what screams are made of

Rowan Maxim Ivar. podcast host. would be druid. tattoo artist. one man mystery inc. witch.

[rowanivar]

Mystery Inkorporated 

If you’re downtown and passing by to get to any of the local bars, blink and you’ll miss the large neon green sign on the front window. ‘Mystery Inkorporated is a small shop, on the outside it doesn’t look like much but on the inside it’s covered in art. As is the owner, Rowan M. Ivar, who can be found booking client after client into the early evenings. Despite the size of the shop, despite only having two employees, the shop sees all kinds of people at all times of day. The rumor is that it’s popular with supernatural on account of the artist’s having a particular ink that sets in despite someone’s affliction, you never know who could be in the chair. 

[sybellax]

"That lil psychopath?" There's a faux shock expression on her lips and she's enjoying this, feels as if she's the cat that caught the canary. A lift of her shoulder and her words drawl. "He smashes bottles on the regular, is a gay from the circle of violence and unhinged is totally sexy." She keeps her voice disattached because she won't say it that he needs something dangerous after burying two partners. "You'll have fun but I wouldn't expect him to be your husband." Which after going from a committed relationship with two solid people to a demon that enjoyed dirty and vicious casual sex might have more harm for his risk assessment than he's considered but it feels too gross to say outloud.

[rowanivar]

Well they're certainly having fun, that's for sure. "We've um, kind of been starting something." He's sure she knows, she's very perceptive and he's not quite been subtle with all the glances in the bartender's direction while he's been at the club. It's kind of....Rowan hopes it doesn't look too much like pining from where she's sitting. It's moreso he's putting himself in Arturo's space in the sense that if he wants him around, he'll gravitate towards him. Or won't forget about him. Something like that. "It's just fun, I think."

[destinedgray]

Eyes widened, lips parted. "Bubbly?" Laughter - loud and unrestrained spilled out. He supposed Rowan hadn't seen Evelina go absolutely feral before. Few were the lives that Erish led in which she wasn't led by some form of violence, but the druidess was also far more complex then that. Gentle, pensive and bubbly could be used to describe her, just not out-loud without Aren thinking of the former Valkyrie charging into battle with a blood-curdling scream of rage. "... Oof," he breathed out, wiping what would have been a tear in his right eye, laughter dying away into chuckles. "I'm glad you met her," he said more sincerely. "I sometimes wonder the same thing." He grinned and sat back a little more comfortably. "What about you? You're never personal on the podcast and I haven't heard about anyone in your life like that. I guess we never really had the best chances to be deep."

[rowanivar]

Rowan's looking at Andreas and he's fine talking about Evy, he's fine talking about everyone else's relationships, but his own are still a soft spot. Because yeah he'd just gone through a break up, but before the breakup there'd been grieving with his other partner. He still can't think too hard about Gabriel, can't help but feel this ache in his chest when he rolls over and the dhampir isn't there because he was adamant he spend the night despite him working late. And then there's this string of dates, if one could even call them that. "Not too much right now, trying to kind of put myself back out there, you know?" For the briefest second, he thinks about Arturo and all of their glances at Flirt and that's all out of the question.

[releasedtristan]

Tristan managed to hide the disappointment in his eyes. Conjuration? It wasn't one of the magic schools that he'd ever tried to focus on so he hadn't the practice nor the interest. However, his memory retained his the books word-from-word and he supposed it would be in the coven's best interest if Rowan got a firm grasp on something besides household spells.

"Well, you summoned already so I guess that makes sense." Tristan pulled up a chair without any prompt and sat himself down. "So that's the biggest thing you've managed to conjure so far and what's the most complicated? Besides a demon. And big doesn't always equal complicated... there are advanced 10 year olds that can conjure inflatable pool rafts."

[rowanivar]

"Nothing too complicated, mostly stuff from my apartment down to the shop, figure that's safe." Papers he's forgotten, his phone, all little things as to not have to trek upstairs and ruin his workflow. Little battles, little accomplishments, that's what he has at the moment. That and handcuffs, he can summon those but that's for a hopeful next encounter with Arturo. But Tristan didn't need to know about that. What did those 10 year old's need a pool raft for? "I figure maybe something offensive or defensive might come in handy? Just not sure what." He's basically sitting there, pouring over books and fishing to see what was actually useful.

