it ends or it doesn't.

that's what you say. that's how you get through it. the tunnel, the night, the pain, the love.

[vcxlobo]

hello, hello! im niko & I’m playing lobo aka bang dabin aka professor. my page is pretty much set but if you’re on mobile, click here for his nav page to get access to all his info. below is just a little info to get you started and hope to plot with you all soon!

edit: plot page is set up! click here

he is a werewolf, as far as he knows and doesn’t have any particular disdain for any other species yet.

he is a professor for music production and sound engineering, been a professor for 4 yrs after competing undergrad & grad school at the same place (seoul university)

covered in tats! opting to show them off when he’s lobo and covers them in long sleeve button ups as professor

won’t introduce himself as a howlers members unless you’re a howler yourself or he’s trying to recruit. his tattoo is on his pelvis so its not obvious unless you’re sleeping with him.

if you know he’s a howler, prefers you to call him by his street name lobo but if not goes by (and introduces himself as) dabin

loves to paint and read the classics, minored in latin studies which is the reason for his proficiency in spanish & conversational latin (although he doesn’t get much practice so he’s losing it completely) but also likes motorcycles, leather & black and cyberpunk aesthetics

believes you have to know your past to be ready for your future

heavy drinking problem which caused him to be put on leave at his job (more related to his public intoxication crimes, he’s never appeared drunk at work)

gets commissioned for art pieces, sells them on whatever equivalent of an etsy shop is in this realm & instagram

he’s smart, patient and understanding. likes to connect with people but doesn’t really label himself an extrovert, he can be distant depending on whats on his mind

can be stubborn with a couple of things

confident in his body completely but fluctuates on his face looks from day to day

wants a puppy at home but his werewolf friends keep making fun of him for it, so he dog sits for friends in the meantime

no kids or living family members that he talks about so don’t ask

can get a little petty if you piss him off

wants to create a multimedia studio one day for creatives but thats not in the stars yet, the howlers need him

[vcxlobo]

FAKE LOVE

@valvc

he could discern every single melody that played through his over the ear headphones right now. every note had a purpose, a specific machine or a instrument behind its beauty. he could tell which sounds were digitally altered, which were allowed to come through unfiltered and where they stopped in the foreground to be hardly appreciated in the back. after a long and stressful day of lectures and meetings, listening to music like this was a now a necessary ritual for him. it allowed him to disconnect slightly from all the sensory overload this city served at every goddamn waking hour. but it wasn’t a true escape. his other senses would never allow it. even with his eyes were closed, and his ears occupied, the slight rustling of the chair across him was just enough to bring him back to reality. “oh hey dr.so-bong.” he said slightly embarassed to be caught during a time like this. “hope you weren’t sitting there for too long. sometimes I kind of space out when I’m listening to music.”

the professor across from him wasn’t a permanemt member of the school staff, but came to teach a couple times throughout the terms. they had also attented the university together and he had crossed paths with her many times beforehand but it was only in passing. at his age, his college days had felt like a blur. drugs and alcohol aside, it was a time when he was only really looking forward, trying his best to achieve what they all said he could achieve. but now that he had done it, now that he was here, he wondered if those forgotten memories were his best days. why is life going so fast right now? “so how are your students this time? I have one group who are making my class their very own dating show.” dabin would never admit that he secretly loved there antics, it was fascinating to see how far people went to not feel alone anymore. “it started off innocent but I feel like its going to get messy soon. some of these kids are just too desperate.” pan calling the kettle black, or however that saying goes. “they all just need to fuck and get it over with.”

[vcxlobo]

vcmanikal​:

Maja read his response under her breath. I would donate ten times over if it meant seeing more of you. You could’ve drawn a line from those thirteen words to Maja’s clit. She didn’t understand it - well, she comprehended what was happening on a biological level. He was hot. She was horny. But she couldn’t wrap her head around why she felt such a primal surge from a simple text when it was scarcely distinguishable from the scores of messages she received from her simps everyday.

