Omniscient.

1) This blog is archived. It’s sitting here wasting away in the void of nothing-but-existence. Treat it like you do any other archived blog.

2) I was bombarded and now I don’t even want to remake anymore. I’m not fucking here on this blog, and that’s all we both know.

3) Drop all of our threads like you would anyone else who left the rpc??? I didn’t realize you need to be explicitly told that it’s possible to pick shit back up later if a) I come back & b) you want to continue. A crazy concept, I know.

“ Sure they are. ” Seb quirked an eyebrow at the childish apology. Why were they getting the feeling they were talking to a child? Shrugging it off, it was better than someone bringing in trouble. “ And you sure are special. ” Watching the elves reaction idly, it was a little unnerving.  Too excited. Promptly they closed their mouth at a thought, wiping blood of his face with his sleeve. As childish at it seemed, he couldn’t shake a feeling off. Collecting themself as they turned their look away from him, down to the body. Nails dragging across skin, letting more blood flow out. Not that they were hungry anymore. “ They are pretty sharp, aren’t they? Some movies actually got something right for once. Who would’ve guessed. ” They’d focus more on the body than Taewook, shifting as they stared intently on the wounds he’d make.  “ I’ve lived long enough… A thousand maybe… ” Gazing up at Taewook, red eyes shifted to a yellow, eyeing the bat. Awfully cute, but they were getting a suspicion. “ …Do you have a thing for vampires, or something? ”

Too excited is damn right.

       He doesn’t even notice the magic flowing through his veins, far used to ignoring it in favor of paying attention to whatever was his current hyperfixation. At present, it’s the vampire before him, tracking the way he’s blatantly turned away from and how the body was a major focus. It’s cute. Too cute. So fucking cute--

       “Movies are right sometimes. Just about a lot of little things in a lot of different movies.” The elf nods matter-of-factly and brings one hand up to lovingly stroke the sleepy bat’s head with his finger. A thousand isn’t much. The thought bounces in his head until Seb pulls his attention once again, and a soft stream of giggles escapes him.

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“ That’s mean… ” Amon let out a halfhearted protesting whine at the pressure on his skull, shifting his entire body to make sure it didn’t break. But he didn’t protest all the much, just accepting that this was his new reality now. It was too annoying to move, even more annoying to try and get her off. Pain was easier to endure. Looking up at her he mulled over a question. “ I might’ve… I did smoke for a while… I just got some new — ah- ”

Ow.He barely winced when the box was dropped right in his face, but it sure hurt. Laying still for a moment, just taking in the throbbing pain in his face with a groan, tip of his tail tapping the floor annoyed. Slowly moving his arms, opening the box before he let it slide to the side, ending up holding a perfectly good brownie. Nice. Not bothering getting up from the floor, he started to eat  where he laid, painfully slow. Had she made this too? Whatever. He was too busy enjoying the brownie in his own pace to notice Eto changing. It wasn’t until she bothered him again, stepping off of him that he glanced over to her.

Whoa.That was a new look he hadn’t seen. Sitting up he swallowed the last piece, stretching out his body, joints protesting loudly. Weird aftertaste. “ I… just ate a brownie…? ” He finally answered, fully ignorant of whatever he might have done. Although, thinking about it it wasn’t to hard to put two and two together, eventually. “ … Are you high? You didn’t smoke anything… right…? ” No way someone got affected that hard that quick by second hand smoke. Wobbling, he managed to get up to a stand, taking a moment to balance himself. Standing still for a moment before he leaned into her, close enough to bump his forehead into hers. Although he’d close his eyes, a small habit he’d gotten, a little more dizzy than usual. Weird. He took in her scent to confirm that she actually was under the influence. But rather than smelling the weed on her… “ …You smell really sweet. ” Tail wagging softly, it felt like someone was turning up the heat slowly. Most probably couldn’t tell that something was affecting him, expression still dead pan. But he was getting awfully closer than usual, a little more breathier. Was he really starving that badly? Letting out a soft whine against her, like a hungry dog. “ … I’m still hungry… Is it ready yet? ”

       ------ “... Huh?”

       Eto is slow, far slower than usual, to reply as she gradually registers Amon’s words. “No..?” Even her brows draw together at a sluggish pace, confusion spreading across her features bit by bit. “I don’t smoke,” she mumbles a little, thrown off by how close he was getting to her. She’s gotten somewhat used to the demon’s lack of understanding for personal space, but it was rare they were so much as in the same room together for the times she wasn’t making food. Jez has mentioned their distance enough fucking times for a novel to be written.