[hotfamousshirtlessmen]

[raffaelexfiore]

@rowanivar location: Mystery Stink (Two in The) notes: tattoo connect

Hoe era was in full effect, and Raffaele knew it well. "The hickey is a dead giveaway, you know." Raffaele pointed out as he moved to take a seat in the chair; he'd been debating for a while on what to get as a way of remembering Kaan; it wasn't like the witch would ever forget his father, and he didn't have a pile of conspicuous tattoos beside the flowers on his forearm. But Raffaele still wanted something small that was thematically correct; it had taken about a week to talk himself out of getting 'Daddy's Boy,' but he'd finally settled on something to go on his wrist, a wine glass. Half full. "Someone's been sleeping around a lot." Raffaele said it in a tone that bordered on a sing-song; he saw one hickey that looked new, and then another that looked older, but they didn't come from the same mouth. He was an expert at this thing.

[rowanivar]

"I wouldn't comment on yours." Rowan points out plainly as he straightens up wipe off some excess ink on the linework. And he wouldn't, but he'd be curious as to who the witch was seeing. However, he had never been single when Raffaele was in the chair and he knew the witch was on the apps, he'd seen him there himself. But he's a professional and this is an appointment and now he's the slightest bit sheepish under the other witch's observation. So he simply shrugs his shoulders and goes back to putting needle to skin. "I'm trying to get back into dating." Which is a downright lie but he also doesn't want to explain the truth to anyone. They said the best way to get over someone was to get underneath someone else, but what did you do when you weren’t over someone under 6 feet of dirt?

[demonguerrero]

@rowanivar location: Lupercalia notes: Alexa play You Oughta Know by Alanis Morisette

They'd done the number thing, the place of business thing, but nothing had come of that. Rowan's face had cropped up a few times at Flirt, and Arturo was too petty to acknowledge him. They'd had their fun, but that was as far as that needed to extend because, as far as Arturo was concerned, the artist's uses could be counted on one hand, and he'd already exhausted two of them. This city of lycans and debauchery was violence incarnate, the demon's playground and kind of the perfect place to satiate his darker appetites. Blood, mayhem, and suffering: this was the soundtrack to his life.

"Your date throws like a priss." Arturo criticized after the twink Rowan was with left the hoop toss to fuck off or go to the bathroom or something. Not that the demon had been watching; Arturo had never claimed to not be possessive; he didn't care who Rowan saw, what he did, or who he slept with. That didn't matter to him because whoever those people were would end up in so much pain they'd wish they were dead. Intense? Maybe, but Arturo preferred fun. "What Sunday brunch spat him out?"

[rowanivar]

"Yeah, a limp wrist will do that." He says almost absently before actually turning his head to look at the demon. Because of course he'd show up, it was getting to the point where Rowan actually had half a mind to think that he was some hot figment of his imagination. Or just knew when he was thinking about him. They hadn't really talked much since the whole vampire party thing but there'd been plenty of glances at Flirt. He'd kind of figured he'd wait for the demon to come to him, he was the one with attachment issues and it seemed like Arturo wasn't about that. He does offer him a shrug though, looks back to the blonde twink who he'd tattooed an ornate butterfly on the week previously. Normally he doesn't entertain the idea of going out with the few client's that flirt with him during a session, he's a professional, but he'd figured there was no harm. "He's nice." Which was code for the fact they had nothing in common.

[demonguerrero]

Even in life, Arturo had difficulty remembering anyone's touch by being gentle. It wasn't like Arturo hadn't earned his contempt, even as a kid he'd been something of a bad seed. An orphan abandoned on the steps of a home that came to see him as a curse. So Rowan's warm lips against his skin felt like a curse, and his calloused hands smoothing over Arturo's wrists stung worse than any slap. Arturo couldn't fault the witch for being affectionate, and how it felt was... It didn't matter. The demon's brow furrowed with some contempt instead as he gravitated more naturally towards violence than whatever post-orgasmic haze was drifting over the witch's senses.