It was probably a combination of factors. It had been a while since Maja had been physical with someone. And various annoyances that occurred over the past couple of weeks had put a strain on her. She was eager to let off some steam. If this is how she was feeling through a screen, she wondered what it would be like if they met up in person. When they met up. Maja was manifesting it.

Though the more feral part of her wanted to type out fuckmefuckmefuckme, she managed to let her superego take the lead.

manika: you’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself. with a face like that, you’d probably make a killing as a streamer too ♡♡₩₩ something to keep in mind if your day job doesn’t work out lol

Another ding and a chat box popped up on her screen. Some loser asking to buy her underwear. She closed it out and typed another message to this paintnsip.

manika: can i know your name?

with the ping of a notification, a smirk crossed his face. there were a lot of words in her message but he was able to read right between the lines. dabin was use to simping for women who hardly returned the energy, especially streamers who saw thousands a message any given day. but she called him hot. not in those exact words but the werewolf could tell. and its not like he had never thought about giving streaming a try, he was pretty confident in his looks. but due to his tendencies of hyperfixations, he was afraid he’d pour his all into this and get tired of it a couple weeks later. he’d rather leave it to the more interesting, manika being one of them. 

paintnsip:  keeping an audience can be exhausting. I’m more of a one on one type of guy, detail is very important to me with my work. so now with everything I like to give my undivided attention. 

reading over his message, he wondered if it was coming across flirty enough or if he was just sounding like an asshole. he always teetered that line carefully but there were a few times where the latter landed him in a heap of trouble. 

paintnsip: but maybe I’d be good at it. you think you’d sub to me? im dabin by the way. 

all of a sudden inspiration hit, and he quickly stepped away from his computer to do what needed to be done. setting up his camera on a table in his living room, he turned on a couple lamps aiming them slightly towards the window. after a couple of minutes, he was done and stared proudly at the video in his phone. the clip started with him sitting on the armrest of his sofa, flexing his chest and arms slightly and posing. he moved his hands around, first burying them under the band of his boxers before stretching them out then pushing his hair back and ending with a slight smile. most of his tattoos could be seen given his choice of attire, except for his howler tattoo which remained hidden on his pelvis. the part of the clip he was definitely going to clip out was him laughing at himself and running for the camera to stop it. after making a couple of edits, he saved it to his album and pulled up his insta. dabin had followed the woman beforehand (her social media was posted every couple minutes on her stream and all over her profile) but sliding into her dms with a sappy pick up line seemed crazy. instead he was going to crash into it with a video of him posing in his boxers with the agdeog skyline behind him. returning to his computer, he quickly typed a message. 

paintnsip: I sent an audition clip for my streamer prospects to your dms on insta. let me know if you need to see more. ;) 

[vcxlobo]

vcmanikal​:

[ @vcxlobo ]

When Maja noticed him, she was concluding her play-through of Breath of the Wild, winding down her stream and thanking her viewers for their support and numerous donations. 

She wanted to ignore him, not only because the stream was over, but because conceding that she had noticed him out of the thousands in her chat granted him a power that Maja loathed giving to men. Finally, though, she gave in. His pfp looked cute. And the hunger had started building within her again, cresting into a yearning peak. She craved flesh against flesh, a beautiful lover between her thighs. She played it cool despite her needs, her pride more potent. Rolling her neck, she typed out an opener in a private chat.

hi there! thx for the donation. i hope you enjoyed the stream ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

As she awaited his reply, she went about internet stalking him. Something she was exceptionally good at, even if her means of acquiring information wasn’t strictly legal. With a few clicks, she discerned from his IP that he lived in Agdoeg, which - after drinking in a few photos of his bare, tattooed chest - made her salivate like a dog. 

