#ic;artemus

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@wxr-zxne​ liked for a thing with artemus

There’s kindness even with the glimpse of sharp teeth in the smile he gives, a bubbly, near infectious happiness spreading from the priest as moved among the parishioners. A kind hand and comment given before moving onto the next and the next, more than a few older women pulling the priest into a conversation he hadn’t been previously involved in all because he’d strayed too close. More than one loudly lamenting when he’d managed to slip away to speak with someone else.

“-Don’ worry, Mrs. Martinez, the bake sale is still fully in your guiding hands.” Artemus managed to exhale as he was pulled along again once more, his opinion needed for what project to work towards next in the community. The polite smile on his face skillfully hid the worry and stress that lurked under his skin, nodding along until he managed to stand off to the side of the main doors, taking a breath of relief.

Seemed his spot of peace wasn’t as empty as he’d thought it’d be, he nodded, hiding the mild embarrassment for failing to notice before, “I cannae say I’ve seen you here before, but welcome. I always try to welcome new parishioners here personally if I can.”

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Ash vs Evil Dead [sentence starters] -- link here      @hesnotyourpet​ asked: “I’ve ruined a lot of peoples’ lives.” (for Artemus)

     “You’ve saved far more, my love, mine included.” 

     There’s hesitance in the way he offers his hand, concern painted on his features, trying to read more into Sam’s mind with a remark like that. He’s worried, so sue him. His hands settle over Sam’s, entwining their fingers together to offer some kind of comfort. 

      “Don’t torture yourself, Sam, please.”

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@interphrase asked: 🔥 + kink for Artemus dfgfdg Send me  🔥 + a word and I will write a NSFW headcanon for my muse. link - here 

let me start this with saying, any kind of kinks artemus have is something he’ll take to his grave-- mainly considering the shame he feels concerning anything of a sexual nature. there’s a lot to unpack there, but i’mma toss the whole suitcase aside for the time being. 

he’s got a praise kink--  which he’ll take to his grave, and was discovered when he was in college. he’ll never share this and no one has learned of it. yet. he’d be positively humiliated if anyone were to find out. 

he’s found out the hard (pun intended) way that he gets aroused while feeding on people, something about being that intimately close to someone, biting into their skin and feeling their pulse while feeding-- the desperateness of the moment just does something to him. 

artemus has a very mild voyeurism kink, again something he discovered in college and hasn’t indulged since then either. 

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ooc;

starter call for artemus

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     There’s hunger gnawing at his stomach again-- something that nothing can slake, despite his efforts otherwise. Doubt pooled in the back of his mind, each prayer falling with frantically past sharp teeth that cut the inside of his mouth with each word. Had he committed some great sin that deserved this kind of punishment? He worried at the rosary beads at his wrist, trying to find some strength and resolve to at least try and keep the hunger at bay. 

     “You should go.” Artemus murmured, voice strained against the sharp teeth in his mouth; he’s starving, and just hearing someone in his apartment just makes it feel worse. Unfolding his limbs from the couch, he wrapped his arms tight around his chest, trying to keep some distance to keep some self-control against the thirst clawing at his throat. “I’ll be alright, truly.” Even he’s not convinced, but it’s the best Artemus can offer. 

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     “Are you sure?” There’s softness in that brogue of his, hands warm and gentle, still allowing for escape should there be a change of heart. But even then, he’s starving. There’s a glint of sharp teeth barely visible in Artemus’ mouth, his eyes seeming to darken just a touch as he grew closer. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, there’s a thrill there, curling up his spine in a way he’s not felt in, well, years-- how unbecoming for a priest-- hunger gnawing at his stomach and urging him forward just so. 

     “I don’t want to hurt you.” But he’s just so damn hungry. Artemus dry swallowed, fighting to keep himself steady, to keep from doing anything too impulsive.

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"a couple months back I had a really weird sex dream about the green m&m once... and I wasn't mad about it." /for artemus. he's probably in confessional cause god he's so bored and wants someone to talk to so he's just,,,, talking. and being a weirdo for the reaction. this is what u get for the sinday stuff. this is how u do this right?

“For the last time, that’s weird but not really worth confessing over, Nick.” There’s patience in his voice, even if he wants to sigh and maybe leave his side of the booth-- surely there was something other than listening to increasingly odd stories from Nick. Maybe the garden out back needed pruning. Again. 

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@outlawsaviour gets to speak to the good father

“Teddy--!” It’s genuine delight in the priest’s voice, warmth in his eyes as his arms sweep out in greeting. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until Sunday, what brings you back so soon? You haven’t gotten into trouble since I last saw you, right?” Father Artemus breezes, tone teasing and light.