lost souls

independent supernatural multi-muse selective #miidnighters est. june '15; rebooted oct '23

[miidnighters]

miidnighters

independent supernatural oc multimuse | selective | high activity does not write on discord .

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muse list

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Barty, secondary. (opens; verses)

Time vampire. Age Unknown. He/him. Owns a Cafe - mostly for the coffee, partially for the supernatural to find haven. Loooves being spotted from his Reddit thread.

Bella Rose, primary. (opens; verses)

Vampire. 372. She/her. Oft melancholic, homebody vampire. Lures men out of clubs to feed on them. Holds fast to the British accent. Misses the sun. Sire of Billie.

Billie García, primary. (opens; verses)

Vampire. 135. She/her. Party girl, romance writer. Was a human man for a while there but she's better now. Pink is the colour of the moment. Fledgling of Bella.

Callisto Jones, primary. (opens; verses)

Witch. 27. She/her. Stuck in her circumstances waded out of where she was drowning. Mom still alive, but only technically. Willing to curse your enemy for a price.

Chase Hawthorne, primary. (opens; verses)

Seer. 22. He/him. Sexy fry cook. Overprotective (twin) brother. Big flirt, big heart. Tries to be chill about his visions and hardly ever succeeds.

Demi | Damon, secondary. (opens; verses)

Demon. Ageless. They/them. Technically a soul collector but too busy having fun. Can change forms, depending on the day or the vibe. Uses their pointy tail like an extra hand.

Evelyn Marino, secondary. (opens; verses)

Mermaid. 24. She/her. Like if a girl was a seahorse. Sicilian, not Italian. Thick accent. Part-time photoshoot model, full-time coffee snob.

Flynn Hunter, primary. (opens; verses)

Beached Selkie. 25. He/him. Used to be a seal, now he's a man. Blind, but can hear really well. Works as a music producer. Really loves pastries. Older brother of Rion.

Hartley Greer, by request. (opens; verses)

Supernatural hunter. 32. She/her. Raised to hunt, but tired. Fashion writer by trade, travels often. Enjoys attention. Always wearing heels and carrying a designer bag.

Isaac Norman, by request. (opens; verses)

Mutant. 35. He/him. Orchard owner. Talks to plants. Southern boy. Wants to live a quiet life on his own but his momma's a meddler. Enjoys a cold beer on a hot day.

Macie Fingerman, by request. (opens; verses)

Mutant. 31. She/her Manipulates gravity. Studies rocks. Recently separated. Not handling it well. Daughter recently started exhibiting powers. Not handling it well.

Matt Julien, primary. (opens; verses)

Fae-cursed. 46. He/him. Australian. Pro streamer (chess, mostly). Has a side account where he posts faceless thirst cooking content. Experienced a drop in viewership on both accounts after a face reveal which wasn't a blow to the ego at all.

Morgan Lewis, primary. (opens; verses)

Cursed human. 32, technically. He/him. Artisan glass blower. Died once, came back. Kind of hates that he came back. Kind of hates that his fiancée stayed dead. Now immune to fire though.

Poppy Reynolds, primary. (opens; verses)

Banshee. 28. She/her. Mute. Screamed for the first time as a teenager, has not spoken since. Would cut her own vocal chords if she could. Works as a transcriber, takes herself to the theatre.

Rion Hunter, secondary. (opens; verses)

Fallen star. 18 but also not. They/them. Brand new human. Loves to learn, immediately forged documents and enrolled in a bunch of college classes. Altered their trajectory to land in front of a Very Specific Person. Younger sibling of Flynn.

Tate Adam, primary. (opens; verses)

Werewolf. 29. He/him. NHL left winger. Misses his family. Turns into a wolf every month. Technically nonbinary but plays on a men's team so whatever. Pure of heart, dumb of ass.

[miidnighters]

Still getting over the last dregs of sickness, crocheting, Gordon playing in the BG. Around a little bit for things that catch my eye xx

[bootscooted]

It did seem awfully unfair that he'd managed to get his shirt thrown all the way over yonder an' she ain't had a lick of clothing taken off her person yet. Did that make him a bad boyfriend? Oh, lord, best he make up for that then, huh?

"Now don't be poutin' none, I know jus' what t'do," and he'd do it right after another kiss, this one stolen as he sat up just enough to catch her pretty mouth while keeping her anchored on his lap.

It didn't take long for him to relieve her of her blouse, but then he got caught up on that pretty, sky-blue number lacing her pert nipples. Golly he couldn't help himself!

