Immortal Agent of the Night

Independent Mature OC Vampire RP blog. Multiverse, OC-friendly, adult themes, mun and muse are over 21. Please visit tabs for more information. Mainverse is Marvel /Agents of SHIELD/ Avengers

[tnott]

[ Welcome-Witch || Open ]

[teaguegalen]

tnott:

@teaguegalen:

He smiled at the offer. “Thank you, but no. I am fine.” He settled into the darkest chair in the darkest corner. He pulled out a fountain pen and a notebook, and began writing. Then he would pause. The sounds of quill on parchment went on even though he stopped writing. Then he would begin writing again.

Watching him from the corner of her eye, Theo didn’t fail to notice the mysterious, ghostly sound of invisible writing. Even she had to admit that that was unusual. Perhaps he’d cast a Protean Charm on the notebook and was using it to communicate with persons unseen?

That wouldn’t explain the noise, though, she thought. She wondered what his business with her employer might be. Somehow she doubted it would be the usual cup of tea and translation job.

As it turned out, it was the usual translation job, minus the tea. Teague rose when her employer came out, and offered his pale hand. Then he pulled out a leather bound book with a wolf head and bat insignia on the cover. Theo’s boss seemed impressed as he carefully looked at the pages. 

“Very old. Local dialect too. I believe I can help you, but it will take time.” He turned to walk back into his office. “Come tell me about this amazing book.” 

The pale man followed, nodding to Theo as he passed her. The meeting didn’t take long as meetings go, and soon they re-emerged. 

“You can pay my girl,” Theo’s boss said as he showed Teague out. Teague nodded and stopped at her desk, pulling out a fountain pen and a check book from the Darkstradt Bank of Carpathia. Not quite Gringotts, but the money spent the same. 

[teaguegalen]

In the comic, Asgardians are not immune to vampirism.

[tnott]

[ Welcome-Witch || Open ]

[tnott]

teaguegalen:

The door opened, and she heard the tap of a cane. The man was dressed in a long black duster and wide brimmed hat. He was wearing gloves and goggles. His hair was dark, and skin very pale. Almost blue. There was an old fashioned look to him, but in the wizarding world that was common. He tipped his hat to her as he approached. His cane was topped with a crystal the size of a doorknob.

“I have an appointment with Tomkink. My name is Teague Galen.”

She didn’t bat an eye at the unusual appearance of the man in front of her. Mr. Tomkink had colleagues in all shapes and sizes, and Theo had spent her share of time in the Leaky Cauldron, which attracted a rather interesting clientele. Running her finger down the appointment book, Theo found Teague’s name, lifted her quill, and made a small tick mark.

“Of course, she said. “He’s just finishing up with his 10 o’ clock appointment. Please, sit down. Would you like a beverage while you wait?”

[teaguegalen]

He smiled at the offer. "Thank you, but no. I am fine." He settled into the darkest chair in the darkest corner. He pulled out a fountain pen and a notebook, and began writing. Then he would pause. The sounds of quill on parchment went on even though he stopped writing. Then he would begin writing again.

[tnott]

[ Welcome-Witch || Open ]

“May I help you with something?” Theo asked, looking up from her desk in Garius Tomkink’s office. Merlin, she hated this job. She wanted to be a historian, not some secretary or welcome-witch. But Mr. Tomkink was less interested in her own work with Old English than he was in her ability to answer the door and to sort and file his papers.

Ah, well. No use complaining. Her options were limited, after all, and she had to get her foot in the door somewhere before she could start official research of her own.

[teaguegalen]

The door opened, and she heard the tap of a cane. The man was dressed in a long black duster and wide brimmed hat. He was wearing gloves and goggles. His hair was dark, and skin very pale. Almost blue. There was an old fashioned look to him, but in the wizarding world that was common. He tipped his hat to her as he approached. His cane was topped with a crystal the size of a doorknob.

"I have an appointment with Tomkink. My name is Teague Galen."

[thirstyandlustful]

teaguegalen:

It was hard to admit,  but Teague had missed him.  He’d tried to fight it,  tried to remind himself that Ash was a monster,  and no good for him,  but just looking at him made Teague hard.  He groaned and put his arms around Ash,  pressing in.  

“What do you want from me? What am I that you can’t leave me alone?”

