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To Spotify? I clicked both, they both took me to the playlist

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No I don’t think they are

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Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

꧁✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚✧꧂ & ᚠᚢᚦ Aksel ᚱᚴᚾ

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“Thank you,” Ana breathes, relief flooding her. She fucking hated hospitals. They always ask far too many questions.

Despite the pressure filled pain that ran through her veins and head, Ana goes to move, realizing all too late that she was still in Aksel's arms. She hardly knew him, why did he even help her in the first place? Why was he here? In fact, none of these people seemed like they belonged in a situation like this. There were real issues in the world.

Ana pushes the spiraling thoughts away. Those were for late at night, when she lay down and neglected sleep.

Aksel's face seemed to echo her relief.

"Don't thank me yet," he replies. It was clear that he was only partially kidding.

The still near stranger was wrestling with… something. He seems to be as relieved as she was that they had survived and made it inside; even if they were both quite worse for wear. And, while he was clearly sincere in honoring her request to not call an ambulance, at the same time Aksel doesn't seem convinced it was the right call.

Aksel carries her to somewhere with a couch after someone had showed him where to go. After gently easing her onto it, he takes a step back.

Ana places her head in her hands for a moment, cursing silently as she wished so deeply that she had pain relief or a cigarette or just-anything... Then she remembers her old friend, one that never really seemed to fail her.

Brandy.

“I better be going,” she hums, moving to stand, inhaling sharply in pain as she moves to lean against the wall. “Fuck,” she grits out quietly, her eyes closing tight.

The taller man was on her in an instant, steadying her with a gentle yet sturdy hands.

"Whoa," he mutters. He steps back immediately, as if feeling just as uneasy about the sudden closeness as she was. "I understand not wanting to bother with an ambulance," he says quietly in his melodic accent. "Honestly, I do... but, I know for a fact you should rest here for now—even just a little while. There has to be a first aid kit around here someplace..."

Ana watches him for a moment, her head fighting off drowsiness. “Really, that’s unnecessary… I’m just going to get a drink and go home, I’ll be fine.” She says, her voice more clear now, the pain in her body though refusing to let up.

“There is a bar not to far from here, I’m just gonna go there.”

He considers her words for a moment with a furrowed brow.

"I'll make you a deal," he begins. "Recover here for five minutes while I get out of this ridiculous outfit, and you do the same. After, I'll take you there myself, and buy you that drink. Whatever you want. It's on me. I just..." He trails of. Uncertainty mixing with the unease on his face. "Deal?" He offers an outstretched hand.

Ana listens to his proposal before sighing, taking his hand. “Deal.”

How could she say otherwise? A free drink? The things she wouldn’t do for that right now would be easier to list.

She watches him for a moment, studying him, wishing she could see why exactly he was doing this. But people don’t have powers. She drops his hand after a moment, going over to where her things were and pulling off the ugly orange clothing, leaving her and a tank top and her underwear as she tugs on some baggy low rise jeans.

Her head and veins still pained her, but slowly she was getting used to it, although her hands still trembled ever so much.

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Aksel watches her make her way to the other locker room. She seems a bit steadier now, and it was fairly close to the room they were just in. Once she vanishes inside, he quickly steps into the room across from it and found the locker he had used before. He pulls off the orange abomination and lets it fall to the floor. He couldn't care less what happened to it, or what anyone else thought about him for doing so. Especially now. Not after all that had happened.

A small, dark something falls out onto the floor, however. Aksel curiously inspects it. With a smile, he realizes it's the remnants of the Prince's spliff from earlier. He gladly scooped it up and tucks it away as he exits

In the hallway, he posts up a short ways down the hall form the locker rooms. It was only a moment or two before Anastasiya makes her way out and heads his way.

"I have a surprise for you that will help you feel better," Aksel says with a smile. He falls in beside her as they make their way to the front door. The place was deserted now. The asshole at the front desk was probably given the rest off the day off.

"Hold on a moment," he says. Aksel hops behind the desk and rummages briefly through the drawers. After nicking something, he makes his way to the door, holding it for Ana to exit.

