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PINNED POST ! * / this is a starter blog for unveilhq. since tumblr’s tagging system can be wonky and sometimes new blog’s don’t have their posts in their page, we will be reblogged every starter here. make sure you reblog from the original post though and try to reply to other people’s starters!
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Location: Prob a coffee shop or park or something Status: Open | @unveilstarters Diego pulled his focus from what he was working on as heard the other's voice. "huh?" he asked as he took time to process the other's question in his mind. "Oh no no one is siting there feel free to join me or take the seat." He tucked the pencil behind his ear and closed the little sketch book of small designs of stuff he wanted to build.
LOCATION: anywhere that makes sense but maybe museum MUSE: julian cortez | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
he looked up at wall. he knew he would not be able to jump that. he was short, but he thought he was able to jump over, maybe? but then he doubted it. " why are we trying to sneak in again? " he said as he looked over at the other. " i think this is a bad idea. i'm a damn nurse, i can lose my job, please, " he sighed. " let's get out of here, go get some food, call it a night. like–– what's in there that is making you want to break in... "
LOCATION: moonlit bar MUSE: elijah james ullman | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
elijah didn't know how long he had been waiting there. he checked his watch and he saw that another fifteen minutes had passed by. they did say to come meet here at 8 pm, right? he looked up at the clock and realized that he would have been waiting for for a good 45 minutes. elijah was a patient man, but even with him, he couldn't give any more time. maybe he'd give them fifteen more minutes and if they don't make it, he'd leave. he takes a sip of his drink and he waits, before turning to the person that sat next to him. " hi there, " he said.
LOCATION: idk fire pits close to the forest? MUSE: jupiter randolph | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
jupiter really didn't feel like going out, not tonight. but some convincing and he forced a smile and got ready to go. it was chilly, wore a comfortable flannel shirt, and the denim jacket over, and some comfortable pants. when they arrived, jupiter seemed to gravitate towards the fire. even when their friend was out to chat with other people, jupiter stayed. he looked over to the man that took a seat across from him and he gave him a soft smile. but jupiter didn't say anything. but he kept glancing up at the man occasionally.
LOCATION: sterling lake MUSE: artemis finch | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
artemis watched as the other man got into the water. the witch was new to the area, and yet, he decided to tag along with this man he barely knew. he smiled, as he watched the other man strip naked and running into the water, and artemis didn't want to join. " isn't it cold in there? " he chuckled. but somehow the other seemed to start convincing him as artemis started to lift his shirt up from where it was tucked under his pants. " i'm just getting comfortable, don't think i'll actually go in, " he grinned.
LOCATION: outside the grotto MUSE: kai latu | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
kai was glad that he had the next couple days off. fighting fires was fun, but even he is starting to think if it was all a good idea, being a vampire an all. but he enjoyed saving lives, and he didn't want to give up on that. he felt like he did a lot of good. he looked over at the other male and he nodded, before taking a swig of his beer. " glad we get to do this. i know it's been crazy for both of us, " he says. " i'm not going to lie, i missed you, " he winked.
LOCATION: gabriel's studio apartment MUSE: gabriel de la cruz | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters
gabe woke up. he had the best sleep in a long time. but maybe it was due to being back in his apartment after months of being away, and having the vampire gone for a couple days. of course, he was exhausted after the night activities that he completely forgot the man that was next to him. he got out of bed and he turned to him. " alright, yea, this–– we definitely can't do this again. " he stated. he goes to find his underwear and quickly puts it on. " so–– umm, please leave? "
Location; Outside The Cinnamon Dragon Open to; Anybody || @unveilstarters Note; Lucas has been around town for a while, so there's every chance he could already know your muse, he's generally friendly.
"Can I interest you in a croissant?" The question came as easily as the offered bag, one of the frankly unfairly good pastries already grasped in Lucas' other hand, flakes of pastry already stuck to his fingers in the best way. It was one of those few treats he allowed himself, but spotting the other half way through bringing it to his lips had at least encouraged the offer. "They gave me an extra or some reason, so I supposed it was only fair to share the goodwill?" There was an idle pause, before the need to keep talking won out. "Of course if it's not to your taste I could see about something else now I've made the off- Please stop me talking. I fear I've started rambling."