A tinny ding brought her back to the chat. Her glossed lips curved up in a private smile. With manicured fingers poised over the keyboard, she knew she would have to play her cards right to get what she wanted. Not like it was hard.

his fingers glided against the top of the keys effortlessly, every letter ringing a loud clack throughout his whole apartment one right after the other. when dabin first turned on his computer, his plan was to go to the naughtier side of the internet first. he had even stripped down to the bare essentials, only wearing a pair of boxers in order to feel more comfortable. but after hovering over private tabs for a few seconds, he instead decided on a different form of entertainment tonight. he wanted to see her face again.

he had stumbled onto her stream a couple days ago. she was on his recommended page, ofcourse, during an ungodly hour filled with toxic valorant players and misogynistic podcast bros. he clicked into her stream instantly, but after getting a call from his alpha a few minutes later unfortunately had to log out. he wasn’t even able to say anything to her. but not this time. although her stream was filled to the brim with viewers, some expertly timed messages were enough to catch her attention. after sending what he assumed was a obligatory welcome message in his private messages, he mustered up the courage to try to connect. 

paintnsip: I would donate ten times over if it meant seeing more of you. I couldn’t click away. 

god, he felt like such a simp. but he couldn’t help it, she was breathtaking. the things he would do to just lick every single inch of her. goddamn animal insticts. after quietly cursing himself out in his head, dabin turned back to the chat. “im going to need the link to the bathwater asap.” 

[vcxlobo]

syphavc​:

💭

[....]

His smart mouth, ending her giggling though. Replacing it with free deep laughter, the sound passing her lips effortlessly and she stepped two steps closer. “That’s a gross overestimation of those rags”, she added, ignoring the eyes that had glanced back at her, taking note of his movement, eyes scanning the shape of his back to the width of his arm span. Her eyes travelled down his body as the bar was tossed few paces in front of her. She scoffed then stepped forward and over it, left hand pushing stray locks from her face. Again her eyes passed over the glimpses of tattoos on his skin, and a faint question rose within her. With a hum she ignored it, for now, instead watching him be surrounded by the sad looking group, and still ignoring their quick looks at the woman just watching. She would not be speaking to those specks of uselessness. She realized that close the one behind him, closest to her, was her mark, fangs releasing with anticipation. 

Her tongue passed the pointed teeth as blood filled her nostrils. “Now you see why you should play with them. You’re already down in the points”, she said with a sharp grin. Slowly she walked closer, water shifting beneath her platformed boots. The sound of bone shattering halted her steps, and she laughed victoriously. Easing to the side she saw the arm in his own hand and the blood that ran freely. “So you chose for fun”, she whispered, ignoring the looks of horror on the others faces. “Feels good doesn’t it?” she posed, words floating gently pass her lips as she watched the blood flow.  “Finish it”, she said stepping closer to her mark, though her eyes moved to the wolf’s face. “Give what they demanded, it’s only polite. Go on.”

She stood behind her mark, unmoved, letting that sweet smell that pulled her there speeding flood her, closing her mind to the other blood not worthy of her palette, or the furry hidden in flesh hiding his hunger for more. Fear would keep her mark in place. From the sight of shattered bone and blood, paired with the sound of despair from his foolish friend, to the crawling sensation at the back of his neck, warning not to turn for terror he would never imagine awaited him. “Don’t be stingy now. Share such an experience with the others. You act like you don’t want to but your heartbeat says you need it. Go on. How sweet the sound of breaking bones is to the ear.”

he hadn’t heard a scream like that in a long time. there was one time, a couple years ago, he had tried a vegan lifestyle with one of his long term flames. she promised it would fix all the brain fog issues he was dealing with, but after a couple of weeks, the hunger for meat set in. she had never touched meat so it was pretty easy for her (even with her werewolf instincts) but dabin was struggling. after standing in front of a butcher shop for what felt like hours, all he remembered was waking up to a destroyed store and a random man who was trying play hero. lobo was disorientated and crazed and in a fit of confusion lunged for the human forgetting himself. the scream was deafening. loud enough to snap him back to reality and thankfully he was able to dissapear without hurting him. but not this time. this time dabin couldn’t control himself, and the scream from the human traveled from his ear drum and resonated deep within his chest. as the human struggled against dabin’s grip, thrashing at his biceps to get him to pull away, to stop crushing his bones, the werewolf just stood there almost in shock. he started to wonder if the voice of the little devil was his coming from his own mind. “no....no.” he finally whispered back. 

