Magic and Monsters

This is an oc driven, 18+ rp blog written by Andrew

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Hello!

For those of you who don't know, my name is Andrew, and I go by he/him pronouns. I'm 30 years old, and I've been in the RP scene since 2012 or so.

I have very on and off periods of writing here on tumblr, but I'm currently in one of the "on" periods, so please feel free to reach out to me!

I'd say that I'm only semi-selective, and I tend to like writing either incredibly over the top, angsty plots, or very cute, down to earth shippy things. I also have a tendency toward a sort of urban fantasy vibe, but if that's not your thing, I can usually set it aside and write more normal plots.

Rules | Muses | Opens

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She had nearly forgotten about Lord Colten, it made her smile falter just a moment. “I-I mean I was only a teenager then…” she reasoned. Eve tried avoiding the thought of her sire more and more these days. Her days with the Duke had started to become routine and comfortable. “Though I suppose you make good points. And besides….” She turned her head to the side she looked toward the large glass double doors to her balcony. “…you can’t have a vampire for a queen right?” She asked.

Before she could let the flutters that’d turned to an ache get the better of her she looked back to Oliver. “However. I made a promise to you. I intend to keep it, you will be king….” She said confidently though she now smiled there was a small tick of sadness in her bright green eyes.

Before she pulled back she pressed herself closer and kissed Oliver’s cheek, near his lips but not quite there. She couldn’t bring herself to kiss him fully. If she did she’d never be able to go back, that’d be it for her. “Thank you for my freedom. And for everything you’ve done so far.” She said her tone soft.

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He was unable to say a word. There wasn't anything he could say, because words of comfort would not be, in the strictest sense, the truth. They couldn't expect an easy relationship, and there was no way for him to logic out a sentence that would end in the two of them magically having a happily ever after in the time it took for her to lose all steam in the moment.

"No matter what happens, there will always be a place for you in my life," he finally allowed, choosing his words as carefully as he could. Literal meaning was a powerful tool, and it carried what he hoped was the best set of intentions he could get across.

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I am going to be on mobile tonight if anyone wants to do short things

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I have intentionally not looked under the cut prior to sending smut meme this for Oliver/Eve

Eve moaned as Oliver had her bent over his lap. Feeling him toy with her, in such a position as she was in her flush bright, Her skirts pulled up to her waist exposing her. “O-Oliver.” She moaned as she squirmed under his hold. She wasn’t even sure how they ended up in this position but she wasn’t complaining.

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Oliver was done particularly caring about pretense.

The night was cold, and he'd spent the past week thinking about how it didn't need to be spent alone. The first sight he'd gotten of Eve, there were no words, no gestures, and no attempts to be flowery and polite. He took her firmly and bent her over his lap, hands going where they pleased and ultimately pulling her obstructing undergarments out of his way. Fingers now free to explore her, he worked his thumb inside of her as his other hand moved to her throat.

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by Roger Hill

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New Muse Unveiling!

Evening everyone! As part of a bit of a blog reset, I've sidelined a bunch of previous characters of mine. I have also made a call to introduce four different new muses to try to revitalize a bit. Normal character rules for my blog still exist. All of my characters will have notable fantasy elements because I enjoy that stuff, but if you don't want to interact with that, just say as much. It is okay!

Additionally, all of the new muses I'll be introducing are going to have three essential verses: Modern Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Modern non-magical, and Traditional Fantasy.

That being said, meet Evan!

Character Name: Evan Benson

Age: 26

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Notable Fantasy Element: Electricity magic

(FC Brenton Thwaites) In Evan's particular case, the modern and modern fantasy verses are very similar. Evan's father passed when he was fifteen, leaving him with two younger sisters, a sickly mother, and a lot of responsibility.

He was, for a long time, the poster child for hard work paying off. He got a full ride to a good school on an academic scholarship, paid the bills working every spare moment he could in the electronics store his father left behind, and even got the family business mostly out of debt.

After a long while, though, the stress began to get to him, and there were no longer really avenues for him to focus that hard work into notable gains. What had been a continuous stream of clear goals became a nebulous, frustrating cloud of problems to solve, and he turned toward isolation.