Rae gets the straps drawn down her shoulders, the clasps at her back undone in a snap, but the moment the lace drops away he's swooping in to take a cool bud into his mouth.

All the while he's urgin' her to keep on grinding her droolin' cock.

[miidnighters]

A bad boyfriend? Rae could never dream of it.

Still, Billie's grins as he sits up to kiss her, arms moving easily to allow him to strip the blouse off her - grinning even wider as he seems stunned by her matching bralette.

"You like it, baby?" It doesn’t showcase much, her chest still being completely flat post-turn, but the sky-blue colour contrasts nicely against her skin.

What she doesn't expect is for Rae to be so eager to suck a nipple into his mouth - they're not often the subject of infatuation, due to the aforementioned flat chest, and so the novelty is almost hotter than the sensation itself.

Billie lets out a moan, head tipping back as she presses her chest into his mouth and rolls her hips against his again. "Baby-"

[miidnighters]

U know what I need a laugh

Do u think I'm intimidating?

yes, very scary. You could replace Gordon Ramsay on TV and i wouldnt bat an eye

medium level intimidating, like Toulouse in the Aristocats

Not intimidating at all. You may as well be a stuffed toy

Possum peeking option

Voting ended onJun 6

This is what I mean when I'm talking abt Toulouse, btw

[miidnighters]

U know what I need a laugh

Do u think I'm intimidating?

yes, very scary. You could replace Gordon Ramsay on TV and i wouldnt bat an eye

medium level intimidating, like Toulouse in the Aristocats

Not intimidating at all. You may as well be a stuffed toy

Possum peeking option

Voting ended onJun 6

This is what I mean when I'm talking abt Toulouse, btw

[miidnighters]

U know what I need a laugh

Do u think I'm intimidating?

yes, very scary. You could replace Gordon Ramsay on TV and i wouldnt bat an eye

medium level intimidating, like Toulouse in the Aristocats

Not intimidating at all. You may as well be a stuffed toy

Possum peeking option

Voting ended onJun 6

This is what I mean when I'm talking abt Toulouse, btw

[miidnighters]

U know what I need a laugh

Do u think I'm intimidating?

yes, very scary. You could replace Gordon Ramsay on TV and i wouldnt bat an eye

medium level intimidating, like Toulouse in the Aristocats

Not intimidating at all. You may as well be a stuffed toy

Possum peeking option

Voting ended onJun 6

This is what I mean when I'm talking abt Toulouse, btw

[devilscheck]

Teeth run over her bottom lip with a nod as she watches him. He's a lot different than the life she has, model shoots and the family trustfund that keeps her partying habits in business. Now wasn't the time to bring that up, instead eyes dropping to her very short skirt and clearly cleavage showing top.

"Probably best to not joy ride in this outfit today. You're sweet to offer though," she takes a deep breath, rocking on her heels idly for a moment.

"I mean, I can really just go home... I don't want to like-"

[miidnighters]

His life is a lot different to hers. Most of the money he makes goes to his sisters tuition, or rent, or bills, since she isn't working while studying so hard. But none of that matters right now.

"No, I'd like for you to come. I want to talk it out. I already ordered the Uber anyway."

Well. He hit send while he was speaking. In any case, Chase gestures for her to turn towards the street so they can get out of here.

"I'll take you for a joyride another time, maybe. We'll go to the park or something maybe."

[miidnighters]

Me being super nosey and wanting to know who said what on that poll 👀👀

[miidnighters]

U know what I need a laugh

Do u think I'm intimidating?

yes, very scary. You could replace Gordon Ramsay on TV and i wouldnt bat an eye

medium level intimidating, like Toulouse in the Aristocats

Not intimidating at all. You may as well be a stuffed toy

Possum peeking option

Voting ended onJun 6

This is what I mean when I'm talking abt Toulouse, btw

[unlore]

Fel makes no secret of the fact that he's admiring her, though it's not overly focused. He just thinks she's beautiful and hot and looks great topless, and appreciates that he's the one who gets to see this part of her now.

<With me?> he suggests, watching her remove her shoes. And then, on a more practical note, <Where your clothes?>

She does need something to change into, after all.

[miidnighters]

<Yes.>

Sometimes she doesn’t always offer - leaves it open like this for him to suggest whether he wants to or not, but theres no denying she loves sharing these simple pleasures with him.

<Hanger. Back of door.>

It's getting warmer, so she'd worn a dress to this shoot - exposing her pale, stick-thin legs. It hangs now, navy blue with a full skirt, behind the door, along with the bra she'd pulled off to get dressed.

