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               Hello   and   welcome   to   silntfangs.   This   is   an   independent   role   play   account   for   Dwayne   Stephens   from   1987’s   The   Lost   Boys.   This   blog   will   take   inspiration   from   the   source   material,   other   sources,   and   will   be   mostly   headcanon   based.   Dark   themes   will   be   present   so   I   ask   that   you   are   at   least   20+   before   interacting.   Rules   are   under   the   cut,   and   a   few   links   will   be   present   to   help   you   about   my   blog.

                  Themes   beyond   the   grave:   lost   humanity,   finding   humanity,   dead man   walking,   buried   emotions,   the   silent   type,   living   as   a   monster,   why   is   a   monster   called   a   monster…

AJ.   She/her.   24. Interest   tracker.   About.   Promo. HCs. Playlist. Heavily affiliated with (blog canon): pierprincess , newfngs , skullfnged , pierfangs , twistedfngs , amberferris , You   may   also   find   me   (mainly):      eddie.      tlb oc.

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Michael leans his back against one of the unoccupied walls near the entrance. His arms are crossed in front of him as he silently watches Dwayne skate back and forth across the flatter portions of the cave floor, though Michael gives him credit for staying balanced at all. Michael had been on a skateboard once before in high school, an acquaintance of his allowing their small group a few tries to get it right. Michael didn't get very far, the board almost immediately slipping out from underneath him and pitching him backwards. He caught himself, thankfully, sparing himself further embarrassment but he refused any further attempts to get the board to listen. He does nothing but follow Dwayne with his eyes and he finds that, yes, he probably could sit here and watch Dwayne without the addition of weed. The guy was skilled, even he could tell, and it was almost mesmerizing to watch.

Regardless, Michael figured his blatant staring might not sit well with someone he didn't particularly know. He'd only been recently invited to hang out with the Lost Boys and he couldn't exactly call them friends yet. Dwayne, especially. Though he ignored him the first time, Michael saw the look he'd given him on that bike. Clearly Michael was toeing a line he wasn't meant to, stepping over boundaries Dwayne didn't like crossed. He figured they all felt that way, given the way they surrounded him when he almost took Star away. He couldn't really guess what any of their relationships were, but they all seemed protective of her. If Michael wanted to spend time with Star, he knew he'd have to spend time with the Lost Boys. Michael needed get their approval.

He takes a moment to clear his throat, more so to get Dwayne's attention than anything. He didn't really want to talk to a wall and Dwayne never seemed as if he was exactly the most talkative type.

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" You're pretty good, " His voice is quiet as he dares a compliment. It was genuine, at least, " How long have you been skating for...? "

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               DWAYNE   OFTEN   FOUND   COMFORT   IN   SKATING   BACK   AND   FORTH   IN   the   cave,   sliding   on   the   smooth   edges   of   the   walls,   and   jumping   the   rim   of   the   water   fountain.   His   speed   caused   his   hair   to   bellow   behind   him,   dark   eyes   focused,   and   a   ghost   of   a   smile   on   his   lips.   This   was   one   of   his   favorite   hobbies   he   had   picked   up,   finding   it   freeing,   almost   like   he   was   flying…   despite   the   fact   he   could   actually   fly.

               AS   HE   MOVED   ABOUT   THE   CAVE   WITH   EASE,   HE   FELT   eyes   on   him.   Dwayne   knew   well   enough   that   it   wasn’t   one   of   the   boys.   They’ve   seen   him   do   this   so   many   times   that   it   was   muscle   memory   to   know   his   patterns.   It   wasn’t   anything   new   to   them,   and   really   that   didn’t   bother   Dwayne   in   the   slightest.   He   did   this   for   himself   anyway.   However,   it   was   refreshing   to   have   curious   eyes   on   him,   and   that   was   only   because   of   their   newest   member—   well,   that   was   still   to   be   decided.   The   older   vampire   wasn’t   so   sure   about   Michael   yet.   He   seemed   to   have   taken   a   liking   to   Star,   and   Star   was…   she   was   his   sister.   He   had   guts,   though.   Michael   stood   up   to   him   when   he   faced   him   down.   