Arturo pulled the other's hand towards his lips as the flat of his tongue rang along the length of Rowan's fingers. The demon could taste himself, and as he pulled one finger after the other into his mouth, he abandoned them before he twisted in an action that was more elbows and shoving than a sweet disentanglement. Arturo pressed his lips against Rowan's and practically spat himself back into the witch's mouth b before he pushed the other back. "I'm not your sweetheart." At all times, the demon existed in the realm of furrowed brows and apparent contempt; the only person that mattered to him hardly mattered at all, Rowan was just some guy that fucked him, and they both needed to remember that. Arturo's pants were already up again, his leaking cock zipped and buckled from view. "Now put your fucking dick away."

[rowanivar]

Post orgasmic haze has him groggy, watching intently as the surface of Arturo's tongue seemed hellbent in memorizing each knuckle of his fingers. His own lips are parted just slightly in a bit of a dumbfounded 'o' shape. At least until the post nut clarity kicked in something fierce because just as quickly as he'd been pulled closer, he was being pushed away. Shoved more like it and the pet name is spoken with venom fitting the scorpion tattooed on Arturo's hand. The wave of rejection that gets to him is drowned out by action, Rowan's shoving his dick back in his pants and sliding his belt back through his belt loops. He's not going to be able to look at the leather ever again without getting a raging hard on, that was for certain. He doesn't bother doing up his shirt, he's too busy fishing his wallet from his back pocket and fumbling to get out one of his business cards. He doesn't give him the one that has the shop number, between the tattooed index and middle finger of his right hand, he holds out the card with his personal number on it. It's something he'll hand off to client's he thinks will wind up recurring, people he wants to work with again. Rowan doesn't think he's ever had so much riding on somebody picking up the nice little square of thick cardstock. "In case you want to touch up your hand." It's still a bit rushed to be casual, but he's also still boneless.

[sybellax]

She's flicking through a magazine, one that Bebe found for her and she's still scornful that the other demon had disappeared on her during the end of times but she been plied with enough gifts to manage forgiveness, she bit her tongue that most had come from the looting of the Gucci store. It's got leather covered daddae's and Mothers in it so she isn't giving him her full attention, sometimes he gets a little squirrely when faced with the brunt of it. "Shoot." A cool tone to her voice and they haven't spoken about the fact that he's joined the least friendly demon coven, even with Amico there.

[rowanivar]

"That bartender at Flirt...." Somehow he thinks just saying Arturo's name out loud might alert the demon himself somehow and that didn't fly. Not when he was well aware that hooking up with someone more than once kind of meant something usually. It's not like Rowan is looking to get into an actual relationship and somehow he doesn't think the bartender is either, but it's also not like he'd say no to seeing him again. "In terms of risk assessment...." If Sybella said to lay off though, he would, he trusted her.

[releasedtristan]

Tristan was annoyed for .5 seconds at being asked a question before realizing he actually wanted to answer. He remembered how fun it was being a know-it-all as a young witch learning in class. There was no classes for old ass Rowan now. Maybe it was a little sad he had to miss the chaos of 11 year olds trying to levitate their tamagotchi's, and maybe Tristan really did want to help. Shaking off his broody post-prison attitude was something that he badly needed to work on.

After sighing, he shrugged and walked over, glancing at the tome. "Household spells? Useful spells? You summoned a Familiar already, I would have thought you'd have started thinking broader than that." He considered briefly. "Anyway, I'd say it depends. What school of magics are you thinking of focusing on?"

[rowanivar]

"Conjuring." In all honesty, Rowan hadn't realized summoning Sybella was that big of a deal. He'd needed someone on his side to sort of guide him through all this, he liked demons, it'd seemed like a good first step. What'd been harder for him was the delicate hand meant to heal when Ciro had taught him about reforming that grape. But Rowan looks up at Tristan with casual curiosity, he doesn't quite get the guy's attitude, thinks he's maybe a bit stuffy, but he's not really one to judge. It's not like the guy is outright an ass, if anything he seems a little hesitant when it came to change or having someone like him in his space and he figured he'd be a little offput by some guy who just got magic out of the blue, too. "I just think it'd come in handy." And it was interesting, summoning was conjuring, right? So he'd managed something bigger in that department once already.