Right now in Evan's life, he's just trying to get his sisters through high school, find a way to manage his schedule at work better, and start to build a real social life.

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Meanwhile, in a more traditional fantasy setting, Evan is a court mage. His job is to solve problems for the King wherever he can, act as an advisor when asked, and keep his head down.

He does a serviceable job, and is likely to be found in his spare time wherever a quiet, sunny bench can be found. The rare moments in life where there is no crisis and some peace is available are Evan's favorites.

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Dick Grayson in Titans s04e03 "Jinx"

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"Come on... You're always saying I should leave the house! Let's just make a day of it and get out while there's some sunlight." Evan grinned ear to ear, turning the laptop to show an image of the zoo. It'd been months since he'd had a real day off, so he'd used a good half of the day to figure out what he wanted to do (a typical flaw in his planning strategies).

"If you don't come with me, what's even the point, you know?"

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Alright everyone The advent of multitasking with my new desktop setup has led to me having more mental bandwidth to rp/write. I have redone my blog theme and navigation, I am redoing my character list, and I will be throwing out some open starters today.

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Eve felt a flush creep onto her fair cheeks as he held his arm around her waist. Her lips came back from there hands and now were just a breath away from Oliver’s lips. “If you did want me what’s to say there’d be anything I’d want to gain but you?” Her smile coy. Her flush still present.

“What would be so complicated about this?” She spoke in a soft tone and watched him as she asked. Was she being naive? What was she missing with his last statement, she thought.

Then her eyes lowered The half vampire tried to keep her cool though it felt her chest would explode. If what he saying was true. She knew he could dance around it. But maybe, just maybe this was true. She could feel her slow heart beat thrum in her ears almost.

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"Being entangled emotionally means eventually dealing with backlash from your sire," he began, still unwilling to back off or pull away even as he ran through all of the doubts he was still having. He hovered close, unable to look away from her lips, yet he still felt like he needed to hold back this tiny bit. "Not to mention, you wanted to be rid of the noble life. I can't lose you if I love you, and that means you'll be tied to the life you ran away from," he admitted as well, brow furrowing slightly as the weight of it all made him seriously consider walking away here and now.

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Eve before she could finish the movement, she looked in surprise as he’d grabbed her hand. As he did they were brought closer. The closest they’d been, ever? She thought “No. The night they met was this close.”

He stared at her and she right back at him. He eyes trailed down from his to his lips. It felt as though a spark had ignited between them. She could kiss him….but the thought was dashed quickly as he pulled back. She looked to where he showed her the one little spot and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. It was almost a little deflated in tone even, “What would I do without you…” she spoke soft.

She then tugged on Oliver whilst he still held her wrist pulling it to her mouth. Her lips grazed his fingers before landing over the droplet by where his hand held her. Licking the viscous liquid away. “Thank you.” She whispered her mouth still close to their touching hands.

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For a brief moment, his mind felt as though it stopped working, and he leaned closer again. She was drawing him in, and though he didn't quite know what her angle was, he could at the very least tell that this wasn't some vampiric charming effect.

His free arm came to wrap gently around her waist, at which point he knew he'd thoroughly committed to this.

"I hope you realize that there isn't anything particularly significant that you gain from making me want you this way."

It was, in his own roundabout way, an admission, but even as roundabout as it was, he knew that Eve wouldn't waste any time understanding it for what it was.

"This may even complicate things to come, but if it's what you want, I just need to hear it from you."

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Eve’s hand maid had just finished tightening her corset laces and was helping to slide on her gloves when she heard the familiar knock of the Duke on her door.

Over a month had past since the reintroduction to society and her family. The royal family. Her and Oliver had been back and forth from the palace many times over the last few weeks. Today was at Oliver’s large estate. A day of pleasantries and socializing. Oh how she missed the days of quiet and her pants and horse riding.

“Come in, and thank you for the self delivered breakfast…it’s been a few days honestly.” she said and finally turned to face the door for as he entered. Breathing out and stiffly adjusting to her tight dress. “So what exactly are we in for today? I think the lack of oxygen is made me forget” she half teased. Though part of her brain wandered to the fact she’d soon have to leave for her week with Lord Colten in a few days. She’d begun to almost be abhor the idea of going back each month.

