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Anonymous asked: "Sama'el took out the dark green sharpie and made a few whispy stripes on the outer edges of Spock's eyes, marking the dark red stripes on his own paler red face. "Ha. Told you you have the right face for it." (illnotbeagentleman)"

neithervulcannorhuman:

neithervulcannorhuman:

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Spock bit his lip and looked at him, his hand pressed against his side as he watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do here.

"Does it look alright?"  He asked, not able to see himself in the mirror. "I cannot tell."


Spock nodded, turning to look at himself in the mirror. He looked darker somehow, more savage, but also more beautiful and striking. He lifted his head to gaze at him, the dark lines across his face strange in the stiffness of the paint, but glorious in in the low light. He nodded, reaching out to trace the lines on the other, the struck out ones that made something in his heart give a soft thrum in his side. Whether it was sadness or empathy he didn’t know, because he was Vulcan and he wasn’t used to that kind of emotion. He looked at him for a moment, taking in a few breaths.

"Tell me about them?" He asked softly, brushing his fingers over his markings. "Your markings." He rested his finger against the marks for his children though, clear that he was mostly interested in that. He looked down at him and then straightened his spine a little, his hands now leaving his face and folding behind his back.

Sama’el nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed behind him, his tail curling up on his lap. “Alright.” He started, brushing his near white hair away from his face to show off each of the deep red stripes. He started, as he had with Spock’s, on the inner most left stripe. “Scientist. Just like yours. Then it starts to get different.” He pointed to the next one. “Teacher.” With another shift, he pointed to the next one. “Protector.” He dropped his hand. “That’s basically my resume. I was a scientist back on my home world, then I learned how to teach the sciences, and then I was assigned to protect and aid the human race.”

He knew Spock wasn’t overly interested in that. Instead, he continued on, pointing out his life stripe. “See how my line comes down to just past my cheekbones? I’m an adult now, roughly equivalent to a human in their mid thirties. My son is placed at the center of my teenage years. I was young when he was born. His name was Aluin. And I’m sure he got teased for it a bit. It is a very feminine name, but he was such a delicate child. Bone structure like glass. He wasn’t very strong….and he got sick when he was still pretty young. He was only fifty when he died. To my kind…that’s about 11 years old.

"He lived long enough to see his baby sisters born. Nox and Nyx. They were twins…and when they were born, Aluin was in the hospital with his cold. I remember bringing them in to see him, and I sat on his bed and he climbed into my lap, and I had one arm around my baby boy, and I had my little girls in the other arm…and it was perfect. My entire family, right there. My ex-wife wasn’t there but…the breakup had been nasty and I didn’t want her there. She had given birth to my kids, sure…but she had hit Aluin pretty hard…broken his nose when she was still pregnant with the twins. So…We got a divorce and I got custody of Aluin and my girls. He died not long after that…and I was a wreak. How can you not be when you lose something that’s taken up that much of your heart?”

He took a deep breath. “Nox and Nyx were older when they died…I tell myself that it’s not my fault they’re gone…but…they went out with some friends…got drunk and tried to come home. Nox was driving, she was always the ambitious one…the go-getter, the leader. They got into a crash. Nyx didn’t make it, and Nox blamed herself for it for months…one day when I came home I found her in the bathroom with a bottle of pills…she had blamed herself. Said she should’ve just called me for a ride…the guilt was too much for her, and no matter what I tried to tell her, it didn’t help. I shouldn’t have left her alone. I know that now.”


bakubrothers:

                           “Sweet dreams are made of this…”
                                                            “I’m your boogieman, that’s what I am…”
                           “Who am I to disagree?”
                                                                            “I’m here to do whatever I can.”
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     ☁ Multi-fandom, AU, and OC friendly.
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bakubrothers:

                           “Sweet dreams are made of this…”

                                                            “I’m your boogieman, that’s what I am…”

                           “Who am I to disagree?”

                                                                            “I’m here to do whatever I can.”

      [ blog | rules | about Ankth | about Mechta | message ]

     Independent dual-muse, dual-mun, original character roleplay side-blog

     Nine+ years of roleplaying experience. (True for both muns.)

     One+ years of writing on tumblr on other blogs. (True for both muns.)

     Muns are over twenty-one years of age.

     Multi-fandom, AU, and OC friendly.

     Anon and Ask RP friendly.

     Multiverse, Multiship, and potentially NSFW/triggering. (NSFW/triggers will be tagged accordingly.)

     Open to all styles of roleplaying and thread types.

     OOC Skype(s) available upon request.

     Main blogs are kiradeki and mindfulofmymuses. You can find links there to all the muns’ other RP side-blogs. We don’t bite :3

posted 3 days ago via bakubrothers with 18 notes

Anonymous asked: "Sama'el took out the dark green sharpie and made a few whispy stripes on the outer edges of Spock's eyes, marking the dark red stripes on his own paler red face. "Ha. Told you you have the right face for it." (illnotbeagentleman)"

neithervulcannorhuman:

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Spock bit his lip and looked at him, his hand pressed against his side as he watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do here.

"Does it look alright?"  He asked, not able to see himself in the mirror. "I cannot tell."