[rowanivar]

Valentine's Day Scrapbook (Digital Edition): Arturo & Rowan

"I said hey, Jackie, baby When you rest your mind do you think of me?" - "Jackie", Yves Tumor @demonguerrero

[demonguerrero]

Rowan's grip turned possessive, the witch showed his teeth, and Arturo filed negging under the list of things that seemed to incentivize Rowan. Next time, they wouldn't have to work so hard to get here; the sharp draw of the witch's teeth, the wrench of the other's curled fingers at the roots of Arturo's scalp, it was good. better than good, Rowan was almost perfect.

"Fuck." Arturo's hiss was scarcely human; the sharp intake of air that passed through his lips and over his teeth shot down the back of his dry throat. Every movement brought Rowan back inside of him and Arturo's cock back across the rough, calloused grip of the man at his back. He wouldn't give the other anything except his orgasm; if the witch wanted validation, then he would have to keep reading between the lines because it wasn't long after Rowan started actually touching him that Arturo came undone. Warm ribbons of cum spilled across the witch's hand, fell across the chaise lounge, and dribbled down the demon's muscular thighs as his body tensed and bore down further around Rowan's cock. "Fuck that's good." Arturo's leg twitched as he felt a spasm ripple up the length of his body; his back followed as he felt the warm, ichorous feel of blood dribbling down from the place where Rowan had just sunk his teeth. "Cum inside of me."

[rowanivar]

It's been something he's been thinking about for days, the fact that he hadn't really had anything to do with the way Arturo's frame had shivered as he'd jerked off with Rowan's cock in his mouth. Had it been incredibly hot? Absolutely, but it didn't feel at all polite after the demon had practically sucked the soul out of him. There's nothing to muffle the noise this time as Arturo comes undone as he's mid thrust over his hand and it sounds so wrecked that he can't help but groan in response. "That's it." It's kind of praise but he doesn't care if he gets any lip back for it, his pace falters for just a second as he focuses on stroking Arturo through his orgasm. He can feel the backs of the demon's thighs tremble as his muscles clench around him and he's fully prepared to do just as instructed as he lets out a string of curses. His hands abandon their previous missions in favor of gripping tight at the demon's hips, thrusts rough, practically erratic. It doesn't take much, when he finally tips over the edge they're flush together, his lips at the back of a neck covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He forgets the praise thing again as he rides out his own orgasm, can't help but mumble soft nothings that he's going to regret in .2 seconds as he takes a second to just breathe, lips against heated skin. Rowan's still got a decent buzz going, the music upstairs almost seems to kind of fade back into the moment as he presses a quick kiss to just below the previous bite in apology. Once again rendered boneless, he's quick to straighten up just to undo his belt from around Arturo's wrists, fingers sliding over indented skin. "Still with me, sweetheart?" He's got no business being cocky as he draws his hips back enough to pull out of the vice that is the other man's body.

[demonguerrero]

"I've heard." The demon bore down on the witch, his natural physiology kept the other's cock in a vice grip as Rowan pounded his way inside of him. Like being split in two, his fingers curled tighter against the confines of the leather belt; the hiss that left the back of his throat was let out through grit teeth as he rutted his aching cock against the back of the chaise. "It's part of it," Arturo said as he strained his neck again to look over his shoulder at the witch railing him from the back. "Just as long as you remember, this has nothing to do with you." Rowan pulled him back, and he groaned as the witch fucked the demon back onto his dick. It wasn't honest because it Arturo couldn't do this to himself, but even though Rowan could be anybody, the witch wasn't allowed to have anyone else. At least not without pissing Arturo off.