       “What?” She gives a slow blink before something that hasn’t occurred in years finally happens again: she laughs. It starts as a soft giggle, airy and uncharacteristically feminine before growing in volume to a gentle laugh, accompanied by her hand instinctively hiding the view of her mouth and a shake of her head. “You’re so weird.” Wait a minute. Since when are her eyes baby pink? Amusement shimmers in the odd hues, and she hops up onto the counter behind her, where she always sits to eat.

       Fuck. That felt anything but right. The movement seemed almost slowed to her, like she’d jumped but not seen herself do it until a second later. To top it off, her entire body left like lead. It’s as if a heavy weight has been placed on top of her, putting uncomfortable pressure against her limbs and threatening to knock her to the floor, but it disappears once she’s perfectly still. Absentmindedly, she swings her foot a mere inch, and the immense burden is felt throughout her entire leg. Moving is a chore...

       “It’s dooone~” There’s something even rarer: a wide grin is on her lips as she teases Amon, giggling at the sight of a tail swishing back and forth. She spreads her legs to let him press closer against her, giving her the chance to reach said tail. She stretches her arm, leaning to catch it, and damn near falls forward right into him with a loud laugh as her forehead presses into his shoulder. At least she’d caught the floofy thing; her fingers take to instantly feeling the big poof at the end. “Soft..” It’s almost like a cat’s. She fucking loves cats.

“ Oh… Really? ” Imogen sounded surprised, but maybe they shouldn’t be. He had been buying flowers from them after all, not that it warranted knowledge. They shifted, curling up before they glanced towards him, making sure he wasn’t looking at them before observing. “ That sounds nice. I would like to see something like that… Ah, and the Cyclamen too… ”

It was weird, watching someone else do what they had done so much. The flowers had always been a point of argument. It was so stupid. Wincing, they brought themself back to reality, reaching out for the cup. Instinctively, just because someone had told them. They don’t wanna think about it anymore. And his answer made them feel worse for putting him in this situation. Taking a sip, careful as hands were still unsteady, letting him distract them. 

“ … Do you… have contact with him still? Your brother? ” The moment words left their mouth they regretted them, considering his words in hindsight. Worst case scenarios playing, as to why they shouldn’t have asked. “ I mean- I, if you don’t… mind me prying… ”

       “You could always start a miniature one on your balcony,” Ezra notes with a soft little hum, genuinely taking his time to be as careful and gentle with the flowers as possible. He once killed a rosebush Jeremiah had been nursing like a newborn child; making the same mistake to a stranger’s flowers isn’t an option he wants to accidentally pick.

       “I wouldn’t have mentioned him if I minded talking about him.” His head slants a bit at the other’s hesitation, though he opts to otherwise ignore it. “I suppose he’d be your rival, but he’s just an employee, not owner. That huge flower shop on the Mag Mile. I’m not usually in the city, so I see him when I can.” From what he remembers, talking is far better than silence in these situations, and he’ll talk about fuck all if it keeps them distracted.

You are not worthy.  It rung inside their brain, words that hadn’t mattered in so long, suddenly held power over them again.

Luca  could feel what was happening before he saw it, mentally cursing and tearing themself part further. They should have known better. All they eyes stared at them, it felt like bugs crawling under his dry, burnt skin. They didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare meeting the looks. The sickening sound pierced their ears, splatter on the floor. Shaking, not able to breathe, knees giving in. So utterly, very detestable they weren’t worth more than the guts of a maggot. 

 What did he have to do. What did he have to do to make this end. He’d do anything.

“ Stop it. Don’t look. Make them fucking STOP. ” Pleading, begging despite the anger. They wanted to tear his eyeballs out. They wanted to tear all of their eyes out. Frantic attempts at trying anything in his arsenal. Trying to squish the countless orbs and brains of those around. Trying to transform back, trying to put up illusions like walls, trying to teleport out of there. To get out.

“ For fucks sake make them stop fucking looking. ”

       ------ “I don’t take orders from worms.”

       Anukai rolls his eyes at the persistence of the thing in front of him. It’s not the ugliest nor the most destroyed creature he’s ever seen, but it’s certainly one of the most annoying. Nothing ever grasps its true place until its too late to propitiate him. And then he has a new toy for Daemon.

