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💆 - sender gives the receiver a back rub -- Grim

"I really hope you can get to the one spot that's been bothering me..."

grimshawx:

“That spot being what exactly? Why don’t you just relax and let me handle it for you?” He’d wiggle his fingers at the other, though he would like to think he was fairly good t massaging muscles it was definitely an excuse to get closer to him. “Has the library been stressful to you lately?” He’d feign concern even though he wasn’t the least bit of it.

“It’s in my lower back, a little off center, to the left,” he mumbled as he remained motionless, waiting to see if Grim’s hands would offer any benefit and comfort to him. At the question, he shrugged. “Not particularly, I’m still working through all the collection, making sure we have an accurate inventory for it, but...maybe it’s been a little stressful.”

#c:grim

mannythejaguar:

“I doubt it’ll help,” Manny said, his voice sounding almost far off as he intently watched every motion of the faerie. He was enchanted by the effortless fluidity of Remy’s movements, even with something as simple as just making tea. Was it a faerie thing or was it just his heat affecting his mind? He was aware of the effect faes had on other beings after living with two of them for a while. He stood up then from his seat and strode over towards Remy, not shy about getting close to the librarian as he reached into a cabinet for a spare mug for himself. “We can give it a shot,” he added, glancing at the unseelie out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head a moment later, green eyes roaming deliberately over the other’s delicate yet gorgeous form, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip. “Unless…” The shifter took a step forward, watching Remy intently like a predator honed in on potential prey. “You’d be up for another method of soothing the symptoms of heat?”

There was something edgy about the way Manny looked at him and Remy wasn’t in the least bit shying away from it. The uneelie fae was a fan of eyee being on him, perhaps with different circumstances, he’d enjoy it even more, but attention was attention in this moment. Keeping an ear out for the kettle, he tilted his head to the side, eyes never wavering from his fellow co-worker. He was handsome, even on a day where he wasn’t fully going through heat. But there was something that made him tingle at the sight of him now, predatory and restrained. At the proposal of soothing him without the tea, Remy smiled and tilted his head to the side. “Would I be able to assist in that way?”

#c:manny #heat week:january

💆 - sender gives the receiver a back rub -- Grim

"I really hope you can get to the one spot that's been bothering me..."

#c:grim

krovscastlerpg

It’s a special Valentine’s Day Ask Tuesday! To participate, just reblog this post and remember to send asks to the other players participating!

Valentine’s Day Alphabet

send some letters to find out more about my muse !

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

A Valentine’s Application

copy and paste and fill out this form in my muse’s inbox if you’d like to be their valentine!

your name:

your age:

your perfect date:

make out in private or in public?:

do you like to cuddle?:

tell me something about you:

why do you want to be my valentine?:

Platonic Valentine’s Day Meme

send a symbol for sender’s muse to do something for/with the receiver’s muse! all of these are meant to be platonic, but slap a +❤️ after it to make it romantic. and if you want to reverse it, add +🔄!

🎁 - sender gives the receiver a present

🍫 - sender gives the receiver a box of chocolates/candy

💐 - sender gives the receiver flowers

🍽️ - sender takes the receiver out to dinner

🍿 - sender watches a movie with the receiver

✂️ - sender does crafts with the receiver

☕ - sender gets coffee with the receiver

🎤 - sender and receiver sing karaoke

💆 - sender gives the receiver a back rub

👟 - sender and receiver go on a walk

🍳 - sender and receiver cook a meal together

🧩 - sender and receiver do a puzzle

💃 - sender and receiver go dancing

⭐ - sender and receiver go stargazing

☀️ - sender and receiver see the sunset/sunrise

😌 - sender and receiver have a spa/pamper day

❄️ - sender and receiver are snowed in

⛄ - sender and receiver play in the snow

🎲 - sender and receiver play a game

🚙 - sender and receiver go on a trip

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@remy-authier

While the library wasn’t somewhere Shaw found himself usually, after all there were so many more interesting places in the castle walls- after all, the basement is what most masters came for but who was he to deny himself the curiosity that came with such an invitation as the one he got from a certain fay? His fingers ran along the spines of the books in the shelf as he walked between them, giving a soft little tilt of his head at some of those titles as he moved. He wasn’t in a rush to find the other- though his eyes did seem to flick out to glance around the library to look for that pretty hair that the other had promised as he moved closer to the center of the quiet library.

