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tbt to my selina kyle days, sighs i miss her
reverse starter call. reply if you have a preferred muse/muses.
& lostcontrcl.
she quirked her brow at him, her teeth biting down into her lower lip as she looked at him. “so, feeling like you’re going to be hit over the head with a lamp is how you get your jollies? are you some sort of weirdo?” she laughed at him softly before running her fingers back through her hair. “no—” she shook her head, she didn’t care about it that much, she just wanted to give him a hard time. “i don’t actually care. if you want to cut through our yard you can, just don’t do anything creepy or i’ll call security on you.” quinn licked her lips and started towards the back yard. “wanna come have a drink with me? the rest of the girls are asleep and i could use some company.”
acting as if he was hurt my her statement, julian gasped and moved a hand onto his chest. “i take offense because i’m not some sort of weirdo. haven’t you ever liked the things that are thrilling? like hearing something in your back yard and feeling like you’re going to have to taser someone?” he did one of his signature pouts, a look that was supposed to make him more innocent passing but never really worked because of who he was. “do i look like the type of guy to be a creep? don’t worry, i’m reckless not stupid.” julian tilted his head as he looked over at the sorority sister. was he actually being invited in? “sure, i could use the alcohol. he shrugged his shoulders casually, not stupid enough to pass up drinks with someone. “just as long as they’re not going to come down in their pj’s wanting to paint my nails.”
& justfxckus.
avery could tell that julian was a fuck boy and an asshole through and through. that is, if he never got to see julian’s softer side and became something more than just a piece of ass. but then again, avery wasn’t sure he wanted to be anything more than julian’s whore. avery wanted to be put in his place by the other, but he wanted julian to get mad enough to basically force him to do it. he liked seeing boys get that frustrated with his shit. “done and done,” avery said, pulling out his phone and pulling up his contacts. “we can have a fuck off. ten bucks says, you take one look at my ass, get rid of that slut and force your cock inside me, though,” avery teased while licking his lips. “but daddy, leaving would only make it easy on you.”
even if julian did want to wholeheartedly sleep with avery and not play any games he wouldn’t admit to it right away. the smaller boy was just lucky that he wasn’t using his powers, at least not yet. interested in the type of bet that the two could make, he stood up from his seat and walked on over to the other. “twenty bucks says you’ll moan my name instead of whoever you get to fuck you and beg me to do the job right.” julian almost wanted to risk everything and get someone off of grind’r to prove how willing e was to risk it, how sure he was that he was going to win, but he decided against it. instead he pulled up the contact of one of the baseball players, someone with an amazing mouth and an even better ass. “you can stay then, but only if we do this bet.” he turned his phone so that avery could see he already had his slut picked out, wiggling it teasingly.
& comfortablynumbs.
“Okay, true true. I could put these up like the day before Christmas and it’d all be okay,” she said, laughing to herself. She wasn’t exactly one to wait till the last minute to do things, but this year had moved along so quickly that she had completely forgotten what day it was. “But, I’m glad you’re in the Christmas spirit!” Maritza said excitedly. She was glad to hear the Christmas music playing in the background while they worked on decorations. She grabbed another ornament and placed it on the tree. “Good! You better stay festive and excited because I’ve got a lot of work to do!”
“You see! As long as you don’t let the whole world know that you only put them up a day before, what does it matter? You’re getting ready for the festive holidays anyway.” 2016 was both a rush and never ending for everyone. Mona understood how someone’s time could be swept up to the point that they even forgot to prepare for Christmas. “I’m always in the Christmas spirit! Hell, I’m always in every spirit.” She chuckled softly after hanging up the last stocking, moving over to the box of ornaments to help Maritza. “Don’t worry, I know what I got myself into!” Mona grabbed one of the ornaments and hung it up where she thought it’d be best on the tree.