                  WHEN   HE   CAME   DOWN   ONE   SIDE   OF   THE   CAVE’S   WALLS,   he   let   himself   slow   down   naturally.   He   rolled   about   the   ground   until   he   was   almost   at   a   stop.   He   stepped   off   of   his   skateboard,   and   leaned   down   to   pick   it   up.   Dwayne   was   about   to   turn,   to   find   David   to   ask   what   they   were   going   to   do   with   Michael   when   the   other   spoke.   He   slowed.   For   a   moment,   he   thought   about   not   answering,   to   pretend   he   didn’t   hear   him,   but   if   he   were   to   be   a   new   brother   then   he   had   to   get   to   know   him   at   some   point.   Besides,   his   words   were   a   compliment   and   a   question.   

                  HE   CAME   TO   A   STOP,   AND   TURNED   TO   FACE   MICHAEL.   His   face   was   nothing   but   stone,   a   reflection   of   the   aged   rocks   that   surrounded   them,   “   Thanks,   ”   his   soft   tone   didn’t   quite   match      his   expression,   “   When   do   you   think?   ”   His   words   came   out   playfully,   and   slowly   his   expression   shifted   from   stone   to   a   mischievous   grin,   “   When   it   was   invented,   of   course,   ”   Dwayne   started   back   towards   Michael,   “   Do   you?   ”   he   gestured   to   his   skateboard   in   his   hands.

#newfngs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ michael buddy this is giving gay }#{ lol this is great thank you }
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She had smiled back at him, her usual cheerful, ever-happy-to-see him type smile, though she eyed the Lost Boy as he took his perch next to her. He'd been coming around the store a lot longer than she'd been working there, probably, given the animosity she felt from her boss the first day they stepped inside the same day he was working, but she'd gotten about a little over a year to know them herself. Sure, they weren't close, it wasn't as if she went off on their nightly biker gang adventures and got themselves banned from half the stores on the Boardwalk, but they were nice enough that she struck up conversation after conversation with them. They were funny, she thought, and they made these long nights vastly more enjoyable. They might not consider each other friends or anything, but she knew enough about Dwayne to know when Mr. Silent was even quieter than usual. She, herself, is quiet for a moment as she seems to appraise him, her eyes studying his face instead of the movie. Her head rests on her right palm, though her other reaches over to nudge his thigh gently.

" Sweet of you to say. I'm going for employee of the month, so I'm glad to see it's getting noticed, " She jokes, not yet ready to broach the topic of his mood. There could be a lot of things going on in that head of his, most of which she probably wouldn't understand. Still, she figured having someone to listen, even briefly, probably would do some good. " ...And don't worry about Max. This place was dead before you came in here anyway. Everyone that can afford a movie's already got it and everyone else just tries to come in here to get in the way of my screen. "

Maria knew very well there was animosity and tension between Max and the Lost Boys. Max didn't like them in here and Maria had seen more than enough glares tossed back. Sure, it could just be her boss trying to keep his store safe from the riffraff, but... it always felt deeper than that. Colder than just some boys getting yelled at. Maria takes a moment to look over the candy dish, using her free hand to sort through the flavors. She counted only a handful of cherry left, a note she'd keep in her mind. She always tried to keep at least one left in there for Dwayne. She thought maybe it could be a little pick me up, especially for days that seemed similar to this. She takes out one herself, unwraps it, and places it against her tongue. Artificial cherry really was the best. " What's on your mind? " Maria dares to ask, though she's no longer looking at Dwayne as she speaks. Carrie continues on, uninterrupted. " I know you're not one for words, but... I'll still listen, if you want. "

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               SOME   WOULD   THINK   THEY   COULDN’T   DECIDE   THE   TYPE   OF   AURA   they   wanted   to   give   off.   Yes,   they   looked   mischievous,   and   ready   to   tear   into   anyone   that   crossed   their   path.   However,   when   actually   talked   with,   they   had   a   calmness   about   them   that   could   take   someone   off   guard.   It   was   unfortunate   that   they   weren't   supposed   to   be   on   the   boardwalk   in   general,   but   with   abilities   like   tricking   the   mind…   well,   they   could   do   pretty   much   anything   they   wanted.   One   of   those   many   things   was   coming   to   talk   with   Maria   at   the   video   store.