After a few strides, he pulls out the remnants of the spliff, offering it patiently. Once she takes it, he pulls out the book of matches he took from the desk.

"Hold a moment," he says, halting. After striking a match, he cups a hand around the flame and holds it to the end. "An appetizer while we walk."

Aksel matches her pace in silence for several moments.

"So, what's your poison? Whiskey? Vodka? Tequila?" On the last word, he attempted and failed a Mexican accent, sounding ridiculous. He was trying to lighten the mood.

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Ana breathes the smoke out in relief, the familiar sting in her throat the only current comforting pain. “Thank you,” she says as the smoke leaves her parted lips before she shrugs, “I usually get brandy or vodka.” She hums, an amused grin on her face as his attempt at being humorous. “And you?”

"Oh, Brandy," her replies with a smirk. "Classy. Me? I like Mjød— uh, or, meeed, as I believe it's called here. Whiskey, as well.

Ana hums, raising a brow, “Really?” She glances up to him, taking the smoke stick between her fingers, inhaling more smoke and turning her head to exhale, “Didn’t take you for a whisky enjoyer. I thought it would be some type of beer,” she hums

"Oh, I enjoy beer as well." He answers. " Some more than others. If I'm being honest, it's... inefficient for me to drink beer. Unless I am slamming back beers that are 10%+ as fast as I can, let's just say it's an expensive way for me to get fat. Without even a buzz."

Ana raises a brow, a grin playing on her face. “So, you can hold your liquor pretty well, huh?” She asks in a slightly amused tone. Aksel's face settles into a similar grin.

"You could say that, yes," Aksel answers. "A little too well, unfortunately... though, it's nice that nobody has to worry about people getting into too much trouble, since someone is always sober. The other edge of that sword, is that person always ends up being me."

Ana keeps her eyes on him for a moment, narrowing them slightly in thought. Always being sober sounds like… hell. She fucking loves being drunk. She says nothing, humming before looking forward again.

As they approach their destination, Aksel's stride lengths subtly, allowing him to reach the door slightly before she does. He grabs the handle and steps to the side, the door gliding with him, allowing her to enter without breaking stride.

“Thanks,” Ana says softly, walking through the door and making a beeline for the bar counter, “Two vodka shots,” she asks nearly immediately. Dulling her current pain feels… necessary. “And a glass of whiskey, neat. And Crown Royal. Please,” she adds hastily at the end, taking out her card and handing it to the bartender who she hadn’t even made eye contact with yet.

Now that the distraction of conversation was gone, the burning in her veins seemed to amplify harshly. More so than before, as if the more people she was around, the more aware of the blood flowing through her body she became. She could hear it in her ears, rushing loudly…

Ana would be sure to leave a good tip to make up for being so short.

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It's up n posted! Apologies for formatting and such, this is a collab/advanced icebreaker for me in a long time
And @Adeline she's got plenty bite and creep to her for those fangs!

@KactusPunch

Thank you! And I loved your post! This is already such a good story line!

Yeah. It was just intense XD

@Aurkanthis

Like-a good intense right?! 💀

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<Snipped quote by Adeline>

I shall choose to trust you for now. Show me your ways.

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@Adeline

*reads your post*

O_O

@Aurkanthis

Oh yay! Did you like it??

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✩ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔡𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱✩

“-ᥲ̀ m᥆і…”

“Claudia…?”

“᥎ᥱᥒᥱz ᥲ̀…”

“Oh mother fucker-“

“᥎ᥱᥒᥱz ᥲ̀ m᥆і”

“Are you sleeping still?!”

“᥎ᥱᥒᥱz ᥲ̀ m᥆і!”

“Claudia!”

“For fucks sake Jesper!” Claudia’s voice finally cuts through as she rises from a comfortable black couch in the dressing room.
It was obvious she barely got any sleep last night, spots of white powder on her nose, her makeup from yesterday still plastered on her face.