“ tell me something, if i decide to rip damon apart LIMB FROM LIMB will you help me or stop me? ” the witch looked over at the blonde, someone who she had come to like the company of in mystic falls. she figured that lexi wouldn’t be opposed to the take down of damon salvatore, but at the end of the day eliza was never too sure in that small town. “ that ass tried to stab me with a silver knife while i was running earlier in the woods. sure i had taken on the form of a wolf, but every time i shift into someone less threatening i feel like one of those vegetarian vampires are going to try to drink from me. he’s starting to mess with the wrong witch if he thinks i’m not going to fight back. ” she had managed to shift just in time and use her magic to prevent him from doing any actual harm, but she was sick and tired of feeling like she had to walk on eggshells in this town. // @ripperdetoxer
& crowningkxngs.
artemis watched damian. what could possibly be so bad that he had to keep a secret from him. and then he saw it. he saw the other throwing a book up in the air and as it was ready to fall, it didn’t. he saw it, pages spread out, the book frozen up in the air. he blinked several times, realizing that his boyfriend was in fact a witch. this was a lot to take in. “you’re a witch?” he questioned, like he heard it wrong. but it had to be true. there was no other logical explanation there. he even admitted it. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispered. “this is a lot to process, which is true, but you could have still trusted me,” he said. he walked closer to the other, then he looked over at the book.
he didn’t even want to turn away from the book, he didn’t want to show artemis what he could do, but most of him knew that he had to. damian stood in silence for a couple of seconds that felt like hours. the witch was just gauging how his boyfriend would react to the whole thing, scared and half expecting artemis to just run away and not speak to him. after all his own father thought he was a freak when he found out. “i wanted to tell you for a long time know, i was going to, but it just never felt like the right time.” damian rose one hand in the direction of the book, unfreezing it and not even caring about the thud noise that it made when it hit the floor. “i knew i could’ve trusted you, i know i still can, but i didn’t want you to see me any different than you see me now...” his voice was low, something that was rare for him, as he reached out one of his hands for artemis’. “i do trust you, you know that right? this has more to do with me and my insecurities than you.”
& ofvacuity.
labels: volatile intricacies subject to change with any variation in pattern. saturday, he’s the sheriff’s son. defiant and restless / annoyingly talkative, hands in places they clearly shouldn’t be / mole-skinned, silver-tongued — he’s just a stiles. tuesday, he’s officially a 10-57, missing person. officially, but his pops knew in his heart of heart that something was awry. sheriff stilinski ? he’s a newly-initiated insomniac, a powder keg, a man who’s “too close to this case” and now forcibly on leave. and friday afternoon, tonight, his son will be a whopping 10-54, possible dead body and, upon further investigation of the scene —-— a 10-55, coroner’s case. previously a stiles, and now just a mutilated corpse / adorned in shades of carmine, dirt embedded beneath bitten nails, hair matted, body putrefying. how long has he been waiting for the cavalry to arrive ? his spirit appears here in front of the witch, his vigor unmatched. ❛ dude ! forgo the lesson planning and let the kids fend for themselves lord of the flies style — builds character. ❜ urgency taints his words, pallid hands packing fabricio’s desk for him. ❛ because we are gonna get FREE fried ice cream down the street — but, uh. it’s a, “get ‘em while they last” sort of deal, which means you’ve got to get off your ass like right now. c’mon !! ❜ @ofrosemary.
in the past couple of days he could only be described with one word, hermit. fabricio wasn’t getting enough sun or air because he was cramped into the apartment that he shared with julian, pale hands working constantly on the stack of papers that he had in front of him. he did have a talk with the sheriff on tuesday about stiles being missing, but the ghost-like male told the man not to worry that his son was probably out playing sheriff himself. after hearing the boy in front of him any of his past worries completely vanished into thin air. chapped lips pressed together as he looked up to glue his eyes onto stiles, wondering when he walked into the apartment. was he that distracted that he didn’t hear the door open or the other’s footsteps ?? that didn’t matter because the alabaster teen was his saving grace, his angel sent from above, his distraction from going crazy with all of the work. ❛ you’re lucky that i’ve already planned everything for all of my classes for at least the next two months. you could never be a teacher, you know that right ?? ❜ pearly white teeth are exposed as fabricio stiffed out a small laugh, standing up from the desk that was soon enough going to be cleared thanks to stiles. ❛ you know that stuff is bad for you right, that it can KILL you ?? ❜ yet he was still grabbing a hold of his jacket, slipping it on one arm at a time as he made sure that his wallets, phone, and keys were all in the pockets. ❛ i’m going to regret this, but let’s go. ❜
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& trcnqxil.
