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Morgan's hackles immediately raised at the mention of a hospital, but he relaxed again when Nathan followed up with knowing that wasn't an option. He offer was yet another kindness the stranger had no reason to extend, and Morgan was incredibly grateful.

I HAVE AN APARTMENT. I CAN WRITE DOWN THE ADDRESS. IF YOU'RE SURE YOU DON'T MIND?

Note read and acknowledged with a nod. Nathan pulled the tool from around his neck and dropped it onto his desk, and dropped himself into his chair a second later. Hands folded on his chest as he turned in a swivel, back and forth, for a long and thoughtful moment.

" Huh... Well, I don't have any kind of protocol for this. I guess getting you to a hospital would be the best thing, but, " he held his hand up, motioning for Morgan not to freak out, " we've already established that's a no-go. So, just going to ask, do you have anywhere you can go? You need a lift? "

#{💀} morgan johnson ; threads #rubiesintherough

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Incubus/Succubus Thrall

Something Zephyr's mom Lorelei made very clear to him early on was that lust is earned. Incubi and succubi feed on a person's sexual energy; the stronger that person's desire is, the more energy there is to feed on. Incubi and succubi can technically use their thrall to force that attraction so they can feed, but Lorelei told him only the weak had to resort to such measures, and it was a poor supply of energy anyway. His mother's motto: it's either enthusiastic consent or it's a bold no.

On a base level, there's an aura around them that draws people in--but only people who would already find them attractive. There's a step up from this, where an incubus or succubus could nudge someone who's obviously interested to actually follow through on their desires. Then, there's the intentional manipulation; this can either be used to simply make a person do whatever the incubus/succubus wants, or it can be used to force that person into bed with them. Zephyr generally relies on his natural aura and personal charm, but every now and then he uses his thrall to give someone the final push they need to sleep with him. He only ever uses the full force of his thrall to get out of risky situations--or manipulate assholes--but he will never ever use it to force sex.

#{😈} zephyr nightwell ; headcanons #worldbuilding #blog lore

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Isaac's shoulders tensed, bracing for Scott to defend Stiles, to tell Isaac he was overreacting. . . Only he didn't do that. Isaac's shoulders relaxed and his breathing started to slow down as he listened to Scott empathize with him, validate his frustration and pain.

He rubbed his eyes roughly, determined not to start crying on the damn lacrosse field. It was always like this with Scott; Isaac covered his pain up with anger, and Scott calmly coaxed out what he was actually feeling.

After taking a few steadying breaths, he was finally able to look at the alpha again. "Sorry," he said in a rough voice. ". . . I'm having a bad day." It was a damn understatement, but it was all he could say without breaking down.

In contrast to his earlier outburst, he seemed deflated, hollowed out. Isaac nodded and hung his head. "Yeah. Let's go." He didn't care where they went, just that they go.

scott follows a few strides behind him. close, but without invading his space a second time. he's still too angry. too on edge, too riled up, and his heart rate isn't getting any steadier. isn't slowing at all, even with this much distance. all scott can do for a minute is let him get it out — let him unload, and scream, and do whatever he has to do to bleed some of that fury out of him. his scent is sharp and metallic. bitter, like blood.

biting at the inside of his cheek, hands pushed into his pockets, scott swallows around the dry rasp in his throat. " i know. and you're right, he doesn't, but that's why he said it. because he doesn't get it. but i don't think — " it cuts off, again. he knows that it won't make a difference, that intent doesn't offset impact. stiles said what he said, and it landed the way it did, and nothing that scott can tell isaac now will erase that, whether stiles had meant it maliciously or not.

he winces. takes half a step closer, nothing more. testing the waters. " no one thinks it's a joke, " he tells him, more quietly. " it's not. at least not to me. he shouldn't have said it like that. " or at all. " my dad's not — he wasn't the same as yours, but he wasn't like stiles'. not at all. and i wouldn't want anybody throwing that in my face, either. "

a beat. a breath drawn in and blown out as that second half of a step is taken, closing a little more of the gap between them. he stops just outside arm's reach. " hey. i'll talk to stiles, okay? let's just get out of here for now. "

#{🥍} isaac lahey ; threads #kindofuneven

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"God, no, that's-- It's not about you taking care of me, it's really not. It's-- You're--" How could he explain it to her in a way she would understand? "I wasn't trying to use you, Ellie. . . But I guess that doesn't really matter, if you feel used, anyway." He finally met her gaze again, so much emotion he couldn't express shining in his dark eyes.