The half clothed vampire opens the door, her eyes narrowed, strands of blond hair hanging in front of her face. “What the fuck do you want?” She hisses, glaring daggers as her manager takes a step back, clearing his throat, a bit deterred.

“Oh you- you don’t have clothes, okay, well, as your manager, it’s my job to keep everything on track.” The dark haired man states as Claudia slowly tilts her head, Jesper swallowing thickly, looking anywhere but her, “A-and to make sure that the band has the best chance at-“

“Jesper. If you don’t get to the point, I’m going to rip out your fucking throat and find a new manager. A less talkative one.” She says, her voice steady in the venom filled whisper from before. “So spit. It. Out.”

“Practice. Dress rehearsal. Your bands waiting on stage. Already five minutes off schedule.” Jesper seemed to have gotten the message.
Claudia smiles, her fangs flashing slightly, “See?” she wipes the drug off the top of her lip, rubbing it into her gums before letting her hand drop, her frame leaning against the door. “That wasn’t so hard.” She pats his cheek in a rather condensing way, before shutting her door in his face, “I’ll be out in ten.” She mumbles, Jespers voice stuttering before sighing and going quiet.

Claudia looks around her dressing room, clothes scattered, a bottle on the floor, a body next to it, cold and lifeless. She sighs, “I wish I still had my damn incinerator,” she mumbles, grabbing the man by the jaw and dragging him to the trash shoot that she had installed.
Before she tosses the body though, she gets a knife, cutting through his throat. Now it looks like a murder of sorts, not a vampire. It was messy, but the police here were stupid.

She shoves the body down the shaft, shutting the door. “Bye Harry.” She hums, waving to the door before going and tugging on her clothes, leather flair jeans and a red top that could be considered a bra. She stays in just socks, tying a red ribbon around her neck to cover her scar.

Her hair is a mess, even after she runs a brush through it. She cleans her face from the old makeup, leaving it bare and grabbing a closed cup of Type A that her bass player swiped from a hospital, the little Kleptomaniac.

She hums to herself, walking through the hall and into the dome where her concert would be held.

“You’re finally up!” Ren exclaims, bass guitar in hand and a large grin on his face, the others snapping to attention. “Shut up,” Claudia mumbles as she rubs her head, “Our little friend last night had a lot to drink, I’m really fucking hungover.” She sighs, drinking some more of the blood in her cup to try and wake herself up.

“Shutting up,” Ren nods quickly as Violet, the electric guitar of the band shoots him a glare. “Anything we can do to help?” Violet asks as Claudia sighs, “Yeah, yeah, sorry I don’t mean to be sharp with you lot, it’s not your fault.” She sighs, a small and rare occurrence of who she used to be shimmering through.

Violet smiles softly, her hair a testament to her name, as were the contacts in her eyes, “No need to apologize!” She says quickly as Benji, the drummer speaks up, “So, are we going through the full set or only the ones we don’t know as well? Cause we have done a few of these a lot.” She hums as Claudia looks over to him, nodding, seeming a bit more relaxed that usual, “Yeah, yeah let’s see…”

Claudia pulls her phone out, looking through the set list, “We’ll go over transitions, Animal, Run Rabbit, Sex Concept and Dopamine.” She says, going over to the tech booth, “You heard me yeah?” She asks as the two men nod. They were not in her band. They did not have a promised safety.
“Good. One of you hook me up,” she says as a red hair, gangly boy scurries over, handing Claudia her in-ears and clipping her box to her belt.

“Alright. Ready?” Claudia asks, grabbing a mic and walking back to the stage,

“Course,”
“Hell yeah!”
“Mhm.”

Claudia nods, ”Basil, count us off, yeah? Start with Animal,” The pianist nods,

“1, 2, 1 2 3-“

Ren starts the song, picking at a string on bass. Claudia brings the mic up, the dim purple light blinding the blue eyed woman.

“I tried to love you
But you're not my type,
Tried to pretend
But it just don't feel right,
To be…your number one…”

The full band picks up, before getting into a steady rhythm, Claudia moving along with the beat, her motions fluid, like water in a stream.

