"I am so old. I have seen things, but I need to see more, now dance." he gives ren a hundred dollars. (crack/had to)

recollectiveprotector:

"In my view, you have seen enough." He hisses at the other in an embarrassed tone. Ah, now he was throwing money, how dare he—wait, were those 50s and a 100? Narrowed hues of honey veer off to the redhead once more, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he debated on dancing or not.

"move those hips!" he cheered, he was blushing and stupidly giving out 50s and 100s, tequila, oh beautiful curse of the mexican gods. "Dance!" he cheered gladly.

servants-of-tartarus:

"Yeah, if that’s okay with you." Blake answered, not feeling the best he could be. Possibly he was tired, but nonetheless, sleeping with the older man felt like it would be the best option for now, as he was tired from what he did when he was supposedly changing his clothes.

The wolf smiled then, seemingly happy that the other would be okay with it so quickly. Although he was the difficult one that would often need convincing… he felt safe enough with Blake.

"Alright then, you look tired.." as that was pointed out the waves began to become noticeable as the boat moved, which only made him look more sick, and gave the other man a tired look "Uh … I wanna be knocked out quickly…" he complained and got up, only to get in bed and cover himself up completely, even his head. He felt so nauseated already.

wiresngears:

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"P-pet me? … Uh, I suppose." In all honesty, he still wasn’t used to the boy’s sudden switch in mood, and he doubted that he ever would get used to it. But he didn’t want to upset him again, either, so he carefully approached Able, tail flicking from side to side warily.

He also got up, and although his face was still pretty much emotionless looking, he was careful when touching the other’s fur, trying not to scare him away or hurt him, he seemed to care about his comfort as well, just like he would with Pachinko.

"Are you singing?" the wolf asked with irony in his voice. Exile. What a proper song. (had to)

recollectiveprotector:

roleplay-farm:

recollectiveprotector:

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"Hm?" His voice cuts off the tune when he hears the other speak. "Ah, yes I was. Do you want me to stop?" 

"Banishment. It’s interesting for you to use that reference." he commented, everyone said a different thing when asked, but banishment was new, "Are you lonely?"

"Hm. I am not sure. I suppose there have been moments where I have felt like that, but I shrug it off as nothing." A pensive hum as his chin rests on the heel of his hand and hidden eyes lower to the ground before him. "Yes, I… I guess I am lonely somewhat." 

“… You shouldn’t be.” he said, eyes still closed, he was still limp on the other’s back, but he still wasn’t sure about how to explain the next part without it sounding so awkward or strange.

“What some recognize as Exile is nothing but the equilibrium between being by thyself and being alone in a crowd. Nothing is the same but they are the same.

No one truly is ever alone so looking at it from that logic, exile does not exist. We have ourselves, and that much should suffice for us to survive.

So why doesn’t it work?

We are always seeking other’s love and approval when it’s not necessary… We seek to be friends with people, synthetic, real, machine, everyone falls into the same category. So loneliness was basically created from a need, a human need. So you’re human, if you feel lonely.”

servants-of-tartarus:

Blake also laughed. “A blanchima is a monstrous creature that feasts on the souls of newborns. Soulless people are victims of these creatures.” Blake said in his laughs. Oh, what the hell was he saying?

"Alright, we need to DO shit now, not sure what, but me sitting here and you standing there will be hell on the clocks, so suggestions are o-o-o-open!"

He listened to the explanation but all he could think of was a wraith. Not a very nice refference but he got the point at least. He leaned his head on the other’s chest and nodded softly at his suggestion of open suggestions but…

"Blake, it’s almost dawn, don’t you want to just sleep..?" the wolf asked, visibly tired "We have one bed…" he wasn’t entirely sure how far in he was in the aspect of trust, but he knew at least this one man didn’t lack the decency of not hurting him. At least he hadn’t done it yet.

servants-of-tartarus:

If Blake had wolf ears as well as Zylar, his would have either perked up or dropped. He didn’t know how those do that, but he knows it happens. “Dirty?” Blake asked. “No-no-no, don’t talk about yourself that way! Dude, you’re like, the shit! THE shit! As in, the top doge of da shiz! Don’t demean yourself like you’re some sort of blanchima!”

"… Ah… Ahahahahah! What the hell is a blanchima!?" the wolf asked, having visibly cheered up, the other’s words, as soft and light, probably strange as they were felt… So nice, so refreshing, he was so used to being called slurs, being hurt, being… Used.

"… I think… I’ll just stick around… You can’t be left alone " the wolf said, with a tender smile on his face. What a strange world this was… What a very strange world…

———- wait, can you reblog if you don’t mind random starters appearing in your tag whether it’s fluffy, angsty, etc. and if you actually reply to them when they do? just wanna see how many people do tbh.

(Source: mistakcns)

wiresngears:

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"Well, it’s… Say you’re lonely, and you make up someone to talk to in your head because you need someone. I was created from that, but I haven’t found the kid who made me yet, so I’ve been a bit of an outcast… And…"

He hesitated, hands hovering around the edge of his mask before he slowly pulled it off, revealing pale-blue skin and purple, cat-like eyes that blinked warily at Abel.

"…. So you’re an animal that talks." was all he responded to such an explanation trying to explain just what a demon was, and it all narrowed down to that inside his head. "Can I … pet you?"

baselico:

"Oh." Basil considers telling Abel a joke- one that had always made his sister smile or maybe even giggle a little but he highly doubts that a grown man will take any pleasure in a joke that begins with "knock, knock" so he simply keeps quiet and stares back at his captor with another relaxed smile. 

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"What?" the man asked, visibly uncomfortable by his constant smiling toward him, and feeling mildly attacked by that, "Just don’t get in my way" he hissed, going for his briefcase under the bed. Taking out only one of his guns and placing the one he’d used before, inside. The last had a "blanks only" legend on the side, the other didn’t.

"Are you singing?" the wolf asked with irony in his voice. Exile. What a proper song. (had to)

recollectiveprotector:

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"Hm?" His voice cuts off the tune when he hears the other speak. "Ah, yes I was. Do you want me to stop?" 

His words fade off once more, gaze shifting to the wolf against him. Ah, what an inquiry to pose. Still, there is no reason to not answer. Only a moment is spared for his thoughts before he replies, “It means.. banishment.”

"Banishment. It’s interesting for you to use that reference." he commented, everyone said a different thing when asked, but banishment was new, "Are you lonely?"