#coinquinatvs

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@coinquinatvs asked:

[ bby Paul, for Cal~ ] ❝ — You said you had a proposition for me, ❞ he hummed, then leaned back against the worn leather of the booth and lifted a hand to push his fingers through his unkempt hair. ❝ Wanna fill me in? Or.. keep me in suspense a little while longer?? ❞

"Yes, I have." He mimicked Paul's moves leaning back in his seat and looking him over. At this minute he saw himself as an old tree that sprouted new green leaves after many Springs of staying dry and lifeless. It was good and a little painful, like a first breath. He never was a romantic and too old to lose his head, but he thought, how would it feel if he could. "I want you to come with me. Back to Ireland and then anywhere. I haven't had a family since I left my motherland, and I need one. I need someone by my side I can fully trust. With all I am. I understand it's not a decision you make every day, I'm asking you to leave your life and start a new one with me. Take your time if you need to."

#coinquinatvs #; uncle forest #; cal rp

[bloodsalted]

@coinquinatvs || a meme from here! || accepting!

[ Henry~ ] ❝ It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner. ❞

dean's sitting there in a pair of boxer briefs, a black tshirt and holding a towel against his leg. til he's asked to pull it away and shows the rather nasty gash that's freshly opened in a few places. and it doesn't feel nice. to put it lightly. not nice? son of a bitch. not at all.

henry's kitchen is lit up enough that the wound looks even more gross now that dean takes a real good look at it. his nose is crinkled as he stares down at his calf with a look of utter disgust. "well. i woulda but i know you're not one of those kinda doctors. and i thought it wasn't that bad. turned up here in the middle of the night. took a shower. thought i'd be least a little better by morning. turns out? the damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding." yeah. that thing's gonna need stitches. dean and hospitals though? that's oil and water. matter of fact? he's damn near gotta be dying before he hauls himself into one. if it's for himself. not some case.

or.

you know?

forcing somone he cares about to go get looked at. cause that's a whole different ballgame. dean doesn't mind being a hypocrite when it comes to someone he loves being taken care of. just? you know? himself? that's when it becomes a PROBLEM. forest green eyes bounce from henry to his leg and back. he musters up a round-eyed, imploring gaze at what he's about to ask of him. complete with smile and a big, happy kinda plea. in spite of how bad it hurts. and. that it's bleeding all over again.

"you good with a needle and thread?"

#featuring: henry devlin (coinquinatvs) #coinquinatvs #don't you cry no more. (chapter ii)

[striigon]

@coinquinatvs // con’t from here

“I AM LIGHT,” Matija asserts darkly, the faintest hint of a growl in the back of his throat as he says it. Regardless, he shields the lighter’s flame from the wind, protecting it until Paul’s got the light he needs. Lid snaps shut and the thing’s back in his pocket, a long drag of his cigarette easing at least a little bit of the tension in the vampire’s shoulders.

“I AM NOT a mind reader.”

#ic #coinquinatvs #matija bby this is not how u make friends fhfbfjd #smoking tw

[karmasainted]

❛ me ? well i guess i'm just naturally suspicious. ❜

avi was naturally a whole bunch of things that made her good at her job. being quick to judge with her gut and being damned accurate about it was one of them - but here and now, at this dive bar come diner - it wasn't exactly easy. something about him was just off - she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly , but her gut was definitely trying to tell her something ( it could also be the fact she'd eaten a plate of tilapia somewhere in the middle of the southwest a few hours ago ... ). hazel eyes narrow as she glances towards his drink for a moment before turning a little more to get a good idea of his features - the flickering strip lighting at the kiosk making this a great location for getting a long look at someone before it gets a little weird.

... but this was all getting a little weird already, wasn't it ?

❛ can't be too careful these days. the road can be a really strange place. ❜

starter for @coinquinatvs / for paul

#coinquinatvs #[ character : lt avi baker. ] #[ verse : unknown ] #( hope this is okay! )

[esoterium]

@coinquinatvs || basorexia || accepting always. cause kisses!

[ Henry, for Beaver~ ] Basorexia: 15 + 2: a first kiss that comes out of nowhere.

derry's covered in a thick fog. a winter storm's bearing down on them and he's got a haul of firewood in the back of his pick up that he grabbed just for a certain doctor that he's worried might not've taken the time to get enough for himself. considering what the news is saying? they could be without power for longer than anyone's gonna care for with the temperatures dropping below zero. there's other supplies in a few bags. candles, hand warmer packs. enough to carry anyone through the worst. because one thing they got going? maine's so used to getting it's ass kicked by the cold? they'll get their shit figured out fast. just gotta deal with it til then.

the bags now at his feet inside henry's house. the firewood's safe and dry. beaver's standing at the window looking out at his truck with a mug of hot chocolate and bailey's knowing that his worry and his fucking overkill in making sure all things henry were storm ready were a sure sign that above and beyond.. meant something.