releasing his hold on the human, dabin pulled back his hand close to his chest as the sharp claws slowly transformed back. the others were horrified from what they had just seen, what they had heard, giving him a few minutes to come up with a plan to escape all this bullshit. but the scent of another sent a shiver down his spine. supernatural creatures used these streets as hunting grounds pretty often, especially at night. but he had recognized this scent, had been warned about this one. and there was no mistaking it for any other random bloodsucker. this was royalty gracing his presence tonight. 

as his eyes followed his nose, he peered over at the woman who had just joined their little party. looming over what he assumed was going to be her next meal, and all he could do was stay silent. he had seen her once or twice before, only glimpse of course during lavish parties where he was quick to make his escape due to there being too many nightbloods. he had heard of her exploits, of her cruelty and beauty, but it was her family that was the topic of choice for many within the supernatural community. the jeups were a long line of purebloods, probably the only, and after a couple hundred years, there was sure to be an interesting story or two of them. but dabin didn’t give a shit what happened behind closed doors. he could care less of how they kept there lineage intact. in fact dabin didn’t even partically dislike vampires, there were a couple he actually liked, he just thought most of them were pretty pretentious so he did his best to stay away from them. especially her. sypha was and will always be, pretty terrifying. 

“so you were the little devil on my shoulder.” he whispered, knowing she would hear him. the others hadn’t even noticed the new addition but he could feel the tension rise again. as the man with the broken arm staggered back, he followed the dabin’s gaze and finally saw it. a scream welled up within the humans chest. “don’t do it.” dabin said, fearing what was going to come next. “this is my fault, I started this, just let him live.” but the werewolf already knew his pleading was meaningless. this whole night was spiraling too far out of control. 

“run!” dabin barked at the humans. “run away!” 

[vcxlobo]

studio session

it had been a while since he’s helped at a studio sesh. being a professor took him out the field a lot in favor of fostering his students first. so when dabin heard about this, he jumped at it like a dog to a bone. they were looking to remaster some of their songs for the upcoming pride event. in a city wide celebration, they were going to wrap up pride month with a concert and he was honored to be able to help. it was after all, one of the few things he was good at. as dabin fiddled with the program files on the mac, he peered over at kuzo to check up on them.

this was going to be their first gig in a while after retiring and the man couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head. hell he was curious why they accepted in the first place. “you excited to play again?” dabin finally spoke, returning his eyes back to the computer screen. dabin didn’t know too much about the him but the familiar scent was enough for him to fit the pieces somewhat together. enough for him to know what to say and what not to say. even though the questions were practically pounding at the back of his mind. “I’m excited for you actually. and excited that you brought me on.” he said flashing him a smile, before pulling up a specific song for them to work on. “it’s weird you know, I always thought all the time I spent teaching this stuff was enough to scratch the urge I had for music.” dabin took a breath, “but no, its moments like this that remind me why I love it so much.” fishing out a couple of refillable bottles from his bag, he took a gulp of water before placing it beside his chair. “what about you, hows life after music?” 