The alien chuckled. “Like I said, the stripes all have meaning, so…yeah. It looks good. I think so, anyway.” His tail flicked, and he turned, walking around to stand beside Spock so he could see the almost tiger-like stripes on his face. “Like I said, each stripe has a meaning. See?” He lifted a hand, tracing each stripe one by one, starting with the one closest to the Vulcan’s nose on the left. “This one means scientist, because you’re from the Science division, and it’s the closest match.” He traced the one just outside that one. “This one’s young adult, it’s supposed to get longer the older you are until it trails down your throat. Spots on that one would be children, placed along from how old you were when you had them. Spots with a slash are children who’ve passed…that’s why your stripe’s unbroken, and mine isn’t.” He paused and pointed to his own age stripe, pointing out three dots, each striked out. “My son and my two daughters.”

He brushed it off with a flick of his tail and traced the next stripe on Spock’s face. “This one means you’ve seen battle. This little dot on the bottom means you lost a family member…it’s your mother.” He then switched to the stripes on the right side. “This one means you’re directly under the Captain in rank. And the next one means you’re a traveler. The last one on the right means your home colony was destroyed, and then refounded.”

Sama’el looked down with a sad little smile. “See? I told you. If you know what to look for on a Deiamos’s face, you can tell their whole life story. We’re open books.”


daltonfeathers asked: "SPIT IT OUT!"

Sama huffed. “I really have to pee.”

posted 5 days ago with 1 note

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

sidestuiff:

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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weatherers:

Doms who praise their subs! 

Doms who body-worship! 

Doms who are thorough and tender with aftercare!

Doms who caress their subs a lot!

Gentle!doms!!!!!!!!!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


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feralcrow:


Crow butted up into the hand that was petting him, tail wagging slowly as he was content to be pet as he settled against Sama’s side. While the alien cleaned he scooted to lean against Merikh. He watched lazily as he cleaned before he jumped up and nodded.

"Like jerky," he commented, tail wagging as he trotted to the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed, curling against Merikh’s and Sama’s side. His thin frame pulled into a small circle as thin legs lightly pressed against his chest.
"Rude human gone?" he yawned and nuzzled his face against Merikh.

"I know you like jerky…you’re a good boy…staying safe in the bathroom like I asked when that bad man came." Sama’el praised, running a hand gently down the werewolf’s slender side.

Meanwhile, Merkih groomed the top of his head, large flat tongue moving in sweeps. “Yes. He’s gone forever. And if anyone else rude come back, we can chase them away together.”

It was quite clear both of them were trying to lull both themselves and Crow asleep. It had been one hell of a long day all around.

posted 1 month ago via feralcrow with 94 notes

feralcrow:


Crow didn’t believe the smile and he whined as he settled his head against his shoulder. He slowly curled his arms around his middle and nuzzled against him to try and comfort him. He watched Merikh for a moment, surprised by how big he had gotten, but soon relaxed again as he tilted his head up and licked against Sama’s jaw.

A quite chuckle exited the alien as he ruffled Crow’s hair with one hand, Merikh also climbing onto him to nuzzle and lick at his face. “Ok. Ok. Not all is lost. We still have each other.” He pressed their faces together and leaned in, all three noses touching. “As long as we’re all together, we’ll be all right. Forever.”

Merikh purred and nodded. “Yes. Forever.” He murmured, working silently and without much pomp and circumstance to stretch Sama and his lifespan to Crow as well, binding all three of their lives together, so none of them would die on the others, even if thousands of years passed. The magic, if it could be called that, was simple. Just a promise, a promise wound into the fabric of the universe itself.

After a moment, Sama’el stood, gathering all the ruined things into trash bags and piling them aside. Once all the trash was cleaned up, and a sign that read “Guard Wolf and Guard Jaguar on Duty” was on the door, he shut the fridge and patted Crow and Merikh. “C’mon…let’s go to bed, all of us….together. When we wake up, I’ll work on replacing everything and make us a nice lunch…it’s gonna be just jerky for breakfast though.” He led them both to the bed and climbed into it with them, cuddling both close to him.

posted 1 month ago via feralcrow with 94 notes

feralcrow:


Crow could understand that. People had been mean to him too. His ears twitched at the mention of Merikh being his size. Could he do that? His head lifted and he cocked his head to the side. He made sure that the nicer human was gone before he shifted into his more humanoid form. He slid away from Merikh as he took in the scent he smelled. He gave a nuzzle to the top of the cat’s head before carefully moving into the kitchen.

He whined when he saw Sama in a clear upset pose. He felt like this was his fault, partially afraid that he would yell at him or hurt him. He inched closer and settled beside him, hand coming forward to lightly touch him.

Sama sniffled and looked up, smiling lightly, a forced expression. “Hey. Don’t worry. I can clean it all. Go keep Merikh company, ok?” He tried to laugh it off and push himself up, but he couldn’t. His life was literally in pieces all over the floor. Everything was destroyed. Everything.

Merikh stretched on the couch, growing out to jaguar size. Like this he was actually a bit bigger than Crow in his wolf form, but not by too much. He hopped down and padded over to Sama, leaning into him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly.

The alien ruffled the cat’s fur and sighed. “He broke everything….there’s nothing I can save….it’s all gone.”

posted 1 month ago via feralcrow with 94 notes