toothpick twirling against his tongue, his gaze bounces to henry's reflection in the glass. he holds the stick expertly still as he swallows a sip of his spiked drink. the wood reappearing once the mug's lowered only to be taken out and shoved in his coat pocket when he turns around and henry's right behind him. there's a closeness that visibly shakes beav. has him damn near dropping the mug before he bends to lower it to a coffee table. thanks and you're welcome. his voice is strained. his eyes get tired. god damn he's so wary of pretending he'd do this for any of his friends. a select few, yes. but henry? he's the one he rushed here to check on first.

beaver moves to excuse himself but neither one of them move. he swears he hears an offer to ride out the storm there. but his head feels like a sponge and his hearing's muted by the thundering heartbeat. henry's eyes are on his mouth. beaver's gaze reflects henry's. all eyes on the doctor's lips. who knows who makes the first move? he'll replay it later in his head. but henry's mouth tastes like home the minute his lips are sealed against it and his hands are buried into the top of henry's hair. beav's on his toes, tasting him like he's been starving. devouring the flavor like he's never swallowed a drop of heaven in his life til now. fuck me freddy. so this is a thing.

#come most mornings he doesn’t like to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. (beaver clarendon) #featuring: henry devlin (coinquinatvs) #coinquinatvs #ooooh? kissus.

[yxkanna]

✔ *shy wave*

help a bitch out // @coinquinatvs

My muse(s): points at this bastard (but also if we're actually doing something helpful w/ this section: ronan / trinity / phoenix / dante are easiest(?) bc they're also in nyc, however nick tends to get a bit standoffish with men older than him (thanks dad) so that's something to consider gkfdnjs)

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

#ooc #coinquinatvs #hehe hiii #hope this helps(?) #feel free 2 come yell at me #also there are other Beasts on cxldblxxded if u have interest in Creatures

[entreldolorylanada]

It started just like any first date after they were done dancing around and running into each other involuntarily or deliberately. They had a couple of drinks in the bar, then went to Roque's place, and there, without any words said, came an understanding that the logical ending of the evening wasn't what both of them wanted. It didn't happen because they didn't enjoy the company of each other, on the contrary, they felt very comfortable talking, laughing at each other's jokes, holding hands. Roque felt that for the first time in years, he probably met someone with whom he didn't need to cross the barrier of normality and could just be himself. Maybe it was the exhaustion after the long week of lecturing, training, and socializing, or maybe this level of comfort didn't require more intimacy just now.

Roque was sitting on the edge of his bed, André was sitting on the floor next to him, and his shoulder was touching Roque's leg. He took one of the roll-ups from his desk, lit it from the simple plastic lighter, and for a few more minutes silence remained between them and around them.

Then, after another drag, he flicked the ashes into the ashtray and put the cigarette on its rim. Tender fingers slowly stroked the other man's head and ran through the short hair. "You can stay the night... if you want," he spoke softly and slowly as though afraid to scare away the moment, "We can just lie together... nothing more. I would love to."

@coinquinatvs

#; en el jardín de la duermevela #coinquinatvs #hope it's good

[kxllerblond]

@coinquinatvs / sc

❝ You look a little tired... ❞ Clark was typically a firm believer of keeping that to himself. No one liked being told they looked tired. Still, he wasn't exactly sure how else to breach the topic.

❝ You been running yourself ragged lately or what? ❞

#(;ic) #coinquinatvs #coinquinatvs: paul

[rubiesintherough]

@coinquinatvs liked for a t-swift starter

“ I can hear them whisper as we pass by. It’s a bad sign. ”

#thread ( jane ) #coinquinatvs

[vuulpecula]

VUULPECULA'S END OF SUMMER POSITIVITY !

✖ @coinquinatvs - nominated by @losinmortalesperdidos

Smeagooooooool I swear we have been following each other in some capacity ever since I started this blog. You are an og and I can never see Sme.agol nor io.an gru.ffudd without thinking of you lol sorry to this man, he does not exist anymore, he is just someone you write irl lmao its always such a joy to see you on the dash and every time your name pops up in my activity (when it decides to work) or in my inbox, I can’t help but smile. I know for a fact that I probably have some drafts for you in the pile and I cannot wait to do them and explore how chaotic and angsty we can get !

#coinquinatvs #losinmortalesperdidos #x | you will never regret being kind ( PROMO. ) #x | you’re never too important to be nice to people ( POSITIVITY. ) #x | alright alright alright ( OOC. ) #x | i'm not living i'm just killing time ( QUEUE. )

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@coinquinatvs asked:

[ Danika, for Nathan~ ] ❝ Calm down; it's not the first time I've been roughed up.. it's not gonna be the last, either. ❞ Shrugging stiffly, she lifted a hand to hastily wipe the blood from her split lip, then turned her attentions back to the warehouse. ❝ Where did you say you got the information about the meet, again? ❞

"Get used to it," he stated in a hushed tone, "I'm gonna freak out over every scratch on this face whether you want it or not." He tilted his head studying her busted lip then looked back at where they were a minute ago. That guy was big, huge, in fact, and he decided to go pee at the bush right when they were sneaking through that same bush. Now that guy was lying there tied up with plastic handcuffs, unconscious. Fortunately, he was as dumb as he was big. "I overheard the phone call," he explained one more time, "Well, I was tapping the boss' phone. Well, I am tapping it. Don't say anything. I knew he was doing business outside of the mob, I needed to prove it. You shouldn't be here at all, so we both crossed the line. Again."

