HUMBLE SERVANT

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

so i’ve been meaning to post this for awhile but i honestly didn’t have it in me to even log into this blog without crippling anxiety and stress. i’m sure it’s been obvious that i’ve not been here, this blog has been inactive for over a month. over that time, i’ve been through some personal things and changes in relationships and living situations and changes in health. on top of working a new job, i’ve been spending what free time i have outside of work, attending support groups in the community and at the hospital. i don’t have a muse for this blog anymore, i lost that muse a couple months back and it’s never returned. i’ve lost a lot of things over the past 2 - 5 months and i’m trying to get myself sorted back out and figure out where to go in a new direction in my life. i’m very sad to say this but this blog is now shut down, this will be an archive. i’m really sorry for the threads i’ve left and for those that i no longer talk to anymore.

i wish you all the very best.

[wordsnquotes]

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

(via kushandwizdom)

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

THERE IS A HOUSE IN NOLA - x

[emeralds-and-ashes-blog]

“Oui, red does make people want to buy things, or so say the studies. I true believe that is why Target is so dangerous. I find the urge to purchase everything even worse there than the cheaper big box stores. It is horrid,” he sighed softly. Of course, they also had the largest carts out of them all, which was yet another sales tactic. 

Louis sighed softly, glancing over at Theodore as he turned off of the highway. “You have nothing to fear but fear itself. It’s very much like leaping from the top of a building several stories high. It may be completely dangerous for a human to do, but we are fine doing it, and even if we get hurt, we’ll heal. You will drive home, Theodore,” he said firmly. 

A grin stretched over his face as he made the turn into the mall parking lot, which was relatively empty given the time of night. It was exactly how he liked it to be. “Oh, yes! I do love Pier One!”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

“Maybe we should go there last if we really need to go there after these other places.” He smiled, nodding his head in slight agreement; it was rather interesting to hear of the shopping compulsion Louis seemed to have with Target. His smile had momentarily faded as he cast his gaze back to the other, abandoning the view from the window. His companions voice grew firm and serious -- the attempts at displaying his fear of driving had failed.

Louis made great points, ones that Theodore could no longer fight against and with a loud sigh of defeat, he settled. “Yes, right. I’ll drive home.” He’d make the best attempt he could now to not seem as if the idea was still terrifying to him; forcing himself to focus more on the shopping trip.

“Oh good. What all do they have there? Is it like furniture or just little trinkets and decorations?”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

Higher Society

[masonverger-rising]

“I think you’re gonna have to prove that one,” Mason says and gives the boy another squeeze. With his other hand he palms over a creamy thigh and then rubs his belly, up to pinch one nipple and then the other.

For a moment, in the back of his mind there’s a tickle, like a thought that he can’t quite catch hold of, but there are better things to be going on with and Mason ignores it, he pushes forward, crowding against the kid where he’s propped up on his elbows, leaning down to nip at the white column of his throat, leaning his weight on his fists either side of the kid’s hips.

“Now, these sounds you make–” Mason fits his cock against the kid’s hole and rubs against him, he’s still wet with spit and that will do for this one, to start with at least, he pushes in with that barest hint of insufficient lubrication and grits his teeth at the burn of it– “Sing out when you’re ready, then.” 

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

It appeared that it would prove more difficult than he thought to prove to this man that he wasn’t entirely human. He had hoped that his cool skin would of simply been enough from the start but it could easily have been passed off for a medical condition and his fangs just the same for costume accessories. Given that it proved harder to enter this mans mind and influence it, he figured he’d try a later approach -- for now, indulging entirely in the affections and touches that his mortal partner treated him with.

Sing out, he would surely do. With a quick and simple thrust his smaller body worked to mold around his length; a low hiss which soon subsided into a heavy moan as he took a moment to get his bearings. Fingers gripped the sheets, head tilting back just slightly. “W-well. Show me what you’ve got then.” Perhaps it was another taunt, doubting this mans stamina or his ability to handle weird.

