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[purpleprosing]

ambrose​:

felix.

it’s the first thing that comes to mind when he hears that voice  —  a voice that often whispers in his daydreams , in dreams that leave him achingly hard or in tears when he awakens. 

‘ felix. ’ he hears himself utter , almost breathless. but he doesn’t turn to face him , not when he feels his flesh prickle with goosebumps just from hearing his fucking voice. everything’s forgotten for a moment until an echo of felix’s statement taunts him  —  mama , can you come tuck me in ? 

the phone call from earlier comes back to him , and ambrose remembers to breath. ‘ i— i have to go. ’

felix is the name he adopted among the humans. among demons and angels he’s more accustomed to being called -- “anael.“ it’s a reminder of the lines they’ve crossed by fucking around. if he was judged so harshly for sleeping with humans, felix wonders how terribly he’d be crucified for intimacy with this devil.

“but really--” now he moves, shadows shifting on his face and behind him on the asphalt as he stops next to ambrose, head cocked as he pushes, “you can call me anything you like. you don’t have to be so cold.“

the fingers of his right hand curl and tighten over ambrose’s wrist. “you don’t have to be in such a hurry, rosie.“

[prlparadis]

for @purpleprosing​

exhaustion creeps up on him ,even when he’s barely out the door. it’s already half past one in the morning when he exits nox  —  having had to leave work early because of a sleepy phone call wishing him home. ambrose has to pause along the way , swallowing down hard when he recalls earlier  —  how he’s had to tell his kids that they couldn’t come to work. instead , he’s had to leave them with a cheap phone and instructions he repeats twice or even thrice , before locking the door behind him as he leaves. it’s been difficult , but he manages — they managed and they will continue to do so until .. until.

the night was quiet , nothing but drunks and other supernatural out on the prowl. ambrose has his head down , keeping to himself and counting steps under his breath until he pauses  —  lingering when he catches a whiff of something .. something familiar.

[purpleprosing]

the angel smells of vodka and smoke, and the lingering mint of gum in his mouth as his teeth work it soft, slouching easy and boneless against the wall of a bar he didn’t bother learning the name of. rotating doors. these buildings all held the same things inside them -- liquor and the promise of sex and sweat, the easy and fickle affection of sheets cooled and abandoned by the morning.

the door opens again, and felix pays half-attention until he catches the stranger’s profile at the corner of his eye. he knows that face, he knows that body, and felix’s full attention shifts like a heated weight to the demon in the dark.

“is it your bedtime?“ felix hums. the angel doesn’t move. simply watches, breaching the distance between them with words instead of touch. “do you need me to tuck you in?”

[purpleprosing]

gingcrsnvps​:

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This guy smelled different, but Ging attributed to his clear extravagant taste. Probably some cologne with extract of bull testacies or something of that nature. Cracking open her own the redhead quickly began slurping as the foam before it could quite spill over the top. You’ve no idea. Ever since Jen’s turn Ginger’s life was filled with nothing but bad luck it seemed. It was only fitting that some would rub off on others. There was a small snicker that she couldn’t help but let out. “Serves you right for buying shoes that cost that much.” 

“are you kink shaming my appetite for nice shoes?“ felix laughs, taking a sip. his face twists immediately. dr. pepper? the abomination of sodas. he drops the can into the nearest bin and contemplates setting it on fire.

“haven’t seen you around town before.“ a lie. “you new?”

[fikazephyr]

julian has never been one to let things simmer. as soon as he could, he had someone run to western salem to investigate his suspicions. he stands in front of his desk in city hall the morning after the blackout, various pictures of eastrath woods and hearthstone crypt spread on top of an open envelope on the wooden surface. city hall’s design thankfully allowed plenty of nautral light into the building, so lighting wouldn’t be of any concern until later. he glances up at the sound of approaching footsteps coming down to hallway. his eyes land on the doorway before the visitor arrives. “hello.” before they’re in eyeshot, he calmly swipes the photographs together and closes them in the folder. “can i help you with something?”

[purpleprosing]

ammon is well trained.

knock before entering, announce yourself, bring a gift. the vampire raps his knuckles on the wood. raises his voice, “it’s ammon, sir.” then strolls in to set a boxed pocket watch on julian’s desk. he’s well aware that the older vampire shuns formalities and prefers to be called by name -- but ammon would rather bite off his own tongue. he doesn’t consider himself worthy quite yet of calling julian by name.

