like ( ♥︎ ) this tweet for jasper’s opinion on your muse!
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○○○○○ —— curiosity
○○○○○ —— interest
○○○○○ —— fear
○○○○○ —— trust
○○○○○ —— respect
low — ●●●●● — high
⠀⠀⠀𝐏͟𝐋͟𝐎͟𝐓͟𝐓͟𝐈͟𝐍͟𝐆͟ 𝐂͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝐋.
⠀⠀⠀♡ this tweet for a dm from me to plot a dynamic between our muses .ᐟ open to platonic, romantic, positive, negative, or anything in between.
⠀⠀⠀⟳ for exposure!
what, lestat .ᐣ what are you gonna—﹙ he laughs a little, taunting. he’s pushing his luck. he knows. but it’s just so fun to get them all worked up. ﹚oh, fuck you!﹙ he shouts after being carelessly dropped. ﹚& …
you know what? ( boots reverberate against hardwood as they grind to an abrupt halt, arms loosening from around the boy’s frame until he drops at their feet. ) fine. have it your way. ( nudging him onto his back so that the sole ..͟.
﹙ he finishes his sentence, considerably more quiet as the boot presses. his heart beats faster, gaze now less angry and more … 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. ﹚and if i do straighten up .ᐣ then what happens .ᐣ & …
﹙ okay. so that didn’t work. he pulls away from his neck to talk back. ﹚what are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 hoping to gain from bringing me to coffin .ᐣ﹙ he shoots back, attempting to mock lestat’s voice on the last few words. ﹚& …
( the writhing and repositioning isn’t what provokes the star’s annoyance; rather, it is the set of fangs sinking into the side of his neck without warning. a gasp is pulled forth, arms tightening around jasper in reflex. in spite of ..͟.
@mdmablood ╱ also! if you ever want to dm to hc or plot, please feel free! my oc is literally jenks’ older brother! but of course, you don’t have to accept that as part of your portrayal :’) /gen /nm just humbly offering him to you 🫶🏻
﹙ fangs drop, sinking into the side of his maker’s neck. a little sound escapes him at the taste of lestat’s blood against his tongue. whatever. he’s staying focused. ﹚
yeah, very well is right. you—﹙ aaand he’s being cut off. and picked up, apparently! ﹚lestat!﹙ he’s not going to go easy. he squirms to readjust himself, now more in their arms rather than over their shoulder. ﹚& …
okay, very well, fledgling.
( in one fluid motion, they leaned down as broad arms slipped around him, lifting to drape the boy over their shoulder. ) any other objections?