‘ you’ve used up all of your plead the fifths, so you better be paying attention next time, ’ he warns, albeit jokingly, although accompanying it with a mockingly serious glare. it wasn’t as if he had been talking about anything important ( just some complaints about his job && how people had been annoying the hell out of him ), so it wasn’t really that big of a deal. ‘ i have to make sure i get in my dibs early, before you become famous and all snotty. ’ vaughn takes another glance at the drawing, a certain amount of gratitude incited from it because wow, zachariah had actually spent time and energy doing something for him. ‘ just let me know when i can come see it, no rush. i feel so special. ’ with a hint of a smile he lifts a shoulder into a small shrug. ‘ new topic. you already missed five minutes of my spiel, i don’t want to repeat it. tell me about your designing thing, what’s new? exciting? important? ’
‘ i’m pretty sure you don’t just get a limited number of them, but i promise to pay attention to whatever it is you’re saying next time. ’ he did his best impression of puppy eyes that he could, even pursing out his bottom lip. he actually was curious about what was going on in vaughn’s life, clearly noticing that he was pissed, but a part of him hoped that the design would be enough to cheer him up. ‘ even when my name is being said all over the red carpet i’m never going to get snotty, or at least too snotty. ’ now it was his time to joke around. plus if the design didn’t work then there were countless of other ideas running through zachariah’s head. ‘ you should feel special. i’ll let you know when i finish it, shoot you a text or something so you can come model it for me. ’ turning on the couch, his whole body now facing the blonde, he nodded slowly. ‘ new topic it is. oh, my deigning? um it’s going pretty good. i just entered a competition in my class with the top five students, whoever wins gets to have their piece walk down a runway on a actual model. how about you, anything new? ’
& your-lonely-boys.
‘I’ll have to come up with a few.’ Jimmy teased as he stood there, enjoying the hot water rolling over his chest. He leaned over and grabbed the other loofah hanging near the shampoos and began doing the same, rubbing the material over the man’s toned body and leaving nice trails of soap over his body in its wake.
“Do you think that you can though?” For a couple of seconds Luciano’s eyes closed, enjoying both the feeling of the water against his tense body and Jimmy’s hands and the loofah. A part of him even wanted to stay like that the whole night, skip the charity event all together. He continued to soap up the boy’s body, moving his hands down and around to his lower back before slipping them down to his ass.
starter call. the muse page is officially updated, bringing my count up to twenty-two muses. if you have a preference for the starter just reply !! i’m open to making it more than one muse per thread or multiple starters.
& justfxckus.
being called a whore was something that avery had actually gotten use to, surprisingly. or maybe not so surprisingly, as julian made it pretty clear that just about everyone knew what a whore he was. he was just glad that he had plenty of things to say that backed him up with the fact that most of julian’s friends had taken his ass for a spin. avery could seduce just about any guy, no matter how straight or unwilling they were at the beginning. his ass was too great to be denied. “a challenge? what, you don’t think i’m a challenge? give me a break. i’ve got three of your buddies on standby. you have to work for my ass. not the other way around,” he teased. while it was true, he fully intended on doing whatever he needed to do to get julian. “guess so,” avery said with a shrug, turning away from the attractive male.