[agnelino]

thyhumbleservant.

      she’s become quite flustered,   though she’s quiet and unmoving.   her mind races,   thoughts jumbling together in a fit of philosophical debate   –   she doesn’t really know how to articulate her stance.    ❛ –    im sorry, ❜  she finally says,   ❛  i’m ..  i’m OPTIMISTIC. i’m a hopeful person..  usually, i mean ———    things are really different and complicated,   i haven’t really figured things out.    maybe i’m a little lost …    but NOT ENTIRELY.  i don’t think anyone’s ever entirely lost. ❜

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

lips curved downwards in a slight frown, his expression was sympathetic. “don’t apologize -- perhaps i have come off a bit TOUGH, i surely didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” his statement was sincere, trying to soften both his posture and expression to appear more welcoming and calming. “no, i don’t believe you to be lost but i’m sure you’ll figure it out. what was it that you wanted to do with your life? i am curious.”

[sharedcage-deactivated20170210]

theo.

‘ several things, really-but that would be getting to much into science and i doubt i have enough of your attention for it to be worth explaining the whole thing ’ he responded, a shrug added at the ed of his sentence. he might not look like it, but raleigh is actually quite a smart lad and it always seems to surprise people whenever he lets these little moments slip into his interactions. ‘               anyways, are you gonna get up or not? ’

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

“i think you’d be surprised how much of my attention could hold if you wanted to explain it.” theodore gave a dramatic yawn, shifting to a sitting position and look at him with wide tired eyes; a long silence. “yeah, yeah. i’m up but please keep the curtain closed. when does the sun go down? what time is it anyways?”

[notasaviour-blog1]

he looked at her, bottle of bourbon between his fingers and an effortless H E A T coursing through his veins. she looked soft, damon thought to himself mindlessly.      "      i WOULDN’T get too close if i were you.      "      he warned, almost underneath his breath. he was not even sure if the girl could have heard him clearly enough or not.      "       i’m not the type of guys that you want to be around right now.      "

                           ——————– @thyhumbleservant [ closed starter. ]

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

there were certain perks to his androgynous appearance; the ability to easily trick potential victims into thinking he was a soft and INNOCENT girl was only part of that thrill – he even wondered if that made him potentially more LETHAL than others of his kind. with drink in hand, he sat down at the bar; his gaze finding the stranger who spoke to him. “no? do tell me, what type of people should i be around right now?” theodore challenged, knowing now that the tone of his voice would surely give away his gender.

[tamper]

[theaddamstwins]

@thyhumbleservant

“I wouldn’t worry so much about me, but about you if you cross her path,” Evan said. He snarled.

“Wait … what do you mean you haven’t seen her?” Evan let go of the man with one hand and held him fast with the other. He pulled out his serrated Bowie knife and held the tip to the guy’s chest, ready to pierce it through the breastplate.

“If it’s not you, then you have a twin. Do you have a twin?”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

oh good, he was laughing now; this mans reaction was all too amusing. his blue eyes widened, lips curling back into a wicked grin; fangs now prominent and visual for the other to see -- for all the other knew, they could of been fake. “BRAVE.” he practically mocked him, giggling like a crazy person. “no, i don’t have a twin but i can assure you. i’ve not seen her, perhaps you should keep better track of her? a leash maybe?”

[miller-mayfair]

Getting a kiss on his cheek for admitting that he was a professional bullshitter left Miller wanting to tell, like, one thousand more lies.  Then he could confess them all to Theodore and see if it earned him another.  He grinned, big and goofy, and not at all like a guy that was used to having any form of sweet kisses.  “Yeah, I – yeah.  Not that I won’t tell you the truth.  I’m sure there is plenty for us to find out about each other.”

Still on his knee, Miller lifted his face up to peer at Theodore, forced to look up at him instead of down.  The suggestion to reverse their roles confused him enough that his nose wrinkled up beneath the bridge of his glasses.  “You sure?  Er, I guess you do have the advantage of superior strength and, um, bounciness.”  The last word came out breathy when he received more kisses, this time on his hands.