Perhaps he could make the other beg right here? Who would hear? Well actually quite a bit- one could never tell who was listening in a place like this. Still it was a nice enough fantasy. His hand finally dropped from the shelf as he walked towards the next one.

“My, my, what magical words to I have to say to summon up a fae so in love with books? With pretty hair as lovely as his magic?” He said, rather loudly. That Scottish accent strong, even after all those years.

remy-authier

Remy was leaning against one of the tables towards the back of the library, one of his feet up on the arm of the chair as he sorted through a stack of books that needed to be returned to the shelves. He needed to make sure all of these were going to the right section. And while the faerie loved his job and these books he got to look after, he couldn’t help but feel a tad distracted today. With his attention venturing to the door to the library every so often, ears waiting to pickup the sound of footsteps or a voice if he missed the entrance -- it was hard to keep himself focused on the simple task at hand.

However, it didn’t seem like he had to wait all that long for his visitor to make himself known. Listening to him speak, Remy almost melted where he leaned. The accent was reminiscent of his time in university at St. Andrews. As he straightened his posture, standing and beginning the trek to follow the sound of the master’s voice, he took measured steps, not even a little hurried as he meandered forward and into the stacks.

“I think it’s something like ‘Gosh, these books are magnificently sorted. What a wonderful librarian there must be.’“ His tone was playful as his long locks of wavy brown hair fell over his shoulders.

#c:shaw

witchysethharper:

Seth scratched at his chin as he listened to Remy, more than open to hearing his thoughts. After all, dude hadn’t led him astray so far on finding what he needed. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he witnessed the first book he pulled out, his interest definitely piqued. “That’s sick,” he said, smirking. Binding demons would certainly come in handy as knowledge. “Think I’ll take that. Does it mention anything about, uh, demon contracts and getting out of them?” The young witch paused and then quickly added, “Y’know, just out of curiosity.” Because he definitely wasn’t the type to make deals with demons.

Peering curiously back at the witch, Remy took a long moment of considering all the notes he’d written while reviewing the text and shook his head. “That is something not covered in The Testament of Solomon,” the Frenchman replied. “Although, I think the next book may teach you how to do something like that. I can’t say if it worked or not considering the family who owned this was wiped out eventually.” Pulling out a thick, black book with aged yellow and brown pages, bound by leather, he set it down. The book itself was tattered, clearly showing markings of time, self edits and the crass addition of more pages and sections over time. “This is the Dejardins Grimoire. I’m sure you’re very familiar with grimoires and their significance as a family spellbook, essentially. This actually speaks a lot about demons. The family clearly had a lot of interactions with one in particular so I think this might be what you’re looking for.”

#c:seth

garethbradbury:

Gareth sighed quietly and lowered himself more into the pool, already noting the way he could feel his heat creeping back. A warmth the cool water wasn’t touching, a tightening in his stomach. “That was the plan.” He replied, eyeing the other man and trying to place him, knowing he’d seen him around before. Staff, if he remembered right. “Probably wasn’t the beset idea to leave the suite.”

He hummed back in reply to the master. “Perhaps, but there’s nothing wrong with getting some fresh air and taking a dip,” he pointed out before swimming to the closest pool wall and leaning his back against it. The cool tile that hit his warm skin at the back of his neck sent goosebumps along his neck and the portion of his shoulders and chest that the water wasn’t covering. He shivered just slightly before looking back at the other, a playful tone in his voice as he spoke up again. “A break from all the excitement isn’t so bad.”