       Down they go. Each and every body in the vicinity collapses with a splash to the ground, instantly turned into literal puddles of blood. From the crimson, however, rises a familiar face: Mommy Dearest. Hundreds of perfect reflections of the succubus seep into existence around the pair, and a mirror follows suit in front of each one for the demon to see themselves -- and those perfect visions of his dead mother watching -- at every turn.

“I’ve got a thick skin, I’m not that easily pissed off but the latter does sound more like my cup of tea.” Roku spoke as he downed his drink and placed the empty glass back down on the bar, turning to look properly at the younger. “I do wonder if you really attempt to piss me off or just push me far enough to sleep with you.” Despite seeming like a far more relaxed man, perhaps even boring in Dracien’s eyes, he was the adventurous type. He often got mixed up in things during his wandering and today seemed no different. 

He then grabbed Dracien’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Let’s make one thing clear. You’ve been trying to be a pain in my ass but if we’re going to ‘fuck’ than I’ll be sure to be a pain in yours.” He smirked before licking his lips. “You look like a tasty treat after all.” 

“It’s more fun when you’re actually pissed off,” Dracien notes with a laugh, shaking his head only to gasp a little as he’s suddenly grabbed and brought far closer to the stranger than he was expecting to be. “See, it’s no fun when you’re not angry. That’s just sex. Normal sex is boring.” He rolls his eyes at the older man and purposely moves back away from him, downing the entirety of his glass already. Maybe he’ll settle for normal if he’s fucked up enough.

    Karasu takes a moment to think about it. Was she important to him? He would lie if he said no. She had been with him always, after all. “She is,” he decided on replying, nodding his head as he did. “Come along,” motioning with his hand he walked outside, walking until they were at a place where they had some privacy. 

  Holding out his arm, he let out a whistling sound, watching with a faint smile on his lips as a circle of shadow matter formed in the air in front of them, a beautiful crow materialising from it after a moment. The crow was quick to fly down and land on his outstretched arm, his smile softening without realising as he reached out to pet the animal. “This is Amaya,” he introduced, holding the crow out for Amena to see. Amaya tilted her head and cawed in greeting, feathers ruffling in a display meant to impress. “She has been with me since I was a child. She is my… closest friend, I suppose you could say.”

    Orcus matches Kyo’s grin with his own, knowing the lingerie would look good on him. “You know I do,” he almost wants to go and put it on right away, but he’ll be patient and wait for later. For now Kyo has his undivided attention. “The best for last,” he replies, turning around so he can press a proper kiss to Kyo’s lips. “Hmm… I can think of a few things,” he offers, moving to sit in the other’s lap. He presses a kiss to the other’s nose, unable to stop himself. It had felt so odd to do such affectionate gestures at first, but now it feels more and more natural. Any skin on display are kissable, he has figured out that much. “I think I want your hands all over me,” his voice is lowered and a teasing grin appears on his lips. “Will you give me a massage?”

    “Hmm? I do?” Orcus blinks as chocolate is smeared onto his lips, tongue darting out to lick it off without hesitation. Form that small taste it seems like he won’t completely mess up the chocolates he has made as well. The thought makes him grin and he shakes his head: “Not too much of a mess… and I’ve cleaned up most of it already,” he assures, tilting his body so he can rest against Kyo.

  Huffing, he shakes his head: “That’s probably from working at the stove. I swear, I have never done anything that nerve-wrecking before,” that was probably a lie, but still, temperating chocolate was goddamn difficult. He didn’t know how people did it. “I should, but then here you are and suddenly I don’t want to get up again,” was it pitiful? Perhaps, but Orcus just knew that was stupidly in love. 

  “Maybe I’d be more inclined to take a bath if you joined me?” he tries, for once not meaning anything suggestive with it. He just wants to relax in warm water and feel Kyo’s body close to him whilst he does it. Bonus points if the other plays with his hair at the same time.

       “Baaabe,” Kyosuke chuckles and gives his fiancé a gentle squeeze in his arms, relaxing against the couch to provide as much comfort for the both of them as they settle down together. “I think you’re being a little overdramatic.” The idol teases and removes one arm from Orcus’s waist to gently tuck a lock of dark hair behind his ear. “The most nervous I’ve seen you was the first time you came along to a photoshoot.” For as bad as he’d felt from witnessing the other keeping a death grip on his hand before they’d gotten out of the car, it had been adorable to see him on the sidelines.

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