               AS   HE   SAT   HIMSELF   ON   THE   COUNTER   TOP,   DARK   BROWNS   searched   the   store   for   any   signs   of   Max.   It   was   clear   he   wasn’t   here,   clear   he   didn’t   smell   him,   or   sense   him,   but   he   was   older.   He   was   stronger   than   Dwayne.   The   fossil   could   do   whatever   he   wanted   when   he   wanted   to   do   it.   That   fueled   so   much   anger   in   him,   and   it   boiled   in   the   deepest   part   of   his   core.

               HE   GLANCED   IN   HER   DIRECTION,   THE   CORNER   OF   HIS   LIPS   twitched,   “   And   you   don’t   already   have   it?   ”   he   said,   pressing   the   candy   to   the   side   of   his   mouth.   Finally,   his   lips   did   finish   the   smile   upon   hearing   how   ‘dead’   it   was.                HIS   EYES   TRAVEL   BACK   TO   THE   MOVIE,   ALREADY   KNOWING   WHAT   question   she   was   about   to   ask.   He   felt   her   eyes   on   him,   studying   him   for   a   while,   and   he   was   sure   she   saw   something   wrong.   That   was   one   thing   he   liked   and   disliked   about   being   around   Maria.   She   read   them   well   enough.   It   scared   him,   yet   he   was   relieved   to   have   someone   see   him,   “   Why   do   you   think   something’s   wrong?   ”   he   scrunched   his   nose   before   he   let   a   playful   pout   across   his   face.

#creatureshrieks#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ mr. silent }#{ i can't even rn }
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                              𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲!

David Powers & Dwayne Stephens aesthetic. @pierfangs ( MUTUALS ONLY MAY INTERACT )

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚.#【 𝙋𝙄𝙀𝙍𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙄𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨.#{ because i'm going FERAL over them }#{ the boys partying during the 20s??? }#{ god yeah }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@fleshstrve asked: " motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

                  THE   VAMPIRE   COCKED   HIS   HEAD   WHEN   HE   REACHED   HIS   DESTINATION.   He   hasn’t   felt   Marko   or   Paul   around,   but   the   iron   smell—   that   rich   smell,   he   couldn't   help   but   follow   it.   It   was   more   out   of   curiosity   than   anything   else.   Which   led   him   to   the   scene   he   stood   in   front   of   now.   A   normal   person   would   have   run   away,   called   the   cops,   and   maybe   even   tried   to   save   the   man’s   life.   However,   this   issue   really   wasn’t   his,   was   it?   His   main   focus   was   on   the   boys.   Still,   that   saying   about   the   cat   stayed   true.   

               DARK   EYES   LOOKED   DOWN   AT   THE   BODY,   AND…   SHRUGGED.   HE   let   his   lower   lips   roll   around   between   his   teeth   before   he   decided   on   what   to   say   to   her,   “   Did   he   now?   ”   brows   rose   with   his   question,   an   almost   sarcastic   motion.  

#ask#fleshstrve#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ omg lol }#{ hello <3 }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@pierfangs asked: " i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

               HE   RESISTS   THE   URGE.   IT'S   SO   STRONG   IT   HURTS.   HIS   brain   had   been   rewired   to   do   two   things   only.   Protect   and   attack.   Max   made   certain   he   did   both   very   well.   Skills   learned   until   he   was   raw.   Dwayne   didn’t   mind   it   at   first.   It   promised   him   the   one   thing   he   wanted   most,   and   it   was   those   two   things:   protect   and   attack.   Well,   mostly   to   protect.   He   would   keep   safe   all   he   loved   even   if   it   killed   him.   However,   certain   things   he   could   not   save   him   from   because   he   wasn’t   at   that   level   yet.   He   couldn’t   protect   him   from   the   one   person   who   caused   the   most   harm,   the   one   Dwayne   hated   the   most.   Max.   