". . . You care," he said finally with desperation in his voice. "You're gentle, and you're kind, and you're honest. When I'm with you, I feel. . . safe. And I don't really feel safe around anyone," Morgan admitted in a small voice. "I didn't tell you the truth, because I like you. . . And it didn't feel right to make you keep this secret for someone you barely knew. . . But tonight, you got so freaked out about something being wrong, and I-I. . I really didn't know what else to do."

Morgan looked down at his lap, eyes fixed on the bloodstain on his jeans. "I really never meant to make you feel used. I'm sorry. . . And if you don't want anything to do with me after this, I-I get it, and I promise I won't bother you anymore." He would miss her soft voice and her smile, but Morgan would respect whatever she wanted. Ellie deserved at least that much.

She tries to listen...tries to hear him as he speaks. To understand. But all she can do is stare at the smear of blood on his jeans, and consider the gravity of the current situation. Morgan healed faster than reason allowed, and she actually considered pinching herself to see if she was dreaming. It was the only thing that made any logical sense, right? That this wasn't real?

But then he's talking about that first time. Ellie hadn't really known much about him, other than that he was a courteous neighbor. Always helpful when she needed a hand with groceries, always polite when they passed one another. It had been pure luck, she'd thought, that it was her door he'd stumbled through. Maybe it had been, but she remembered that it hadn't taken him long to bounce back from that instance, either. God, had she been a fool?

"So you come to me...because I take care of you?" She asked quietly after a moment. Ellie isn't sure if she wants to be sitting here with him at the moment, or if she wants to pace. "Why didn't...why didn't you just...ask?" She finally looked to meet his eye. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

#{💀} morgan johnson ; threads #secondhandmckie

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Ben laughed bitterly at the question. "You already know the answer, don't you? I mean, that's why we're doing this. . ." He closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "I know that I ate a regular amount of food for a guy who works out as much as I do. . . But there's this voice in my head telling me I ate too damn much, and I have to run until I puke so I don't get any fatter than I already am," he said with another bitter laugh. "Which I know makes no sense, but it's-- I can't--" Ben looked up and exhaled heavily, trying not to start crying in his frustration. "I know you said I'm. .every Brazilian soccer player hot, or whatever, but I look in the mirror and I still just see that stupid, fat, loser." And I hate him, Ben thought.

At Ben's words, Richie gave a nod. 'Look, man, it's under control . . .' Hearing words that he had said about his addiction repeated back to himself from a friend made him want to crawl out of his skin. He settled for reaching into his coat pocket for his cigarettes. If the roles were reversed Richie would've wanted to be left the fuck alone about it, but that wouldn't have been helpful. On second thought, it might have been nice to hear an actual friend voicing their concern. He looked back over at Ben. ❝And now?❞ He asked. He put a cigarette between his lips, lit it, and took a long draw.

#{🛠} ben hanscom ; threads #rayofsunshinc #eating disorder tw #body disphoria tw #body negativity tw

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Should I make my fandomless OC's connected? 🤔 Not in a "if you interact with one you HAVE to interact with all of them" way, but just--they all exist in the same universe and many of them at least know each other.

#a very cute moose. make all the boy moose go hwaaah (ooc) #might work on this more when i get home

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Morgan had no problem walking in silence; in some ways it was actually more comfortable for him like this, when he didn't have to scramble to write this thoughts down. But he could still tell that Yuki was anxious, and that made him wish that he had a voice to reassure the boy with.

When they got to the foster house he was staying in, Morgan gave him an encouraging smile as he went to open the front door.

The anger that welled up inside of Morgan when he saw the foster bastard jerk Yuki forward was scalding. He wasted no time in throwing himself at the man with a growl, tackling him to the floor by the grace of surprising the man. He was a scrawny kid, but Morgan knew how to fight dirty, and that was exactly what he did. He bit the hand that tried to push him off until he tasted blood. He took a punch thrown at him with barely a grunt and then started throwing brutal punches of his own.