[vcxlobo]

vcblue​:

A Meeting at Wits’ End

the elf hardly ventured out alone nowadays. pre-occupied with three other bodies continuing to circle his orbit, his old stomping grounds had become figments of his past. except one. unbeknownst to him its the last place anyone night blood affiliated should be, but he always found his way back to its grungy frames and vintage signs, wanting the comfort and familiarity of something in all the new that was happening in his life. 

far out of place, clad in black slacks and sort of a salmon button up, he entered the place that might as well been a second home. he’d cried to plenty of bartenders at the howler, joined into karaoke sing along’s with bikers and convicts and yet he always seemed to come back for a bit more. the patrons that remembered him greeted him drunkenly as he approached the bar his favorite drink landed in front of him as if on cue. with a smile he thanked the bartender, one who knew him well and only flashed him a knowing smile while she continued to busy herself with a bar full of guests, barking in her direction for refills and orders. 

a familiar set of tattoos caught his eye and with a grin blue grabbed his drink and strolled over, a bright smile on his face as he approached the wolf.

“ya~ , long time no see?” he could vividly remember many nights that he and the elder spent talking for hours while their drinks watered down, spilling over too many blocked off feelings to who was once a stranger and maybe still was. outside of their woes blue and dabin hardly knew each other. // @vcxlobo

dabin felt like the bartender started to give him a lot of ice in his drinks nowadays. he hadn’t noticed it before, but as he swirled the blocks of ice in front of his face, he could swore they were far too large for this cup. maybe it was her trying to give him a message, he had always been nice to her, tipped her beyond the scope of acceptable and treated her with kindness and respect (didn’t try to flirt with her once). yes she listened to him vent and bitch a lot but he was pretty sure it was part of her job description. and given the issues that the gangs dealt with on day to day basis, he was sure he wasn’t the only one. ‘huh, that might be the problem.’

the only other person he vented to a lot was an elf with beautiful eyes. somehow in this haven from the rest of this wretched city, the two found solace in drowning out their feelings to a complete stranger. how it started had long been forgotten but the fact that it continues, gives him something to look forward to. because actual therapy is expensive. 

he had just come from a client meeting for a new art piece. the email detailed plenty of exposure opportunities for future clientelle and a large sum of cash for just drawing their family with bridgerton vibes. it wasn’t until he was being chased out the penthouse that he realised it was all a scam for rich people to screw over the lower class per usual. had they been supernatural, he could have challenged them. but they were humans so a colorful array of words and a threatening gaze was all that they recieved. he was sporting black dress pants, and a white button up rolled up half way up his forearm. the tie was somewhere around here while the suit jacket was thrown over the back of his chair. 

“my favorite drinking buddy.” he called back, dusting the seat off beside him rather dramatacilly. the two weren’t really buddies, hell dabin forgot their name sometimes as it was an unsual one. but he remembered this time. “where you been blue? haven’t seen you around lately.” although he saw the drink in their hand, he motioned towards the bartender for two more. she rolled her eyes then smiled and prepared it slowly in an attempt to help them finish their first. 

[elitekhh]

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[vcxlobo]

wait i lord you did those already. 2, 7 , 13

2. what is the thing they feel most guilty about?

to some degree he will always feel like he's never done enough for the howlers. they found him as a boy after he had been abandoned and raised him. they put him through school even when they laughed at his aspirations. and they supported him whenever he needed them most.

but people can die quickly in a city like this. he saw the rise and fall of alphas and betas and wondered if maybe he was more of a leader he could lead them right. "just paint, thats what makes you happy right? we got this, we'll be fine without you." those were the last words he heard from him before he died in a police raid. dabin should have been there.

7. what feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate the most about themselves?

he sighs at the thought, "...if I could change my height, I'd want to be taller." he peers around as if someone was listening in on him. "cause theres a 6'2 model that frequents the bar and I've been in love with her since she confused me for a waiter."

13. which of the 7 deadly sins best describe them?

sloth. they define it as laziness but sloth is worse than that. he's an active guy, goes to the gym and does what he needs to for work and various other activities. but theres a certain emptiness in his actions lately. yes he's following routines but he's not actively working towards anything. thats what sloth is.

[vcxlobo]

syphavc​:

💭

[...]

‘Restraint? How fucking sweet’, she mused with mild disgust. “Go on now”, she called without raising her voice, knowing he would hear her clearly, even where she stood. Still she moved, slowly stepping into the alley. Just enough as curiosity moved her, yet far enough back where she would be of no consequence to the surely soon to be dead group.