               DARK   EYES   WATCHED   DAVID   FOR   A   MOMENT,   FISTS   CLENCHED   AT   his   sides.   He   let   David   have   a   moment   to   himself.   Let   him   catch   up   to   what   happened.   Dwayne   wasn’t   exactly   sure   what   punishment   was   dealt   upon   the   older,   but   it   was   clear   it   took   a   toll.   David   hid   his   pain   well   most   of   the   time.   Although,   this   time   was   different.   This   time   he   allowed   Dwayne   in   again—   much   like   he   used   to   back   all   those   years.   It   made   something   inside   of   him   loosen   with   shoulders   dropping,   and   legs   carrying   him   the   short   distance   between   them.                   DWAYNE   STOOD   BEFORE   DAVID,   LOOKING   DOWN   AT   HIM   WITH   FULL   concern.   There   was   no   use   to   hiding   it.   David   knew.   He   knew   by   his   own   body   language   how   worried   he   was,   “   David,   ”   he   said   softly,   lowering   himself   so   he   was   crouching   before   him,   eyes   looking   up   into   his,   “   Show   me.   Let   me   see.   The   boys   are   out   right   now.   It’s   just   you   and   me.   ”

#asked#pierfangs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ oh. }#{ *cries* }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@chainsawcutiie asked: " the fucker deserved it. "

                  DWAYNE   LEANED   BACK   ON   HIS   BIKE,   HANDS   STUFFED   IN   HIS   jacket   pockets.   His   head   inclined   to   the   side   as   he   looked   upon   her.   Fights   break   out   all   the   time   at   night   in   Santa   Carla,   and   a   little   bloodshed   wasn’t   anything   new   to   him.   So,   he   looked   at   the   man   in   the   ground   before   her   feet   with   little   interest.   Who   was   he   to   judge?   God   only   knows   how   many   lives   he   has   taken,   and   been   put   in   the   hospital.   

               SHOULDERS   SHRUGGED   EVER   SO   SLIGHTLY,   GLANCING   TO   THE   SIDE   AS   if   on   the   lookout,   “   I’m   sure   he   did,   ”   he   turned   to   look   at   her   again,   “   Hell   of   a   hit,   though.   Seems   like   you   do   it   often.   ”   a   light   tease,   hard   to   catch   with   how   monotone   it   was.     

#ask#chainsawcutiie#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ hello <3 }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@twistedfngs asked: sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

               DWAYNE   HAD   FINISHED   MOST   OF   THE   CLEAN   UP.   GETTING   RID   of   the   bodies   was   always   the   most   tedious   part   of   feeding   nights.   And,   somehow   he   was   always   the   one   that   did   it   the   most.   Perhaps,   if   all   came   from   all   those   years   ago   with   his   sister.   He   provided   and   protected.   With   the   boys   it   was   no   different.   He’d   do   the   small   things   like   this   with   little   to   no   complaining…   sometimes.      

               HE   CAME   BACK   TO   THE   ORIGINAL   SPOT   THEY   FED,   AND   the   blood   stains   were   pretty   much   gone.   Not   only   that   but   his   jacket   too.   He   furrowed   his   brows   and   turned   around   a   couple   of   times   until…   Paul.   His   face   relaxed,   softened   even.   He   walked   over   to   him,   shaking   his   head   slowly   as   he   did   so,   “   I   can’t   believe   you   actually   cleaned   up   for   once…   ”   he   trailed   off   as   he   came   closer   to   where   Paul   sat.   

