the follower

sirius marin. 45. lycan. exotic dancer. can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

[andrewjpowell-blog]

     “Horrified isn’t exactly the word I would use,” Andrew murmured, lowering his his gaze to notice he’d finished dressing, or at least he presumed he was finished despite the strip of skin still showing. “And I wasn’t planning on going inside either, I was just out for a walk in the moonlight or whatever.” 

[siriusmarin-blog]

“What word would you use?” Sirius questioned, quirking a brow as he looked at the other man. He had no trouble with being exposed -- which was obvious enough from his job -- but he did tend to cover up outside at night since the last thing he wanted was to look like something tempting. He was only so strong and, in the grand scheme of things, he was quite young. “And how is the moonlight?”

[ravcnlxycan-deactivated20191220]

Her choice? did he not know what he wanted? leaving it to hers, well that would make it a decision she would decide for them both. That peaked her interest to see the confusion on his features, it made her want to know what was going on in his head. “How about a walk?” her voice was soft, light even, she never really much projected her voice unless she was angry.

[siriusmarin-blog]

He’d planned on going home after work, maybe exercising a bit before having dinner and spending the rest of the evening relaxing but the woman had caught his attention and he didn’t want to walk away. But even if he had wanted to leave, arguing with a choice wasn’t his style anymore. So he nodded, soft and careful as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Sounds nice.”

[necessex-blog]

         a corner of his mouth drew up in a sly grin. astor shrugged a shoulder, deciding maybe he could be giving about himself every once in awhile. ❝it’s cool, what you do. distract people, make them feel good just by indulging the sense of sight for a moment. maybe i read to much into it, but it’s something i’ve thought on a few times…❞ a pause, another shrug. ❝i think it’s interesting, just like i said.❞

[siriusmarin-blog]

It definitely wasn’t a way that Sirius had ever thought about his profession and it almost amused him. “Pretty sure I just cater to horny people, but however you want to look at it,” he said, giving a shrug as he tugged his sweatshirt around himself. “I like the idea of being something philosophical though. Makes me feel special.”

[ashtonfinryder]

“It would do you some good if you’d let it out,” Ashton took one more step forward, as if almost challenging him to scream at him, to hit him, whichever outlet would be best. Just for them to feel something. It’s like they both lost the will to feel anything, and maybe pain would be the easiest way remedy that. If he kept pushing them over the edge, one of them was bound to break. Does it really matter who at this point?

“We left the bait. We made them defenseless.” Tugging back the blame just like that, looking back, had the vampires backed off, perhaps they could all walk away alive. As if they ever would. Though his next question almost made Ashton flinch. He had to dart his eyes away for a second trying to come back blank, but it’s cracking through with vulnerability. “Both.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

As the other man took a step forward, Sirius took a step back. "No, it wouldn’t.” He wasn’t running, but having Ashton so close felt like suffocating. For a moment he thought back to years past -- back to when he would have gladly thrown himself at the vampire until he ended up with bloody knuckles and a raw throat and it wouldn’t have been enough -- and he thought of the irony of it all. Ashton had killed the part of him that he seemed so eager to see. “The fight between us ended twenty-three years ago. You won. There’s no point fighting for something I won’t get back.”

“You left the bait, but it would have been useless if I hadn’t taken it. You may have fired the shot, but I gave you the gun.” He refused to let go of the guilt, not when it was the only consistent thing he’d had since his life had fallen apart. It was all he had left and he refused to let the other man take that as well. “You...should be. I was fine with dying but this is hell.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

Do you remember, dear boy, when we were young? You asked for a story, I wrote you the sea. You laughed, drowning as you swore, Icarus was a fool.