treating people how he thought they should be treated was never going to change for julian. he thought that avery was a whore and while in his mind whores weren’t that much different than normal people, he felt like avery needed to be put in his place. he didn’t care how many of his friends banged him and mentioned how good he’d feel, at the end of the day avery was just another slut that wanted to bend over for him. julian would be dammed if he didn’t make someone at least work for it. “then why don’t you text one of them to come fuck you? hell they can meet you right here and i can call one of my usual sluts to fuck fuck right here as well. that way we’ll prove to each other that neither of us need to work to get off.” he was already taking his phone out, legs spreading even father apart. “if you’re going, don’t let the door hit you on your way out, princess.” julian’s voice was laced with both a teasing aspect, but also a sarcastic tone, as he looked over at avery.
& trcnqxil.
‘ coffee. i need coffee immediately, ’ he grunts in fabricio’s general direction. disheveled, groggy, and having made the terrible choice of only wearing a raggedy old pair of sweatpants, he took a seat next to his friend’s brother without much thought. even when he was awake hayden had never been particularly good at first impressions, his attempt now was shoddy at best. ‘ you must be the brother. and this must be your apartment. ’ a simple glance to the stranger ended up being a longer-than-intended observation, long and slow ( damn it ), although he looked properly confused ( as if he hadn’t expected fabricio’s brother to look like that ) so hopefully it didn’t look as bad as it was in his head. ‘ hayden. thank you for letting me crash here, i appreciate it. as soon as my heater is fixed i’ll remove myself from the situation. promise. ’ fixating his gaze elsewhere, somewhere safer, his arm is folded atop the counter as he rests his forehead against it. the last thing he wanted to explain was why he was not that subtly looking at his friend’s brother with said friend in the room at eight in the morning. he would blame it on the sleep deprivation. ‘ i could use some food, yeah. what can you make? ’
there was no doubt in julian’s mind that fabricio would get the other male’s coffee, so he didn’t even bother moving. he was already curious about the whoel arrangement since when he brought someone over they always ended up sleeping together and sharing the same bed. maybe hayden was just a friend after all. a friend of fabricio’s wouldn’t have to impress him as much as a boyfriend would have, but he still wasn’t sure about the man. ‘ what clued you in on that realization, captain obvious? was it the fact that i’m the only other person in this apartment or that fabricio has mentioned his much more attractive twin brother by name? ’ his eyes were almost glued onto hayden, but that was only because he couldn’t seem to stop looking. why was he looking so damn much and why did he actually look attractive while doing so? ‘ don’t worry about it, apparently i’m one of the best good Samaritans around. feel free to stay as long as you’d like. this place is as much fabricio’s as mine, or so he likes to believe. ’ he leaned back on the chair, furrowing his brows together as he still kept his eyes on hayden. julian never really cared if someone noticed he kept looking at them. ‘ he likes when he says he knows how to make waffles, i’m the one that does those, but he’s pretty good with everything else. ’ the eldest of the brothers took a long sip of his coffee, finally feeling himself waking up even more. he rose one of his arms to scratch the back of his head, finally looking away from hayden and towards his brother.
' one large mug of coffee coming right up. ’ luckily for hayden and julian, fabricio had his back turned to both of them. he took the largest mug that was cleaned and rinsed it in the sink before serving the coffee. after making sure that it was sweetened enough, but still strong and black, fabricio walked on over to the table and set it in front of hayden. ‘ here you go, man. ’ the youngest of the three quickly tried his best to lock eyes with julian, having to get his attention and mouthed the words be nice. for a second fabri wondered just how bad it would be to leave the two alone. after seeing hayden’s head resting on the table and julian basically death staring him he started to get worried. he still moved around the kitchen, from the cabinets to the fridge, and set everything that he needed to make breakfast on the counter beside the sink. they were all ingredients to make pancakes, eggs, and eggs. ‘ i actually make a mean pancake and till this day haven’t gotten a complain on my eggs and bacon. i’m making all three anyway so just let me know how you want your eggs. ’ he started mixing several items in a bowl for the pancake, making sure that the batter was good enough.