               HIS   EYES   FOUND   PAUL   CLEANING   HIS   JACKET.   THIS   MADE   HIS   lips   twitch,   forming   a   small   smile,   “   My   jacket,   ”   he   said,   sitting   down   next   to   the   youth,   “   You   didn’t   have   to   clean   that.   I   could   have   gotten   it.   ”   Still   the   action   touched   something   within   him,   warming   his   very   center.

#ask#twistedfngs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ love them }
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                              𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

               Independent,   selective,   private,   20+   and   heavily   affiliated   Anna   Wilson.   An   Original   Character   set   in   the   1987’s   The   Lost   Boys   with   horror   themes   that   await   you!   Bitten   by   AJ                                                           𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

#【 𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙊!#{ my little baby <3 }
silntfangs

                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@pierfangs asked: " shut up and let me help you. "

               HE   TRIED   TO   MOVE,   BUT   HE   WAS…   EXHAUSTED.   HE   FELT   so   heavy—   so   full.   He   moaned,   rolling   over   on   his   side,   clenching   his   stomach.   He   felt   the   blood   coating   his   fingers,   and   felt   it   sticky   on   his   mouth   and   chest.   He   felt   it   all   over   him.   How   much   did   he   take?   He   thought   he   just   took   them   down   and   did   not   actually   drink   from   them.   However,   blurry   vision   searched   his   surroundings,   and   he   saw   bodies.   Blood   pooling   and   coating   the   earth   below   him.   Fingers   dug   into   the   said   earth,   trying   to   push   himself   up   on   his   knees   at   least,   but   that   was   becoming   far   too   difficult.

            DWAYNE   FELT   AN   ARM   AROUND   HIS   SHOULDERS,   ONE   PLACED   ON   his   arm   for   support.   He   knew   who   it   was   instantly.   They’ve   been   together   too   long   for   him   not   to   recognize   his   presence.   Hazed   eyes   looked   to   his   side   to   see   David   looking   right   at   him.   He   groaned   this   time,   shaking   his   head,   and   trying   to   gently   push   him   away,   “   David…   I-I   got   it.   I…   I   g-got—   ”   he   stopped   as   soon   as   he   heard   David’s   command.                HIS   HAIR   SHIFTED   OFF   HIS   SHOULDERS,   FALLING   AGAINST   THE   SIDE   of   his   head   like   curtains.   The   grip   in   the   ground   tightened.   No.   This   wasn’t   how   it   was   supposed   to   be.   Dwayne   was   to   take   care   of   David.   He   had   to   make   sure   he   was   safe.   He   had   to   make   sure   he   was   protected.   He   felt   like   a   failure.   He   failed,   right?   If   David   had   to   get   on   his   knees   and   help   him   up   off   the   ground   then…   what   good   was   he?   Dwayne   squeezed   his   eyes   shut,   turning   his   head   away   from   David   as   he   felt   a   distant   and   yet   familiar   burning   sensation   in   his   eyes.

#ask#pierfangs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ hmm. }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@twistedfngs asked: " at least it wasn't me this time. "

                  DWAYNE   STOPPED   WHAT   HE   WAS   DOING,   THE   BODIES   LAYING   ASTRAY   on   the   beach.   Dark   eyes   glanced   over   at   Paul,   the   bonfire   giving   them   enough   light—   though   they   really   didn’t   need   it,   “   No?   ”   he   said,   a   brow   arching   as   he   pretended   to   check   each   body   as   he   moved   along   towards   the   younger   vampire,   “   Marko   had   a   little   more   fun   than   he   should   have.   He   really   needs   to   learn   to   clean   up   after   himself.   ”   a   disappointed   sigh—   muscle   memory.   

               ONCE   HE   WAS   CLOSE   ENOUGH,   DWAYNE   LAUNCHED   FORWARD   AT   PAUL.   His   laughter   was   low,   coming   from   his   chest   as   he   wrapped   his   arms   around   his   head.   He   pulled   him   down   slightly,   keeping   him   in   a   headlock.   He   turned   them   a   couple   of   times,   his   laughter   now   started   to   come   from   his   core   where   it   became   much   louder,   and   his   other   hand   moved   to   ruffle   up   the   boy’s   wild   locks.