[rowanivar]

Rowan's brows furrow before his eyes narrow and determined, his teeth sink into the demon's skin. There's nothing gentle about it, it's not a hickey, it's a bite and it muffles a groan as he keeps bringing Arturo's hips back to meet him. Straightening up, one hand still tight in dark hair, his nails biting into his scalp just a bit. He's totally fucking him to the beat of the music upstairs, the bass practically permeating through the stone of the....literal dungeon. He wants to point out that he does kind of think this does have something to do with him if this was happening not once, but twice. One blowjob in an alley was a happy coincidence, hooking up again was on purpose. The sentiment isn't voiced out loud, he's too lost in the hot, tight heat of Arturo's body. His hand leaves where it's curled around a sharp hip to grip the base of the demon's cock and offering a light squeeze before he's stroking him in time with harsh thrusts. "Sure." It's cocky, casual as the sound of skin slapping against skin and the chaise scraping across the floor add to all the noise above them. He's not going to last this long like this, heat's already pooling in his gut as he pounds away at the demon.

[rowanivar]

Rowan, Lupercalia

 “I was getting ready but I worked up an appetite looking for dress pants, so I ordered a pizza, and that ate up a chunk of time.” — Bobby Hill, King of the Hill

[bwmedia]

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[demonguerrero]

Rowans' fingers slid along the curve of Arturo's spine and he could feel the fine hairs across the muscular plains of his back standing on end at the gentle, appreciative nature of the touch. The curve of his ass pressed against Rowan's hips, the other's subtle movements, it was all enough to drive him insane. Frustrated would have put it mildly; what Arturo felt was far more visceral and demanding. "Fuck me or get out, and I'll find someone else to do it," Arturo said, his grin glinting in the dark, proving that through it all, there was only a track of humor in the downright malicious cant of his brow. "How's that for asking nicely?" The violent little creature wasn't about to beg, not for this or anything, but he had managed to muster the closest thing to platitudes that Arturo could conjure. Rowan's cock was all that was going through the demon's mind at present; they could've been anywhere, in any position, doing just about anything, and Arturo's mind still would have been emptied of just about everything else.

[rowanivar]

It feels right in the moment to draw his hand back and lay a quick slap to the right cheek of the demon's ass before he's gripping at it as he pulls out maybe halfway. He doesn't keep him waiting beyond that because one) he really has been thinking of this for a whole week and two) he doesn't entirely think Arturo is kidding around. The pace he sets is rough, one hand still pulling at dark hair as he can't help but watch himself slide in and out of the demon. "You feel so fucking good." It's almost hazy, breath coming in light pants, he's so caught up in it that he momentarily forgets that praise isn't entirely a big part of these encounters but figures its less praise and more of an ego stroke. He leans down over an arched back just to have teeth scrape the skin of the other man's shoulder. "This is the part you like isn't it? Being used." As if for emphasis, his free hand clutches tight at a sharp hip and practically fucks Arturo back on his cock.

[xzagreusx]

Zagreus didn't want small talk. He didn't want iced coffee, either, but who was he to deny the poor struggling witch? Wasn't going to be him. He was sipping the iced coffee now, wrapped up in a blanket. He'd waited fifteen years for these moments, and instead, he'd been dumped by his boyfriend. He'd waited fifteen years to be dumped. Little Zagreus, always tripping up at the end. He had been mortal and it had been fine; he couldn't even share the news that he was immortal with an immortal boyfriend because now he had no boyfriend. He had nothing but Rowan and that was something he wouldn't want to discuss. "I can leave. This is nice of you, though. The iced coffee. I'm just – shit company. I'm depressed. I was trying to feel something." He was at least honest.

[rowanivar]

"Yeah, same." He'd kind of figured that from the whole encounter. It'd been less of a "can I buy you a drink" kind of deal and more of a "I am clearly drinking alone to escape feelings too, do you want to bang" thing. He's done a lot more of this kind of thing lately, the hooking up. It's all nothing, it's not like he doesn't care, it's more that he's distracting himself by pleasing somebody else, like somehow that'll make it all better. If he can't make himself feel good, he can make somebody else feel something at least. Or maybe he's just tired of jerking off alone for the dopamine hit. "You wanna talk about it? I'm a good listener." And they don't know each other, not really. It'd be a free therapy session free of judgement.