#// nathan is like: i love you stupid. back to business #coinquinatvs #; behind the blue eyes #; nathan rp

[hoffmansri]

Vladimir tried to ignore the strange looks he knew he was getting as he walked up to the front desk of the New Orleans Police department precinct he just entered since he had never been there before and his uniform was not only army and indicated an intelligence unit but also foreign, "Good morning." He said kindly as he pulled his ID out of his back pocket. "I'm Officer Vladimir Hoffman of Romania's Serviciul Român de Informaţii. I'm here to work with Detective Joseph Miller?" He was secretly praying the desk officer was actually informed this time.

#rp posts #Character: Josephus Miller #coinquinatvs #verse: tbd

[goliathfcrged]

@coinquinatvs / paul.

❝ It eats at you, doesn't it? All the time on your hands.. there's nothin' worse than waitin'. ❞ She had the look; he could always recognize fellow military, whether retired ( by choice, or by force ) or still active, easily.❝ — I don't handle it especially well, myself. ❞

Her head tilts, turning towards the sound of the voice that seemed closer, louder than the others in the bar. There's a moment of consideration, a very slight, uncomfortable shift of hips against the barstool. She didn't like the fact he'd caught her off guard, and she hadn't been exactly prepared for conversation, but she supposed company wasn't the worst thing in the world, in the mood she was in. "Yeah.... I'm -- not a fan of sitting still, all that much," she admitted. Especially being as she didn't know what the fuck she was supposed to do with herself now. At least Avasarala had somehow managed to coerce command to ship her suit to her. That would be something, when it arrived. "On leave?"

#VERSE. ( expanse. ) #could be on earth or tycho or anywhere ??? #i assumed expanse but could be something else #COINQUINATVS #COINQUINATVS. ( paul. ) #BOBBIE & PAUL.

[lifefcrged]

STARTER. / @coinquinatvs paul & merc! Mikkah

"What you do on your own time, so long as it does not interfere with your obligations to me and mine is your business." This is said as she drops a bag containing a rather elite selection of his poisons of choice and a bundle of cash onto the table between them. "But while you are on my dime, your time is mine and I expect you to be able to protect my life and my reputation without a moment of hesitation. There is no room for mistakes, and there will be no second chances, is that understood?"

#IC. #STARTER. #VERSE. ( i am become; what you have made me. ) #COINQUINATVS #COINQUINATVS. ( paul. ) #MIKKAH & PAUL.

[esoterium]

@coinquinatvs || your affection || accepting!

[ Henry, for Beaver~ ] 💓 – to  listen  to  my  muse's  heartbeat.

they're relaxed back against a bunch of pillows piled on the floor in front of the television. large screen playing one of henry's favorite movies. something beaver hasn't seen that he doesn't remember the title of. but it's good and it's sucked him in. not as much as the head on his chest though.

beaver's long fingers push through the hair on top of henry's head as the other hums against his chest. legs tangle with the others and a soft sigh parts his laps. glasses long forgotten, he doesn't need them to see this close anyway. the tv screen's big enough. this is moment's perfect. they got a fire going. the light bounces off the ceiling, the walls. murmuring down into the softness of henry's hair--beav murmurs, "ever think we'd end up like this? cause i'm starting to wonder if this is a dream i'm going to wake up from sooner or later. too damn good to be true."

in all these years? he didn't think he could find such a perfect thing. and it's been under his nose the whole fucking time. from relationship to relationship. one failed married and a handful of other attempts before that. all fell to pieces. he's too much to deal with. too much to take. there's too much in his head that he doesn't let out and too much baggage for someone else. he doesn't blame them. not a single bit. to get the hell out of dodge and not look back.

henry knows all that shit and more. knows everything about him. the most anyone ever has. then some. it's how they're all wired together. "took so much bullshit for us to see. too many damn years. figurs though. that'd be us..walk a mile to gain an inch." lips press against the top of henry's head.

#featuring: henry devlin (coinquinatvs) #coinquinatvs #come most mornings he doesn’t like to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. (beaver clarendon)

[defectivexfragmented]

continued from here {x}

"Well, that's kinda funny since it was my therapist who suggested meditation in the first place." The archer dead panned, quickly reaching up to scratch his nose with a relieved groan. "He said it could help with the urges and nightmares...and yet all I'm getting out of it is an itchy nose!"

@coinquinatvs

#coinquinatvs #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton #alcoholism tw #~ queue and i remember budapest very differently ~