            HE   KEPT   THEM   THERE,   AND   WOULDN’T   LET   GO   UNTIL   PAUL   really   fought   him.   The   perks   of   being   one   of   the   older   ones,   “   Glad   it   wasn’t   you,   huh?   You’re   just   as   bad   as   Marko,   and   I’m   here   to   show   you   what   happens   when   you   don’t   clean   up   after   yourself.   ”  

#ask#twistedfngs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ he cares him so much btw }#{ headlocks are his specialty }
silntfangs

                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@newfngs asked: sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

                  IT   WAS   CUTE,   TAKING   THE   LITTLE   VAMPIRES   OUT   TO   EAT.   It   always   reminded   him   of   his   first   time   with   David.   It   was   messy,   sort   of   fun,   and   sort   of   frightening.   However,   Michael   was   a   different   case.   He   watched   him,   careful   at   his   side   should   he   need   any   assistance   or   guidance.   It   seemed   he   was   handling   it   very   well—

               JUST   AS   DWAYNE   WAS   ABOUT   TO   LEAVE,   HE   CAUGHT   SIGHT   of   Michael   standing,   taking   a   step,   and   started   to   trip.   Dwayne   instantly   shot   out   a   hand   to   grip   him   by   the   collar   to   keep   him   from   falling   face   first   into   his   mess.   A   little   clumsy.   Dwayne   started   to   chuckle,   but   soon   it   came   to   a   full   laugh.   It   was   soft,   sweet,   and   genuine.   Michael   was   lucky   that   it   was   only   him   that   saw   and heard it.   

            HE   MOVED   TO   BE   FULLY   BESIDE   HIM,   LETTING   HIS   COLLAR go,   and   taking   his   arm   to   guide   him   up   instead,   “   You   seem   drunk.   Too   much   to   drink?   ”   he   chuckled   again,   keeping   a   steady   hand   on   him,   “   C’mon,   it   happens.   ”

#ask#newfngs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ he thought this was funny }#{ and it's absolutely adorable }
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                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@newfngs asked: "it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often."

                  DWAYNE   HATED   WHEN   HE   GOT   TOO   MESSY.   THE   BLOOD   DRIPPED   down   his   chin,   and trailing   his   chest.   He   had   felt   it   splatter   him,   and   knew   for   sure   it   was   on   his   jacket.   He   hissed   at   the   thought.   He   hated   cleaning   blood   out   of   his   clothes.   

                  CLAWED   HANDS   LET   GO   OF   THE   BODY,   AND   HE   HEARD   the   familiar   sound   of   dead   weight   against   the   earth.   He   breathed   out   through   his   nose,   letting   his   body   ease   back   to   calm.   Claws   retracted,   eyes   fading   back   to   normal,   fangs   no   longer.   He   then   lifted   a   hand   to   clean   whatever   blood   resides   on   his   jawline   with   the   back   of   his   hand.   He   made   it   worse.   Whatever.                MICHAEL’S   VOICE   DRIFTED   INTO   HIS   EARS.   IT   SOUNDED   CLOSE,   BUT   he   knew   he   was   a   few   feet   from   him.   He   turned   to   face   Michael   then,   lips   twitching   upwards   to   give   a   grin,   “   I   think   you’re   just   liking   the   sight   of   blood,   Mikey.   ”   voice   low   yet   playful.  

#ask#newfngs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ idk michael that's a little gay }
silntfangs

                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@pierfangs asked: sender takes an injury meant for receiver

               HE   STOOD   BEFORE   HIM,   A   CHILL   RUNNING   DOWN   HIS   SPINE   as   he   dared   not   to   look   at   Max.   He   felt   his   cold   stare,   his   large,   heavy   presence.   If   he   were   a   hound,   his   tail   would   be   between   his   legs,   ears   pinned   back,   and   head   lowered.   The   latter   was   actually   true.   His   head   was   slightly   bowed,   hands   resting   still   at   his   side.   It   was   almost   embarrassing,   sickening,   to   be   in   such   a   position   while   David   stood   at   the   side.   He   didn’t   dare   look   at   him   either.   