Ashley wraps his muscular arms tightly around Teague in a firm embrace, breathing in Teague’s scent, familiar and yet something he’d been starving for himself. “I found something in you that I never thought I’d find.” He says, his hands slowly wandering down to the other’s waist, his hips pressing forward until there wasn’t a centimeter between the two of them. “I found a reason to keep living. I can’t just let that go.”

[teaguegalen]

Teague swallowed. He tried to tell himself this was just one of Ash’s games. That the Elder couldn’t feel those emotions. He was a manipulator, and a killer. It was hard to fight him now that he was so close. He could smell Ash as well, a familiar, cool smell. He wanted to cuddle close so bad. 

“Why should I believe you,” he whispered.

[govthookercoulson]

Kinky (I'm having regreeeeets)

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

Drunk Phil is juuuuust fine with it.

[govthookercoulson]

teaguegalen:

Teague felt him lean in.  He smiled, slid an arm around the warm man and was grateful for the serum that kept his animal side at bay.  His senses were filled with Phil.  He wasn’t really paying attention to the movie.  

“Yeah…  Crazy world. ”

The arm around him makes him so happy, the contact exactly what he wants in these drunk comfortable moments. He snuggled into Teague happily, leaning his head on Teague’s shoulder with a sigh.

[teaguegalen]

“Phil...” Teague whispered his name softly, and stroked fingertips through his hair. For a while he was willing to entertain impossible ideas about companionship. Maybe even love. 

[hisatonement]

From Teague: 🐬

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

He growls and swims out to the crowd of onlookers, suddenly flicking his long tail to hit the glass hard. The crowd gasp then coo in awe of him, and his point is lost, he skulks back to the corner.

[teaguegalen]

dennisparryghosthunter:

teaguegalen:

Telepathy wasn’t the vampire’s best talent,  but he could try. He closed his eyes and tried to send the Merman his thoughts of being set free into the ocean. 

Dennis rests his forehead on the glass, closing his eyes with a sigh. But as he does an image flashes into his mind, one that he did not put there himself, but one he’d thought about for years. He sees the ocean, vast and great, stretching as far as any eye could possibly comprehend, he feels the real salt water on his skin, not the manufactured fake salt water that was near suffocating. He feels it all, he feels freedom, and he wants it so badly.

He balls his hands into fists and slams them on the glass, he locks eyes with the stranger, with just a look he pleads for his freedom.

“Alright, alright, my lovely. Be still. Tell me if you can walk outside of the water, or if this is going to be... complicated.” Teague smiled soothingly, leaving his palms on the glass. Complicated wasn’t a deal breaker. It was just complicated.

[hisatonement]

From Teague: 🐬

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

He growls and swims out to the crowd of onlookers, suddenly flicking his long tail to hit the glass hard. The crowd gasp then coo in awe of him, and his point is lost, he skulks back to the corner.

[hisatonement]

teaguegalen:

Teague smiled wider, and placed his palm on the glass.  

“Hello little monster.  You’re so beautiful. To beautiful to be contained and gawked at by fat,  bloated, dull eyed humans.”

Dennis mimics the gesture, placing his hand on the glass over Teague’s. He chirps and chitters in response to Teague’s words, he didn’t know what the man was saying, but he wanted to communicate, frustrated that there was no easier way.

If Teague was able to communicate with Mermen he might have heard Dennis ask who he is and why he is here.

[teaguegalen]

Telepathy wasn't the vampire's best talent,  but he could try. He closed his eyes and tried to send the Merman his thoughts of being set free into the ocean. 

[govthookercoulson]

Kinky (I'm having regreeeeets)

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

Drunk Phil is juuuuust fine with it.

[teaguegalen]

govthookercoulson:

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”

“You pick. You are my guest. I need to just take my meds, and I’ll join you, ok?” Teague headed into the kitchen to make up a batch of serum. He didn’t want to push his luck with Phil. He hadn’t had company in awhile.

[govthookercoulson]

Phil’s smile is easy and happy drunk, setting about figuring that out. He finds Ocean’s Eleven, by chance, and settles on that.

[teaguegalen]

Teague fixed up his serum and injected himself.  He glanced at the happy drunk around the corner as the medicine took hold.  When he felt more in control,  he stepped back out.  

“Ah,  a super cop who likes witty,  elegant bad guys.” He settled next to Phil.  “Longing for the days when it was so much simpler?”