The whole way to the house, Yuki's heart was pounding. Each step caused him more and more anxiety, and he had to remember to breathe. Normally Yuki wasn't so scared of confrontation, but this was different. He felt like he was walking into a warzone, planning to launch a grenade.

They came upon the house and the lights were still on in every window. Yuki's steps paused briefly, before he took a breath and glanced at Morgan. Then, he approached the door and pushed it open.

There stood his foster father, his foster mother nowhere to be found.

"Finally!" He was already yelling. The man pointed an accusatory finger at Yuki. "You think you can stroll in here whenever you want? I've got news for you, pal, in my house we--"

The man seemed to notice another boy in the entryway. That only enraged him further.

"Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house! Yuki, get your ass over here." He reached out and grabbed Yuki's bad wrist, and yanked him forward. Yuki grit his teeth to keep from crying out, though he couldn't help but make a small noise. "The fuck are you thinking, bringing some random kid here?!"

#{💀} morgan johnson ; threads #{💀} morgan johnson ; v. wish i'd found the words when we were seventeen #lostxtosunlight

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#{👻} maggie crane ; aesthetic #{🌠} zorya ; aesthetic

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Should I make my fandomless OC's connected? 🤔 Not in a "if you interact with one you HAVE to interact with all of them" way, but just--they all exist in the same universe and many of them at least know each other.

#a very cute moose. make all the boy moose go hwaaah (ooc)

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With Shifters, there are two categories: Settled and Unsettled. After the first shift, a young Shifter typically Settles within two years, falling into some animal family that best fits their personality; some end up Settling with only one or two animals. Those who are Unsettled past the first two years are considered immature, and most don’t go over three years. Emerald is an anomaly, being Unsettled at the age of twenty-five. This is because of the magic she inherited from her grandfather, Terrence, the magic that skipped her father and all four of her siblings.

#{🐻} emerald blackwood ; headcanons

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"That's certainly not what we're told up there," she said, looking up above for a moment. "But having met your father, however briefly. . .your version makes more sense." Lucifer didn't seem like The Great Deceiver he'd been built up as. He was odd, certainly, but not some sort of evil mastermind. The offer of family caught the nephilim off guard, but was touching nonetheless. Despite the bright veneer of perfection over everything in Heaven, it had never felt like a family; not for her. But Hell was so different, in every possible way. Pale skin flared pink at the mention of the Lust ring. "O-Oh, I. . I don't know. . . Just for food, right?" she asked with a slightly nervous smile. Felicity wouldn't say she was a prude, but she was certainly more reserved when it came to anything sexual.

"Heaven was good at making people believe that everyone down here was evil." Charlie shrugged. She didn't blame any of the angels up in heaven, or Felicity. It was a cosmic understanding that heaven was for the good and hell was for the bad and evil. "See, when dad gave Eve the apple, that's all he wanted. He wasn't trying to create and unleash evil, he was offering her the freedom of choice. Angels - the original celestials - they weren't given freedom, and when Grandpa created Eve after mom left Adam, dad just wanted to give Eve and humanity the choices he never had." Now all her dad saw was the bad of his choice, he didn't get to see the good that came of it. "I'm glad you feel at home here though! We're absolutely your family if you want us to be!" the other's words had Charlie's bottom lip jutting out and tears forming in her eyes at how sweet it was. "Thank you so much - also do you fancy a day trip to the Lust ring? Asmodeus one of the Sins, has a restaurant called Ozzie's, and if you're starting to see Hell as home, you should see more of it?"

#{🌙} felicity vanderwald ; threads #acourtcfmuses #{🌙} felicity vanderwald ; are you a saint or a sinner?

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What if I added Malcolm Bright as a test muse?? 🤔

#a very cute moose. make all the boy moose go hwaaah (ooc) #not me thinking about this again 😆

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"Elena--? Elena." Tom gently caught her by the shoulders and bent down a little so they were eye to eye. "The worst sister ever wouldn't care that her little brother's taking drugs," he pointed out with a faint smile. "I can help you find it, okay? I know the classic hiding spots."