[miidnighters]

@cardiomyapathy | continued from ☾

Billie grins, continuing her path down his throat - allowing herself to be pulled into his lap and snuggled against his chest.

"Are you? I didn’t notice." She still hasn't glanced at the laptop - they both know she'd be here if he was actually working or now. Head tilts up, catches his lips. "I'm more important right now, though, right?"

[dxsole]

"Like actually?" Mocks him with a bad Australian accent. "Yes. I'm very generous with friends." Not that she had many. People seemed to be rubbed the wrong way by her before they ever get rubbed the right way.

"Come now, I am nice," She is not nice. "This is to lift your spirit. You can choose your own level of suffocation, hm."

[miidnighters]

The mocking gets a grin. This isn't the first time he's heard something like this.

"You know what, this will lift my spirit." Matt reaches for her hand, dusts a kiss against her knuckles. "And the more suffocating, the better. If I die, I go out a happy man."

Listen, he's easily pleased - a simple man. He enjoys sex, and he thinks Did is a gorgeous woman. There's not much twisting of his arm that needs to be done here.

"Shall we retire to the bedroom? Slip into something a little more comfortable?"

[unlore]

He sticks his tongue out at her. Maturely. Still, he has slips back to a look of concentration as he comes to lean over her, fiddling around as he finds the zip and carefully pulls it down.

It's not so hard to get off once it's undone, the stiff front lifting off like extremely fashion-forward armour.

[miidnighters]

Evelyn takes in a deep breath once rhe top is off, not realising how much it had restricted her chest movement. Shes not wearing anything under it, so once he lifts it off she's sitting there bare chested.

Leaning forward, Evelyn unstraps her heels, slipping them off and leaving her manicured toes bare for a few minutes.

<Looking forward to a bath.>

[unlore]

Fel snickers as they follow after her, waiting until they're safely ensconced in the changing rooms to tell her, <Maybe. No crime.>

He likes helping her with stuff like this. And yeah, part of that might just be that he gets to touch her in a simple, practical way, without it being such a big deal as it can tend to feel. Also, he gets to see her tits.

Sue him.

[miidnighters]

He gets a flirtatious smile for his words, Evelyn blowing him a kiss as she sets the brakes and shuffles herself forward in her chair.

<Top first,> she suggests. <Hardest, and you can't stare.> While they get her pants off she means. The top is a stiff, structured thing - zippered at her back and formed to her chest, the fabric extending up over her shoulder.

[drkroots]

               She knew exactly what the other was doing, probably even before he did. It wouldn't have been her first move, but human mask was used to smile, wolf careful to not show too much in the way of teeth. "Good evening."

[miidnighters]

Tate smiles a little wider - still, however, deferential.

She looks at him like he hasn't gotten away with anything, so it's lucky Tate's not playing enemy or anything of the sort.

"I, um. Like your perfume."

Probably she'll see right through that too, but Tate knows better than to be so overt right off the bat.

"Smells a little like mine?"

[seeesters]

when matt touches her clit, nell’s whole body jolts as if electricity surged through her. she clenches around him with a whine rolling off her pretty lips. “ still too sensitive, sir. “ before she can wraps her fingers around his wrist and gently move his hand away, matt settles it into the slight curve of her waist.

she picks up the rhythm again, relentless and wild, no soft love making like before. no, this time, nell craves pure fucking. “ i want you to fill me again. “ mere minutes ago they’ve talked about painting her soft belly, but that’s gone out of her mind. she wants him inside, again.

“ nuh-uh. “ tight-lipped, she shakes her head. part of her feels bad for refusing matt, for not following his require. other part of her knows what she wants. silently, short fingers wrap around his forearm and bring it up to brush against her neck. nell tilts her head, soundless show of her desire.

[miidnighters]

Sir. Matt really, really likes that. He also likes the way she's toeing the line between doing what he wants and what she wants.

"I thought you wanted everything I can give you?" Matt teases. "You're mine now, pretty baby, which means that I can give you as much pleasure as I want, can't I?"

It's almost animalistic, the way she moves now, and Matt can't help but thrust up into her. He's aware that that might be unexpected, though, and that (given the size of his cock) it might hurt.

The no is a surprise - again, he's glad that shes specifying what she wants, but so boldly? His fingers wrap lightly around her throat when she sets them there. Matt doesn’t have a lot of experience with choking, so he'll go lightly this time until he's able to do a little bit of research later on doing it safely. A flex on her soft skin. "You get what you want but I don't get a taste of those pretty nipples? Is that what im understanding Princess? That's not very nice of you."