#c:gareth #heat week:january

mannythejaguar:

Manny thought some space alone might clear his head so that he could effectively do his job for the rest of the day. Now that he thought about that, it was clearly bullshit. He’d gone through approximately 28 heats in his lifetime before this and nothing really changed just because he’d recently become a guard in Krovs. Heat still fucking sucked and he should just go home.

He looked up as he saw someone join the break room, recognizing the librarian he’d seen around a few times. Manny kept his gaze trained on Remy like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce, waiting the faerie move about the kitchen and prepare his tea. It was only when he was noticed that he reverted back to a more human state of mind and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I mean…yeah,” he answered, managing a slight grin that was probably more of a grimace. “Heat week sucks but I’m used to it. Just need to, y’know…deal with it and I’ll be good.”

The faerie wasn’t convinced it was that simple. Biological things were never as simple as “holding out.” And having at least been around the sun seven decades, he could comfortably bet that heats were no exception to that observation. But he didn’t voice that and instead nodded his head thoughtfully. As the kettle finally beeps, he turned around to grab his blue ceramic mug and pour the boiling water into it. And so goes his handmade teabag.

Once he turned back around to face the jaguar, he held up a second bag of tea. “Shall I make you some as well? No caffeine and has chamomile. It’ll soothe rather than agitate or stimulate.” His dark brown eyes gave one cursory glance over his entire appearance before leveling back on his face. “Since you seem to be insisting on working instead of…riding out your heat.”

#c:manny #heat week:january

(from Iah)

To Mr. Authier,

May your day be bright. I do not believe we have spoken before and I must apologize for this oversight. My name is Iah Yang and I am a guest at the castle. Should you be free at some time, I would be honored should you join me for a meal or walk.

Sincerely,

Iah Yang

To Mr. Yang,

It is absolutely pleasant to receive your letter! My day instantaneously brightened following each stroke of the pen as it pushed to the next letter. I am free for a meal tomorrow afternoon. Does this work for you?

Waiting eagerly for your response,

Remy Authier x x

#c:iah

garethbradbury:

Gareth’s gaze skimmed down along the other man’s body when he undressed, a spark of hunger in the aswang’s gaze the only sign right now that he was in heat. The master was sated enough at the moment, but there was no guarantee that would last very long, but that was something everyone in the castle had to deal with during heat week. He lowered himself more into the water, relieved that it seemed to be helping somewhat, and waved off the apology quickly. “If you were bothering me, I would have told you to leave.” Gareth replied with a shrug, amused that the other man seemed almost skittish. “You’re fine.”

“Good,” he said with a nod, his smile broadening just a bit. As he tipped his head back to fully wet his hair, he sighed at the feeling. The water was still cold to his skin, not yet at a comfortable temperature, but it felt nice. Like he was getting a refreshing jolt to continue with the rest of his day. With the wet hair tie at his wrist, he quickly gathered his hair into a loose bun, one that set low at the nape of his neck. “Needed some time away to cool off too?”

#c:gareth #heat week:january

garethbradbury

Heat week was turning out to be a bit easier than it usually was for Gareth, though having three slaves around the suite at his beck and call probably helped out with that. Sure, he had to be a little more careful with Silver so that he didn’t end up accidentally snapping the human in half by accident, but Gareth was feeling a little more in control of himself by the time he left the suite. The aswang was still feeling on edge and snappy, but less likely to pounce on the first person he ran into, so he was making his way toward the pool with every intention of just cooling off and relaxing unless he ran into someone along the way.

He sank down into the water with a sigh, his arms resting on either side of the pool and his head tilted back, feeling content. It didn’t take long to feel someone’s eyes on him, though, and the master lifted his head, staring right back at the other man. Gareth raised an eyebrow at them, amused. “You gonna keep fucking staring or are you gonna join me?”