Hell, there was even genuine panic in his eyes for a moment. He'd been cooped up in his room for the better part of the last couple of days working on his most recent pet project and it wasn't until now that he registered just how long it had been since he actually spoke to another being.
Location: The Red Death Open to: Anybody || @unveilstarters Note: After running into his ex, Tao wants to forget about the man for tonight, instead focusing on the present, on the here and now. On Mr. Right Now. He could know your muse or not, completely up to you.
In a shadowed corner of the Red Death, Tao lounged with a disinterest that bordered on disdain. The pulsating lights painted his face in a mesmerizing dance of vivid hues—fiery reds, electric blues, and vibrant greens that swirled and blended, yet they might as well have been the grey London skies for all he cared. The music thumped—a relentless bass that should've vibrated through his bones—yet it seemed muffled, as if he were underwater.
He missed Desmond, there was no denying that. But beneath the yearning lay a roiling anger, a betrayal that scorched hotter than any flame he could conjure. Desmond's deception, had cost Tao dearly; it had stolen his life once before. Trust lay between them in tatters, and Tao hadn't the faintest idea how to mend it.
Tonight was about forgetting. About drowning out the past with the present He'd never been one for clubs—the noise, the crush of bodies—but where better to lose oneself?
A tiny flame danced across his knuckles. It flickered from thumb to pinky and back again. Yet even this small enchantment couldn't hold his attention for long.
With a sigh that no one could hear over the din, Tao extinguished the flame within his fist and rose from the booth. He wove through gyrating bodies and fleeting touches—a brush here, a bump there—each contact leaving him colder than before.
Then came an unexpected jostle and the splash of liquid warmth against skin.
"Bollocks," Tao muttered under his breath. "Mate, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" He reached out to steady the man, taking in his beer-soaked shirt.
LOCATION: Fred's cabin MUSE: Fred Falkner STATUS: Open | @unveilstarters
Fred sits by a fire and roasts a thick cut of tomahawk steak. His cabin sits on the edge of the forest, an abandoned hut he bought and fixed up over the last few months. He likes to be near the trees and, well, he needs the space to house his arsenal. Fred didn't come to Alexandria to hunt but one can't be too careful. What if there is an actual monster here that deserves to be put down? But last 6 months have been quiet, and while a part of him is antsy and itching for some action. Fred has grown to appreciate the peace and quiet.
Of course, the quiet Sunday night is disturbed when a bell rings, the alarm system he set up to keep out the intruders. Grabbing an axe in one hand and his steak in the other, Fred strides over to the front of the cabin and sees someone. "You lost? This is a private property." He calls out flatly, not hostile but not friendly either. Taking a bite out of his steak, he adds, "you probably don't wanna move. Unless you wanna get blown up to pieces or get shot at. Or get skewered." His property is trapped and fortified to a disturbing degree, or more simply put, like borderline crazy. Some of them are specifically designed to kill, seriously hurt or banish supernatural creatures.
location: masque of red death open to: open to anyone
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he'd quickly lost track of time. making the most of those private rooms, fucking and feeding to his hearts desire, draekov had arrived as soon as the club had opened and by now he'd be surprised if it wasn't close to time for the masque to close. that was the gift, and burden, of having his unnatural stamina-- and that was his favorite thing about the masque. if he tired some one out or they couldn't keep up, there was always someone else waiting to give it a shot.
this one was new. patrick. michael. leviathan. ygritte-- whatever the fuck their name was. draekov had lured them into his room a rough thirty minutes ago and, well, after throwing each other around and making an absolute mess of the room (that he intended to let someone else clean up) the vampire found himself on the floor with the other-- billy. coleman. stephanie... whatever-- riding him; their hands squeezing into his ample chest as he bounced them on his length with demanding vigor.
slamming up into them with one hard, final thrust, the vampire erupted inside them as they simultaneously finished on his heaving chest.
"did you--" draekov questioned, a soft chuckle hanging on his breath as he looked up at the man still seated on him. "did you just scream thank you?"