He'd certainly used all of them when trying to keep the extent of his addiction from Uncle Zach. Part of Tom was worried that he'd be tempted to sneak away some of the drugs if he found them, but that was a problem for another day. Elena needed help, and she was overwhelmed by trying to keep her brother from falling off the edge of the earth.

Tom's smile turned tight as she apologized for accusing him. "It's okay, Elena," he said softly. "I. . . I get it. He's your brother, you wanted to believe him." Didn't mean it didn't hurt to be accused of enabling Jeremy's drug habit, but he really did understand.

"Do you think you're okay to drive back home? Or do you wanna just crash here tonight?" Tom really didn't like the idea of her driving home upset, but Elena could make her own choices.

The way he stayed so calm and gentle with her was very much so needed quite frankly. Elena's whole world was spinning and she just needed a solid rock. She needed Tom.

The doppelganger listened to him speak and it all made so much sense. Why he had it, why he lied. Oh god she felt so stupid.... she had stormed off so ready to condemn Tom that she had played right into Jeremy's clutches.

Panic settled over her features as she started to pace, breathing picking up and she buried her hand in her hair.

"Oh no, oh god oh god i did just what he wanted me to?? how am I going to find it now? Oh god I'm the worst sister ever how could I let him play me like that??" She sobbed out.

Suddenly she remembered Tom was standing right there and a brand new wave of guilt slammed into her like a ton of bricks.

"Im so sorry... Im so sorry that I believed him, that i suspected you... Im so sorry Tom, please forgive me?" She sobbed, desperate not to lose him over a stupid choice she made in the spur of the moment.

#{🌿} tom salvatore ; threads #littleelena #queue the raven: nevermore

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Morgan couldn't help chuckling again. "Always bossy, got it." He leaned a little closer with a smile, not at all bothered by an assertive woman. "Don't worry, bossy girls with brown eyes happen to be a weakness of mine."

He settled his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. "You can do whatever you want, beautiful. I'm not gonna stop you." He really did have a thing for big, dark doe eyes and a bossy attitude.

Simp boys are so cute. The way they threw themselves at her. This one had caught her eye particularly hard at this club. He seemed too nice to be hanging out where he was. Adorable. She wanted to bite him. Which is exactly what she intended to do as she lead him outside. Oddly, when she compelled him to shut up and hold still? He seemed unfazed by her compulsion...

Maybe she hadn't made enough eye contact- she tried again.

"I said, shut up- and hold still."

Maybe this time it would work? If not then Katherine had made a mistake, and a potentially dangerous one. A creature she cant compel wasn't human- and without knowing what kind of not human Katherine could be in a less than desirable situation.

#{💀} morgan johnson ; threads #malkalisitsa

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@rubiesintherough it's just giving Felicity & Aedus

#{🌙} felicity & aedus ; rubiesintherough

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New Muse Starter Call: like this post if you want a Starter from any of my newest muses; comment their emoji if you have a specific one(s) you want!!

Declan Callaghan ☘️

Luke Warren 🕶

Zephyr Nightwell 😈

Nia Harper 💅

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Nia kept her face neutral hearing that the other woman couldn't remember the last time she ate something; she wasn't here to judge the people that came in. "Well. If you do feel like eating, let me know." She wouldn't say anything else about it. The question gave her pause, though, and Nia stopped as she considered her answer. "I like to think everyone wants to be happy. . . Sometimes we just accept being instead because we don't think we can feel anything more. In my experience, anyway," she sighed as she went back to wiping down the counter. "But I doubt you came here for my sage advice, so feel free to tell me to mind my own business," she added with a soft chuckle.

I'm not getting hellspawn vibes from you. It makes Molly snort, but she doesn't elaborate. Maybe this lady was a good judge of character most of the time, but she wasn't sure she was hitting the nail on the head here. Still, she could think as she liked...people always did.

Even so, Nia's words settle in her mind for a moment, and she swirls the liquor around her glass as she considers them. "Honestly? Can't remember. Might've been this morning, if anything. I gotta ask, though--what makes you think I'm looking for happiness?" She asked, bringing the glass up to sip from again. "I think I'm just looking to just be, for a little while."

#{💅} nia harper ; threads #secondhandmckie