[govthookercoulson]

“It was never simpler.” He leaned into Teague, staring at the television. “It was never simpler, it was never easy. The crazy train’s just gotten more obvious. Honestly violent crime has plunged in my lifetime, but superpowers? That’s probably a long time coming. The circumstances of them appearing, of mutants and inhumans and everything else, started before human memory. I’m just a rock in the current letting it flow.” 

[teaguegalen]

Teague felt him lean in.  He smiled, slid an arm around the warm man and was grateful for the serum that kept his animal side at bay.  His senses were filled with Phil.  He wasn't really paying attention to the movie.  

"Yeah...  Crazy world. "

[govthookercoulson]

Kinky (I'm having regreeeeets)

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

Drunk Phil is juuuuust fine with it.

[teaguegalen]

govthookercoulson:

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”

“You pick. You are my guest. I need to just take my meds, and I’ll join you, ok?” Teague headed into the kitchen to make up a batch of serum. He didn’t want to push his luck with Phil. He hadn’t had company in awhile.

[govthookercoulson]

Phil’s smile is easy and happy drunk, setting about figuring that out. He finds Ocean’s Eleven, by chance, and settles on that.

[teaguegalen]

Teague fixed up his serum and injected himself.  He glanced at the happy drunk around the corner as the medicine took hold.  When he felt more in control,  he stepped back out.  

"Ah,  a super cop who likes witty,  elegant bad guys." He settled next to Phil.  "Longing for the days when it was so much simpler?"

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Reveries (Westworld AU)

[teaguegalen]

sonoftheinfamous:

teaguegalen:

Suddenly things felt wrong, and unsafe. Teague reached out to touch Duncan’s hands where they gripped the table. “Is this… familiar? This feeling of being on the edge of a cliff looking down? I feel like I’m not safe, but you aren’t the danger.”

“I feel… off.” He Said before glancing down at his food. The pleasant taste in his mouth was replaced by nothingness. He couldn’t remind the taste, his senses felt like they had just fried our. He looked to teague, uneasy and scared before standing up abruptly. “I need to lay down. I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Yeah, ok.” Teague was feeling much the same way. In a distant control booth a tech was working to get them to go to sleep so they could be reset. 

“Do you ever dream when you go to sleep? I’m kinda scared right now. Feels like if I go to sleep, I might have nightmares about weird monsters dressed in white sheets.”

[sonoftheinfamous]

“I can feel it,” he said softly, his fingers twitching as he did his best to stumble to his bed before looking at teague, brows knit and a look of distress as his eyelids became heavy, an irresistible urge to sleep starting to overwhelm him as he took a slow, deep breath.

Why couldn’t he control himself? It wasn’t like he had really been tired before. His eyes started to roll back, body flopping back on to the bed.

[teaguegalen]

Teague slid to the floor.  The crews came in to collect them, chatting away about their relationship in statistics and data. Soon they were both stripped naked and seated in glass rooms answering questions.  Teague was vaguely anxious.  His reactions were noted.  He seemed calmer when he could see Duncan, even just out of the corner of his eyes.  

He was questioned about  his feelings toward the Guests,  which still registered as positive.  The techs talked about the possibility of this being a glitch due to the Reverie programming. Teague gazed blankly ahead,  tears sliding down his cheeks unnoticed.  

[hisatonement]

From Teague: 🐬

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

He growls and swims out to the crowd of onlookers, suddenly flicking his long tail to hit the glass hard. The crowd gasp then coo in awe of him, and his point is lost, he skulks back to the corner.

[teaguegalen]

dennisparryghosthunter:

It was only late at night, after the aquarium had closed its doors to the public, that Dennis was able to really stretch out and swim without the indignity of strangers staring at him and making fools of themselves for his attention. He stretches his arms, uncurls his tail and swims up to the surface for a breath of fresh air, then returns down, swerving and looping, before settling back down into his favourite corner.

It was then that he noticed a figure in the distance, coming down the hallway. He glances at the clock on the wall opposite his tank, this was odd, it wasn’t time for the security guard to do his rounds yet. He swims up to the glass and peers out, trying to make out the dark figure, from what he could see it didn’t look at all like a security guard at all. Nervously he retreats back into his corner.

Teague reached his tank. His skin was as pale as sea foam. His eyes had the luminous glow of certain jellyfish. His hair was dark and curling. He had a faint smile as he gazed at the various fish swimming by. Then he began to search around. He had heard that this tank had a special exhibit. He wanted to see Dennis. 