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Location: Blessed Hollows Grounds Open to: Anybody || @unveilstarters
Life after death had always seemed like some far off concept. Something magical, a big question for the universe to answer at the end. Leon hadn't anticipated the end hitting him in his twenties, or that it would just be some fancy new beginning wrapped up in one hell of a world view change. He'd hoped for things to be exciting still, but... Nothing really made sense, yet.
Maybe that was why he'd found himself gravitating to the church grounds. He wouldn't pretend religion had been a big part of his life growing up, but it had still painted a picture that clearly wasn't the most accurate depiction.
"Not botherin' ya, am I?" It's only when he became aware of the fact somebody had been sat next to him for a little longer than typical that he realized he'd been loitering for as long as he had. Did he look suspicious?
location: masque of red death open to: open to anyone
making his way back to the private room he'd spent an hour, or so, in with a stranger-- dancing for him-- the half naked, mildly intoxicated harpie was hoping to slip in unnoticed to retrieve his discarded shirt. he was a bit disappointed that all he'd managed to do with the stranger was dance but they couldn't all be winners.
as he stepped into the room after peering at the number on the door to make sure it was right for too long, he was surprised to see someone was already in the room. cleaning, masturbating, waiting for someone else to join them-- he honestly didn't know why they were there by themselves but he didn't care. he was a harpie on a mission. he wanted his shirt.
they just happened to be holding it.
"that's mine." he spoke up with a lick of his lips as he strode forward to pull at the balled up fabric in their hands. "you weren't thinking of taking that from me, now, were you?"
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location: keagan's home open to: open to anyone*
*keagan has been in alexandria for five years. we can assume our muses are friends, simply know of each other, or this was their first time meeting. anything goes, anything is fine relationship wise, but this will have been the first time they slept together. basically they got drunk at a bar last night, keagan gave them head in the bathroom, and then they wound up back at his place where they really made a mess... and now it's morning.
mornings were never keagan's favorite, whether he had company or not. he would have preferred to sleep until noon every day if he could but sometimes his mind liked to betray him and keep him awake; or, in this case, wake him up before the sun had even crested over the horizon.
lazily seated at the island in his kitchen, wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs and a shirt he had grabbed off the floor, he nursed his third cup of coffee as he stared at the clock on his microwave as if it had committed heinous war crimes that it needed to answer for. he really wasn't a morning person.
wincing as the kitchen lights flickered on, the witch looked over at the man that had just been asleep in his bed and offered a sleepy apologetic nod of his head. "hope i didn't wake you. couldn't sleep." he mumbled, half in defense of himself and half in explanation. "i think this is yours," keagan added on as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing. "i just... grabbed it. hope you don't mind..." mornings were always uncomfortable, especially the morning after.
"last night was fun... coffee?"
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LOCATION: A local bar MUSE: Wolfram Wagner STATUS: Open | @unveilstarters
Wolfram technically didn't lie when he introduced himself as an aspiring musician. He does know how to play more than a few instruments. Especially piano, he had all the time in the world to practice. He is nowhere close to a professional, classically trained pianist, but he is pretty good for an amateur if he says so himself. It took a bit to find a place with a piano, but he did manage to convince the owner to let him play.
After he finishes the last song, a quirky and upbeat tune he picked up while traveling, Wolfram saunters over to the bar. Getting a free drink as per the deal with the bar, he downs his cold beer. "Not bad for a self-taught, huh?" He asks the other patron next to him at the bar before flashing a cheeky grin. "I don't have a jar yet. So if you wanna tip me, you can just buy me a drink."
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Early morning runs were the best. There wasn't that many people out and about. The fresh morning air also always smelt pleasant. And, if you got up early, then you would often see a beautiful sunrise. One that Finlay had managed to catch that morning from the top of a rather large hill in the woods. Today was going to be a good day. Heading back to town to grab a few supplies, he would stay in his dog form until he made it into one of the shops before he turned back. Thankfully he was wearing his enchanted clothes, Aoife had gave him, that shifted with him when he shifted.
Paws patted on the concrete as he ran down the sidewalk, his nose helping him lead the way to one of the grocery stores. That was until he collided with a passer-by coming out from around a building. With a yelp as he felt a foot on his tail. He swung around and rushed over to the other one with a whine of worry. Was the other person okay?
