#natestarter

[lorenzcvalentin]

@natemichaelson location: the WOODS notes: morning after the last full moon

Well, there Lorenzo was, naked again and chained to a tree. So far this had been working out pretty well for him, every time his weird uncle furry was scheduled to visit, Lorenzo would just text his guardian angel and they'd meet up in the woods together. Sometimes Enzo wondered where angels lived when they weren't touching guys with rabies, but it just seemed rude to ask. Like if Enzo saw the gates of heaven was he going to go blind or something? There was probably a lot of clouds involved though.

Nate was never late and even as Enzo woke up slumped against the tree, he could smell the angel as they got closer. It was so weird how he could do that now. "Hellooooo-" Enzo called out into the woods, "Hellooooooo," he called out a bit louder now. Oh, it was definitely Nate, the angel kinda had a gay walk that sounded so unique to homosexuals. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, Enzo even made out with guys sometimes apparently and thought about what would happen if they touched his thing. By thing he meant his penis, and by his penis he meant that thang. Also, by guys he meant one guy in particular: Epimetheus. That still seemed like so many letters, Theus was better. Yeah, Theus.

Anyways, what was he saying again? Right, "Hellllooooooooooo."

[bleedingwolfgang]

@natemichaelson​ location: Pluto’s Party notes: what’s a virgin like you doing in a slutty little place like this

A party was a party was a party, but this was a party. Wolfgang had just rinsed off after jumping in the pool, tangled with a few people upstairs and then took to wandering through the house as he went to explore. The homes were ancient and decorated well, Wolfgang might have called himself an artist but a snob he was not - still, this might have been the Mars vampires only chance to wander around this place uninhibited. He passed one of the rooms when he caught a familiar scent, very mortal, but also not anything like the sort of person Wolfgang might have expected.

There, through the chamber stood the hunter that had freed him only a few nights prior. Leaned over the balcony as they looked down at the goings on below. A low whistle defined the space between the door and where the hunter stood now, Wolfgang would have to get their name because internally calling them hunter over and over again was tiring. “Wow, you know, if anyone knew there was a hunter at this party they would turn you into a chew toy,” it was more playful than anything else, but in a blink he was at the railing, back leaned against it with his elbows propped up so he could get a good view of the hunter rather than whatever was going on below. “unless that’s why you’re here which... I’m guessing kind of had to be why you’re here.” 

[acolyterose]

@natemichaelson location: Mojo Dojo Casa House notes: kiss kiss

"I'm going to be gone for a couple of weeks, are you going to be okay here by yourself?" Atlas as he entered the den, Nate had made themselves at home, which was good because that's exactly what the druid wanted. Company and to maybe not feel so fucking alone all the time. Nate was as awkward as they came but they were a good friend and Atlas was hard to shake once he'd taken to someone. "If you have boys over, no fucking in my bed, and if you do fuck in my bed you better wash the sheets after."

[seraphimichael]

@natemichaelson location: the WOODS notes: kiss kiss father son

One normal day, perhaps their last. It was the closest thing to normal that the two could wrangle, but given the idiotic actions of Michael’s siblings he thought it best to get the nephilim out of the city for a while. Michael didn’t want Nate here, even now the archangel could feel how the other whittled away at his resolve. How the young hunter had changed him. Michael didn’t want to admit it, but sometime between infancy to childhood’s hour Nate had carved away at the steal from which Michael had been forged. There was still so much that he wanted to show the other, so much that he wished for them to do together. They could have this though. “Nice shot.” Michael praised as the grouse fell from the sky, his own rifle shouldered as he appreciated the other’s aim. While he didn’t approve of Nate’s friends, they were… loud, obnoxious, and blatantly promiscuous, Michael did have faith in the person he’d raised. “Looks like I’m stuck cooking.”

[echionx]

@natemichaelson​ location: a cemetery in Rome’s outskirts notes: baby girl what r u doing in a place like this

The demigods hunting sense had been finely tuned after centuries of fighting, this world was new, it burned brighter, louder, and there was an odorous stench that permeated this modern air. Monsters that had once been prevalent scourges were more or less either extant, had been pushed underground, or into the Otherworld. They could still be found, however, to those who knew how to see the signs. Bones erupted from Echion’s forearm as he pierced one of the monstrosities that charged him, watched as black ichor squelched from the various wounds while the light faded from its vile eyes. They were conjurations of the most profane arts, necromanced creatures from distant realms. 

“Necrophage.” Echion commented as he withdrew the bone spears back into his arm, the monster’s toxin made his arm momentarily pale, but just as the wounds where the bones had erupted healed, so too did Echion’s regenerative healing quell the poison that ran through the creature’s veins. “They used to be found in unprotected cemeteries, on battlefields. They devour flesh and hunt in packs, their bite and their blood are both toxic.” The spartoi eyed the blade in the other’s hand, “Are you any good with that thing?” There would be more of them, Echion could hear them skittering around in the dark, saw flashes of their greedy and hungry eyes - likely already salivating over the thought of the flesh of their fallen kin. 

[sex-dxlls-blog]

Tempting|| Nate +____

“The next time you grab my cock like that I'm shoving it down your throat. Stop tempting me.” Nate was drunk and angry and he tired of the other person doing whatever they wanted to him. 

[wanderingxmuses]

Open Starter

Blood covered the man’s hands and face as he walked into the room. He dropped the severed head onto the table before he lit a cigarette, inhaling the poison into his lungs. “He wasn’t much of a challenge. But it was entertaining watching him plead for his life.” He chuckled lightly while the smoke passed from his lips. “So tell me? Any more poor bastards with a target on their head or is my job here done?” 

[bleedingwolfgang]

@natemichaelson location: Saturchella, Hakan's Rave, the blood pool notes: deja vu baby girl

"Why is it always the Pluto vampires throwing a party?" Wolfgang didn't even know this Hakan guy but apparently he'd put this whole thing for his dead progeny. He was pretty sure Seth wouldn't even notice if Wolf died, he wondered what it was like to have a sire that actually gave a shit. "That's real blood too, I bet if Mars threw a party it'd be fucking insane." The vampire could hear himself complaining but he didn't stop, shirtless with little more than a santa hat and matching pants, he should have been rizzing up his date but instead he was whining.