[siriusmarin-blog]

Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[siriusmarin-blog]

➜ Play with mine’s hair

( touch meme )

Really Sirius wasn’t planning on sneaking off to the back room with Bea when he stopped by The Laurel, but he should have expected it. It’d been a while since they’d gone a couple rounds and he was still dressed for work, so it was pretty much a recipe for disaster -- not that he minded disaster when it came in the form of a girl like her. “I’m a bad influence on your work productivity,” he teased as he pulled his clothes back on, stealing a few glances at her as she got dressed as well. “I’m surprised you haven’t banned me from your shop yet.” As she put on the last of her clothes, he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her close, smiling down at her. “Your hair is a mess,” he murmured, one hand coming up to brush his fingers through her brown locks, playing with her hair more than fixing it as he stole another kiss. He loved what they had, a careful balance of friends and not quite more -- he felt less alone that he had in quite a while. 

[siriusmarin-blog]

➥ Rub their back (//loving u)

( touch meme )

He felt stupid. He felt weak. He felt like all of the things he’d spent his life trying not to be, but he couldn’t help the way he crumpled into himself. It was too much for him to handle, facing down the man who he had allowed to kill his pack and despite all the things that he knew he should have been feeling, the only sensations in him were guilt and despair. The feeling choked the life out of him like his ribs were too tight to breath and any words he might have had were caught in his throat. Before he knew it, he was on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest, biting hard enough on his bottom lip to draw blood in the hopes of stopping the tears from flowing. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw them there, bloody and unblinking, staring at him and accusing him of all the failures he had been carrying for so many years. But before he could be lost in the feeling, there was the sensation of touch against his back, slow and careful and comforting in a way they had no right to be. A choked sob slipped from him and he pressed his forehead to his knees, wondering how he had become what he was.

(oh, mama, look at your Icarus. look how gracefully he fell, forgetting he can’t swim)

[siriusmarin-blog]

➣ Slap their hand away

( touch meme )

"Hey! Rude!” Sirius protested the slap, face scrunching up in distaste before he let a smile spread across his face. “If you’re having popcorn, you have to share. You can’t just rub it in my face like that.” He reached over this time, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it into his mouth as he turned his attention back to the movie that was playing on the screen in front of him. Movies weren’t really his thing, but he made an exception for the company. “Besides, this is basically my payment for putting up with all eight Harry Potter movies.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[siriusmarin-blog]

i can’t remember being nothing but fearless and young we’ve become echoes, but echoes that fade away

[siriusmarin-blog]

➟ clothing

( touch meme )

"What?” 

His voice was tense as he felt the tug on his clothing, teeth grinding together as he turned to face Gwen. Sirius had caught sight of someone he thought he recognized across the street -- practically a ghost, if he was honest with himself -- and caught up in his thoughts, he’d been unaware of how he’d crept onto the road and nearly into traffic. “I’m just...” Looking back to where he’d been staring moments earlier, there was no one to be seen and he was left wondering if it had been a figment of his imagination. “There was...I thought I saw someone.” Another tug on his shirt brought him back up onto the crib seconds before a car whizzed by leaving him dazed as his attention moved to the woman with him. “Sorry.”

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Touch Meme

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

[ravcnlxycan-deactivated20191220]

“But I did.” she said looking at him, either or, it meant something. She figured that with each interaction, it was because it was meant to happen. Savana was still trying to wrap her mind around why she had what happened to her, happen in the first place. “You are right, but it is my choice, as is yours, to walk away.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

Sirius felt a flash of frustration move through him, though it wasn’t directed at the woman or even at the situation. It was at himself and his own confusion, not liking to linger on the concept of choice for very long. The thought made him uncomfortable and it likely showed on his face. “The choice is yours,” he said simply. “You pick where we go from here.”

[mementomorri]

“It’s either that or sleep in the backroom of the shop.” She said vaguely, not realizing this stranger would likely have no idea what she was talking about. He didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about the current living situation either. Morri started walking, fairly certain it was the right direction. “Couldn’t you return to Glasgow? The castle sounds grand.” Morrigan’s face lit up slightly with the comment. She’d often asked anyone who had been there to describe it to her, hoping to one day see it herself. 

