knew what substances and drinks as he spun one of the female crew members. He had to catch her from nearly swooning as he did so, chuckling to himself as he pulled her back in. Luke soaked in the attention of the crew and other cast as he schmoozed about. If he was contractually obligated to attend these things, he figured he'd at least let it work in his favor.

The actor had seen Matt sulking about the party, choosing to ignore him as he'd been doing for the last several months. If Luke were honest, he'd been flattered by the man's disdain, twisting the knife of jealousy any chance Luke got to rub it in Matt's face that he was the star of this production. Maybe if he actually had a little fun once in a while, he wouldn't have been passed up for the lead, Luke thought as he leaned in to hear one of the actor's jokes, before nearly toppling into the fellow. Angrily turning towards the commotion, Luke quickly pushed himself between the drunk crew member and Matt with a growl. "Aye! What the fuck is your problem, man?"

#c: matt #luke #vchollywood2026 #ooooOOoOOo

Who: Max ( @gildedxink ) When: Last Day of Filming Where: On Set

"So what's the game plan for today again? "

#c: max #vchollywood2026 #luke #I'm sorry in advance for him

Name: Lucas "Luke" Holt Age: 30 Roll: Actor How Long Have They Been In Hollywood: Bio: 14 years

Luke was born in New York City, the youngest of three children to an English teacher and an ex-con. His father was volatile and abusive, scraping together a living through crooked mechanical work until it inevitably landed him back in prison. By the time Luke was eight and his parents divorced, the damage was already done, leaving his mother to shoulder the full weight of the family alone. Luke learned early that childhood was optional when survival wasn’t. He took whatever work he could find, washing dishes, delivering papers, and selling marijuana to classmates, crossing lines he barely understood at the time, all in an effort to keep the lights on and ease even a fraction of the burden pressing down on his mother

Luke’s rise to fame began at sixteen, when he took an after-school job at his neighbor’s tailor shop to help support himself and his mother. Hoping to attract more business, the owner asked Luke to model a few suits for an advertisement. The campaign did more than bring in customers; it caught the attention of a casting director, who urged Luke to audition. With no formal experience beyond being a class clown, Luke proved to be a natural. He landed the role, and the film propelled him into overnight stardom, quickly making him a household name. Audiences praised his intensity, his bold, debonair presence, and a passion for the craft that would earn him awards and acclaim.

Offscreen, Luke was far less admired. Fully aware of his own talent, he could be short-tempered, difficult, and dismissive of those around him, commanding sets with the same authority he brought to the stage. His hardened exterior was shaped by years of exploitation and mounting pressure, which ultimately caught up with him, ending in an arrest for DUI, reckless endangerment, and possession. His latest project is less about reinvention than survival- an attempt to salvage his image while quietly capitalizing on the publicity of his fall.

#vchollywood2026 #luke #lmusings

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