@krovscastlestarters

remy-authier

The smells around the castle during heat week were a lot for the faerie. Heightened pheromones and scents mingling together usually made it hard for Remy to focus on much else outside the library. Which is why he tended to go for a swim. He found the cleaning agents used to keep the pool pristine was good for neutralizing any scents. At least for his nose that was the case. Upon his arrival though, he realized he wasn’t the only one going for a swim. In fact, as he stared, he realized this was a master. No collar. Should he ask if it was okay to use the pool while he was there? The manners required for surviving around the castle were still a tad confu--

At the acknowledgment from the other, Remy nodded, quickly setting his towel on a bench against the wall, sliding out of his pool sandals and the hoodie he wore. A bare torso, swim trunks stopping mid thigh and bare legs. Fingers crossed this wouldn’t be too much of a problem. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you during your down time, I promise it’ll be like I’m not even here,” he replied as he climbed into the pool and crouched just enough to have the water come up to his neck. Perhaps hiding himself just a little bit out of nervousness.

#c:gareth #heat week:january

Days like today were one in a million. When his to-do list was crossed off before lunchtime and all he really had to do was keep the library open for those who wanted to visit or check out a book or two--he really couldn’t complain too much. But Remy decided that sitting and waiting for visitors was lame and he could take a break. Hence him standing over an electric kettle, armed with a green tea bag and waiting for the kettle to beep and inform him it was ready.

It was only then that he smelled it. Thick and hanging in the air. Was it already that time of month? Heat week seemed to come fast and faster each time around the castle. Turning a bit, his hip digging into the countertop as he leaned against it, he eyed another staff member. A guard. “You...pardon me for asking but I can smell it so I can only imagine, but...are you okay?”

@mannythejaguar

#c:manny #heat weak:january

grimshawx:

The smirk on his face turned dark as the object of his searching finally revealed himself to him, he leaned up against the counter as he eyed him openly once he gotten into view. He chuckled, “Perhaps you and I can take a wander to one of those playrooms, hm? Get you out of this stuffy and boring library you seemed to love so much.” The demon purred, moving away from where he had been standing to zero in on his current subject of his obsession. He did his best not to divuldge into his head, find out what makes him shake and tremble in fear. It was hard, but he had to play nicely while visiting the castle. Raphael’s word only goes so far if he pushes the boundaries too much. “What do you say, we could have so much fun if you just allowed me the chance.”

Remy stared back at him, eyes focused and head tilted ever so slightly. “Stuffy is a good sign of books that will last longer,” he replied, somewhat randomly starting with the stuffy comment. He didn’t know why he wanted to start there, but he did so. “Secondly, you seem to always visit when I’m on the clock. So, darling, no we cannot wander to one of those playrooms to get me out of my workplace. Besides, I have a delivery of books coming in that I cannot miss.” He leaned forward just a fraction more, eyes staring up at the demon. He was devilishly handsome, there was no way to lie about that. But naturally the faerie didn’t quite trust this demon. At least not when he knew so little of him. “I say it sounds wonderful, but I have a packed schedule today.”

#c:grim #i love grim already

raidenproulx:

“The fuck am I gonna do while you go change, wait?” Raiden growled in response. He moved down the hall heading out of the castle and to the garage where he had a number of vehicles, most of them black. He went to the modified black jeep pulling the door open for Remy and helping him in before getting in on his own side giving the younger a wicked grin. “No one ever told you not to get in the car with a stranger huh?” Raiden sure to flash a bit of fang because he sure as hell was going to be drinking some of his passenger before the night was over. Not enough to kill him, obviously, but he could get Remy real close to death. He wasn’t new to doing that kind of thing.

Shifting the jeep into gear he headed into town. “Where you wanna go first. Get you something better to wear or get a drink?” He asked.