Fuck.  Whatever he was doing right, he sent up a quick prayer to whoever happened to be listening on the Prayer Network (he wasn’t particular) that his luck would hold throughout the night.

“Right.  I’ll just…”  When Theodore lowered down he gestured at the immortal’s braced hands, then floated his up to mime the vague action of scaling the fence.  Normally, when he did that on his own, it was a show of such awkward grace that Miller might have given a psychic seizure to any witnesses.

He planted a red Converse atop those waiting fingers and gripped the top of the fence.  How could this possibly go wrong?  With a nod of agreement to Theodore he hopped upwards with the assistance of those sturdy hands, swinging a long leg over the top.  The Talamascan hovered on it for about three seconds before his weight pitched towards the garden.

Then gravity got its hooks in him and the man went toppling over with the last visible sign of him a red shoe arcing through the air before he landed with an ‘oof’ on the other side.

“Nailed it.”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

It was surprisingly delightful, the mortals reactions and even his hesitation; flashing him a reassuring smile, Theodore took hold of that red shoe and began to boost him effortlessly. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to hurt me. I’m not entirely breakable.” he teased, making sure to keep Miller properly balanced as he made his way over the fence.

Sure to not keep him waiting, Theodore gripped the fence and vaulted himself over effortlessly, landing with a graceful and soft thud on the tips of his feet. “You’re okay, right? I didn’t give too big of a push?” He quickly began to inspect Miller, allowing memory to check over him to seek out any scratches or scuffs.

Once he was certain that the other was safe, he sought out that familiar hand again; seeking the inviting warmth of it and began to slowly walk along with him. Blue eyes, scanning the area with curiosity; the growing sense of wonder growing upon his face.

The gardens certainly were beautiful, a perfect display of colour and variety; quiet and empty just as Miller had promised and just as he had liked. He certainly didn’t mind being in the public eye but it was this quiet time with the other that he was seeking. “Do you know why I like flowers?” he asked, voice soft.

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

@skinsdcgs gets judged hardcore on murder skills.

god it was HILARIOUS, watching her struggle with that body; it was messy and clumsy and surely she would get caught with such a disposal. with his back against the brick, he watched her with great interest; snickering to himself before decidedly making his presence known. “you call that a disposal? such a mess.”

[crueloldworld-archived-blog]

All were monsters. Mortals and immortals alike and the Brothers, too. The thousands of pairs of ever judging eyes, the claws that could tear you with their bitter hate for you or one you knew, the twisted hairs and spikes that may protect you in the beginning but in the end seek out to impale you and cause the dark hurt in your skin or ghost of a heart. He came close to giving up and losing the will to feed but then he was spurred with the notion of giving those monsters what for and having purpose beyond his occupation of a mindless and easily swayed lackey. He was still hardly an inch away from that. 

Brother it was with scorn and what a hateful slap in the face it was to him. He would hit him, squander it not and let what could not be found in his words be substituted for in ferocity. In no more than a blink of the eye did he aim to slap him upside the head.  

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

There was no reason for surprise or shock to come to him; the vampire before him had done just as Theodore had requested of him. He knew very well that his temper and tongue were getting the best of him. How could he compete with others of his kind -- especially those that were so close to the master, Dracula, himself? Theodore had be astray too long, left to his own devices to fend and learn for himself. 

As he steadied himself, he turned his gaze back to the other with a wicked smile. “Did that suffice, are you pleased now, brother?”

[slo-djinn]

[miller-mayfair]

“It’s not your fault.  No need to worry about my grumbly feelings, I just – “He grimaced.  Then sought to explain himself better.  “The situation is all pretty complicated.  I’ve been someone different than me for over a decade.  Sometimes I forget how to be me.  Especially when my memory isn’t exactly reliable.” Miller took Theodore along a bricked wall that lined one of the side streets, hedges along the top forming a trim line to keep people on the pavement from seeing inside.  He knew the secret, though.  And he tugged the blond over into a small alcove where a black metal gate stood guard.  Just beyond its thick bars there were glimpses offered of the promised garden.  He laced his fingers together, kneeling down to offer the immortal a boost.