“He threatened to kill you”, she all but cooed. “With those useless hands that couldn’t even kill a fucking chicken”, a closed mouth chuckle punctuated her interjection. “Go on now. Answer that fucking moron. Are you not embarrassed letting that drivel even speak to you”, she said then took two more steps forward. “I know you can hear me”, she sang too sweetly then giggled. “Start with arms for fun, or the legs for business.”

as the men slung insults in an attempt to rile him up, it was the voice of another that snapped him back to attention. lobo was kind of zoning out, clearly uninterested in whatever they were trying to do. peering around in an attempt to locate the voice, earned further frustration from the humans. “hey, are you fucking paying attention?” the initial instigator sounded off, taking off his apron as if that was going to make him better in a fight. “don’t take your eyes off of us, whats the matter, looking for help you piece of shit?” lobo could care less what they were going on about. all he cared about was the little devil on his shoulder telling him to do terrible things. “they’re not worth it.” he replied back, turning his body away from them. “little demon, im not going to let them see a monster tonight.”

as he turned his body towards the direction of the voice, the smell of iron filled his nose. although heightened senses were a bit of super power when it came to the supernatural beast, dabin never really cared for it. he previously thought it was dabilitating to be able to smell everything within miles. but in this moment, with the swing of a rusty weight bar headed straight for him, he could only thank whatever gods made them. “he’s a freak.” weaving his body out from in front of the attacker, he could only chuckle at the absurdity of the whole situation. the men were looking at him as if he was the strange one, yet attacking drunk people in an alley is normal. “listen guys, I don’t want any trouble.” putting his hands up as a sign of retreat, he slowly backed away from them. “I said I was sorry, I’ll even take your info and send you a new shirt if you need me to. but uh...” it was on the tip of his tongue, he knew he should have just stopped there but liquid courage really makes people do dumb things, “...I think we can save everyones time and I will give you the ₩ 50 for that little number right now. whaddya say?” he fishes out a coin from his pocket and hold its up to them. 

the humans clearly didn’t appreciate that and proceed to rush forward, swinging the iron bar as he weaves out of each attack. after a couple of seconds, lobo catches the bar in his hand pulling it out and swinging it behind himself. “so you want to feel these fists huh?” the werewolf almost laughed. “please, don’t make me hurt you.” the three other men had surrounded him at this point and had mostly kitchen utensils in their hand. it was the guy with the butchers knife he had to keep his eye on. as the street fight continued, dabin could feel his heart start to race. he was getting angry, and in a moment of thinking ‘god when is this going to fucking end’ he felt a sharp pain on his side. the scrawny bastard managed to actually get a hit on him. 

the next few seconds were a blur. somehow in his surprise, he managed to grab a hold of the guys arm. and with his claws extended, he just squeezed. the scream was unlike anything he had heard before.  

[vcxlobo]

18. is there a certain flavor that disgusts them? 3. what is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced? 1. what is one word to shut them up?

18. is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

dabin really hates the taste of mint chocolate. really any chocolate at this point of his life. he says thats it due to the complexitys of what constitutes 'real chocolate'. he could go on an hour long rant on how white chocolate is just "sugar and fat" and milk chocolate is a "depravity to the world and everyone's taste bud" but my money is on something in his past. because who hates chocolate?

3. what is the worst pain they've ever experienced?

(switching formats here)

a large blanket drapes over his sleeping body, wrapping him up before carrying him onto a harder surface than his mother laps. even with the sound of a door closing and the click of a lock, the boy remains still as if he was unable to wake up from his slumber. he had never experienced paralysis like that before. and as he squirms to find comfort on something other than his bed, the screams of his mother gets drowned out with the second wave of his sleep cycle.

when he wakes up, his father is in front of him, slightly dazed and staring at him as if he was a ghost. "dabin." the burly man calls out, hiding his hands behind his back. "did you...did you hear what they did to her?"