Hearing the growl at the questions did something to Remy as he listened to his response. And as he followed him into the garage area and to a rather large black jeep. It looks equipped to handle any kind of terrain and he then wondered exactly where they would go, what they would do. Once he made it into the vehicle safely, thanks to Raiden’s help, he buckled himself in and before he knew it, they were off. The wicked grin and the words sent shivers up his spine and Remy wasn’t even scared so much as he was intrigued. “I’ve been told plenty of times. I’m a hard head that has to learn the hard way, I suppose,” Remy replied, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile that held all his hopes for this evening.

Pondering over his options, the faerie tilted his head to the side before shifting a bit to look back at Raiden driving. The muscles in his arm as he held the wheel, the profile of his face--he was taking it all in for a moment, no longer even considering his options. “I better get something prettier to wear. It’s against the rules to eat before going shopping for clothes, you know?”

#c:raiden

witchysethharper

Seth finally had a minute during his lunch break on work to go visit the castle library. He was already a pretty frequent visitor of this particular section; he enjoyed the peace and quiet since not a whole lot of the castle guests came here to read books. Normally Seth was interested in the fantasy or fiction section for his own entertainment, although today he was on a different sort of mission – one that he’d made sure the librarian Remy knew. He was on the hunt for something in particular that was supposed to be coming into Krovs and with the council providing new and rare content regularly, he hoped it would be there today.

“Afternoon, Remy,” he greeted the unseelie fae as he strode into the library, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “Anything new come in recently? Like…magic-related? Specifically on enchantments and, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Demons?”

@remy-authier

remy-authier

Remy was already grinning when Seth walked through the door. But at his question, the faerie was practically giddy. Seth so far had been the only visitor of the library to actually ask exactly what he was looking for. And as the librarian moved through his expansive contacts through the rare book world, he was able to find a couple of things that might interest the witch.

“So, I have a couple of items that fit those. I know we spoke about at least one of these texts, but I’ll start with something I found and thought you’d like to at least read through it,” he replied, moving toward a box at his desk. A book, covered in brown paper, he carefully unveiled it as he swiveled back to face Seth. “This is the Testament of Solomon. It details the story of a demon who bothered one of King Solomon’s favorite workers and how he bound demons to help build a temple. Fascinating stuff really. All translated from the ancient Greek text.”

#c:seth

grimshawx

The library wasn’t one of his places he frequented often, the only reason he ever meandered there was for one person and that was the librarian who worked there. Gorgeous as ever, he found himself coming to plague him with his presence any time he was up at the castle. Which in fairness to the poor soul wasn’t very often, with large swath of time in between each visit. For now he found himself leaning over the counter, several books laid open around him as he mindless flipped through the pages. Nothing of interest was getting any of his attention, the words only blurred to form on long smudge across the pages as he made any attempt to read them. “How can you stand this stuff?” The queston was rhetorical, he had no interest in actually knowing what the other liked. No, he wanted to know what made him piss himself when alone in the dark. That could have been easily done with his ability to read his thoughts, dig into his subconcious to find out, but he would rather do it the harder way. “You’re far too beautiful to be locked away with dusty old books from bygone eras.” He’d dramatically sigh as he closed a book.

@remy-authier

remy-authier

So far, it had been a productive day for the unseelie faerie. He’d finished up organizing the biographies and the rare book section was nearly ready to start the inventory process. And just as Remy thought now would probably be a good time to stop and read a book in the quiet corner where his desk existed, he heard the door. Hair up but tendrils of wavy brown hair framing his face, he called out a greeting but kept himself hidden between the shelves as he pulled a couple of books. And that’s when he realized who the visitor was. It started with the asinine question of how he could “stand” this “stuff.” Stepping from around one of the book shelves, he stared at Grim before he heard another statement leave his mouth. Rolling his eyes playfully, a smile barely there on his lips, he turned fast to attempt to hide that. “Darling, you sound very lost. Have you missed one of the playrooms by taking a right too many?”

#c:grim #let this tit for tat begin

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