“Should've known better
I tried to stay cool,
You were telling me
I'm such a fool,
To say, now, number one”

The band gets louder again before drums and piano fall out for just a moment.

“Make me behave
Like an animal
Make me behave
Like an animal
I'm asking nicely
Give me what I want
I'll ask politely
Give me what I want…”

The song continues like this, as does the rest of rehearsal, occasionally stopping and starting, as most rehearsals go.

“Alright, that wasn’t terrible, go, take a break, we’ll run through the full set in ten and then you are free to do whatever you want.” Claudia states going to grab her drink.

No one came up to her, they never did the day before rehearsal because the chances of Claudia snapping were decently high.

The vampires sits on the edge of the stage, leaning back on one hand. Another night. Another concert. Fuck, would her eternity be like this forever?
She supposed it was better than how she used to live. Her mind drifted to her memories, a smile subconsciously playing on her lips as she recalls the first time she played a song for someone else. Madeline always supported her in her love for music.

Claudia grits her teeth, the memory of Madeline’s smiling face, clapping as the violin was being played is quickly replaced by her lifeless body, blood spilled from her neck.
Claudia stands quickly, “On second thought, take an hour,” she gives no explanation, standing and leaving to her dressing room, shutting the door and collapsing onto her couch, squeezing the cup in her hand.

“Putain d'enfer,” she whispers, her time filled with a melancholy anger as blood trails down her eyes. She huffs, wiping the tears away. She had a job to do, a performance to practice for. Her pity would have to wait for later.

Claudia looks around the room again, grounding herself. A coffin in the corner, a 70 year old clock on the wall, several posters…she didn’t need the coffin, no sun would ever get into the room, but Claudia was…old fashioned. She enjoyed it.

Once the half hour was up, she was back on stage. “Okay, from the top. Basil?”

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“Animal”, by Sir Chloe- open.spotify.com/track/2RZWiishrE4Tyg…

Band:

Jesper

Ren

Violet

Benji

Basil

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OH YES yeah I’m good, it’s a part about me I’ve accepted, comes in waves, too poor for meds haha, no I’m good, I’m good, stay hyped trust

<Snipped quote by Adeline>

Ummm.... I was really hyped until the end of that. You OK?

@Aurkanthis

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

✧ℳ𝒶𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓇ℯ✧

@Aurkanthis

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“No it’s alright, I can go by myself,” She says softly, tilting her head as she looks up to him, then behind him to his home, to where she sat with him and Locke not so long ago.
Her eyes draw back to him and she smiles slightly, “I should go,” she mumbles after a moment, “I’ll see you there Caelum.” Magnolia hesitates for a second before giving a small wave and a smile, starting to fly off to her own home.

She should have accepted his invite. A part of her deeply wished to. But she was getting too attached, too close. Last time that happened…it ended awfully.

She sighs as she looks to Muricle, sleeping on a small lily pad bed Maggie made for him. “Oh Muri…” she whisper, kissing his head softly.
Not wanting to wake him, and not knowing how to tell him what was going on, she pushes it back, packing up everything she needed into a small acorn.

Then, it was time. “Muri…wake up dear,” she whispers softly as the frog blinks slowly, confused as he hears to melancholic tone of her voice, not used to hearing it so…obviously saddened. “I have to leave for a while…I will be back as soon as possible, if you need someone, go to Mrs. Keys in the library.” Magnolia whispers gently as Muricle nudges her, trying to follow as Magnolia stands up.

The young fairy sighs, shaking her head, her eyes a bit blurry, watery, “No Muricle, you can’t come…I love you,” she says softly, “be good, yes?” She whispers, hugging her companion gently before leaving, unable to look into the eyes of her friend as she closes the door, rubbing a tear that escaped away from her eye.

Magnolia takes a breath, walking, leading into a hover as she flies to the Hollow tree

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@Aurkanthis get fucking ready cause I got fuck ton of experience with band shit, drugs and self loathing.