“Come on.  Up you go.  We’re in the clear for the night – these houses are empty while their owners are off on holiday.  So we shouldn’t be bothered so long as we keep the noise down.”  He informed the vampire with a roguish grin, clearly excited about the prospect of breaking rules.

“We can talk more once we’ve successfully crashed this garden party of, um, us two.”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

It wasn’t very difficult to understand, Theodore had spent years fitting the mold of what he was supposed to be that he had forgotten entirely who he was or what he wanted to be. He’d played many roles in his mortal life that immortality had seemed like a chance to reinvent himself and find himself. A chance to be whatever he wanted to be. “No, that makes sense...don’t stress so much on it.” The immortal smiled, pressing a quick gentle kiss to his cheek.

As Miller led him onward, his eyes scanned the area for any wayward mortals that may catch them on their quest; thankfully, the streets were pretty much near empty down this way, thankfully. Watching him get down on his knee to give him a boost was adorable, knowing well that he was more than capable of hoisting himself up to get in himself; he was worried about Miller getting over. He couldn’t help it though, it was a lovely gesture, one that caused his stomach to blossom with butterflies.

“I’m more worried about you getting over if you hoist me up.” He smiled, reaching down to take his hands in his and raising them to his lips for a kiss. “I can climb the fence easily, I’ll give you the boost.” Perhaps he was worried about it because Theodore seemed so small and frail but the strength was there. He took Miller’s former pose and offered a boost to him. “C’mon, I’m excited.”

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

THERE IS A HOUSE IN NOLA - x

[emeralds-and-ashes-blog]

“All of the red doesn’t help,” he sighed softly. “The color is supposed to make people want to purchase things. Of course,” he added, “they also have everything that one could possibly need or want.” All of the big box stores were magical places to Louis, and a smile came to his lips as he thought of them. He glanced over, shaking his head. “There will not be any restraint given.”

“I do have faith in you, though I’m not entirely certain that allowing you to drive is a matter of faith. After all, what can truly happen? The car is heavily insured. If you wreck it, I will have a new one. We ourselves are immortal. If you crash the car, we would be fine. You could hit another vehicle, but your instincts will come into play and even that would most likely be avoided,” he said with a shrug of his own shoulders. 

“We may go anywhere you like, though the candle store is my weakness,” he confessed softly. 

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

“Red makes people want to buy stuff?” he asked, peering over at him with amusement. “I’d never heard of that before but maybe that explains why I always seem to buy too many things that I don’t need.” Theodore smiled mostly to himself, his gaze shifting to glance out the car window. The music surely wasn’t something that he would have chosen but it was his companions preference and he surely wasn’t going to say anything otherwise.

“You’re right...maybe I’m being too paranoid about the whole driving thing...I forget that we’re not as fragile as humans...or that our motor skills are heightened.” A soft chuckle escaped him, looking back at Louis again with a smile. “We’ll go to the candle store last then...let’s start with that Pier One place.”

[miller-mayfair]

“There he goes.

                     One of God’s own prototypes.

           A high-powered mutant of some kind never even

                              considered for mass production.

                   Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”   

                                                      -Hunter S. Thompson

Mun and Muse are 21+

Potential NSFW/Triggers

Talamascan OC for The Vampire Chronicles/cross-over and OC friendly

Part of the Talamasca Tribulations Event on Tumblr

Meme, multi-para and brief-liners welcome

[masonverger-rising]

[text] He’s on his way. 

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

[text] Send the cute one, I’m sure you’ve got one of those kicking around.

Lips curved into a slight smirk, phone shoved into his front pocket as he quickly tended to packing his backpack; simply just passing through and honing the ability to travel rather quickly, he didn’t carry much with him. Theo found himself downstairs, sitting out front of the hotel in waiting.