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Imagine your OTP having rough sex. Person A is fucking person B in their lap, while person B has their arms slung across A’s shoulders. Person B pulls on person A’s hair to get them to look them in the eyes.

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♛ -- so i've been like. working on patterning out my pan cosplay and i realized today his undershirt is made out of fucking fishnet. it looked like snakeskin at first but i realized you can see his skin through it. god damn it pan.

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aeternuspuer:

          "Peter Pan."

     He inspected as Felix dug into his meal, following suit a heartbeat later. Growing up as an orphan left Peter fending for himself often times. To see this food displayed before him was like finding a piece of chocolate back in the orphanage. Pan was only here due to help from the school, his lack of money making it hard to even enter. But the facility insisted he come, helping him pay for his tuition and supplies. 

          The affect he had on Felix was almost intoxicating, the way he already held power over the other. It twisted in the brunette’s stomach, a malicious grin hitting his lips. Continuing to bite into the food, he listened to Felix’s offer. The idea rolled in his brain, twisting and turning over the options. He’d rather not end up with a dull first year. 

                   ”Alright, I’ll take it.”

                "The Pan family...."

       Felix shook his head. It wasn't common knowledge as to what happened to the Pan family, and he had no clue how old Peter was when it happened, or whether or not he even knew what happened. Chewing thoughtfully on the steak on his plate, he watched Peter's profile, eyes taking in every little detail of the boy's appearance.

       In the two short years that Felix had been at Hogwarts, the male had never quite bonded with any of the other students -- or, rather, his wolf never bonded with any of the other students. The other male in his dorm room, some kid named Devin, wasn't particularly close to him, to the point where he wasn't even aware when Felix left for his monthly hospital wing visits.

                   "Good. We're not bad roommates, really, we won't even keep you up at night." He paused, grinning. "Unless you want me to, of course." 

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aeternuspuer:

              "Oh, good, a funny one. What’s your name, anyhow?"

   Peter replied with a sarcastic bite, a charming grin teasing his lips once more. He was starting to like the upperclassmen, his fingers wrapping around his utensils as he dug into the bountiful display of food before him. He knew Slytherin was the house for him. If not the people, certainly those who have left the Slytherin house and have become famous. Voldemort being the most famous. 

            He squeezed onto the bench, his thigh pressing into the other’s as he raised a brow. He hadn’t thought of roommates, or even sharing with someone. Pan just assumed he would be thrown with whomever the school found fit. 

        "I wasn’t aware we could pick."

                        "Felix Selwyn."

     Swiping his tongue across his lips, it wasn't long before Felix was digging into the meat on his plate -- nearly raw, just the way he ate it. Typically, were he on his own, it would be raw -- but he had to watch what he was doing here. Shaking his head, he turned to watch the male next to him.

     Feeling the younger male's thigh pressed against his own, there was a stirring of something in his belly that he couldn't quite put a name with, a burning that had him swiping his tongue across his lips and his inner wolf growl mine. Licking his lips again, he shoved a bite of steak into his mouth and turned to face the male.

        "Typically, no. But we have a spare bed and our room is only a triple."

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aeternuspuer:

       Peter had an aspect of power and control which ran through his veins. It showed in his bared teeth as he smiled and in his eyes as he frowned. And he had the bearings of becoming one of the most powerful  wizards in the world, if he so pleased. 

                 The boy with the scar called to him, welcomed him to the house of misfits. He offered him a smile, skeleton forcing the muscles to comply to his request. Pan had found his puppets. 

                     "I’ve heard only the best wizards get into Slytherin."

                   "I would suppose so, seeing as it's where I'm sitting."

      This one felt powerful. It wasn't often that Felix connected with the first years. Even in his first year, he felt much more at home in the arms of some of the upperclassmen -- figuratively, and sometimes literally. It was much easier to forget about the stress of classes when you had someone to press bruises into your skin and bite kisses against your neck.