[hisatonement]

He watches mesmerized, no other human he’d seen before glowed the way this man did, his hypnotising eyes drawing the young shark from his hiding spot.

He floats away from the rock, moving slowly closer, golden hair swaying in the lazy currents. He locks eyes with the stranger, his expression quizzical and curious.

[teaguegalen]

Teague smiled wider, and placed his palm on the glass.  

"Hello little monster.  You're so beautiful. To beautiful to be contained and gawked at by fat,  bloated, dull eyed humans."

[thirstyandlustful]

teaguegalen:

Teague was hungry. That much was easy to tell by his pale skin and red rimmed eyes. He was hunting, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not, pulling a pretty little man with soft blue hair close and all but fucking him on the dance floor. He was so focused, he didn’t notice Ash getting closer. When he finally did, he all but dropped his intended prey, staring with parted lips.

Ashley had to admit that Teague had good taste- the pretty thing in his arms was almost as delectable-looking as Teague was. It’s effortless for the vampire to shove the human out of the way however, elegently taking his place in front of Teague. “Half-starved is a sexy look on you, you know that?” He says with a soft chuckle, staring deep into Teague’s eyes with his own, well-fed hues. His gaze said it all- he’d missed Teague, more than he’d missed anyone in his existence. 

“Can I have this dance?” He asks, making it clear that he wanted to be the one that Teague was practically fucking on the dance floor. 

[teaguegalen]

It was hard to admit,  but Teague had missed him.  He'd tried to fight it,  tried to remind himself that Ash was a monster,  and no good for him,  but just looking at him made Teague hard.  He groaned and put his arms around Ash,  pressing in.  

"What do you want from me? What am I that you can't leave me alone?"

P L E A S E   R E A D 

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

Please like/reblog if you ARE TOTALLY OKAY with roleplaying with muses that apply to the following above.

[acertainwisdom]

I have a Marvel vampire hybrid oc. Also willing to do AUs of pretty much any of my characters. 

[hisatonement]

From Teague: 🐬

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

He growls and swims out to the crowd of onlookers, suddenly flicking his long tail to hit the glass hard. The crowd gasp then coo in awe of him, and his point is lost, he skulks back to the corner.

[teaguegalen]

dennisparryghosthunter:

It was only late at night, after the aquarium had closed its doors to the public, that Dennis was able to really stretch out and swim without the indignity of strangers staring at him and making fools of themselves for his attention. He stretches his arms, uncurls his tail and swims up to the surface for a breath of fresh air, then returns down, swerving and looping, before settling back down into his favourite corner.

It was then that he noticed a figure in the distance, coming down the hallway. He glances at the clock on the wall opposite his tank, this was odd, it wasn’t time for the security guard to do his rounds yet. He swims up to the glass and peers out, trying to make out the dark figure, from what he could see it didn’t look at all like a security guard at all. Nervously he retreats back into his corner.

Teague reached his tank. His skin was as pale as sea foam. His eyes had the luminous glow of certain jellyfish. His hair was dark and curling. He had a faint smile as he gazed at the various fish swimming by. Then he began to search around. He had heard that this tank had a special exhibit. He wanted to see Dennis. 

[govthookercoulson]

Kinky (I'm having regreeeeets)

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

Drunk Phil is juuuuust fine with it.

[teaguegalen]

govthookercoulson:

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”

“You pick. You are my guest. I need to just take my meds, and I’ll join you, ok?” Teague headed into the kitchen to make up a batch of serum. He didn’t want to push his luck with Phil. He hadn’t had company in awhile.

[teaguegalen]

musesofthetower:

teaguegalen:

Teague chuckled and ordered something called bloodwine. “You have no idea. There is a whole world sharing the same planet that no one gets to see. Sorcerers, mystics, aliens, and the fae. Vampires like me. All here, walking among the clueless humans.”

“Sounds interesting,” Wanda nodded slowly, “I suppose I will learn a lot. How do you… all of you, stay off Hydra’s radar. I mean sorcerers, fae, vampires, I’m sure they’re something Hydra would want.”

Teague sipped his drink and sighed. “There were a few vampires in Hydra. In fact there was a scientific experiment to clone Vlad Dracul. It turned out badly. The original Lord of the Vampires was staunchly anti Nazi however, and his influence was definite. There were Hydra mystics, but they were countered by good sorcerers. As for the Fae? I don’t know of any who were interested in either side. They are an inscrutable lot.”