               DWAYNE   KNEW   WHAT   HE   DID,   MORE   SO   HE   KNEW   WHAT   the   younger   had   done.   He   took   the   call   on   that   one.   Protecting   Paul   and   Marko   was   a   secret   vow   they   had   taken,   but   then   again   it   didn’t   seem   like   Max   cared   too   much   of   what   they   did.   As   long   as   they   didn’t   get   in   the   way.   It   was   fair   enough,   and   worked   in   their   favor   anyway.   

            HE   FELT   THAT   FAMILIARITY   BOILING   IN   HIS   STOMACH,   THE   ONE   Max   taught   him.   He   felt   it   easily   when   standing   in   front   of   the   older   vampire.   His   brows   narrowed,   and   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye,   he   saw   David   shift.   David   knew   what   he   was   thinking.   Dark   eyes   finally   raised   to   meet   Max.   A   smiling   face,   a   sinister   smile,   and   a   darkness   loomed   behind   him,   “   Sir,   if   you   would   just   let   me—   ”   wrong.   

               IT   HAPPENED   SO   QUICK.   DAVID   SPRANG   IN   FRONT   OF   HIM,   blocking   the   blow   intended   for   Dwayne.   An   echoing   slam   filled   his   ear   drums,   causing   Dwayne   to   wince   away.   Dark   hues   spotted   David   kneeling   a   few   feet   away   from   him.   That   sent   something   to   his   brain.   It   flickered   on   and   off,   and   then   it…   snapped.   On.   Just   like   that.   He   knew   what   he   had   to   do.   What   he   was   trained   to   do.   What   he   was   raised   to   do.   

               IN   HIS   OWN   QUICK   MOTION,   DWAYNE   WAS   IN   FRONT   OF   David.   His   body   was   hunched,   claws   were   on   display   at   his   sides,   teeth   bared,   eyes   flickered   to   reddish-yellow,   and   he   hissed.   He   was   breathing   heavily,   eyes   narrowed,   and   focused   on   his   target.   Max’s   laughter   filled   the   silence.   Dwayne   did   not   move   an   inch.      He   was   a   predator   ready   to   pounce,   to   attack—   David   had   only   to   say   the   word.   This   was   what   Max   wanted,   wasn’t   it?   Someone   to   protect   David.   To   keep   him   safe.

#ask#pierfangs#【 𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ }#{ I wanted this idea so it's very just... vague }
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yeah... it was best to not believe him. because it was a damn lie. the last time marko was out alone in his hunting ; he came back with decapitated heads and was using them as basketballs. meanwhile , he had just left the bodies in the open instead of throwing them off a cliff to make it seem like : the rocks did the damage. small hands came down to fix the decorated jacket adorned on his small frame. "maybe those punks are back on the beach." he smiled widely. "i'll take their hands for landing a hit on you the other night." he promised as he smirked , already jumping on the taller's back and wrapping his legs around his waist.

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               MARKO   HAD   A   TENDENCY   TO   GET   WAY   INTO   THEIR   FEEDINGS.   It   was   whatever   to   Dwayne,   he   just   didn’t   want   to   clean   up   after   him.   If   he   was   going   to   play   with   his   food,   then   he   better   clean   up   after   himself,   “   It   was   like   a   feather   hitting   me,   really,   ”   he   snorted,   lips   forming   a   small   grin.   The   older   vampire   started   near   the   entrance   when   he   felt   Marko   on   his   back.   He   grunted   at   the   sudden   weight,   but   he   let   him   hang   there.   He   wasn’t   going   to   slam   him   back   down   on   the   ground   this   time,   “   I   hope   you   know   I’m   not   carrying   you.   ”   he   would,   just   not   all   the   way.

#skullfnged#【  𝙄𝘾: 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨.#{ Dwayne vc: can’t believe I’m not getting paid }