[siriusmarin-blog]

"The shop?” He questioned, running a hand through his hair as they walked, enjoying the sharpness of the cool night air. Autumn was his favorite season, after all, even if he hadn’t been much for enjoying it over the past couple decades. It made the danger of walking at night worth it at least somewhat. “I’m not one for crowds.” It was an ironic statement, given where he was living now and what he did for a job. “Or castles. An apartment is just fine by me.”

[dhirenmenarchey-deactivated2016]

“I’ll get right on that then. All about making everyone’s job easier.” Dhiren tried to smile, but the last question shook him. His smile dropped, and he tilted his head in confusion to look at the other. It wouldn’t due to get offended. He didn’t know how old the other lycan was or how sheltered his pack kept him. The boy was a stripper, after all, admitted to it, so he couldn’t imagine how his life led to that. “Because I’m Indian,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, as if it didn’t matter, though the look of concern still marred his features. “When I was growing up, there weren’t that many of us around. Got looks, heard comments. It wasn’t pleasant. Even now…” He shook his head. “Nah, these are my troubles. Still, hope I explained it right.”

Dhiren looked over at the other, a bit glad he was still following. He took a breath, finding it a bit harder to fake a good mood when the thoughts of his mate and growing up in England were weighing down on him. “Fast food restaurant just down the road where I worked. I closed up maybe ten minutes ago, if that. Should be quiet, and I know I can cook, so it should be halfway decent.” He glanced over at him. “If that’s okay. I don’t want to make you eat my cooking if you don’t want to.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

Sirius gave a nod, casual and relatively comfortable with the man, but not chatty. That wasn’t a result of any flaw with the other lycan. Instead it was just a result of how he was around people he didn’t know -- quiet and reserved with a tendency towards honesty that was blunt enough to make some people uncomfortable. It was obvious enough to him that had been the case when he saw the way the man’s smile fell at the mention of stripping and for a moment he wondered if there was pity or disgust behind it, but he didn’t linger on the thought. People thought whatever they did and he did what he did regardless; he was comfortable with his life in that aspect at least. “Makes sense. People are shit about anything that’s different. Best you can do is just ignore it because all they’re looking for is a reaction.” Maybe he wasn’t the best person to give advice, but he tried anyway.

With a brow quirked, he fell into step beside the other, taking long but unhurried strides. He had nowhere important to be, so he didn’t exactly feel the need to rush. “I wasn’t expecting a personal chef for a meal, but I’ll give it a shot.” The words were playful, tone shifting a little though it was difficult to notice. “What’s your name?”

[ofblcssoms]

As much as Reese enjoyed her trips to strip clubs, she didn’t enjoy the reactions of the people she was surrounded by. With every suggestive move came some form of cheer or noise that only served to hurt her sensitive ears. She could agree that the men were attractive and she could see the appeal, but that didn’t mean she felt the need to voice her approval every other second. Which was exactly what the woman beside her did the entirety of the last act. Reese kept track of how many drinks she’d had to take during the performance to distract herself from the noise: six, two of which were lengthy and forced her to order another glass.

Nonetheless, the act had managed to hold her attention, so much so that she recognized the man when he approached the bar. “Nice show,” she commented, sipping from the water she’d ordered. If she continued as she had been, she’d have to walk home. “The woman next to me especially enjoyed when your pants came off, it was a nice touch.”

[siriusmarin-blog]

When Sirius had first started dancing, he’d been a lot more uncertain about it, but as the years went on he found he cared less and less about things that might have bothered other people. The stares, the screaming, and every other thing that came hand in hand with his job had just become a part of life. Somewhere along the road, he’d realized that the job was equal parts sex appeal and acting -- he had to make people want him and he had to make them believe that he wanted them.

So when the woman at the bar complimented him, he gave a smile that was much wider than any that typically showed when he was around strangers. Smiles brought tips and they brought private dances. “Oh, thank you,” he hummed, ordering a water for himself. No drinking on the job for his own safety. “That part does tend to be a crowd favorite. Which part was your favorite? And you’re not allowed to say all of it,” he teased playfully.