#unpleasantxdreams

[comiiical]

@unpleasantxdreams​

There was nothing better, probably, than being welcoemd with the figure of Raleigh standing right in front of the counter. He couldn’t tell if he was eating something, not because he couldn’t but because he didn’t want to be bothered to notice it. His nose was too put on the smell of fresh shower coming off of him. His eyes on the stream of humity left running little unnnoticeable drops for most down his neck. And the embracing figure that well tied sweatpants placed on his back.

Coming closer, Tal’at’s arms embrace his waist while he kissed his neck. “Good night, mon amour.” He greeted, kissing his neck once more before he looked down, hands taking care of undoing tied pants and slowly brushing it down till it just dropped by the end sides of his waist, Lips brushed up his neck to his ear, “bend.” 

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

@unpleasantxdreams​​ liked for a short starter || Gen & anyone 28+ (probably best with a crime-based muse?)

“You and I will always be unfinished business.”

[delabor]

'you talk too much'

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their meetings; coincidental           ;                   but the doctor had misfortune        ;          he’d caught samael’s interest. footsteps shadowed; glances met with winks.           company down streets; in bars; at work. questions; teases; flirts. inordinate interest. what did he think of this? how did he feel? what would he do? why? when? how?                 endless; boundless.                                    laughter; whispers; smiles.

shoulders brush; expounding on point; yet another.                   he really didn’t know why people chose to do that,         they really didn’t need to bother         ;                     left on gasp; neck caught; pulled into kiss. thoughts scattered to wind. a hesitation; surprise                   ;              before arms curl; eyes close. kiss returned with gentle touch across jaw; shirt hem fisted; leverage for pull; chests; belts crowded in warmth. 

for once           ;               silence. but for all annoyance of constant talk         ;            he kisses like beholding something precious; but as all encompassing; passionate as the sea.

[malcfactorss]

P, D, C, S for Damien AND Tucker

PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Damien: Most of these questions are hard to answer for him but I suppose sexually in females he looks for fit brunette girls with dark eyes and for males he looks for fit blonde guys w/ blue eyes. Personally he typically doesn’t care much about because of his adaptable nature and they’re not usually around for the long term anyway.  Tucker: For Tuck he typically goes for people with stronger more combative personalities because he’s a sucker for the mediator role and he enjoys being pushed into things despite what he says. He admires the spontaneity and spunk of his partners and tries to live by their philosophy as much as he can. 

DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Damien: Probably murdering/torturing someone with someone that he trauma bonded with LMAO Tucker:  He’s a cheesy romantic guy so probably like a picnic on the beach with some nice lil charcuterie and wine GAG

CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Damien: no he’s more of a gummy candy/sour candy sort of guy--sour gummy worms? it’s ON SIGHT Tucker: tucker isn’t really into sweets at all but he does like salty things like chips and he likes sickly sweet sodas like mountain dew lowkey

SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Damien: haha maybe he had a fling in the mental hospital but other than that he was too caged by his family/doctors to have a life Tucker: for sure had a high school sweetheart who he tried to make work long distance when they went to separate college and she cheated 

[comiiical]

‘Whoops' (For mick or anyone you feel like using)

Send 🚿 or ‘Whoops!’ to walk in on my muse in the shower!

There was no custom made shower that could fully cover the necessities of a man of his height. While his bathroom held a bath it definitely didn’t had a head shower for the purpose of his own showers. Instead, he had a construction set in the garden, despite the fences and all, with a bar built to cover his waist band enough to not show anything other than the occasional head. Water run down from from the hose used for taking care of the garden while he washed away dirty and dust from stopping an explosion in the nearest police station. It was not until he heard a light couch that he stopped to find a man standing there. “Eh... what are you doing in my property?”

[bxmyescape]

@unpleasantxdreams​ | Ryder

In hindsight, his father should've learned by now that Ryder's penchant for impatience wasn't the best trait when it came to making trade deals. After a particularly poor choice of wording on Ryder’s part, they'd lost their latest buyer for their not-so-legal line of sedatives and after a long, painful reminder of how much of a disappointment he was, he'd been tasked with finding a new buyer to make up for the loss. Fast forward a few days and it wasn’t going well.

The meeting he’d just left had been... less than successful, ending with him being told “send the adults in, we don't talk to children”. Safe to say, he was pissed, mortified even. That was how he ended up pushing out of the building, finding himself in the nearest cut-through alley and kicking the wall with his one good foot. The pain that shot up his leg pulled a very loud Fuck! from his lips as he doubled over, clutching at the foot with an accompanying groan. In his frustration, he hadn’t noticed someone else in the alley, not until a feint shuffle of a shoe on the ground caught his attention. "Shit- I... Sorry, bad day. Carry on."

[hopeslastchxnce]

──☆*:・ﾟ charles and ? | @unpleasantxdreams​

He  could  always  tell  when  someone  was  getting  ready  to  approach  by  the  number  of  voices  screaming  inside  his  head.  Obviously  the  closer  people  got  to  him,  the  louder  their  thoughts  became.  Even  so,  he  did  his  best  to  ignore  them;  to  remain  oblivious  because  all  he  wanted  was  to  be  left  alone  to  drink  in  peace.  He  wasn’t  much  of  a  people  person  these  days,  especially  if  they  weren’t  kids.  Homo sapiens  were  the  last  people  he  cared  to  interact  with  either,  but  he  knew  it  was  impossible  to  avoid  them  all  without  cheating  so  he’d  deal  for  now.

Someone  was  watching  him  drink  and  staring  from  the  other  side  of  the  park’s  sidewalk.  Even  more  annoying  was  the  fact  that  they  thought  they  knew  him.  They  didn’t,  at  least  no  more  than  any  other  average  person.  He  left  the  house  on  occasion,  but  seeing  someone  around  didn’t  exactly  mean  you  knew  them.  At  any  rate,  Charles  downed  the  last  of  his  whiskey  and  stood  from  the  park  bench.  He  was  a  bit  wobbly,  but  he  grabbed  hold  of  the  chair  plopping  back  down  in  it.  Perhaps  he’d  better  sober  up  a  bit  before  heading  home.  As  for  the  guy  on  the  other  bench  watching  him  subtly,  well, as  expected,  he  approached,  but  considering  Charles’  ability,  he  answered  the  question  before  the  other  person  could  spit  it  out.

            “Yes,  I’m  Charles  Xavier  and  no,  I  don’t  need  any  help  ---  not  really.  Why  are  you  looking  for  me  anyway?  If  it  is  about  my  school,  it’s  closed  with  no  plans  to  reopen  any  time  soon.”