1. what is one word to shut them up?

"run."

[vcxlobo]

15 +16

15. who do they hate the most?

his answer changes depending on what kind of mood he's in. when he's feeling cynical or staring at the bottom of a bottle again, he might say his father. dabin doesn't even know if that bastards alive but after not being able to smell his father's scent anymore, would rather believe he was dead than believe he found happiness somewhere far away without him.

when he's feeling sad or after a heavy rain, he might say humans. because it was their fear of the unknown that took the most precious thing in the world away from him. every child in existance longs for a mother's love, but the poor boy was robbed. "why couldn't they kill me too?"

but on a rare occassion, between the hours of three and four in the morning, when he's drifting between the state of intoxication and sobriety , he might whipser in a low voice his mom. because it was her love that left a mark on him. and he's afraid he'll never be loved like that again.

16. is there anyone that makes them feel inferior?

although younger, and due to werewolf shit, the alpha and beta biologically make him feel inferior. he hates to admit but thats how it goes. he'll never admit it loud though. "don't tell those fucks anything."

[vcxlobo]

they cried wolf

he drowns out his frustration with a bottle of alcohol again. “reckless”, they called him, “unstable”, they repeated and not once in their meeting did they even ask him why. had it been any other professor, they would have chalked it up to marital problems or struggles with raising a family, but the tattooed single man couldn’t possibly be dealing with anything like that. if anything it was probably the streets poisoning him, falling into a bad crowd attracted by his messy, troublemaker image. little did the suits know he had been in this life longer than their own careers and he still managed to make something for himself away from it all. “what the fuck do they know.” lobo mutters to himself, staring at the bottom of the empty glass as if it would talk back, “they don’t know anything about me, they don’t know jack shit.” 

fishing his wallet out of his pockets, he spreads a couple of won on the bar’s surface. enough to cover his drinks and a bottle he was going to swipe when the bartender was on the other side. after waiting a couple of seconds, and finally in the clear, he stumbles out the bar and takes one large swig. ‘ugh’ his lips curled up instantly and he could feel the food he ate earlier threatening to come back up. he accidently grabbed the vodka and the burn down his throat reminded him why he was picky when it came to the imported stuff. “disgusting.” he said out loud, tipping the bottle over and letting it pour for a couple of steps before throwing it against the side of the building. 

in his drunken stroll, he must of accidently turned a corner into an alleyway and in his stupitidy didn’t realize he had thrown the bottle next to a group of men smoking cigarettes. “what the fuck man.” the human called out to him, unscatched from the broken glass but a bit wet from the splatter of alcohol. “oops...didn’t see you there. sorry, bud.” there were three other men with him too, dressed in what look like chef outfits leading him to believe they worked in the kitchen of whatever restauraunt they were in the back of. the shaky hands and panda eyes led him to believe these humans were overworked and restless. and as their bodies tensed up at the sight of him, they were looking for any excuse to redirect there feelings into some form of aggression. “apologize again. you didn’t sound sincere before.” one of them spoke up, trying to antagonize the friend. “he probably did that on purpose, you’re going to take that?” lobo always thought humans were funny but these four had to be runaway clowns. “what are you going to do? fight me? cause your shirt got a little wet?” he said chuckling at the absurdity of the whole situation. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” if only they knew what lobo could do to them. 

“Heh...I’m not going to fight you. so just fuck off.” 

@syphavc

[vicecityhq]

Hello everyone! As we said Meme Monday’s are making a return! Below are a few numbered questions to ask your fellow muns/muses. We’d like to thank wanderers-of-sornieth for the original version of the meme we’ve found as we did alter it and remove content based on our trigger list on the main, as well as changed the original prompt which is in a little blurb below!

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I love it when the skies can’t sleep

dpr ian - so beautiful headers (tw: gun)

like if you save and take care of them. 1st one is my fav.