𝚜͟𝚝͟ 𝚓͟𝚘͟𝚑͟𝚗

no   such   thing   as   vampires 

[mstjohn]

#MSTJOHN   ✢   THE  DEAD  MAN.  THE  DETECTIVE.  THE  RESURRECTED.

this  is  an  independent  retelling  of  mick  st.  john,  rooted  in  the  world  of  unfinished  production  of  moonlight.  while  unraveling  the  unseen  threads  between  immortality  and  humanity:  his  story  is  heavily  reimagined.  this  portrayal  approaches  him  from  a  different  angle:  not  just  a  vampire,  but  a  man  haunted  by  memory,  time,  and  the  weight  of  what  he  cannot  change.  canon-divergent  with  an  original  and  gothic-noir  spin.  it  delves  into  themes  of  morality,  loss,  and  the  quiet,  violent  pulse  of  an  unending  existence. other blogs: @per6e, @vainsnare, @maskess

A  STUDY  IN  .  .  .  the  man  behind  the  monster,  a  century  of  unfinished  business,  the  heart  that  outlived  itself,  blood  and  consequence,  the  city  after  midnight,  what  refuses  to  die,  shadows  that  whisper,  the  weight  of  memory,  thirst  and  longing,  secrets  beneath  neon,  and  the  quiet  ache  of  immortality

#MY  BELOVEDS   :  @multis, @khrused

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good evening, friends. if you see this post reblogged it means i'm calling all my muses besides a few to this blog. i really wish i had more time to run more blogs. i really appreciate all the time people have given me. it's not that i love one more muse than the other. i just want to spend time focusing on my mutuals and partners. i want to make this blog my safe space where i get to write and dive back into writing. please follow @ohgodly to find all my muses.

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good evening, friends. if you see this post reblogged it means i'm calling all my muses besides a few to this blog. i really wish i had more time to run more blogs. i really appreciate all the time people have given me. it's not that i love one more muse than the other. i just want to spend time focusing on my mutuals and partners. i want to make this blog my safe space where i get to write and dive back into writing. please follow @ohgodly to find all my muses.

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can you tell i'm obsessed with my new oc? i really love having inspiration for original lore. it feels rewarding. it's been so long since a character really captured my attention. i will be following people from the provided link. i'm really hoping for some affilated connections and ect. his lore is going to be in relation to @brightas and the world me and @devilsnare collaborated on about a year ago. the basic summary is mercer is a fallen god. currently runs the richest bank between the immortal and mortal worlds. i can't wait to show him to you all. he will be super selective and plot focused. if you want a follow: please, like this post here.

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likey for my richard gere immortal oc!

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so sorry friends. I meant to say im solo accounting him!! so expect a follow :-)

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[mstjohn]

if you see this: you survived my softspree!

[gloomglimmer]

POST A "🎨" ON THE DASH FOR YOUR MUTUALS TO COMMENT WHAT THEY LIKE MOST ABOUT YOUR BLOG / CONTENT / WRITING.

[kingsmemes]

「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」  * send anonymously or not. feedback is appreciated!

[mstjohn]

SOMETHING  ABOUT  THESE  NIGHTS  MAKE  HIM  FEEL  SOMEWHAT  HUMAN.  He  leaned  against  the  rooftop  ledge,  fingers  loosely  hooked  into  his  pockets,  tie  slightly  undone  as  if  the  night  itself  had  worn  him  thin.  “Forever  sounds  romantic,”  Mick  murmured,  eyes  fixed  on  the  skyline  rather  than  the  person  beside  him.  “Until  you’re  the  only  one  still  standing  in  it.”  A  faint,  almost  private  smile  curved  his  mouth  before  fading.  “So  tell  me.  Are  you  planning  on  sticking  around?”

starter  call   › @citizenstarlight .

[mstjohn]

HE  MUST  ADMIT  HE'S  INTIMIDATED  BY  THE  WOMAN  BEFORE  HIM.  Mick  arched  a  brow.  “You  know,  most  people  take  a  breath  before  accusing  someone  of  lack  of  compliance.”  His  tone  carried  dry  amusement,  but  his  attention  was  sharp,  tracking  every  movement.  “But  please,”  he  added  lightly,  “Continue.  I’m  enjoying  the  part  where  you  think  you’re  ahead.”

starter  call   › @diam1nd .

[mstjohn]

MICK  STOOD  NEAR  THE  WINDOW,  city  light  outlining  his  frame  in  silver.  He  did  not  immediately  look  at  them.  Instead,  he  listened.  To  their  breathing.  To  the  subtle  shift  of  weight  against  the  floor.  “You  can  tell  me  the  truth,”  he  said  at  last,  voice  calm  and  low.  “Or  you  can  keep  protecting  someone  who  wouldn’t  hesitate  to  sacrifice  you.”  Only  then  did  his  gaze  move  over,  pale  and  assessing.  “Either  way,  I’ll  figure  it  out.”

starter  call   › @byramone .

[multis-a]

 ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎They had just arrived at the scene,   ﹠  yet Abigail is already annoyed. She has her flashlight out, scanning the perimeter, a vein pulsing on her temple as Mick speaks. Irritation bleeds out of Abigail. She's been told she doesn't work well with others. If it were up to her, she'd be doing this alone...

 ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎Still, she needs to cooperate. Mick knows what he's doing... Even if abigail has her reservations about him.

 ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎“ What have I said about underestimating me?  ‎” ‎ ‎She asks with a sharp tone, shooting a pointed look over her shoulder before her lips purse. ‎ ‎“ Don't.‎ ‎” ‎ ‎She shakes her head, continuing forward with her flashlight leveled ahead.  ‎ ‎“ ‎Just... Make sure you don't miss anything, okay? ‎” ‎ ‎

[mstjohn]

HE  EXHALES  SLOWLY  THROUGH  HIS  NOSE,  the  beam  cuts  through  the  night  in  sharp  white  arcs,  catching  on  broken  fencing  and  disturbed  gravel.  He  can  hear  more  than  she  ever  will.  The  faint  hum  of  distant  traffic,  the  subtle  shift  of  something  small  in  the  brush,  the  echo  of  footsteps  that  no  longer  linger.  Still,  he  lets  her  take  point.

“I’m  not  underestimating  you,”  he  replies  evenly,  his  voice  calm  where  hers  sparks.  There  is  no  heat  in  it,  only  steadiness.  “If  I  were,  I  wouldn’t  be  here.”  His  eyes  track  the  line  of  the  building,  scanning  shadows  without  the  aid  of  a  light,  cataloging  every  scent  and  sound  with  quiet  precision.

Stepping  forward  to  close  the  distance  just  enough  to  keep  her  in  reach  without  crowding  her.  His  gaze  drops  briefly  to  a  scuff  mark  near  the  edge  of  the  pavement  before  lifting  again.  “You  focus  on  what  you  can  see,”  he  adds,  tone  low  but  firm.  “I’ll  handle  the  rest.”

[mstjohn]

who is gonna write beth. PLEASE GOD WHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mstjohn]

[mstjohn]

who is gonna write beth. PLEASE GOD WHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[khrused]

she  is  deliberate,  careful  not  to  react.  spinning  the  tale  of  a  grieving  colleague  with  dampening  eyes  and  a  timid  shake  of  her  head.  ❛  no,  no.  nothing  at  all  ―  she  was  just...  as  she  always  is.  ❜  her  final  words  linger  in  the  eerily  quiet  air.  the  usual  spirit  of  the  paradiso  greying  beneath  clouds  of  uncertainty  and  grief.  yet  hera,  despite  her  perfect  portrait  of  sorrow,  seems  to  gleam  ―  her  golden  skin  set  aglow  with  the  gratification  of  a  hunger  well  satisfied.

eyes  peer  over  the  wet  cotton  of  his  handkerchief,  offering  a  brief  peek  into  the  holes  of  her  mask  ―  hurt,  regret,  and  disdain  all  stirring  within  jade-green  pools.  ❛  we  weren't  that  close.  ❜  hera  confesses  this  much,  at  least.  gaze  fixed  now  on  her  lap,  the  kerchief  twisting  between  her  fingers,  ❛  i'd  say  she's  more  of  a  bitch  most  days,  but...she  didn't  deserve  that.  ❜

[mstjohn]

MICK  WATCHES  HER  SILENCE,  the  kind  that  presses  rather  than  lingers,  his  attention  fixed  with  a  patience  that  feels  almost  unnatural.  He  notes  everything.  His  expression  remains  composed,  sympathetic  in  all  the  right  places,  but  his  gaze  sharpens  just  slightly  as  it  traces  the  details  she  cannot  quite  hide.  There  is  grief  there,  yes,  or  something  shaped  convincingly  like  it.  Yet  beneath  it  glints  another  emotion,  bright  and  fleeting,  like  light  catching  the  edge  of  a  blade  before  it  disappears  again.

“I  see,”  he  says  quietly,  voice  smooth  and  even,  as  though  her  answer  satisfies  him.  His  fingers  rest  loosely  at  his  sides,  posture  relaxed,  though  every  sense  is  angled  toward  her,  listening  not  just  to  her  words  but  to  the  spaces  between  them.  When  she  admits  they  were  not  that  close,  his  brow  lifts  a  fraction,  not  in  surprise  but  in  acknowledgment,  as  if  she  has  finally  handed  him  something  honest.  He  studies  the  way  her  gaze  drops,  the  twist  of  his  handkerchief  between  her  fingers,  and  he  lets  a  thoughtful  pause  stretch  just  long  enough  to  matter.

“That’s  usually  how  it  goes,”  Mick  murmurs,  tone  thoughtful  rather  than  judgmental.  “People  don’t  have  to  be  loved  to  be  mourned.”  His  eyes  settle  on  her  again,  pale  and  steady,  searching  without  appearing  to.  “Still,”  he  adds  softly,  “funny  thing  about  tragedy.  It  has  a  way  of  revealing  truths  people  didn’t  realize  they  were  keeping.”

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do any of your muses want a supernatural lawyer boyfriend?

[xofemeraldstars]

🌙 MOONLIGHT (2007) 1x13 "fated to pretend"