#shining-stxrs

[symphonyofmalice]

(starter for @shining-stxrs Daniel)

Once or twice may have been a coincidence. But this was the third time Nicolas had seen the same curly-haired vampire around. At least, the third that he had noticed. Who knew how long this stranger had been watching him, stalking him?

When he cornered the older-looking man in the dark corner of the seedy little hole-in-the-wall bar, his voice was low but vicious. "I do not appreciate being followed. Who are you and what do you want?"

[misc-muses]

"Don't be like that, Princess. Just let me do a little brush-brush action and we can go!"

Look, he'll even demonstrate on himself. It isn't so bad! Just ignore how the comb gets stuck in his own mangy beard, and he has to tug it out. @shining-stxrs from x

[evilmcg]

Apparently she missed a lot last night. She was getting her beauty sleep. "So wait there's a third president morty now?" You wouldn't catch her dead calling any of them emorty. The title of evil morty was very insulting in her eyes.

[crowncursed]

"Cool your buns, Lady, Gunther is right here."

The Ice King motions to one of their penguin sons, who has been sitting on his lap for Golb knows how long. She seems genuinely distressed, though, so he stands up and brings Gunther over there to show her how not kidnapped he is.

"See? He's fine!"

@shining-stxrs from x

[canon-fcdder]

✩ 「 @shining-stxrs​​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Sasha’s answer, unknowingly-repressed as it may be, still earns a contemplative hum from the thespian. Superficial as her reasoning is, it rings with truth. Not the type he’d been subtlety fishing for, but still juicy. Even if he has his suspicions about Sasha’s preferences, he can’t be the one to bring it up. Coming out— if that’s indeed what Sasha needs to do —is a deeply personal experience. Preston is pretty sure, anyway. As someone who has been teased for being ‘ Gay ’ before he even knew what that was, he hasn’t gotten the chance to officially come out. Not that he’s admitted to anything yet outside of camp…

But camp doesn’t count. It’s like… a safe bubble. Cut off from the ‘ real ’ world. Where he isn’t ‘ Preston Goodplay ’, but plain old Preston: the quiet recluse in drab, second-hand clothes who hasn’t once said he thinks boys are cute, yet gets mocked about how much he wants to kiss them anyway. On a good day. Kids aren’t often that kind when it comes to their ridicule.

He can understand why Sasha would prefer to pick a passionless relationship with Max… Hopefully it doesn’t STAY that way. Difficult as being himself may be, he hopes that one day, it’ll become normal for him. But for now, he’ll happily play the role when standing on this secret stage.

❝  Max, huh? Yeah, I guess I can see the appeal. Plus he’s kinda cute in a short, angry way... but personally, he’d be a bit too high maintenance for me. A relationship can only have one dramatic bitch and THAT role is already filled by moi~  ❞  Hand rests against a puffed out chest, other one outstretched into the air to further prove his point. Shrugging, he leisurely waves as if dismissing the possibility of Max as a partner,  ❝  It seems like it’d be a lot more trouble than it’s worth for something that might not even work out. I mean, yeah he has the skillset but does he have the DRIVE? The fiery desire?  ❞  

Clenching a fist as Preston emphasizes his words, gaze flits to the subject off in the distance, completely unaware of the discussion he’s in the midst of.  ❝  He’s either going to be the kinda manipulative asshole that ends up taking over the world... or the one that becomes a self-important bum griping about how ‘ society ’ fucked him over.  ❞  Looking back at Sasha, he excitedly waves his hands and says,  ❝  Okay, okay! Now it’s MY turn~  ❞  

❝  Now, let’s see...  ❞  Looking out at all the choices, he mulls over a few in a mumble,  ❝  So, we already talked about the short spitfire, and Harrison is pretty cute in a well-meaning boy-next-door kinda way... And—  ❞  Stiffening as someone catches his attention, Preston’s face immediately flushes an unmistakable pink, the thespian quickly averting his gaze as if afraid of being noticed. Raising a hand to cover his face and staring at the grass, he looks as if he’s trying to avoid doing so much as breathe. 

Golden hues darting over to Sasha, he hisses,  ❝  Okay, I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise not to judge me. Promise?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[burning-fcols]

✩ 「 @shining-stxrs​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Breath catches with a start at the unexpected voice, Addison squeaking with surprise as he instinctively tries to scramble away. Back presses harder against the wall, tail fluffed in a learned fear— not through any fault of the Incubus —as it takes a moment for Addi to realize who is in front of him. Blurred vision clearing as he wipes at his eyes, imagined threats ( nightmares that have yet to stop haunting him no matter how many years pass ) fade into a well-known sight. Chest pattering with quick breaths, Addison shakily sucks in a calming one, slowly but surely composing himself. Were it anyone else, this show of abrupt paranoia would have further frazzled the fennec. But, bittersweet as it may be, Tom is one of the few people who know about Addi’s… jumpiness.

He’s one of the few who used to be able to help with it.

Grateful that Tom is keeping his distance— a show of familiarity that makes Addison’s chest strangely tight —he exhales a long, exhausted breath. Bringing his knees back to his chest, arms languidly rest atop of them. Fur settles on his tail, fluffed hair following suit. Big, sorrowful eyes look up at Tom, the fennec too tired to try and hide his pained expression. There’s no point to it… Tom already knows what an idiot he was.

❝ O-Oh… Um. Thanks Tom. ❞ Addison awkwardly replies, voice weak from crying. Clearly unsure what to do or say— why is Tom being so nice to him? He would assume the Incubus would be ecstatic things went so horribly —he brushes a wet strand of hair out of his face, ❝ That was… really nice of you. ❞ As nice as beating the shit out of someone could be. But in this situation, soaked and shivering and sitting on the floor, Addison can’t say he disapproves of it. Fresh tears brimming, tail curls tighter around himself. Expression crumpling, he sniffs and rests his flushed cheek on his arms, looking away from Tom. Sitting hunched on the ground, the already small male looks as if he’s trying to take up as little space as possible.

❝ … I’m such an idiot. ❞ Addison breathes, words full of self-inflicted venom. Barely hinting the air, they still seem to fill the empty hallway, ❝ I just... wanted him to like me. ❞ He should have known better than to try. Than to believe that— Chuckling weakly, Addi brushes his bangs out of his face, ❝ I sure have great taste in guys huh? ❞ Realizing WHO he's talking to as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Addison winces before looking at Tom with a surprisingly apologetic grimace. ❝ Sorry. Uh— No offense. ❞ Not that Addison can say he's wrong. 「 ☆ 」

[sinningspider]

❛ LOOKIN’   LONELY,   kitty cat.    need some company ?   ❜     /    @shining-stxrs​

[arxcnide]

cont [ x ]

PERSPIRATION BUILT against his brow as the rigorous pace was set, his voice was practically raw from screaming. “Val..! I can’t---!” Whimpering against the sheets his thighs shook as the sharpness of his nails bit into the tender flesh of his hips as he was brought crashing back down upon his length. “Fuck...fuck...!” The threat made him whimper at the thought of being unable to feel the overlord inside him again. “I-I’m sorry...I won’t ah---!” Pressing his chest further into the mattress he scraped his claws helplessly against the sheets as his muscles began to twitch and tense violently around his length. “Daddy I..want to...cum...please let me..ngk!” If he kept going there wouldn’t be much the arachnid could do to withhold his release.