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Once in the room, he placed the vial directly in her hand with a smile. It wasn't a chore for him to bring her food. It was an excuse to spend more time with her without the prying eyes of the public. He chose nowadays to just quietly find those sorts of excuses so that he could balance his desire for her with the obvious need to keep it to himself. After all, if she ever knew that he wanted her, he would have to live with that rejection, and would likely lose everything. It was better to live the life he wanted without saying anything than to risk losing it all.

"Nothing too out of the ordinary. There's a stage show being put on by a troupe my father used to sponsor. They've invited me and however many guests I so choose, and it turns out that I just so happen to have one guest in mind," he grinned, taking a seat on the bed and stretching. "With luck, this should be a very public signal of our courtship."

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The brunch of his hand in her gloved one sent goosebumps up her arms. The warmth he radiated. But also just his presence in general. Taking the vial she opened it and quickly knocked it back. As she finished she felt the refreshing viscous liquid go down her throat. And as it did she leveled her head to face Oliver again. Everytime she drank like every full fledged vampire it made her eyes almost glow and her body nearly hummed back to life.

Eve turned and watched him sit on her bed. And she couldn’t help but imagine what could be nothing less than an explicit visual of them both between the sheets. She swallowed and smiled, refocusing, “It sounds very entertaining. I’m sure your guest will be thoroughly excited for the endeavor.” She joked. She licked her teeth of any possible blood remnants. Then gave bright but soft smile on her lips, “Do I look okay? Any blood?” She asked him. She used her hands even with the empty vial still in one hand and gripped the sides of her skirt and she lifted them slightly before giving and effortless slow spin to show her whole self to the Duke.

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Seeing the tiniest speck of blood drip onto the back of her hand, he stepped in the moment that she reached for her skirt, catching her hand short of brushing fresh blood on herself and standing now within a hair's breadth of her. For a moment that was clearly a bit too long, he couldn't help but hold where he was, tempted to go further, but ultimately he stepped back, raising her hand to reveal the drop of blood with a polite smile. "Close."

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Martin turned and sighed at the question.

He'd honestly been hoping that this would all be resolved before she got home, but there was no such thing as that kind of luck when there was this much blood involved.

"If I told you I just got into DIY butcher work, could I give you some cash to go to the store and pick some things up while I get this cleaned up?" he finally managed, the exhaustion in his voice almost leading to an exasperated laugh. There was no clear way out of this, and there was almost no point in trying. He was stuck.

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"I don't think that I would believe you if that was the truth." Lise closed her eyes to try and calm herself down before she slowly made her way closer to Martin. "What is the truth, what happened here?" She asked, her eyes unable to look away from the blood that covered him. "Please, I don't want any lies between us."

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"Truth..." Martin froze, wishing things would just work out for once. "I came home to someone trying to kill me, and I made sure it was him instead of me," he replied with a slightly numb shrug. It wasn't untrue, but to go into the sheer amount of bloodshed that could lead to someone appearing in his own home wasn't something he could do to her all at once. "There will probably be more, but probably not here at the house."

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Gonna do some writing tonight. Some replies will be out!

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I've been a little slower than I hoped, but we now have starters for everyone owed one and afirst round of replies done.

Going to be working on the replies and opens tomorrow

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Being hired protection as a former hitman was, in many ways, a lot like being an ethical hacker. Where a hacker might inform a company where all of its cyber security weaknesses were, a former hitman will have eyes, ears, and guns trained on the exact places where a trained killer might come from to take out the target.

Martin was more than happy to go about his day doing just that, with a large sum of money being wired to him by a Korean record label to make it happen, but even he couldn't help but be frustrated by the busy schedule of a kpop star.

The show finished, the crowd began to disperse, and Martin made sure his eyes were on Rumi the entire time.

"Hey miss, gonna need to take you out the side door today. Too many things to get to, not enough time to get caught up by fans on your way out the front."

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