“there’s--” he hesitates. “a bit of a problem. an overzealous young vampire didn’t quite finish off his prey.” ammon extends his right hand, palm up, blood on skin and caking between the webs of his fingers. “the human can be saved if we wish. or i can put him out of his misery. the latter would be more kind.”

[vndersons]

“Goddamnfuckingsonofabitchpieceofshit”, the girl mumbled, arm stuck all the was up the machine. To anyone, especially the person behind her, it would look as if she was trying to steal one. However this is simply not the case. “It took my money”, she moaned and groaned, her fingers brushing against the cold can. “Twice.” With a clank, all her efforts seemed to be worth it. Pulling her arm out, two cans came down with a clink! Turning around, brandishing the extra soda as if it was an explanation in and of it’s self she gave them an awkward grin. “See.”

[purpleprosing]

anael’s mouth hooks up. his teeth are too white, too even, and his words lilt in an accent  both foreign and familiar. “are you trying to make me complicit in your crime? i’m too pretty for jail.” but he takes the can anyway. hooks his thumb under the tab and flicks it up -- releasing the shaken up soda in a froth of fizz.

it drips on his prada macro brushed sneakers.

“ah, shit.” he laments. “these cost a grand. you’re bad luck, love.”

[kailogia]

Keep your face always toward the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you.

[maleksrami]

Happy 38th Birthday, Rami Malek! [May 12th, 1981]

“I used to spend a lot of time alone as a kid, creating characters and doing voices in my room, and I thought to myself, I’m either going to go absolutely nuts, or I’m going to find something to put that energy into.”

[purpleprosing]

《  rami malek. cismale, he/him. fields of gold – eva cassidy   》 oh my, there goes AMMON GAMAL. the 38/232 year old VAMPIRE is currently working as COVEN LEADER / COUNCIL MEMBER. they’ve been in salem, ma for 56 years. they are known around town as THE SOVEREIGN. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be DEVOTED and PRAGMATIC while also being ARCHAIC and OBSTINATE, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

aesthetics: leather bound books with pages yellowed by age, slowly trickling sand in an hourglass, the play of shadows obscuring a man’s face, a coiled and venomous snake tracking your movement

summary: ammon is nothing if not dedicated. it’s this almost zealous faith and devotion to his master and progeny that earned him the coveted position of secondhand and mayor-by-proxy in the absence of the vampires’ real leader. but these traits that make him an invaluable part of his coven also alienate him from other species. his choice of neutrality was made out of self-preservation. he refuses to align his coven until one each side shows their hand and there’s a clear winner, and the callouses time has made over his heart shields him from those who would judge him for this .

headcanons:

despite his age he’s quite savvy with electronics and collects the newest models.

dislikes animals of any kid. He’s fastidious in his dress, partial to black, and fur on his clothing annoys him.

prefers to drink from volunteers, not blood bags. he’s old fashioned in that regard.

[purpleprosing]

《  kim jongin. demiguy, he/him/they/them. buzzed - ¿Téo?  》 oh my, there goes FELIX LEE/ANAEL. the 27/UNKNOWN year old ANGEL is currently working as a  REALITY DATING SHOW DIRECTOR. they’ve been in salem, ma for 2 years. they are known around town as THE LOTHARIO. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be MAGNANIMOUS and INNOVATIVE while also being FICKLE and IMPERIOUS, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

aesthetics: the sticky press of glossed lips on your inner thigh, words more breath than sound warming the shell of your ear, gold speckled feathers scattering in the air as a figure leans close

summary:

how unfair — anael thinks. that the angels are denied the rest of god’s creations due to duty. the mortals are allowed fallacies and gifted forgiveness, their countless imperfections drawing sympathy and favoritism from their god while the angels are held to the higher standard of deities. but anael wants. he NEEDS. he isn’t pure like rafael, or honorable like michael. and whose fault is it but his own creator’s that he was shaped with a wicked, wanting heart? for now he is punished. but anael is certain that the time will come when the other angels will see reason. after all — how can a creation be blamed for how they were created?

headcanons:

he is terrible at remembering names of mortals. doesn't see the need to. after all -- these creatures are grains of sand in the endless sea of time. so he settles for epithets instead. calls them sweetheart, darling, lovely. if he recalls a mortal's name they have caught and held his interest.

they play at neutral but leans towards earth's fighters, often helping them in secret then denying having been involved at all.

has several children among the mortals though he doesn’t keep track of all of them.

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