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[dcmidivine]

Erik hung his top half over the edge of his boat, the sunglasses pushed haphazardly onto the top of his head keeping a large, spiky chunk of his hair standing straight up. “Yo, dude!” he called out, holding a hand up to catch the attention of the person passing by where his boat was hooked up to the back of his van. Cupped that same hand over his eyes to block the sun a second later, he pointed down to a tool box sitting on the grass beside the wheels under the boat. “Help me out and toss that screwdriver up here? I’ll pay you back in, uh,” he cast a quick glance around and scooped up a half-eaten bag of chips, holding it up to display this wonderful prize. “Nacho Bugles? Tempting, eh?”

[vstromantic]

[ CLOSED ]

“Tinder. Otra vez. Dí que sí, Ethan, esta será la tuya.” pensaba el muchacho mientras salía del taxi que había pedido para que le llevaran basta el centro de la ciudad. Sin embargo, había algo mal con su teléfono; este empezó a fallar, ni siquiera encendía la pantalla. Gruñó como un niño pequeño.

No, no, no... hoy no... vamos...  —decía mientras zarandeaba el teléfono.

[coffeedisorder-blog]

autumn’s crest ball 1978 | jily

Fidgeting with her dress once again, Lily looked around the huge hall of the house and sighed. The place was cramped. Everyone was there; Ministry employees, reporters; and of course the same purebloods who had given her hell at school and now were trying to at work. She clang onto James’ arm and leaned against him. 

“These heels are murdering my feet. Do you think it would be believable if we said a poltergeist stole my shoes?”

@ofstagisms

[vstromantic]

( private starter )   →  @queenexcelsior​

¿Estaba loco? Lo cierto es que siempre lo había estado un poco, pero era imposible que aquella chica estuviera... allí, en su bar, después de tantísimo tiempo. Quizá era un espejismo... bueno, no; seguramente era ella. Sólo que con algunos años más y... parecía bastante más triste que entonces. Ethan se acercó hasta ella, con esa sonrisilla de idiota tan característica.

Esa cara no debería ser legal para la chica más guapa del instituto...

[antiilogy-blog]

@muslings

The last few hours were the best he’s had in years. The last time Elias remembered having sex, no, good sex was longer than he wanted to admit. Now, face planted into the pillow he laid onto his stomach. Readjusting himself slowly, he turned so he could face Eve on his right before quirking his lips into a small smile. Her hair covered her face and visually he couldn’t tell if she had fell asleep. But her breathing hadn’t evened out yet and he moved in closer her, hanging an arm around her frame. 

“Hey,” Elias’ voice projected huskier than he expected it too. “How are you feeling?” The sheen of sweat still glossed his body and the sheets were making him feel warmer than he wanted to be. With half a grunt, he removed them to let them pool. Honestly, he didn’t know exactly what he should say to his psychologist to now friend to now... something complicated? Well they fucked and he did say how much he wanted her, but perhaps that didn’t translate correctly or to what he meant. 

[antiilogy-blog]

@muslings

Today was the day and Elias was going to be sick. He actually had to excuse him during a powerpoint to try and gag up in the toilet, but couldn’t draw anything out of his system. Julia kept him posted throughout the day, telling him when they departed, landed, and were heading towards Evelyn’s office. The Moroi was beyond surprised the family came, but wouldn’t question it. His spirit user of a sister was a magician and could pull off anything given a few days. However, as he made his way towards Evelyn’s room, his stomach dropped. 

Two, muscular, tan men guarded the doors and Elias would bet all of his assets two more were inside with his family. Did they bring their dhampir guardians too? The men looked at him, gaze cold but allowed him inside, noting his arrival. As soon as he walked inside, he truly did want to vomit. He was right but wrong, instead of two more inside, there was four; one for each family member. He nearly choked as he sat down on the edge, flush against his sister. His parents didn’t seem too thrilled with his lateness and his older brother probably didn’t even know where he was. However, he didn’t get a snarky retort from his mother, which was a nice change up. 

Julia looked over at him apologetically, her eyes screaming that no, she didn’t want the guards here either but it was either this or none of them would come. Looking up at Evelyn, he flashed her a weak smile. “So uh, are we ready to get started?”

[antiilogy-blog]

Elias' fast walk tore up the Manhattan streets as he moved farther away from his high school's front entrance. He was glad to be going home, he loved teaching but there were some days his students tested his patience. Only two students participated frequently in class today while the others nearly passed out on their desks. Sure it was seven in the morning for that class, but his ten and twelve o'clock classes were the same. So, he did what any teacher did, woke up his sleeping students by chucking molecule ball models at them, nearly causing a senior a black eye. Worth it.

His grip on his briefcase tightened, how come kids were so bored by science? They weren't bored by what it has created for them like phones and computers, so what was so bad about the subject? A defeated sigh dragged from his lips as he stopped at an intersection. His eyes scanned around at other pedestrians until a bon of sandy blonde hair caught his eye. Was that. . . ? Getting a better look at the tall, thin frame, he walked with the herd as it began to move again. A folder was tucked under the man's arm and Elias picked up the pace, trying to match the man. Once they landed on the other side of the sidewalk, Elias felt himself do something he never did in a crowded area, yell out.

"Adrian?"

(@xadrianxivashkovx)

[ericthecaptain-blog]

"Ye seem to be lurking behind my shoulders for some reason. And wha' might tha' reason be?"