      Shifting to allow the male a bit more space on the bench, he still found himself with his side pressed flush against the younger male's. The warmth against his side was comforting, even as the sorting ceremony slowly drew to a close and they were allowed to dig into their food.

                                         "Have you picked out roommates yet?"

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              "Have you started on your assignment for Potions yet?"

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aeternuspuer:

        Being thrown into Slytherin house wasn’t the biggest shock to Peter Pan. He had barely felt the hat sit upon his head before the house was echoing across the vast halls of Hogwarts. The green house erupted into cheers, accepting the brunette boy into their group. 

              A vicious smirk rolled on his features as he looked to the others around him. A boy with a scar across his face and a few other rugged teens sat around him. 

                      "Welcome to Slytherin."

            Slytherin, as mighty of a house it was, was nothing but welcoming to the new first years that had been invited to join its ranks. Felix himself was only a third year -- but he was rising quickly in the ranks of the upperclassmen, enough to sit near this end of the table.

                   Something about the new first year, though, it drew him to the male, and he couldn't help but reach out to tug him onto the bench next to him, a crooked smile in place on his lips.

         "Welcome to Slytherin, Peter."

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aeternuspuer:

          Peter stilled at the suggestion. It wasn’t that he wasn’t open to the idea. It was that he barely knew the other, only passing glances and exchanged words over steaming cups of coffee. The sharpened grin threw him off guard as Peter threw it back toward the other. Two could play at this game. 

                    “Fine.” He paused. "It’s not a date."

         Inwardly, Felix was hoping with all his heart that Peter would say yes. Even though they hadn't known each other very well, it felt like he'd known Peter for years and years -- he was that familiar, that comfortable person in his life. Stable. Shifting against the counter, he crossed his arms over the cold slab and continued grinning.

                  "It's totally a date." He swiped his tongue across his lower lip. "Do you have any allergies I need to be careful about when I cook dinner?"

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And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult when we faced more challenges.

I begged him to stay.I tried to remember what we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew him. When he walked in everyone who sat turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself.

I always got this sense that he became between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way I understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

And I still love him

I love him.

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                 ”I- Sorry to hear.”

    He wasn’t entirely sure why he was sorry or why he should apologize to the other. Something bit at his chest, poisoning his bloodstream the more he spoke to the blonde. Despite his apologies, his own parents had abandoned him long ago, disappearing to another land. The boy’s question drug him out of his stupor as he paused. 

                         ”Why?”

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      Felix shrugged him off, not really needing the apologies. It wasn't like it was something that other male could have controlled -- that anyone could have controlled, really. Shaking his head again, he crossed his arms on the counter and leaned forwards, grinning.

          "I want you to come over. Like.." His mouth felt dry, but he forced himself, "Like a date."

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gonna be over on luke for the rest of the night probably idk

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and embarrassing browser histories.

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You Ruined Everything: Congratulations! Your muse is now a parent! (Anon decides the other parent, if any.) However, they aren't quite sure how to cope with this new-found parenthood.

Mundane: The Mun must tell the truth for two days

Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)

Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."

Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours

Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.

Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.

Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.

Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love) for___.

Chained up: For 10 hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Demon: Muse is a demon for ___

Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wkander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.

Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)

Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 10 posts

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        “Oh, I’m sure." Peter released a barren laugh, echoing about the small shop. His features rolled into that of emotion as Felix answered his question. He payed the rent? Surely he wasn’t. No- Was he all by himself? The teen retracted, his spine cracking as it straightened and his lips setting into a thin line. 

             ”Surely you don’t live on your own? What about your parents?”

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            "They died when I was younger. A couple of years ago."

   He shrugged, he'd gotten over it almost immediately -- he hadn't been particularly close with either of them, and he was almost glad to be rid of them. Shaking his head to clear it from the memories, he picked up the finished drink and handed it over.

                      "Are you busy tonight?"

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slidin' on over here for the night

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He won't. Didn't you listen to what I just told you? He /loves/ you.

Felix sighed. "I'll try it, 'nonnie."