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[goldentemplariumcrow]

@fckin-multi wants a starter

"Food is ready." Dionisus said from the improvised small kitchen and brought a bowl of what looked and tasted like onion soup with cheese and bread to his Altean companion — sure, it wasn't real onion soup, or real cheese, and the bread was improvised too, but it all tasted and smelled the same as the Earth foods. "I hope you like it."

He handed the bowl to Adrian and went back to get his own portion to eat.

[bashfulxce]

@fckin-multi from X

The tall bouncer looked over the person who dared to touch Adrian in such a way, normally soft features now showing an intimidatingly pissed off expression. In an eerily calm way, he took the drunken man by the shoulder, pulled him off of Adrian, and made sure security got rid of him before softening once more.

Moving to sit down by his smaller boyfriend, Asahi began to check him over, brown eyes gazing softly at Adrian in the process.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” He fretted, worry now replacing the anger he’d felt earlier.

[silencedskyline]

@fckin-multi

It hadn’t been long since her parents had passed. She was still mourning, and still trying to get the business together. As the only survivor of the family, she inherited everything her family had worked for over the years. Though she had no idea what types of people her father had been indebted to.

Emma had been on her desktop when the power was cut. Immediately she knew something was wrong. She stood up quickly, locking the door of the office and grabbing the gun her father kept in the safe. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to use it.

Pulling out her cell phone revealed the lack of reception. She cursed under her breath, staring at the door with the pistol pointed, loaded, and ready to fire.

There were multiple sets of footsteps walking throughout the house. One stopped at the door to the office, pausing for a moment.

Knock.

Knock.

While they knocked, the others continued throughout the house, searching for other valuables that could be taken with them. Debts needed to be repaid, yes. But sometimes the option to snag even more was just too good.

[chxrry-musing]

Continuation from x ◇ @fckin-multi

Upon hearing the coach's greeting , Sugawara couldn't help but shine one of his blinding smiles . Did he really look that old ? ! Suga wasn't even 25 yet ! He let out a quiet laugh , hand rubbing the back of his head .

❝ Aha ! No , no ! One of my pupils have a sister in your team , and she begged me to come see . I'm Sugawara Koshi , a teacher over at Miyagi . ❞ After the simple introduction , Suga had bowed his head in greeting .

[straydragonier]

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The girl was terrified. This wasn’t how she expected her day to go. Walking home from school, only to be shoved in a van, and now shoved into a cage? This was pretty messed up.

Her eyes went wide as she saw the creature inhabiting the cage, her instinct to take a few steps back, pressing against the corner of the cage. Oh god.. was that a dragon? Did those really exist?

The voice in her head startled her, causing her to jump slightly in surprise.

“I-I don’t know.. I d-don’t know what’s going on..” she responded aloud.

He withdrew again to the back of the cage, closing his eyes. Still, he spoke to her mind.

[They threw you in with me. Either they want me to kill you, or they want me to eat you.] He opened one ice blue eye to look at her calmly. [I'm not interested in either option.] Luckily for her, he supposed.

Normally he'd be all raring to rip and snap any stranger coming into his space, but she clearly wasn't in league with any of the humans he was used to seeing around. He suspected she'd been sent here by someone, but didn't want to overwhelm her with too many questions. And he was tired. So, so very tired.

As he shifted slightly, some of his scars and newer injuries would be visible to Miyuu- silver where the black scales had healed over, and dull scabs where he had fresh injuries. He was... Worn, and tired, feeling older than his fifteen years of life.

A soft scraping noise came from his tail as the club like structure on the end dragged across the concrete flooring. Between Miyuu and the dragon were a series of deep, long scratches in the floor, the concrete having been scraped up enough to reveal the rebar and solid metal underneath. The floor also had some spots of dried blood, presumably from when the creature had been tossed back in here when his healed injuries were fresh.

The eye closed, and he sighed softly, puffs of smoke rising from his nostrils. He shifted his wings, feathered like a bird's, and curled up again. But he wasn't sleeping yet. Just resting.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@fckin-multi I sketched an Adrian bust for you ♡ hope you like it, sweetpie ♡

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@fckin-multi from here

"That's... something. Care to share some other dreams? I'm genuinely curious." He truly is, because he doesn't think it's that big a deal.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

“Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.” ~Adrian

@fckin-multi

Blessed be the day Dio decided to practice taking control over his impulses otherwise he'd be all over the little guy he was supposed to protect. That and take suppressants, which didn't help much, but it always helped with something, even if it was most just keeping his head in place.

"You sure you want to ask this from me?" He asked softly and did the one thing he knew that usually helped at least a little, took off his leather jacket and placed it over Adrian's shoulders. "It has my scent and will keep others from bothering you."